"I quit." Yi Cha pointed to the side of his head. "Do you know what I'm thinking?"
"What are you thinking about?"
"Thinking nothing of it," Icha said, crossing from one arc to another. Invisible rules grabbed part of his right side of his shirt. "I had no idea what I was doing."
Willy Xiao was silent for a while. The sound was very small when it came out again. "You said 'no more.'" He struggled to free his calf from a suction vortex. "Is it the kind of 'I quit' that says, 'I'll do one last thing, sacrifice myself one more time, and save you guys one more time'?"
"I don't know what stupid thing you're talking about."
"Then you still listen! Brother, why on earth are you doing this? From the beginning." Willy Xiao smiled, but his tone was a little strange. "Even now, you can go home right now - you have several homes, and many places that treat you like family, and real family. Real." He raised his voice. "The collapse has stopped. Even if it relapses in the future, it has nothing to do with you. As long as you and Dosmas handle it properly, the Plague of Silence will not spread beyond the Vientiane Forest. The turmoil of Wei Xing Qi Meng is A small thing is just a drop in the bucket compared to what you have experienced before.
Besides, you always emphasize that you are a devil. Isn't turmoil exactly what you want to see? I didn't understand it from the beginning. Why did you establish Wei Xing Qi Nian, why did you set up the Star Returning Council, and why did you serve as the speaker yourself. Willy Xiao spoke faster and faster, even with a hint of complaint. "From what I know about you, you hate management, the allocation of will resources and the control of others." It doesn’t even matter that you’re good at it – because you’re good at it, you hate these behaviors even more. Do you still remember the way you sat on the throne in the council chamber? That expression could be clearly seen across the three corridors——
Let me tell you, the reason why you suffer from dyskinesia is not because of anything Ruimugange did. You get it because you have been doing these things that annoy you for a long time. These are all psychological issues, do you understand? If we don't like it, we just lift the table and leave. There is always a place for you to stay. OK? "
"I can't," Icha said.
"Of course I know you can't do it." Willy Xiao said strangely. "I'm making a suggestion about improving your physical and mental health. You don't have to say 'no'. I say—"
"I said I can." Yi looked at him - the mystic scholar was startled, because he saw the anger of chaos in the eyes of the demon. "Aren't you asking me why I did this in the first place? I can't."
Willy Xiao was stunned. There was an arrogance in Yi Cha's tone that he hadn't heard in a long time.
"Really? Because of this? Because you can't?"
The arcane scholar stretched his neck tentatively. "Is this the reason all the time? Is this it?"
"I said it. And I'm not sick. Whether it's the kind of psychological thing you said or the kind they think." Yi Cha turned his head and waved his hand back, possibly intending to hit him on the head but missed. , or simply friendly evidence.
"Oh oh oh."
Willy Xiao responded and secretly took out the manuscript in his arms. "Oh oh oh. Okay, okay."
Even though it doesn't seem that way - most of the Dark Arcs require permission to enter and require special angles to each other to be seen. Fundamentally speaking, this setting has some rationality. If it were not for mutual exclusion, there would be no need to divide a projection into so many independent areas. Therefore, it is almost certain that there are existences of subjective will involved in it - that is, certain creatures.
There are actually residents of their own living in this bare and dim light belt, which is not so worthy of belief at the first time.
Access permissions and angle restrictions are still in effect. But none of this is difficult to check. They move between dark arcs with ease. Check whether there are any traces of the Tanshou monster that Imetz personally commissioned to find.
Willy Xiao asked Yi Cha for his explanation, and what he got was: "You can find out as long as he is here."
The occult scholars could not help but complain again.
"There must be some little guy here that I can't see."
After the 2100th Dark Arc inspection, Willy Xiao complained while cleaning up a thick layer of vomit-like gel on his sleeve. After scraping away four layers of the sleeve, he discovered that the sleeve was the four layers of vomit itself. It didn't make him feel good.
"Yes." Yi Cha took a while to answer the question. "And it's not flammable." There was an obvious tendency in his words - if it were flammable, he would have another plan. "They were affected by the plague."
"Didn't you say you're not sick?"
They quickly passed through nearly 800 dark arcs, among which there were several vertical ruins that seemed to have exquisite structures and interesting atmospheres. However, without even looking, they said, "There is nothing we are looking for here, let's get out."
Willy Xiao now only wears a colorful apron. This apron is the only thing he trusts that can be called "clothing". "Hey." he called. "If this is really the projection of the second arc, shouldn't all the residents here be related to the angelic power? Let's just contact them directly and ask them to help us look for it."
He looked at him with an expression that looked like he was looking at a scrapped machine. "We'll find it ourselves."
"That's all I want to ask." Willi Xiao's teeth chattered, but his tone was strong. "Why do we have to do this ourselves? Why do you have to do this yourself?"
Yi Cha spoke after five dark arcs.
He said, "Oh. Found it."
Willy Shaw stepped forward. It's exactly what Yi Cha said. The desolate monster can indeed be spotted at a glance - it is sitting on a suspended, shiny silver plate, with its hands spread out, looking helpless and depressed. The occult scholar touched him, and the beggar's brown hair fluttered, but he didn't give him any special reaction.
"He's sick too," said Willy Shaw. "How do you get the words out of him?"
"I don't know." Yi Cha went to the side, grabbed the brown beggar's head and lifted it up. The poor desolate creature made babbling sounds and its limbs drifted limply. "Take him back to Wei Xing Qi Mian. Scan, dissect, and extract juice."
"What's going on?" Willy Xiao blinked and looked at the devil. "The Vientiane Forest has been closed since it was reopened. It's not easy to come here. Don't leave just because you want to."
Icha threw the brown beggar on top of him. "You take him back."
"What can I do!" Willy Xiao shouted. "In order to start the last transmission, you burned my manuscript!!"
"Don't you still have a manuscript?" Yi Cha glanced at him coldly. The arcane scholar is trying to hide something secretly behind his back.
