mythical visionary

Chapter 79 I will pass, just like before
"Zeus... who is he?" Black Wukong asked in a deep voice.

"The highest god in Greek mythology, the master of Mount Olympus." Xia Mingwei said, "You can watch the movie, I remember I have seen many movies about Greek mythology, you can find it in the movie catalog , I don’t have time to introduce Greek mythology to you right now.”

"You can really bear it, just let it go like that?"

"It let me go," Xia Mingwei said casually, "I told you that the mythological sequence is divided into four classes, and now I don't have the strength to fight Zeus at all."

He looked up at the screen in the theater, where the film and television drama "Western World" was playing. He had to say that Black Wukong's aesthetics were really simple.

"I'm not talking about Zeus, but Surtur." Black Wukong sneered.

Xia Mingwei was silent, he put the back of his hand against his cheek, his eyes were covered by messy hair.

"Not only did you not kill him, but you also saved him at any cost. Have you ever thought about how you will face this person in the future if he really survives?"

"I haven't thought about it, I just don't want him to die like that." Xia Mingwei paused, "Because I want to question him face to face, that's all."

"Cowardly excuse, you just can't make up your mind."

"Really." Xia Mingwei's voice became colder, "According to what you said, I should rush over and smash him to death with a stick, for the hatred in my heart?"

"if not?"

"If everything can be knocked over with a broken stick, then I don't need to live so tired."

"Then what's the point of your actions?" Black Wukong sarcastically said, "It's ridiculous to take so many risks just to save your own enemies."

"Whatever you say," Xia Mingwei said, "I'm not in the mood to chat with you...I just want to come in to clear my mind and prepare myself for the principal's questions."

"Your position is too weak. Before you were the carrier of mythology, you could still regard it as an enemy, but now you think you can understand it, so you can't do it." Black Wukong approached the iron fence and grabbed it. The iron chain dangled, "And you will have one weakness, and naturally there will be a second weakness...the boss is your first, that girl is the second, they will make you lose your mind and make you indecisive. Most importantly, you can't choose between your two identities, and that's the source of your pain."

Xia Mingwei's pupils were scarlet for a moment, and veins rose on the back of his hands, "Shut your mouth."

"If you want to be a sequencer, then you shouldn't understand your enemies, it makes you soft-hearted." Black Wukong said.

"But I'm not just a sequencer, I'm also a myth carrier." Xia Mingwei said.

"Yes, because you are the carrier of mythology, you can understand the pain of being on the verge of losing control, and the despair of cannibalizing each other, so you can't attack Surtur." Black Wukong said coldly, "You Even forgive it? If you didn't forgive it, how would you save it?"

Xia Mingwei was silent for a moment, and said almost word for word: "I never forgave it, Surtur is Surtur, and the boss is the boss."

"The words 'self-deception' are vividly reflected in you..." Hei Wukong narrowed his scarlet pupils.

"Then what do you want me to do?" Xia Mingwei said in a deep voice, "You're right, I can't be a pure sequencer, because I'm a different kind, and I can understand the pain of the myth carrier."

"But you can't be a pure mythology carrier." Black Wukong said, "This is the most ridiculous place."

"Why can't I do it?" Xia Mingwei asked with a long sigh of relief, propping his forehead, and the vows he made with that girl in the attic kept popping up in his mind.

"It's very simple, if you want to be purely a myth carrier, but you can't accept a fact," Black Wukong stared at him deeply, "You can't accept that you are a monster like that old man Surtur, Sooner or later, like him, you will lose control in the rampage, and then innocent people will be killed by you, just like you did when you were a child."

Xia Mingwei was silent for a moment, and said: "I really can't accept, why am I such a monster, because I am, so I hate him, I just hate myself, I hate that innocent girl, because all myth carriers will Out of control, inevitable."

"It's like a lion who grew up in a group of rabbits, and suddenly found that his own clan was eaten by lions, so he hated the lions." He said slowly, "In the end, I found that I was also a lion, a lion that I hate deeply. , It's really disgusting." At the end, his voice was a little hoarse.

Black Wukong didn't speak, just looked at him with disdain.

"You're right," Xia Mingwei said, "I can't be a lion, and I can't be a rabbit either. I might be crushed in this crack."

"No, you deserve it." Black Wukong's red pupils shone brightly in the darkness, "Just give up one of them, and all your pain now will be wiped away."

"Listen, I know it's annoying for you to look at me now." Xia Mingwei whispered, "But you are a god and I am a human being. We are different."

"Then why don't you give your body to me?" Hei Wukong held on to the thousands of iron chains tightly, his face extremely gloomy, "I can solve all your troubles for you and make decisions that you can't make! "

"I had an agreement with her." Xia Mingwei stood up and murmured, "It is impossible for me to break the agreement...absolutely impossible."

"A promise?" Black Wukong grinned, "What's the point of that kind of agreement?! The huddling among monsters to keep warm is extremely ridiculous, and soon she will become a snake with eight heads and eight tails, no different from Surtur ! Do you think you would still feel pity for her then?"

Before its words fell, Xia Mingwei's figure had disappeared in the fantasy theater, and Black Wukong's pupils were glowing violently, and it took a long time for them to dim.

"Forget it, forget it," Black Wukong sat back in the shadow of the prison cell, breathing deeply, "It's just a brat..."

On December 12, around Beijing, Philosophy Club.

In the room full of philosophy books, there was the clear sound of stirring liquid with a spoon, and the sound of pattering rain, and the shutters were opened and closed by the rain.

Anners sat on the sofa, drinking hot coffee while reading a book; Xia Mingwei took a shower, wiped his wet hair with a towel, and walked out of the bathroom.

"By the way, is the injury on your hand still not healed?" Anlens put down the water glass and looked at the back of Xia Mingwei's hand.

Hearing this, Xia Mingwei took off the bandage on the back of his hand, revealing a shallow scar: "It's almost there." He put on the bandage again and put on gloves for warding off the cold.

He used "72 changes" to change the appearance of the back of his hand, and tampered with Wukong's coat of arms into a scar that had not completely faded.

Anlens smiled and said, "To be honest, with your current status, I wouldn't find it strange even if there is a mythological sequence hidden under the bandage."

Xia Mingwei remained expressionless, and changed the subject: "So, you all knew before you acted?"

"It wasn't until two hours before the start of the operation that we fully confirmed who the flame giant's body was." Anlens took a sip of his coffee, "Uh... Actually, I wanted to tell you, but I thought telling you was already It's too late, and you may even run away."

"Really." Xia Mingwei paused, "You really hope that I can watch the flame giant die with my own eyes?"

"It's better to say that this is the principal's request. He doesn't want you to see that just because you know the true identity of the flame giant, you can't help yourself, and even escaped from it."

After wiping his hair, Xia Mingwei hung the towel on the rack: "That disappoints you all, I really can't figure it out..."

"It's quite normal," Anlunsi said slowly, "The only family member in a few years, and the enemy who ruined his life, who can combine these two identities without feeling confused, so in I don't think it's surprising that you lost your mind when he was finally eaten by Zeus."

Xia Mingwei did not respond. He casually took out an introductory philosophy book from the bookshelf and sat on the sofa. In fact, he was not interested in philosophy, but there were no other books here.

"Speaking of which," Anlens asked again, "didn't you know its true identity until you saw the flame giant transform back into a human body?"

"Yes," Xia Mingwei exhaled softly, "To be honest, I feel like the whole world is about to collapse, and I can't associate them together at all."

"Even if you have lived under the same roof with a mythical carrier for four years, you must understand that the mythical carrier is the mythical carrier, and it is our enemy."

"I know."

"Don't try to sympathize with the enemy, that is the greatest cruelty to yourself."

"There is no need to repeat it a second time, I know it very well."

"That's good." Anlens breathed a sigh of relief, "No matter what, the school will conduct a strict interrogation on you next, it is inevitable, you should be mentally prepared."

"Okay." Xia Mingwei said.

The two of them read the book in silence for a while, the sound of the rain coming from outside the window gradually became fainter, and the mist covered the window gradually drifted away.

Anlunsi looked down at the phone, and suddenly said: "The principal has used the ability of the retrograde domain to restore the buildings in the old Jingmai block, and now there is peace there." He paused, "Then we will be in three hours later I'm going to fly back to London, do you want to go back and have a look now?"

"No." Xia Mingwei put a Band-Aid on the wound on his cheek. He had already treated it with a complex iodine disinfectant before.

If it was an ordinary wound, the powerful regenerative force brought by the black Wukong sequence would have healed already, but it was the wound from Zeus's lightning, and it has not recovered until now, as if it is inhibiting his regeneration force.

This should be the lightning characteristic controlled by Zeus, which can suppress the regeneration power of the damaged target and the like.Xia Mingwei thought.

But after about two hours, this inhibitory effect completely disappeared, and he could feel the wound on his face was healing at a high speed, and it was slightly itchy.

Zeus' lightning can temporarily suppress the regenerative power of creatures, but won't it last for more than three hours?Xia Mingwei came to a general conclusion in his mind, that in the battle with it, both the recovery ability of the sequencer and the regeneration ability of the myth carrier should be equal to nothing.

No matter what, he has enough self-confidence, as long as he gradually improves the "Black Wukong" sequence and "Visionist" sequence, it is not difficult to defeat Zeus.

However, it's just a matter of time.

By 12:[-] noon on this day, the principal and the others had completely completed the aftermath of the old Jingmai block, so the police released the residents of the old Jingmai block.

"We'll talk about it when we get back to the academy. Then you come to see me in the principal's office." Suad said the first words to Xia Mingwei after he entered the club.

"Okay." Xia Mingwei put down his book and nodded at him.

Two hours later, they boarded the plane at Huanjing International Airport and returned to Oribel Academy. Time passed quickly, and the [-]-hour flight ended soon.

Suad got off the plane first. After Anlens and Xia Mingwei left the airport, they strolled in the light raining London. The Gothic clock tower and red brick houses were in a trance under the pattering rain, and the pedestrians on the street Few of them held umbrellas, and most of them relied on coats and overcoats to shelter from the rain. The potholes of the stagnant water reflected their comfortable figures.

"London has a lot of light rain, so many Londoners don't know how to open an umbrella in this kind of weather." Anlun Si moved his eyes, "By the way, have you exchanged credits for rewards?"

"It hasn't been exchanged yet, the review of the school's tasks has just ended." Xia Mingwei said casually.

"The credits should have arrived." Anlunsi smiled, "Use the mobile phone software to check."

After hearing this, Xia Mingwei opened the app "Olibel Academy Forum" on his phone.

There is a link to the academy's official website. The official website has a list of items that can be exchanged for credits. In addition to the most cost-effective sequence rough stones, it even includes magical weapons created by the "blacksmith" sequence and "pharmacist" sequence. Items such as enhanced serum, and the fully submerged game helmet jointly created by the "hacker" and "programmer" sequences are inevitably dazzling at first glance.

He has six credits in hand.

Normally, the credits given by an academy task are around five points. Those who perform well get more credits, and those who perform poorly get less credits. Most of the students are at the level of three credits. Perhaps it is because of Xia Mingwei's performance in the task. The performance exceeded the standard, so he got six credits.

"Let's take a look when we go back to the academy." Xia Mingwei was not interested, and put away his phone after a quick glance.The tiny raindrops slapped his cheeks, making him a little cold.

The two walked slowly to the abandoned station in west London, tapped the pillar three times with the dark golden key, the world suddenly changed, and a brightly lit car appeared in front of their eyes.

Not long after Xia Mingwei boarded the train, a young female flight attendant with blond hair and blue eyes walked towards him, holding stacked express cartons in her arms, almost covering her face.

"Student Xia Mingwei, the school's address has received a copy of your courier. Usually, we will hand over the courier received outside to the students on the train." The flight attendant said.

Xia Mingwei was stunned for a moment: "My courier?"

"Wait a minute, please let me look for it, as you know, there are too many." The flight attendant smiled, her eyes moved up and down, and scanned the labels on the express cartons.

"No need," Xia Mingwei stretched out his right hand, paused slightly in the air, and took out a blue and white packing box, "It should be this."

He flipped the box over, and there was a slip on the back, with two scrawled words on the sender's place: Boss.

"That's right, that's right." The flight attendant blinked at him, and left with the pile of couriers in his arms. "If you need anything, remember to call us, student Xia Mingwei~"

"You're really welcome." Anlens passed by his side and walked to the bar car next door, and the rich aroma of wine came from inside.

"Just take a courier."

Xia Mingwei sat in the nearby box, and the train moved forward slowly amidst the roar of the engine. London outside the window flew by in the hazy evening, as if looking at flowers in the fog.

He unwrapped the ribbon of the box slowly, and inside was a letter and a photo frame with a yellowed photo inside.

Xia Mingwei glanced at the photo, which was taken five years ago. The background of the photo is the lawn under the setting sun. He is standing side by side with his boss in hospital gown.The boss's broad right hand rested on his shoulder, with a gentle smile on his face.His hair was still very black then, not as gray as it is now.

The 12-year-old Xia Mingwei has thin cheeks and a frail body. Although his face is cold, he can see a faint smile in his eyes.

After a while, Xia Mingwei put down the photo frame on the light yellow table, then opened the light blue envelope, and took out a piece of brown letter paper from inside.

boss:

By the time you read this letter, it should be almost the 27th. I reckon this letter was sent to you around this time.

Mingwei, happy birthday.

It's the first time in six years that I'm not by your side on your birthday. Is it okay to eat over there in London?Tell me in advance next time, don't be so sudden.

Take care of yourself.

Also, don't fight with others at school, I'm old, I can't fly to London to support you.But if you need it, I will definitely come over, just like I used to.

Xia Mingwei put down the letter, stuffed it into the blue and white envelope, and put it back into the gift box together with the photo frame.

He was silent for a long time, then slowly turned his head and looked at London under the setting sun.With a deafening roar, the train entered the tunnel, everything was wrapped in darkness.

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