Professional God

The boundless sea of ​​fire.

Chu Ze has never seen such a vast and ostentatious spiritual landscape.But it was too desolate, there was nothing but flaming lava.It seemed that all the original magnificence had been destroyed by the erupting lava.

Through a fiery and long kiss, a short-term link was established, and there was a long and narrow intersection of two independent mental images.The Mobius ring-shaped river flowed into the sea of ​​flames, and the flames began to recede.The level of magma dropped significantly, and the volume of the boiling hot bubbles at least doubled, from bursting to bursting out.

Standing in a safe intersection area, Chu Ze took a tentative step towards the sea of ​​flames.

The miracle happened again.

Clearly he hasn't done anything yet, wherever he stepped, the heat of the flames is like a scourge, quickly fading or disappearing.The flame magma curled up towards the depths of Ye Chuan's spiritual landscape, and the place Chu Ze passed by was submerged. The magma cooled and solidified, covering the surface thickly and darkly, vaguely condensing the outline of a city.

Already ready to fight a tough battle, Chu Ze was very surprised by such an easy success by surprise.But to completely solve the problem of the collapse of the mental landscape, he must also dig out Ye Chuan, who was engulfed in chaos, from the depths of the mental landscape.

He continued to search for the depths of Ye Chuan's mental landscape.

Where will Ye Chuan be?

The first thing he thought of was the snake-shaped white tower that he had seen in Ye Chuan's mental image.The snake-shaped white pagoda stands deep in Ye Chuan's spiritual landscape, and its shape is so special that it is unforgettable. It is indeed a very likely place for Ye Chuan to exist.

He walked all the way, almost without any resistance.After the magma cooled down calmly, layers were layered and formed, restoring the appearance of Ye Chuan's mental image in his memory.Ruined cities, desolate wilderness, boundless city walls, and chaotic sky.

What Chu Ze was very concerned about was Ye Chuan's mental image, and the attitude he showed in front of him was very strange.

The ebb tide of the lava doesn't seem to be appeased, and there is no such thing as the trust, dependence, and tenderness that an ordinary manic sentinel would have for his guide.Rather than saying that the mania was calmed down by being comforted, it would be better to say...Ye Chuan's mental image sensed the will to "calm down" brought by Chu Ze, and instantly burst out with absolute loyalty and obedience. The restraint is self-controlled, and like following the will of a king—or even a god—spontaneously, respectfully and restraintly retreated from mania.

This made Chu Ze very uncomfortable, even slightly uneasy.It's a pity that the current situation doesn't leave him enough room to investigate the reasons, so he can only press on his doubts and move on.

Following the direction in memory, he finally found the most important tower.

More than 90.00% of the snow-white tower body has been covered by solidified black lava, leaving only a touch of white at the tip, like the stubborn snow line of the eternal mountains.The lava cracked and flaked vaguely at the junction with the spire, and in the exposed part, there were stars shining in the darkness. Chu Ze guessed it was crystal ore.He ran around the tower, and finally found an inscription engraved on the bottom of the tower.

The slender characters that look like mosquito feet should be the original characters of Ye Chuan's spiritual vision.Chu Ze put his hand on the inscription, and the meaning of the inscription was poured into his mind directly, making him close his eyes subconsciously.

"From me, into the city of misery and pain."

"From me, enter the abyss of eternal misery."

"From me, enter the crowd that will never be restored."

"Abandon all hope, you who enter by this."

Is it the inscription on the gate of hell...?

Opening his eyes again, Chu Ze realized that he had entered the tower and was standing in a hall.The scene layout here is exactly the same as the third floor of the White Tower in memory, with only one difference - the last portrait on the right side of the Honor Corridor is not Ye Huai, or in other words, this is the time when the portrait has not been hung in the Honor Corridor.The last portrait on the right is an elegant blond girl, and she walked closer to see her. The nameplate below indicated her identity: "Ye Yuan, the best graduate of Xueyuan Baita in 1996..." The following is a brief introduction The story of her life is a great female guide who sacrificed herself to stop the nuclear leak and died young.

Chu Ze stayed in front of this portrait for a while, then continued to climb up the tower.

The elevator didn't work, so he had to walk up the stairs.There are tens of hundreds of floors in the White Tower, even if you climb it in the form of spiritual power, it will not cause real physical burden, and the endless repetition of steps will still make people feel tired.

Fortunately, Chu Ze guessed right, he found the right place.

After climbing up the stairs of the safe passage for an unknown amount of time, he finally heard a different kind of sound in the dead silence.Distant roars and faint vibrations came from the floor above his head, and he even vaguely heard Ye Chuan's voice.Tender, crisp and sharp, reminiscent of a juvenile falcon baring its teeth.He had an impression of this voice, although he had only heard it once.The morning when Chita Chief Tanados sent Ye Chuan to the White Tower.

He grabbed the banister and ran upstairs.The heat that had completely subsided in Ye Chuan's mental image reappeared at the last point of the White Tower.The heat wave rolled down the stairs and set the entire spire on fire like a torch.

This time, the last heat did not cool down with Chu Ze's arrival.He ran against the heat and rushed to the top of the tower. He had a clear premonition that Ye Chuan and the answers to some puzzles were all on the top of the tower.

What he never expected was that under the sea of ​​flames, what appeared in front of him was a quiet garden.

The classic pagoda-style courtyard, white marble steps, symmetrical lawns and rose bushes on both sides.Looking from a distance, Chu Ze saw a small figure in the grass.He was squatting secretly among the flowers, motionless, not knowing what he was doing.

found it.

Chu Ze flew over, but ran into an invisible partition ten steps away from him and was blocked.Ye Chuan, who looked only seven or eight years old, was wearing a shirt and vest, and looked like a son of a noble family, was in front of him, but he couldn't run over and hug him.

He vaguely realized that this might be Ye Chuan's inner world, or a fragment of his memory.Therefore, Ye Chuan, who was stuck in his memory, was completely unaware of the existence of other people in the garden, and stared at the rose bush in front of him seriously and intently.Right now it is probably autumn and winter, and there is only one green leaf in front of him, not a single flower, not even a bud.

I don't know how long I waited, but the sky is getting cloudy.Dark clouds pressed down on Ye Chuan's head, suppressed for a while, and the rain fell in a patter.Behind the garden, in a castle-like house, someone pushed open the door with a "swish" and shouted downstairs: "Retarded, get me back!"

Ye Chuan didn't listen, and squatted in the grass persistently, as if he was a mushroom.

The people upstairs yelled twice more, but seeing that there was still no response, they slammed the door and rushed down.A few seconds later, the white-haired boy ran out of the house holding an umbrella, showing 12 disgust at the water droplets splashing on his body.

It was 12-year-old Ye Huai. He put the umbrella on top of Ye Chuan's head, and scolded the child impatiently: "Why are you so nervous, didn't you see it raining? What are you looking for, hurry back!"

.Ye Chuan made a "shh" gesture and didn't speak.

"Get up!" Ye Huai lost his patience and lifted him up.

Ye Chuan struggled in panic in his hands, pointed at the rose bush and screamed: "Huahua! I want Huahua!"

"Your size, where did you get the flowers?" Ye Huai yelled at him with a bad face, cursing that he had to change his clothes again, while dragging him into the house. "I've been squatting here for two fucking days, when did you see flowers?"

Ye Chuan lowered his head, and bit down hard on his arm.The child's teeth were not complete, and he tried so hard that he turned red after one bite.Ye Huai gasped for air, the umbrella fell to the ground, and he grabbed Ye Chuan and was about to hit him.Seeing the child's face from the front, he couldn't do anything.

The rainwater slid down the child's immature but stubborn face, tick-tock, sank into the collar, printed a dark water mark, and disappeared without a trace.

Ye Huai gritted his teeth, trying to hold back his anger.He pulled up the sleeves of his shirt, wiped his teeth marks vigorously, picked up the umbrella and covered Ye Chuan's head again: "I *why are you wrinkling your face, don't look so fucking ugly-I mean, I'm all under now When it rains, there are still flowers, and when the rain stops, the flowers will bloom!"

Hearing him chanting like this, Ye Chuan was quiet for a while, and he carried himself back to the house and locked him up.

The picture was directly conveyed into his mind through his consciousness, and Chu Ze saw Ye Huai push the rain-soaked Ye Chuan into the bathroom, wash him off, and throw him back on the bed to sleep.After finally settling Ye Chuan, Ye Huai had the time to change a set of clothes for himself, went downstairs, and returned to the hall.

The crisply dressed boy stood in front of the bright French windows, rolled up a pair of sleeves, revealing his clean hands and half of his arm, one arm was wrapped several times with a bandage.He walked around the room several times, looking left and right.

The layout in the hall is also in the elegant old aristocratic style of Qingta, with golden rattan wallpaper, marble tables decorated with beautiful carvings, exquisite glass flower vases, and flower vases full of bouquets of out-of-season white roses cultivated in the greenhouse.

After looking around for a while, Ye Huai finally ran to the dining table and pulled out a soft white rose from the glass vase.He held on to the flowers lightly, opened the umbrella again, pushed open the door which was a bit heavy for him, and ran into the garden.

The boy reached out his hand in the rain, and carefully inserted the white rose into the green leaves.