The soul is an extremely common but extremely mysterious existence, and there are only a handful of civilizations in the universe that can thoroughly explore its secrets. As a creature of a god-level civilization, Jiao Zhengyu naturally preserves all knowledge about the soul in the storage medium, so that when she sees real examples, she will not lose face as a creature of a god-level civilization due to doubts.
Just like now.
Raphael and Xing Yihuang, who were guided by the animals, vaguely felt something. Their steps were getting faster and faster. They didn't even need the animals to guide them. They were facing the direction where Valentine was sitting. That piece of grass.
No one told them where Valentine was sitting, no one told them how to walk in this dense forest. The animals were left behind by them, but these two girls surprisingly followed the right path. Running forward, getting closer and closer to their true love.
Jiao Zhengyu observed their vision from a distance. The intersection of Xing Yihuang's and Raphael's vision happened to be the position of the Valentine sculpture, and there was no deviation.
It's like turning on see-through technology.
Jiao Zhengyu's storage medium contains a description of this phenomenon, which often occurs in the victims' relatives and lovers, and is called "soul bond".
The connection between life and life will be deepened by the deepening of their feelings, mainly at the soul level, overlapping together in a way that physical life cannot understand.
When the emotions between the two parties reach a certain level, and one of them is about to suffer or has already suffered a fatal disaster, the "soul bond" is triggered, and this magical phenomenon will appear, even for those who have never explored psychic technology. Life can feel it too.
This is a passive skill that every life has.
It's a pity that when a life feels the touch of "soul bond", it means that the other party is in danger.
The Valentine Three are a perfect example.
Just like what the little dragon man described, Raphael and Xing Yihuang did run all the way to see him as soon as possible, but what was on their faces was not smiles but anxiety.
This anxiety disappeared when they broke through the green world and saw Valentine sitting on the grass.
It turned into disbelief, fear, sadness.
Raphael stood on the edge of the grass, staring at Valentine sitting on the ground, shaking his head slightly.
"No...this...shouldn't..."
A tiny sound was squeezed out of her throat, just like the angel's body, trembling crazily at this moment. The reality in front of her was like a giant hammer hitting Raphael's heart, causing her to feel unbearable sharp pain. Her legs softened and she almost fell to the ground.
Xing Yihuang stood behind Raphael and supported her, while moving his eyes away from looking ahead.
As a hunter, snowfields and natural disasters have tempered her mentality, making her spirit as indestructible as steel. But no matter how hard the steel is, it will melt into molten iron, and no matter how strong the ability to withstand stress, it cannot withstand the sadness when a loved one dies.
It was a torrent of emotions that was more violent than a natural disaster, rushing through Xing Yihuang's heart crazily, bringing the girl to the verge of collapse.
But fortunately, years of training allowed her to guard the last line of defense of reason, but not the door to tears.
Xing Yihuang could only turn his face away, no longer looking at the sad scene in the distance, and tightly wrapped his arms around Raphael's waist to prevent her from rushing to Valentine and contracting ore disease.
"Calm down!"
"Let me go! Let me go!"
"How can I calm down! He is dead, in front of me!"
"Xiao Wa..."
Crying and wailing echoed above the grass. Jiao Zhengyu sat aside and looked at the parting scene, shaking his head slowly.
"He really got it right."
Raphael cried bitterly and frantically tried to break free from Xing Yihuang's arm and ran to Valentine. Xing Yihuang did not let go, letting the collapsed angel slap his arm. He turned his head to the side and closed his eyes. Two lines of clear tears streaked down his cheeks.
It takes time to release emotions, so Jiao Zhengyu did not appear to disturb them at this time, and kept hiding in the dark to observe. When Raphael finally stopped crying, she took off her disguise and appeared in front of the two of them.
"Hello."
As soon as he finished speaking, Jiao Zhengyu suddenly felt very embarrassed.
…
Forget it, now that the villain character has been established, let’s follow through to the end.
The sudden appearance of the Wendigo girl did not attract the attention of Raphael and Xing Yihuang. The two girls were still immersed in the pain of losing their husbands. They sat on the ground and stared blankly at the Valentine Source Stone in the distance, as if they themselves were statues.
Seeing this, Jiao Zhengyu did not say hello again, but stood patiently waiting for the two girls to return to normal.
I don’t know how long time has passed, but the originally dark sky has now been dyed bright red. Dots of starlight appeared on this red and blue gradient silk cloth, announcing the arrival of night.
Jiao Zhengyu sat on the grass and looked at the sky and the sunset in the distance. Raphael and Xing Yihuang sat back to back, wondering what they were thinking.
They had been silent for several hours since they stopped crying in the afternoon.
Finally, when Jiao Zhengyu was about to lose his patience, Raphael, who was sitting on the grass, made a move.
The angel stood up and took slow steps towards Valentine, his movements as stiff as a puppet. The light emitted by her halo and wings was extremely dim, as if it would go out at any moment.
Xing Yihuang didn't stop her, he just sat on the grass and looked at Raphael's back, his eyes dull.
When Raphael walked to Jiao Zhengyu, he put an arm in front of her.
"I have something to tell you."
The Wendigo Girl blocks Raphael's path. But the angel just glanced at her briefly, then walked around her and moved on.
As a doctor, Raphael knew very well how oriosis was transmitted. So much time has passed, and the high concentration of Originium gas around Valentine's body has long evaporated. Now she just wants to go over and take one last look at the boy and collect his body.
"I have something to tell you."
But Jiao Zhengyu didn't give way, and she stood in front of Raphael again.
This time Raphael stopped.
"Step aside."
His voice was low, completely different from his usual tone.
Xing Yihuang raised her head and looked forward. She sensed danger from these two words.
"Calm down……"
Just as Jiao Zhengyu was about to say something, her body was enveloped by the sudden light.
Raphael, who originally seemed to be out of his mind, suddenly became like a god of war at this moment. The four pairs of light wings behind him ignited a raging fire and suddenly enlarged, but did not harm the grass on the ground at all. The halo above her head also expanded in a circle at this time, and extremely complex and strange patterns appeared inside. It looked like a two-dimensional crown suspended above her head.
The angel who was originally "lent" to Valentine's weapon suddenly appeared behind Raphael. Countless magic weapons were suspended beside the angel. The sharp blade was pointed at Jiao Zhengyu in front of her. It seemed that the next second would happen. Fly out and tie the Wendigo girl into a sieve.
At the same time, a huge gun was pressed between Jiao Zhengyu's eyebrows. That was Raphael's guardian gun, a modified version of the Desert Eagle decorated with golden lines.
Magnum, forever.
"Step aside."
Even though Raphael's momentum had expanded to an unimaginable level at this time, and even Xing Yihuang felt a little out of breath, her voice was still so low, as if she was dead.
Like her heart.
"It seems that your soul has the ability to retrieve..."
"When the owner's body has died and he is not a saint, the soul will return to the body of the original owner."
Jiao Zhengyu snapped his fingers.
"Just like that."
Along with her movement, the sun emerging from the grass suddenly disappeared. The Blade Angel returned to her master's body, and her flaming wings and halo returned to their original appearance.
"No flowers, plants or trees were damaged. It is worthy of the saying that 'God will heal'."
The Wendigo girl looked around and nodded slightly.
"You and Valentine are a perfect match..."
"But he's dead!"
A huge force came from Jiao Zhengyu's eyebrows, but she did not retreat because of it. Raphael held the Desert Eagle tightly in his hand, pressed the gun's muzzle hard against the forehead of the "god" she had seen before, and gritted his teeth.
"You have this ability...why don't you save him!"
Tears slipped from the corners of her eyes, dripping onto the grass, seeping into the soil and disappearing, as if they had never existed.
The snap of his fingers just now reminded Raphael of who this strange Wendigo girl was. It was the god-like existence she had talked to in the spiritual world.
It's just that the "god" at that time still looked like a film boy.
"Valentin said he didn't want to see you cry because you had a beautiful smile."
Jiao Zhengyu ignored the other party's life threat, and his tone was as calm as if he was chatting with a friend.
"However, you are also very beautiful when you are crying and angry. It reminds me of those girls in the two-dimensional universe."
"It just doesn't look good when you cry. The facial muscles are squeezed together, and even the most beautiful person will become ugly."
With anger burning in Raphael's eyes, she slowly opened the safety of the gun.
"So, for Valentine, you should smile more instead of crying."
Bang!
A thunderous gunshot exploded in the center of the forest, sending birds flying. The huge flame from the muzzle illuminated the grass shrouded in darkness, and also illuminated the Wendigo girl's path to hell.
The .50-caliber Magnum bullet rotated and shattered her skull, then twisted and deformed under the huge force, mixing the blood and brain matter together and flying out from the back of her head, with some broken pieces inside. of brain flowers and skull fragments.
The large and intricate horns like tree branches collided with the ground, followed by a lifeless body. Raphael's eyes were bloodshot, his knees were pressed against the body of the wendigo girl who didn't know whether to live or die, and he pulled the trigger with his right index finger and fired out all the seven bullets left in the magazine.
Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang!
Seven gun flames as big as watermelons, seven violent gunshots as loud as thunder.
The brass cartridge case fell to the grass, rubbing against the cold air and emitting a plume of white smoke. The pungent smell of sulfur rushed into Raphael's nostrils along with the unpleasant smell of blood, but she didn't find it unpleasant at all.
Xing Yihuang sat on the edge of the grass and watched everything that happened coldly.
He didn't think about stepping forward to stop him, nor did he think about leaving.
Raphael just knelt on one knee on the body of the Wendigo girl. His body was as stooped as an old man. After a long time, he stood up.
The long blond hair was stained with an unclean red color, and the blood on the silver-white gun muzzle had dried, and it seemed difficult to clean it off. Raphael glanced at the unrecognizable corpse at his feet and took a deep breath regardless of the smell of blood in the air.
What was exhaled along with the carbon dioxide was the heavy sadness that had accumulated in her heart not long ago.
Valentine's death is a fact and cannot be changed. The eight gunshots released the pressure in her heart, but they deprived the world of another living life. Raphael's finally vented heart was filled with a few traces of regret.
I...actually had no need or reason to kill this girl...
She gritted her teeth, put away the guardian gun, and bowed slightly to the corpse on the ground.
"There's no need to thank me so much, as long as you don't cry."
But as soon as Raphael lowered his head, that evil-sounding voice sounded in her ears again, making this angelic girl who thought she had committed an unforgivable sin slightly stunned.
She raised her gaze, and the Wendigo girl was standing right in front of her, with a smile on her lips, looking a little evil.
"How's it going? Isn't it very relaxing?"
Jiao Zhengyu raised his right hand, pointed at his temple and made a "shoot" gesture, while tilting his head and making a face.
"This must be the first time you feel good about killing people, right?"
She had just seen clearly that the pressure in Raphael's heart was gradually decreasing with the sound of gunshots. Just like Valentine in Buttermore, every time a life is taken away, his heart becomes "lighter".
Raphael did not respond directly to such dangerous remarks. She just bowed her head slightly and apologized:
"sorry."
"There is no need to apologize. It is also my job to help my agent's loved ones relieve their stress."
The Wendigo Girl's tone was righteous, but the content was extremely strange.
But Raphael had no intention of joking with her, and the angel sister still had a slight sadness on her face.
But it's much better than it was at the beginning.
"Sorry, I want to see Xiao Wa for the last time..."
"I know what you want to do."
Jiao Zhengyu raised his hand to stop her words.
"However, you may have misunderstood one thing."
These words made Raphael frown.
"Do you think Valentine is dead and will never come back to life?"
"Then what if I tell you that Valentine is not dead, he is still alive and well, and he is even happier than he was in this world?"
What?
Raphael's eyes widened.
Xing Yihuang raised his head slightly and looked at the Wendigo girl in the distance, with a bright light in his eyes.
"How could the spokesperson of 'vitality' die so easily?"
Noticing the shifting gaze, Jiao Zhengyu's smile grew wider.
"But before I tell you how to save him, let me tell you what a great lover your husband is."
