As the feeling of sleepiness came over, the blind man fell into a deep sleep, and he dreamed again.
But this dream is magnificent and bizarre, or... it is a kind of calling that comes from a "miracle".
In the dream, the blind man was at a loss. He could see. Yes, he really saw. It was not relying on synesthesia that was imaged in the brain, but he really saw something with his own eyes that made him feel it. A scene of cold sweat.
The vast plain was covered with skeletons one after another. The clothes had not weathered with the passage of time. He could clearly see the age on the clothes.
From Hanfu to Qing court officials to Chinese tunic suits, from crotch cloth to plain kimonos, coarse linen clothes to the costumes of British aristocrats...
These clothes seem to cover everything in the history of each country, but the owners of the clothes have all turned into weathering skeletons.
From cold weapons to hot weapons, swords, guns, swords and halberds, firecrackers and pistols, many weapons are scattered, either dropped or inserted directly.
This is a plain corpse grave, and also a military grave where the bones of many weapons and weapons are buried.
It seemed as if what they and they had experienced was a road of killing, a life-and-death Shura path, but in the end, without exception, they all fell on this road.
The term "millions of corpses" is no longer an exaggeration. There are even more than a million corpses here, and you can't see the edges at a glance.
The flow of blood is not a metaphor, because the blood continues to flow and merge into rivers, lakes and seas, dyeing this plain and wasteland red.
Even the blood covered or even reflected the sky, dyeing it blood red.
The blind man moved forward naturally without noticing anything amiss. He stepped on the corpses and weapons until he reached the center of the plain.
In the center, he finally glimpsed the true form of the thing that had "chosen" it.
That's the throne.
A throne made of bones and weapons, a throne made of blood and shadows, a throne that is constantly changing.
It seems that as long as you can sit on the throne, you can become a "king" and you can become a "god"!
Even though the blind man was so determined, he was bewitched by the throne at this moment. He ran towards the throne and wanted to sit in it, but was rejected by some mysterious power.
Qin Xiya stretched out his hand, and a sticky yet clear pale liquid emerged on his fingertips. Then, it clung to his arm, passed through his neck, and finally covered the blind man's face.
It forms a mask covering the face, or in other words, a nightmare face.
Then the blind man woke up.
He touched his cheek involuntarily, but what he felt was the skin of his face, not the mask, but his instinct told him that as long as he needed it, he could put on the mask that belonged only to him and inspire The power of nightmare that is unique to oneself.
But it's just an illusion, because the mask is still "awakening."
[Master Walking, you have become the chosen killer. 】
[Information Distribution·The Chosen Killer and the Slaughter Throne: Each Chosen Killer will enter the Dream Realm when inspired by the 'Throne of Bones' and be given the power of the 'Nightmare Face'. Those who can kill the Chosen Killer will also receive it. The transfer of qualifications involves either inheriting the power of Nightmare or acquiring qualifications.
After obtaining the qualification, when entering the dream realm of the Skeleton Throne, you can obtain the power of the nightmare side that is unique to you. The power of the nightmare side will not be controlled by the throne. It is a power that belongs to the chosen one. What the throne does is just Just a catalyst,
With the continuous killing, the power of the Nightmare Face will continue to increase, and the Chosen Killer will also be qualified to ascend the throne. However, before ascending to the throne, a "battle" between life and death is also required. 】
The blind man carefully felt his own nightmare, and after a little understanding and meditation, an anonymous email was sent to his cell phone at the right time, but it belonged directly to the round table.
[Hitman ▇▇, hello, you are now named to assist the matchmaker in the escort mission... When the mission is completed, the Round Table's reward order for you will be revoked. 】
After browsing, I found that it overlapped with event ③. There was no need to weigh the pros and cons, so the blind man got up.
Not to mention, the child had lost his parents and might even be killed by others. The blind man was also distressed, so he didn't need to think about it at all. He came directly to the matchmaker.
"Are you... a matchmaker?" the blind man wearing sunglasses asked.
"Yes, it's me."
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"Brother, do you want some bear biscuits?" Wang Ziming asked the blind man politely and enthusiastically. Although he didn't have many biscuits, he knew how to share at a young age, and it could be seen that he had a good upbringing.
The blind man shook his head and said with a kind expression: "No, Xiao...Xiao Ming, you can eat, I'm not hungry."
"Okay, but big brother, if you are hungry, you can't eat my biscuits." Xiao Ming made a milky voice, and it was obvious that he really liked eating bear biscuits.
The blind man couldn't help laughing: "Don't worry, you won't eat it."
The matchmaker looked around vigilantly and communicated with the blind man through lip language. Fortunately, the blind man inherited all the proficiency of the original body, including lip language.
"You are like a Bodhisattva crossing the river by yourself - you can't protect yourself? Why do you want to interfere with this escort mission? If you are not worried, I am still worried that you will be involved."
Qin Xiya also replied with lip language: "Then can you protect this child by yourself?"
The matchmaker was dumbfounded. Indeed, she was not known for her fighting ability. It was true that she was not able to cope with it alone, but it was better to be unable to cope alone than to form a team with someone who was criticized by everyone.
She obviously resisted, but there was nothing she could do.
"There seems to be no direct connection between whether I can protect this child by myself and whether you are a Mud Bodhisattva. Your rash joining will only bring danger to us, right? Don't you think about how much you are worth?" The matchmaker said indiscriminately. After speaking, she thought of the blind man's deeds again.
In fact, in the final analysis, Qin Xiya himself had no fault in this matter. His only fault was that he was not a senior member of the Round Table.
She apologized sincerely: "I'm sorry, I didn't mean that."
The blind man thought of the original person and his wife, and heard the matchmaker's words. He was also a little angry, but he restrained himself very well: "But this is the Round Table appointing me to join."
He moved the round table to suppress the matchmaker.
The matchmaker also asked Po Xia donkey: "Then please don't endanger this child because of your own affairs."
The blind man faced Wang Ziming, who was eating bear biscuits and looking at the retreating scenery outside the window, and replied to the matchmaker.
"Don't worry, even if I die, I won't let this child lose a hair."
The blind man has always been very patient with children who are not bearish; and with regard to poor children, the blind man has always treated them with the greatest kindness;
Not to mention, he believes that it is an adult's duty to protect young children who should be protected and are worthy of protection, even though he is still a "child" in the eyes of his grandparents.
Qin Xiya and the matchmaker were still communicating with each other through lip language, but there was a buzzing in Wang Ziming's stomach.
Xiao Ming embarrassedly covered his face with his bag, looking shy and shy.
The matchmaker, who was full of motherhood, rubbed Xiao Ming's head: "The bear biscuits are not enough for those who are hungry. How about going to the dining car with my sister? You can eat whatever you want."
"Okay." Xiao Ming was indeed hungry, but he asked the blind man again, "Brother Sunglasses, are you hungry? Do you want to have lunch with us?"
The blind man thought for a moment, nodded and said, "Okay."
So the three of them went to the dining car.
The matchmaker held Xiao Ming's hand, while the blind man opened the door of the dining car.
The matchmaker's eyes widened and she couldn't help but lost her voice: "Mi Xiang?!"
She was looking at the only passenger in the dining car, a man whose size was comparable to that of a sumo wrestler, or even bigger.
Mi Xiang is his killer code name, and he is also...the chosen killer.
