I play prophet in Salvation Organization

Chapter 91 The Rose Blooms (46)

Standing at the door, Song Qingci's expression hesitated.

Although his posture is still as strong as a green pine, only Song Qingci knows how much he has tossed and tossed recently.

After training and studying on weekdays, I can often fall asleep quickly, and quickly adjust my mentality to cope with the challenges of the next day.But recently, or in the past week, Song Qingci often stays up late and suffers from insomnia.Even if you fall asleep, you will be awakened by nightmares.

It can be said that she has been tortured during the recent period, and the double blow of spirit and body made her exhausted.

Because of this, Song Qingci finally made up his mind.

She specially asked for a leave of absence, and left the playground on Monday morning, when she was supposed to be exercising, to find a teacher, and after asking around, she came to a certain teaching building.

Today, she wants to cut off the water with a knife, cut off the flow with a sword, and cut off all her melancholy and troubles with a light knife!

Taking a deep breath, Song Qingci stood beside the heavy wooden door, sinking his heart.

She was about to knock on the door, but the next second, a voice came from inside the door: "Come in, the door is unlocked."

Song Qingci was slightly startled when he heard this voice.

Did he hear his own voice?

After hesitating for a moment, Song Qingci pushed the door open.

The light outside the door spills into the door, and the light mist reflects a beautiful path under the sunlight, like the wine in a wine glass rolling up and down, and it will dissipate like snow with a slight movement.

In the light, a person is facing the books on the table, propping his head up and gradually thinking about something.

That person didn't wear a scarf today, and the sun shone through his shirt on his neck, making his skin as transparent as the most delicate glass, without human life, and pale enough to make people feel weird.

Sensing Song Qingci's gaze, the man raised his head and looked at Song Qingci with deep eyes.

"Good morning, classmate Song Qingci."

The man smiled at Song Qingci and said, "It's a good time to come here within 10 minutes after the sun rises."

Listening to that person's words, Song Qingci couldn't help frowning slightly.

"I wanted to ask before," she said, "Could it be that you can actually predict... the future?"

If the name "Prophet" had revealed something, then when Song Qingci was fighting the opponent, this feeling was even more obvious.

At that time, she couldn't even find any way to deal with it at all, and every blow was like hitting cotton softly.No matter where she wants to jump, the opponent can accurately capture her position.

If it wasn't because it was just a "test", if it wasn't because the opponent didn't intend to kill, if it wasn't because the venue was relatively narrow...

In short, all kinds of "ifs" piled up together, making Song Qingci completely at a loss as to how to deal with him.

The power called "foresight" that can completely block one's path, and that weird and inexplicable fog...

There is no doubt that this is a guy who makes it difficult to raise the mood to deal with it.

Unless there is an overwhelming advantage, he can always completely nullify or dodge your attacks.

Therefore, this made Song Qingci very suspicious of whether the other party's ability was really "foreseeing the future".

But that's not quite right either.

According to Song Qingci's point of view, the stronger any ability is, the more obvious the price will be.

Simple supernatural powers like spraying flames, which can almost be classified as chemical abilities, will not be expensive to consume.

However, such a power as "foreseeing the future"...

Song Qingci feels that if such power is to be used perfectly, then the person who controls it will inevitably pay a high fee that ordinary people cannot understand.

She understands this very well.

Because, she is also a superpower!
In this world, there are some people who are born different from others, and they are born with different powers from others, which is almost common sense in the supernatural world.

Every superpower, or extraordinary person, has different abilities.Some are strong and some are trash.However, the probability of a superhuman being appearing is very, very, very low. Even now, there are less than a hundred recorded superhuman beings in the entire country.Among them, there are relatively useless ones, and there are only a handful of them that can be used in combat or research.

So there is basically no need for extraordinary people to worry about being sliced ​​or used as experimental materials-on the one hand, the authorities are not so short-sighted, and on the other hand, there are better choices.

Compared to guys like Transcendents, those legends and myths must be more fragrant!And if you really want to choose experimental materials, of course those who are patient are more beneficial!

Because of this, Transcendents have the same status in all parts of the world—they don't need to hide, but they won't be taken too seriously either.

It's like Song Qingci, who only participated in the "special skills assessment" before coming here.

But even so, Song Qingci has never heard of such a superpower as "foreseeing the future".

Can this ability really be mastered by humans?
Song Qingci was very suspicious of this.

It was Bering's calm attitude that met her suspicious gaze.

"If you want to speak from your point of view, then take it as such."

Bering put down the book, and said with a light smile, "Time is a mighty river, and even more so, a turbulent sea. No one can say that they can see through it. The concept of fate is too grand. It is so ethereal that anyone who tries to look at it and control it will be swallowed and submerged in turn."

"In the end, I'm just a person who sees farther and knows more."

Song Qingci glanced at the title of the book.

'Western Europe... what? '

You can tell at a glance that this is the type she doesn't care about at all.

As if he noticed Song Qingci's gaze, Bai Ling shook his head and put the book away: "The content of this book is not suitable for you."

"If you really want to say...let me see."

Picking from the thick stack of files next to him, Bering brushed his fingers over the spine of the books, and after deliberating for a moment, he chose one of them: "I found it, this is it."

Pulling out the book, Bering slapped it on the table, pushed it lightly to Song Qingci who was on the opposite side of the table.

Looking at the thick tome being pushed in front of him.

Song Qingci hesitated for a while.

After about five seconds, she stretched out her hand and pressed it firmly on the book.

Then, she turned the book over and fixed her eyes on the front of the book.

The moment Song Qingci saw the title of the book, his pupils shrank slightly!
With a "clang", the thick tome just fell to the ground, and the sound of heavy objects falling to the ground echoed throughout the office.

However, Song Qingci didn't seem to notice anything.

She just looked at Bering, with a strange light in her eyes.

(End of this chapter)