My World: The Poor Life of a Fortune Teller

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just now.

Galan's blue-pink pupils gradually stared at Null's departing back, and he tilted his head in that direction as if thinking about something.

“……..…”

"Where were we just now?" Galan suddenly changed the subject. After all, the person had already run away, and it seemed that it would be of no use even if he went over.

"You said you wanted to mass-produce... but this is a bit too difficult for me. Why don't you ask Herobrine?" Mu pointed out a simpler and clearer way to solve someone's problem. This was the fastest and most convenient way.

"Since there is already a reference, isn't it easy for God to copy and paste?"

Galan nodded. He looked at the new weapon in his hand and thought about it, then put it into the space he carried with him.

"Thank you for your hard work. This gun is enough for me."

"So...you guys continue?" Galan made a natural gesture of invitation and no longer chose to "disturb" these two guys. He had to go and see someone first.

What's that guy's name? Oh yeah...Bihuyou. It's really bad, the reason why he was left here is probably because he can't quit the "game" anymore.

After saying goodbye to the other two guys, it didn't take long to find Bihuyou, who had been deliberately avoiding the monsters in the base.

That guy was sitting alone on the stone steps, seemingly thinking about life?

When Galan appeared around him, Bihuyou keenly sensed that someone was approaching, and even instantly became alert, but he was slightly relieved when he saw the guy in front of him clearly.

"So... it's you." He glanced at Mulan, his voice was light and he didn't seem to have any emotion, but his eyes didn't seem to say that.

Galan ignored the worry in the other person's eyes. His originally expressionless face instantly revealed a gentle smile the moment he saw the other person.

“Welcome to Minecraft!”

"Youyou, are you doing well here?"

Bihuyou shook his head as if in response. The result was obvious. People who did not belong to this world and came to this place... would always find it difficult to accept the status quo.

"Can you bring me back?" he asked.

"There is no way...for now." Galan was speaking the truth. He didn't know how to make this guy return to his own body.

There was nothing he could do about this guy, so Bihuyou sighed worriedly. He looked up at the sky shrouded in thick fog. In the past, he could still see the night view.

Ever since I was brought here, there has only been a pitch-black fog and the occasional moonlight that can be seen through.

"But thank you for the card anyway..."

"I never thought... that my life would be saved by a card."

Galan smiled calmly, as if nothing had happened, and said, "You're welcome. You are indeed a good person."

"There's no need to be too pessimistic. At least there aren't so many...troubles in this world, right?"

Bihuyou frowned slightly. Facing the words of the man in front of him, he keenly realized that there were certain problems with what this guy said...

It's strange that this person has not shown any surprise from the beginning until now.

Did he...know that he would be left in this place?

The moment he noticed this problem, he suddenly realized... this guy didn't seem to be as good as he appeared.

Bihuyou's expression gradually became serious. He hesitated for a moment and tentatively asked, "You, knew it a long time ago?"

Galan narrowed his eyes slightly, but still maintained his initial gentle and friendly appearance, and spoke in a gentle tone that tried not to scare the other person:

"I told you, you are indeed a good person."

“And I think we have something in common.”

"There's no need for you to...die along with the other players, right?"

However, facing the words of the guy in front of him, Bihuyou was not shaken at all. After he finished speaking, he nodded symbolically.

"Although you may have good intentions, I cannot accept it..."

"I don't belong here. One day I will return to where I belong."

Galan did not force it upon seeing this. Everyone has the right to make their own choice, and he was only giving some advice out of good intentions.

"Okay, then I hope you can return to your world soon."

Seeing that the other party was about to turn around and leave, Bihuyou suddenly called him and asked about a point that he was somewhat confused about.

"Why do you think...we have something in common?"

"Or, what kind of common topic?"

Aren't he and the other person just a world from outside the barrier and a monster from this world? What could they have in common?

Galan paused, then gradually stopped walking but did not look back. In fact, he was not sure what common topics they could have. It might be because... he simply felt that the other person was a good person and also "did not belong to this world".

"Haha...just pretend I didn't say anything."

Bihuyou looked at the other person's gradually leaving figure, but he had an indescribable strange feeling, but he didn't have the time to think about these things.

Because he still has to think about how to leave here.

And now...

Galan paced silently in the forest emitting faint moonlight, the golden hair like a waterfall swaying with his steps, and the front ends of his hair covered his blue-pink eyes.

Hidden under his hair was a gloomy face. He seemed to be wandering around this place aimlessly, but from another perspective that no one could see...

In that person's eyes, there was a faint pink glow flickering. At that moment, the scene suddenly changed, and the whole world seemed to be blocked by an invisible hand, and it instantly became extremely gloomy.

In his eyes, whether it was the slight swaying of the grass caused by the breeze blowing through it, or the moon in the sky that was originally bright and clear and emitting a soft silver glow, they all seemed to have their souls taken away at this moment, losing their original "color".

Everything seemed so dull, as if the world was just a black and white ink painting.

This does not mean that they do not have "life".

But it is because... in such an environment, more advanced and more important things will truly emerge.

"The Thread of Destiny"

One red thread after another, as light and flowing as a silk ribbon, connects to the distant "sky" in an incredible way.

"Ah...how come I can see it suddenly?"

Galan murmured to himself, his tone seemed very calm, as if he didn't care much about the matter.