Hiss, my head feels so heavy and I feel dizzy. Is this what death feels like?
When Jiang Yan saw the iron arm passing through the unknown barrier smoothly, he never imagined that he would be stuck: The light curtain was like a catching net. Jiang Yan passed through it, but not completely. There seemed to be a natural existence.
The repulsive force was resisting his body or a certain part of his body, and he was "rejected" by such protection.
And this kind of resistance is not just physical, but also spiritual rejection. Contact with the soft light makes Jiang Yan feel the burning sensation as if he is thrown into the stove. His brain emits heat as if it is cooked, and it tightens.
Then, the moment before Jiang Yan lost consciousness, he heard the malfunction sound of the drone behind him due to overload, and he understood that he should have died from this.
What followed was blinding white light, suffocating darkness, and coma.
Jiang Yan's current feeling is like the tightness of his skin like sunburn, and his whole body feels the burning pain from the inside out. If this is the world after death, then Pluto should be a serious lover of microwave ovens, like
The one that keeps food cold inside and hot outside.
A soft and cold touch caressed Lian Jia, and Jiang Yan opened his eyes while struggling. Under the dark sky was an extraordinary-looking woman. Every part of her skin was as textured and lustrous as a marble statue, and her face was even more so.
Far beyond the beauty that can be expressed by any artist in the world, her long silver-white hair pours down like a waterfall, mysterious and full of divinity.
But those eyes made Jiang Yan dare not look directly into them.
The bright red eyes are as clear as gems, but the color in them is not as fascinating as gems. It is the color when blood spurts out, and only contains a hint of familiar blackness in the deepest part, which is chilling and terrifying.
The woman who was suffocating just put one hand gently on Jiang Yan's cheek and remained silent. The two of them looked at each other like this. Suddenly, the woman's hand went down - holding Jiang Yan's hand.
What a neck!
"Gu...!"
Jiang Yan, whose breathing was restricted, couldn't help but make a painful sound, but the woman didn't seem to care. She just observed Jiang Yan's reaction. This level of strength could not be called "tentative", but she
There was no consciousness that she was attacking anyone. After a long time, her palms loosened, and while Jiang Shao gasped for air, he opened the gloves and sleeves of Jiang Shao's night uniform.
The woman murmured an unfamiliar language, seeming to be very confused about the scene in front of her. Then she looked at Jiang Yan's hair, searching for something in the scattered black hair with both hands, and finally picked up a strand - along with the pain, Jiang Yan
He could see clearly that the few hairs she had pulled out were the hairs that were changing from the tail ends to white hair.
The woman threw it away and her hair flew away in the wind. She asked:
"what do you?"
"...I don't know." Jiang Yan murmured. He saw clearly that he was not dead. The narrow skylines on both sides of the sky were the outlines of Longmen's small streets, and he was leaning on a pair of discarded materials.
, there seems to be a mattress with springs popping out, no wonder my back can't feel the touch of the ground. I don't understand how I survived, but I must have a very close connection with the mysterious woman in front of me.
But her question left Jiang Yan even more puzzled. "What is it?" If other than the categories of humans, animals, plants, and inorganic matter, how should I answer this question? "I don't know what I am... Some people say I am Ah
Gore." Jiang Shao considered the words and felt more and more the impoverishment of language. "But I don't know, I haven't understood it yet."
"Agor..."
The woman recited these mysterious syllables repeatedly. Every time she repeated them, her certainty and doubts seemed to grow. As if she was trying to convince herself but was powerless, she looked at Jiang Yan again, this time she opened his eyes.
s eyes.
"..."
It was an incomprehensible language again, and this language lacked a sense of familiarity in his blood. The woman thought to no avail and could only let out a silent sigh.
"You look like Agor, yes, but you don't have the mark of Agor. You are a citizen of the sea, and you lack the taste of the sea. Your body is like a mass of chaos, like another portion added to the soup.
The material, no, many parts of the material, are then mixed indistinguishably from each other until it becomes 'you', an 'Agor' who is not an Agor."
Words beyond comprehension came one after another, and the woman did not stop. "Looking into your eyes again, this mixture is not just your body. Ignorance and confusion, further down, cowardice and determination, and what's more
, cold and enthusiastic. I can’t see clearly, I can only give a rough idea——
"I'm afraid you are not a simple person."
When she mentioned the quantifier "one", the woman emphasized her tone. The feeling of something being penetrated quickly turned into panic. Jiang Yan seemed to understand the mystery, but there was a fog blocking the last few fragments.
He couldn't see the whole picture clearly. The strangely huge amount of knowledge or memory turned into an endless tide, instantly drowning all Jiang Yan's senses from his eyes to his hands. And from this chaotic flow of information, he could only see clearly——
A face.
A face that shines with the greedy eyes and appetite of a beast, and a bloodthirsty face.
That's Ajman's face.
That's his face.
"Uh-huh——"
His breath was shattered by the suddenly clear memories. Jiang Yan saw the arena illuminated by dazzling lights. The fat man with yellow hair was holding a severed hand and was shocked by the huge fear and could not speak. His teeth were neatly broken.
It was smoother than cutting with a blade, and not a trace of blood flowed out of the pulsating veins.
The sound of chewing.
The smell of blood filled his mouth, and the slightly obstructed touch made him even more happy. He was smiling, and a weird and indescribable smile that sent chills down the spine was outlined at the corner of his mouth!
"I--"
With his mind resisting the overbearing erosion, Jiang Yan used up his last strength and roared:
"I am human--"
A gentle touch came from the top of his head. A cold voice became Jiang Yan’s straw:
"Of course you are human, no doubt about it."
"You're not a monster."
Awakening from the nightmare, Jiang Yan's body was soaked with sweat, and his lungs were robbing the air like crazy. After a long time, he finally calmed down, and he was still himself.
"It seems that you saw some not very pleasant scenes." The woman said calmly, "But fortunately, you woke up by your own will, and you haven't turned into a monster yet."
Without the energy to think about the deeper meaning of the woman's words, Jiang Yan asked tiredly:
"Who are you?"
"...I am your compatriot."
The woman pulled up Jiang Yan, who was out of strength, and her voice was quiet and kind, but her tone left no room for doubt. "The people of the sea are connected by blood, especially among hunters, even if the sea only brings us disaster. I am Agor, and I am the bounty
Hunter. If it is you, I think this introduction seems more appropriate.