"Don't eat that thing, it's made of rat meat." Feng Chenyin, who was like a little adult, reminded Wang Zhengdao as he glanced at Wang Zhengdao who was eager to try the barbecue skewers in his hands.
"You should have warned me before I bought it." Wang Zhengdao put down the meat skewers with some regret, feeling that the bullets he had just spent as currency were not worth it.
"It's just not in line with your recipe range. Here, this is a rare delicacy." Fengchengyin naturally picked up the skewers and waved to his friends not far away.
The half-grown child immediately rushed over and took away the meat skewers, disappearing around the corner like flying.
Not long after, a small head emerged from that direction again, looking expectantly at Feng Chenyin.
"Do you know me very well?" Wang Zhengdao is still not used to dealing with a prophet who looks like a half-grown child. He knows that every prophet has a psychological age that is different from ordinary people. After all, they can experience many unimaginable experiences through future vision.
"I don't know much about your past, but I have some small personal insights into your future. You also know that the future is not static. Sometimes what I see may just be a reflection in the long river of time, and what really happened
It's the complete opposite." Feng Chenyin winked at Wang Zhengdao: "But fortunately, the clips related to you are pretty good, so I believe you."
"This is my honor." Wang Zhengdao said sincerely. It is indeed an honor to be favored by two generations of prophets. This proves that he has been doing the right thing.
"This is also my honor. I have met many people in the future, but you have always firmly believed in us." Feng Chenyin looked at Wang Zhengdao with a hint of excitement on his face: "So you are going to take me away, right?
?How are you going to convince my mother?"
"Ah?" Wang Zhengdao has done great things in his life, really, all his life, but this is the first time that his scalp feels numb.
He carefully looked at Fengchen Seal. At first glance, this new prophet looked no different from the boy who ran past him with a pair of runny noses on his face just now. He was just a little cleaner and looked a little older.
Because of the special environment of the shelter, most parents don't need to worry about their children getting lost. They can go to work with confidence and let their children run around and play wildly in the shelter.
While in Vault 97, Wang Zhengdao had to issue several prohibitions to restrain the increasingly lawless children and their irresponsible parents.
So Wang Zhengdao almost forgot about this little prophet and his parents. After all, he seemed too independent.
"Your mother?" Wang Zhengdao repeated stupidly, his mind spinning crazily, wondering how he could take away a mother's twelve-year-old child: "With your time-spanning eyes, did you see me?
What will happen in the future? I need the help of the prophet now."
But Wang Zhengdao responded with a big smile from the little prophet. He obviously knew something, but he didn't want to say it.
Wang Zhengdao had seen this smile of a successful prank on the prophet's face several times. At that time, they were still young and the world situation was far less tense than it would be later.
Snapped!
"Get out of my house! Otherwise I will call the guards! Pervert!" Along with a burst of yelling, the door of Feng Chenyin's house was thrown in Wang Zhengdao's face, and the strong breeze brought by the door even blew it.
his hair.
Wang Zhengdao covered the left side of his face. He now knew why the little prophet smiled.
Then he himself laughed. This at least proved that the little prophet was good at it, and his ability was more accurate than that of the prophet. The prophet's method of predicting dreams for a thousand years would be forgotten every time he came back because of time issues.
Lots of little details.
But Fengchen Yin's ability seems to be more flexible.
The world needs prophets, especially under the current circumstances. Where is Tang Ji now, whether the players will return again, and whether there are other crises waiting for mankind. These all require the ability of prophets to help mankind trial and error.
With a smile on his face, Wang Zhengdao turned around and went to the bar in Shelter 101, where he found a place to stay.
He was actually quite anxious. He suddenly appeared here and was related to a child. Mikkelsen would definitely realize something. Even if he wanted to say that the child was his illegitimate child, the time would not match.
, because the big storm when Fengchenyin was born was still affecting the world.
Wang Zhengdao spent the night like this, and then found the little prophet setting up a stall near the market again.
Seeing Feng Chenyin skillfully leading him towards the barbecue stall, while his followers were still following behind him, Wang Zhengdao had to wonder if the other party planned to get used to the bullets in his pocket that could be used as currency first.
Talk about business.
"So, are you going to follow me? You are a prophet. These things should be decided by yourself. I am more accustomed to playing the role of executor." Wang Zhengdao spent money to buy a lot of roasted rat skewers and put them on the table.
, and then the group of half-grown children appeared again like flying, took away the meat skewers, and disappeared into the distance.
"I don't know, I actually can't see my own future." Fengchengyin spread his hands, with a helpless expression: "My abilities are very limited. Most of the time, someone needs to take the initiative to ask, so that I can follow the trend.
I can see the relevant future, but occasionally, I can also see some major events that change the world structure."
"I'm all ears." Wang Zhengdao is familiar with various little tricks of the prophet. Generally, when she starts to interest people, it often means that she really has some news that can shock you for a whole year.
"If you are worried about whether the players will come back, my answer is -" Fengchen Yin whetted Wang Zhengdao's appetite before saying: "Unfortunately, they have never left, and are returning to the world in an organized manner.
"
Wang Zhengdao felt as if his heart had been squeezed hard by Old Tang, and it stopped beating. His face was so ugly that the boss of the stall kept looking over, thinking that his food was out of order.
What's the problem.
"I don't know the current situation of Tianqi Day, but judging from your face, you should be quite concerned about this matter. I can understand it. After all, in order to eliminate them, you bombed the good world into ruins and destroyed 90% of it.
Nine people were sent to heaven together." When Feng Chenyin said this, his vitriol and vitriol were exactly the same as those of the prophet.
He didn't know how the other party managed to develop such eloquence at such a young age. Wang Zhengdao felt that he would never understand the inner world of these people who could see through time.
"That's a necessary evil." Wang Zhengdao finally said. He had nothing to say about the Apocalypse Day. For a person who was about to die of thirst, if someone handed him a bottle of poisonous liquid, would that person choose to die of thirst or die of thirst?
How about taking the risk and giving it a try?
The answer is self-evident, but the bottle of poisonous water that Mikkelsen handed over contains concentrated sulfuric acid. Drinking it will kill human civilization, and all that is still alive now is the remains of the body.
"Just believe it. It doesn't matter to me. Even though I'm in a shelter, I'm living a pretty good life. I have both parents, and I don't have such a big academic burden. This is all thanks to you guys leveling the earth.
Otherwise, I would probably be worrying about my homework now, right?" Feng Chenyin said words of thanks, but it still made people feel that he was being yin and yang.
"Let's get down to business. Before convincing your parents, I want to know an answer first. Where is Tang Ji now?" Wang Zhengdao decided to leave the most difficult part for later.
"I don't know, you already used your quota yesterday. I can only peek at the fate of the same person once in a month." Feng Chenyin stared at a pair of big black eyes, looking very much like a twelve-year-old.
bad boy.
"When did I use it?" Wang Zhengdao asked with question marks all over his head.
"You didn't ask, but I told you that it was rat meat. If I hadn't told you, you would have eaten that skewer and then have some unpleasantness with the boss because there was an unshaved bone in it."
Fengchengyin explained matter-of-factly: "So I helped you avoid that conflict."
"I don't need you to help me avoid this kind of conflict." Wang Zhengdao's face turned dark. He was used to the way the prophet was always strategizing. He was used to what the other party said and what he did. He didn't ask for reasons or reasons. He just believed.
Just be a prophet.
And the little prophet in front of me is just a child after all.
"If I ask a random person to come to you and ask me the question I just asked, will you follow the flow of time to find Tang Ji?" Wang Zhengdao weighed his tone so as not to scare the child.
Feng Chenyin looked at the persistent Wang Zhengdao and sighed, which was inappropriate for his age: "Why are you obsessed with this issue? My ability is not omniscience and omnipotence on the timeline, but to randomly see relevant events you want to know about.
Fragments, very unstable.”
"With Tang Ji's ability and popularity, even if he wakes up on Mars, he will soon become a big shot again, right? What I finally saw may be a certain fragment about Tang Ji fifty or a hundred years later.
"Feng Chenyin shrugged and ordered another skewer of rat meat: "And the consequences of your conflict with that boss are indeed serious. He is Mikkelsen's informant."
Hearing what Feng Chenyin said, Wang Zhengdao couldn't help but look at the boss, but Feng Chenyin immediately warned: "Don't look now, Mikkelsen himself will come here soon to inquire about your news."
Hearing what Feng Chenyin said, Wang Zhengdao immediately remained motionless, but his ears immediately heard Mikkelsen's smooth voice: "How are you doing lately? Do you have any gossip? If you see a new face, tell me.
"
"That's it. The tax imposed by the dog supervisor is all on me. I just buy rat meat. Where do I get the money to pay the tax? If he doesn't dislike it, I can give him a few rats." Selling rats.
The owner of the meat is obviously not a good-tempered person. In the next sentence, he greeted the female relatives of the dog supervisor four times, covering three generations of old, middle and young people.
"I haven't seen any new faces, but for new information, I heard that Tucker's group has planned to leave the shelter and settle permanently on the surface. If they succeed, I bet that in less than two years, there will be people in the shelter.
There are not many people left." For some unknown reason, the owner of the barbecue stall did not reveal the existence of Wang Zhengdao, and he just passed Mikkelsen by.
When Wang Zhengdao looked at Feng Chenyin, his eyes were different. The respect he once had for the prophet was gradually transferred to the little prophet in front of him.
"Don't look at me like that, and don't look at Mikkelsen too scary. He is really scary when thousands of people are united, or even when ten thousand people are united, but now he is just an 'ordinary' super human." Fengchengyin Age
Although he is small, he says the most arrogant words: "If you are worried about him, you can try to secretly kill his clones in Vault 101. There are three of them in total. It was originally four. One of them was five years ago."
Died suddenly."
"Wouldn't it cause any consequences?" Wang Zhengdao admitted that at this moment he did have murderous intentions.
Not to mention killing Mikkelsen, she had long wanted to try it. Just to ensure that he would not affect the Seal of Dust, it was worth taking action.
"Of course I will." Feng Chenyin still lengthened his voice and made a twist: "That person is the smallest-minded person in the world. Why do you think you killed several of his clones for no reason and he wouldn't investigate further? Moreover,
You gave your real name when you came to Shelter 101. If you come in front, his clone will be dead. Do you think he will think it was you?"
Of course Wang Zhengdao sighed, feeling as if he had returned to the time when he started to cooperate with the prophet twenty years ago. At that time, the prophet's greatest pleasure was to borrow information to send people to show his holiness, and to do all kinds of extreme bargain hunting, annexation, and more in the future.
Taunt your opponent
"By the way, the boss didn't betray you just now because the amount you spent here in the past two days has exceeded the monthly benefit fee Mikkelsen gave him." Feng Chenyin said with a smile: "So, as long as
If you can ensure your daily consumption level, he will never tell Mikkelsen about your whereabouts."
"Like everyone else, he has been trapped in the shelter for twenty-five years. No matter how well prepared he was, the supplies were almost exhausted. You can't expect people like him to really work conscientiously, right?
"Feng Chenyin's words opened a new door for Wang Zhengdao, an angle he had never thought of before.
In Wang Zhengdao's eyes, Mikkelsen has always been like a dark cloud in the sky, covering whoever he wants, but he never thought that when the dark clouds were torn apart, they were actually just small clouds.
Although he knew that the consequences would be serious, the temptation to kill all the Mikkelsens in Vault 101 was too great. It took Wang Zhengdao a while to liberate himself from his reverie: "So about the news about the players, can you still
tell me what?"
"Let nature take its course. This is the only thing I can tell you now." Feng Chenyin still smiled and said, "Other than that, I have no comment."