Chapter 802: Mirror (1)

When Mela gritted her teeth at the mirror, "Seth" in a certain corner of the world was also thinking about the shadow. The shadow did not come from the mirror, but a pool of reddish water stains on the ground.
Some things are numb, like murder. But at the same time he became numb, he also began to realize and sober, and he began to be grateful for his choice.
Yes, choose!
Because there are countless opportunities to escape, but never put into practice. It's not that I haven't thought about it, but when I think of the very beautiful couple, I can't help but dismiss it.
Reluctant! Knowing it is impossible, but just reluctant. I also know that this kind of behavior is completely meaningless and even stupid, but there are countless reasons and countless extravagant hopes to support it. What if...
Fragile, perhaps their names, or their code names, Seth was still uncertain. After all, they had never introduced themselves formally, maybe they were disdainful, maybe they forgot. What's more interesting is that whenever the goddess whispered "vulnerability", the two of them would turn their heads together, revealing the meaning of inquiry along with the starlight. The goddess would laugh like a silver bell.
Faced with molesting and blasphemy, it has long been ignored by ordinary people. But for some reason, they will always be fooled, and there is no trace of shame. When he realized that there was no follow-up, he would turn his head while the starlight was scattered and continue the things just now. Many times, what they did was to stare into the sun in a daze. Different from ordinary people in a daze, the two of them always carry a halo, like a rainbow after the rain-clean and beautiful.
After the intimidation that day, there was no follow-up brutal means, as if the matter had passed. Every day I gave instructions to everyone, and then they continued to stand there in a daze. Afterwards, I stopped doing such things as pointing, just standing in the sun like that. And that goddess would probably sit cross-legged nearby, her eyes shining as if facing a priceless treasure.
As time went by, the prestige faded away, and he finally plucked up the courage to ask for advice. Unlike imagined, the two of them are very patient. Although they are not always answering questions, they are not stingy when talking. The most important thing is the attitude, as if facing a group of students-to guide, leave a tail to let everyone find the answer by themselves. As for the right or wrong answer, the two obviously don't care...
The time to come will eventually come, and the people who were let go that day "unintentionally" showed their feet, and a chase began. It's just that no one thought that the identity of the pursued and the pursued would be reversed.
Things didn't go well from the beginning. When everyone left the inn and left the sight of the gods, the thoughts of resistance lurking in the heart gradually couldn't be suppressed. So some people leave openly, some hide quietly, and of course some hesitate to wait and see. No one blocked it, and there was no way to block it, because I hadn't had any detailed arrangements, and I drove out my group. How to act, did not say; who is the leader, did not mention.
This is not an inn after all. And after leaving the inn, the order to maintain everyone collapsed. Yes, losing the inn will also lose the identity of the proprietress, and lose the aura of the leader. Fortunately, the remaining habits of the past made a few people cast their attention. These few people made the others vigilant and tentatively asked their opinions.
For some reason, I didn't put my mind on these people. Instead, I thought of the figure shrouded in the halo-clean and beautiful, ignoring the eagerness of the goddess, ignoring the panic of the inn people, just in a daze.
Yes, how do others have to do with me?
No longer paying attention to everyone, turned and moved on towards the established goal. During the march, some people followed, and some disappeared. Why do you need to say more about some things?
Unfortunately, it was still a step too late. If there is no delay on the road, then it should be intercepted.
Yes, it's a pity! Looking back now, it is really a pity. At that time, I was a little lucky, and I didn't have to fight with the old. However, the old feelings disappeared in a blink of an eye, only because his party saw the corpse on the way back. Those who left behind, died...
Along the blood stains, along the corpse, a group of people discovered the past, which was also the goal of this trip. It's just that the situation has reversed, and he has fallen into chasing. When I saw the pair in the halo again, I was already scarred. There was no inquiry, no reprimand, just letting myself pass by with anxiety.
"Failed." This is the whisper of the goddess.
"Yeah." This was an inaudible response.
Days passed, the injury healed, and new tasks were ushered in. It was still thrown out again like that, but the group of people had become different.
The goal is a sacrifice, a sacrifice that is said to be very pious and arrogant. He has arrogant capital, because in the turmoil of the world, he has not heard of sacrifices, even if he is of native origin.
I still remember the look in the sacrificial eyes, his arrogance turned into fear, and his confidence turned into hesitation. The task is completed, but there is no feeling of relaxation, after all, it is the famous sacrifice who killed.
Compared to sacrifices, how about people like yourself?
Nothing!
This time, everyone came back intact, but they were still worried. Just like last time, there is still no inquiry, and of course no reward...
In my anxiety, I began to pay attention to this noisy world, worrying about possible investigations and revenge at any time. It was also at this time that a group of people claiming to be wise and prophets emerged, as if there was nothing in this world that they didn't know. Perhaps it is so. With their appearance, the originally secret whereabouts were exposed.
damn it! No matter what others think of wise men and prophets, my impression of them is always-damn it. It's a pity that these guys are still alive and kicking today.
If you can't avoid it, you can only face it. Fortunately, the revenge was not as strong as expected, and it did not invade the inn, just to be more careful when leaving the inn.
Originally wanted to take time to give a warning to those wise men and prophets and let them control their broken mouth. But as more and more information was sent back, this idea gradually disappeared.
how to say?
-There is no need to compete with a group of dead people. People don’t have to be left and right, and they don’t offend everyone. However, those guys dared to offend everyone.
Ordinarily, exposing the whereabouts of these people should be able to exchange some thanks and rewards. As a result, these guys who didn't know how to write the dead words pointed out on the spot that the sacrifice was a person. Of course, this kind of shameful news was immediately blocked by the temple, but they were able to block their own temple, but they could not seal the mouths of wise men and prophets...
I don't respect gods, so I can't get blessings. How can I dare to say such things in the opponent's temple? How he came out alive is still a mystery.
...
Once something starts, how to end it is not up to you. It's like chasing for the first time. The mission failed, and there is no plan to continue, but there is no idea.
Perhaps, pretending not to know. No one is a fool. He has the guidance of a deity, and his strength can be said to have advanced by leaps and bounds. How could he be counter-killed by the opponent? Moreover, the other party has actions similar to his own. Of course, it was the same unlucky, and the whereabouts of the prophet who broke the mouth revealed. In many cases, the wise men and the prophets are shit-scrapers. They only make things messy and complicated. The most annoying thing is that they never get tired of it.
In the turmoil and chaos, there are fewer and fewer familiar people around, and some new faces begin to appear, and they will even be called the teacher-teacher. Under the sun, the dumb figure gradually disappeared behind the scenes, and even the task was rarely released directly, but the inn became more busy...