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The little knight hesitated for a moment, but finally did not stay here. It was not a matter of money, but he was afraid that if he sat here for too long, he would forget about the unlucky guy. Besides, he had eaten a lot of these delicacies on the ground. While comforting himself in this way, he left here, looking back every three steps.

There is almost no change here on the hill. Except for some widening of the roads and the addition of some stairs, the rest remains the same.

The young knight looked inside from the door for a while, feeling inexplicably guilty. After all, it was something that should have been said long ago, but it was delayed until now, and he still hadn't notified the other party. It really couldn't be justified in his conscience.

You have to know that most of the spells it learned at that time were obtained from the snail clan, so it was considered a debt of gratitude to them.

"Oh, it's you, little guy, come in."

The little knight was discovered before he could observe for long. The snail shaman waved at him with a smile on his face.

Now that it had been discovered, there was no point in hiding. It walked over openly, taking Green and Pure with it.

The snail shaman took a quick look, the familiar scent of the void barely concealed before her. She spoke in a nostalgic tone, almost like a sigh of emotion. "Oh, ho, ho, ho, ho, this is truly remarkable, little one! When I first met you, you weren't even very proficient in magic. And in the blink of an eye, you've integrated the void and become a true Void God."

The ghost felt a little embarrassed. It raised its hand and scratched its head. Before it could take out the sign, the other party continued speaking.

"What an incredible miracle! Then why did you come to see me, little one?"

She stood up straight and looked at the ghost, but the ghost's gaze unconsciously moved to her hat. After calculating in his mind for a while, he found that even without the hat, the ghost was still taller than it, so he withdrew his gaze with some disappointment.

"Oh, oh, oh, little guy, are you in some trouble and need to talk to me?" The source of the trouble asked with a smile without any self-awareness.

[The void has been gathered by me]

[You can leave here and go somewhere else]

When the snail shaman saw these two lines, he was stunned for a moment, and then there was a long silence. The ghost was not in a hurry. He sat on the chair, swung his legs, and waited for the other party's response.

The snail shaman herself didn't remember when she came here. She gave up her freedom in order to survive, but most of the snail clan pursued freedom, and in the end they could only end up being corroded and killed by the void.

The destruction of their race can only be attributed to themselves. They touched things that they shouldn't have touched and peeped into things that they shouldn't have peeped into. In the end, they naturally ended up being assimilated by the void. But if you say that there is no benefit, that's not entirely true.

The use and mysteries of the void are what they have always wanted to explore clearly. Although there are many techniques left by their predecessors, they are also developing their own technology.

If we only talk about the understanding and application of the void, perhaps even ghosts cannot compare to their race. It's just that exploring the void is too dangerous. Otherwise, their group would not be so destitute that only the last person is left.

"Oh, oh, oh, oh...leave? If they were still here, I'd probably be very happy to hear the good news. Freedom, freedom, but they're all gone, and I have nowhere to go."

She missed those times, missed the time with her family. Every time she mentioned them, even though she knew they might not live long, she was still shocked and gratified by their brilliance. When she mentioned them, it was mostly with pride. She was proud to have such a family, even though they all died one after another in the pursuit of studying the void.

The ghost lowered its head and looked at the other person, thinking about what to do. Up to now, it still knew nothing about the ways of the world, and it was not very good at comforting people. It wanted to take out honey to comfort the other person, but it felt that the other person did not take the matter to heart at all, and was just telling the truth about the predicament.

It's not very good at solving problems, it's just good at fighting and that's all it knows how to do.

If there was anything else he could do, wait a minute, the ghost remembered one thing, it seemed that he could resurrect all the other person's family members, and this idea made him happy.

It seems that it can still solve the problem.

"Oh, oh, oh, little guy, if possible, I still want to continue studying the void. After all, everything contained in the void is really fascinating. Oh, oh, oh, oh, it seems like I made a very rude request without paying attention." The snail shaman was still speaking slowly, and then he got stuck when he saw the sign held by the other party.

I can revive them.

The Snail Shaman had no doubts, nor did she think the other party was lying. After all, the other party was already the God of the Void, which was what they had always pursued. There was no need for the other party to lie to her because it was meaningless.

It took her a long time to sort out her thoughts and finally speak.

"Then can I still study the void?"

When asking this question, Chunchun couldn't help but look at the person. It was rare to see a scientific researcher who was so obsessed with the void. Even Chunchun was not as pure as her in the pursuit of the void.

The ghost was confused for a moment, then immediately nodded.

"Ohhhhhhhh, thank you so much for your generosity."

The Snail Shaman laughed again, sincerely and from the heart.

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194 Xiaoliu joins the chat group and sees the antidote for the first time

Moonlight poured into the dim little house, dust covered the ground, and faint music came from a music box. A short girl, who was disproportionate to the size of the house, sat there quietly, turning the music box in her hand and humming a song. The music was soft, and her movements were also soft.

The noise outside pulled her out of this rare warm state. She hid her music box in panic, and then stood carefully beside the door. She heard the creaking sound of wooden boards being stepped on. She heard the sound getting closer and closer to her, and her heart was filled with panic.

Fortunately, in the end, the sound gradually faded away.

She dug out the music box she had hidden and stared at it blankly. In this deserted, uninhabited world filled with dead silence, the music box was her only spiritual sustenance.

The sound of music was her only thought. After a while, she hummed the song again, gently shaking the music box, and lived on.

She didn't know how long she could live, nor did she know when the monster who had been sewing dolls would find her. Perhaps the door would be broken open at the next moment, and she would die at the next moment.

But she didn't care anymore, because there was no light and no hope here, and she would rot here sooner or later.

She sat in the moonlight and turned the music box. The sound of the music box played in her ears, but her eyes were empty.

Until a unique sound exploded in her ears, she hugged her music box in panic, waiting for her destined end in helplessness and panic.

But no, the wind blew the dust on the ground and nothing happened.

She raised her head in confusion, but saw nothing until the voice in her head sounded again.

The mysterious voice showed her the vastness of countless worlds, abundant food, and normal friends with whom she could communicate.

A light gradually appeared in her originally gloomy expression, and she agreed without any hesitation. Even if all this was fake, she was willing to chase after this false beauty until her wings were clipped and she fell to the ground and died.

At this moment, the chat group is having a heated conversation.

[World Manipulator] Fanatical Architect: Doctor, do you have any insights?

[Chess Player] The Nameless Person Nailed in the Coffin: If you're asking about fighting a war, I know how. If you're asking about winning hearts and minds, I know a little bit. If you're asking about arranging manpower, I know a little bit. But if you're asking me how to handle communication between two races, I really don't know how to do it. Actually, I'd recommend asking Cell about this. I've spoken with him before, and he seems quite adept at handling these things. But before you ask him, be prepared to get pissed off. He's unlikely to have a good attitude, and his suggestions will most likely challenge your moral bottom line.

However, if you are looking to solve a problem, then the solution it provides is indeed excellent.

[World Manipulator] Fanatical Master Architect: Tony Stark, you consider yourself a genius after all, right?

[Iron Man] Ordinary rich people: Oh, don't talk to me. If you ask me about business, I think I can still come up with something. If you ask me about scientific research and technology, I think I can do it. But if you ask me about politics... I won't learn this stuff, and it doesn't make any sense to me.

[Iron Man] Ordinary Rich Man: Oh, by the way, Doctor, I studied the soul you handed me.

[Chess Player] The unknown person nailed in the coffin: How come the result is out?

[Iron Man] Ordinary rich people: The ingredients are too complicated, I still haven't analyzed it clearly, but what is certain is that it can relieve fatigue, increase life expectancy, and at the same time, people will look a lot younger. Well, it also has some beauty effects. Another thing that is certain is that it seems to slightly improve physical fitness. Although this effect will not be much improved even if you drink it freely for ten or eight years, it is equivalent to nothing.

[Iron Man] Ordinary Rich Man: But I combined it with the orange crystal you handed me and conducted a frequency synchronization study. That orange crystal will stimulate human nerves and even promote human mutation, producing some unexpected things. Some of the mice have grown some non-existent organs. This is very strange, because I can't find it from a physical level. Even the dissection shows that there is no organ there, but it does exist when observed.

[Iron Man] Ordinary Rich Man: I also found that the nerves that have been stimulated will be much wider, but this is only a surface phenomenon. After being stimulated again, they are more likely to become lethargic. However, combined with those white liquid souls, I have developed some drugs that can temporarily relieve this phenomenon.

[Iron Man] Ordinary Rich Man: This drug has two functions, preventing or delaying the occurrence of mutations. After testing, if there is no infection at all, then this drug will directly eliminate the possibility of mutation after taking it. If mutations have already occurred, then the mutation trend of mice that have used the drug will be ten or even dozens of times slower than its peers.

[Iron Man] Ordinary Rich Man: Another function is to guide the mutation towards a benign direction. This drug seems to be able to repair the damage caused by the mutation, but it is also only useful in the early stages. In the middle and late stages, it only slows down the speed of the mutation and alleviates the symptoms of the mutation.

[Iron Man] Ordinary rich people: Experiments have shown that taking drugs in the early stages will greatly slow down the damage caused by mutations. If most of the mutated organs are parasitic and harmful to the human body, then what it brings is a symbiotic effect, but this is not absolute. I did an experiment on ten mice, and among the ten mice that took the drugs in the early stages, only one had the same lifespan as an ordinary mouse, and it was even slightly extended. Of course, this data is not necessarily stable, but the remaining nine still had short lives, but they were much better off than their miserable counterparts.

[Iron Man] Ordinary rich people: If it is in the later stages, this symptom will be greatly delayed, and even a short-term callback can be achieved in very serious conditions.

[Chess Player] The nameless man nailed in the coffin: ...Thank you very much for your help, it is really important to me.

The doctor looked at the information being transmitted, subconsciously clenched his fists, and tears flowed out unconsciously. At this moment, even he himself could not control his body. It seemed that he had been looking forward to this moment for a long time, so long that even if he forgot everything, he would still cry subconsciously.

Just then, a message in the chat group suddenly rang out.

SIX joined the chat group.

195 Doctor, You Need a Hug

The doctor carefully held the medicine and a thick stack of information. He didn't open the group chat to look at it. All his thoughts were on this.

But before he could go out and discuss it with Kal'tsit, he was stopped by Amiya.

The little rabbit who had always been well-behaved in the past now had a very tough attitude and blocked the doctor at the door. However, the doctor was much taller than him, which made the other party's tough attitude seem like a joke.

But what Amiya was about to do was no joke.

She looked at the doctor and stood on tiptoe. Although the doctor didn't know what the little girl Amiya was going to do, he squatted down to cooperate.

The slightly reflective mask did not obstruct his vision, and the doctor saw some compassion in Amiya's eyes.

Did something happen?! He panicked for a moment. If nothing had happened, she wouldn't have that expression. This made the doctor a little uneasy, but looking at Amiya, he remained patient, ready to listen to her crying.

But after a moment of compassion, Amiya just looked at the doctor calmly, her ears shaking slightly, indicating her uneasiness.

"Doctor." Amiya spoke as if she had made a great decision. Her tone was soft, but her pronunciation was clear and gentle. "Can I hug you?"

The doctor was a little stunned. He pondered over and over again. Was it because he had been too busy recently? Or was it because he had killed people, fought on the battlefield, and stained his blood, that the other party had some distance from him?

Even though he knew that Amiya would not develop a new hatred for his brutal style of annihilating the enemy in battle, he would still be shaken and panicked.

So he hurriedly stretched out his hand to hug someone, but before he could do so, he was blocked by Amiya.

"Doctor!" Amiya's voice sounded a little angry, but it was more of a feeling of helplessness than anger. "I'm the one hugging you!"

Amiya continued to speak, and at first she was able to maintain her composure, but later on, her voice gradually began to tear up.

"Every time I see you, you're busy. I've never seen you sad, nor confused. Whether you're in battle or handling daily affairs, you're always so determined, never flinching. You gently comfort every operator, prepare surprises for them, make cakes and desserts with Blue Poison, fool around with Exia and the others, and gently tell Ifrit a bedtime story."

Amiya paused, and she felt a little sad when she said this, because it was the Doctor who had been paying all the time, and there was very little they could do for him.

"Doctor, you've made so many promises, and you've been so dedicated to all the operators. Even if you've just come back from the battlefield, even if you're clearly exhausted, you treat them all with tenderness. You're decisive on the battlefield, yet gentle and kind off the battlefield. You assign tasks in an orderly manner, and never spoil anyone's fun when you're playing with them. Doctor, you seem to have many different looks, and each one can find someone who's needed. But which one is you? What are you like, Doctor? You've never shown a side of yourself. I hope you can occasionally be weak, tired, and willful. You think we've shouldered enough, and we want to do something for you!"

Amiya looked at the doctor seriously and asked again, "So can I hug you? Even if this is all I can do, I still want to do something for you."

After saying this, she hugged the doctor gently without caring that he was still confused, and the doctor subconsciously hugged her back.

It was really strange. He clearly didn't have the Food Source Stone or the soul, but his tiredness was swept away. He hugged the person silently for a long time and said thank you softly.

The doctor could no longer control himself, and tears silently blurred his vision. He thought of those who died in the war, those who fought tenaciously against mineralogy, the prototype of the medicine he had obtained, and this warm hug.

He added softly, so only he could hear it, that everything would be fine, everyone would be fine.

"Alright, Amiya, let go. I understand your kindness, so please allow me to be willful this time. Let me go ahead and report to Kal'tsit."

The doctor smiled gently, but unconsciously held the medicine tighter. He would work harder, even if it meant burning himself out. He would provide all operators with a harbor where they could rest and call it home.

"Okay, Amiya, let go. I'm going to talk to Kal'tsit about something. When you come back, remember to save some grilled sandworm legs for me. I heard you guys talking about the barbecue, so remember to save a couple for me!"

After saying that, he went to discuss with Kal'tsit. Even though he was very proficient in pharmacy and biology, he had forgotten too much after all, so he still had to find some professionals to discuss it with.

At this moment, everyone in the chat group was concerned about the new member, even though the other party hadn't replied for a long time.

But judging by the group pictures, it was obviously a child, covered in dirt and looking particularly miserable, which immediately aroused the sympathy of most people, especially Wilson. Looking at his crisp berry bushes and thriving farm, he had already started throwing some ingredients into the pot, and was planning to pass it on to the other party after the other party's vigilance was not so serious.

[Iron Man] Ordinary Rich Man: How old are you, kid?

[World Ruler] Fanatical Architect: You sound like a pervert.

【Iron Man】Ordinary rich man: ?????? Why am I a pervert?

SIX: ...I don't know

【Balanced Scientist】Great Scientist: Little boy, are you hungry?

SIX: No…

[Traveler] Have you seen my sister? : What's going on over there? I feel like your situation looks a little bad. Can you explain the world over there in detail?

After all, Kong had browsed many worlds, so his first reaction was to confirm the situation of the other party's world. If that world was as bad as the doctor's world, then the other party's situation would definitely not be very good.

SIX: Monsters, catching people, sewing rag dolls

These scattered fragments and ways of speaking obviously increased the difficulty of communication. Even when I first met the ghost, the ghost's way of communication was not so uncomfortable. The ghost just tried to omit unnecessary adjectives, and still said what needed to be said.

Just when they wanted to ask more questions, a pop-up window in the chat group reminded them that the situation seemed to be getting serious.

[Warning! Warning! We have detected that group member SIX is in danger. Considering that the other party is unable to seek help normally, we are sending this message on behalf of the chat group.

Mission points: 1000

Whether to accept? 】

196 The boss who just appeared was instantly killed

The noise was not loud, but she did hear it, as if someone like him had sneaked in here. She hid under the bed vigilantly. She hesitated for a moment and dragged the music box in.

She seemed to hear the sound of something heavy being dragged across the wooden floor. The indescribable sound brought her great oppression. She bent her knees and hugged her legs in panic, shrinking herself further inward.

While panicking, she opened the chat group and answered questions in a panic, as if this could alleviate her panic.

Until the voice finally disappeared at the door, which prompted Six to breathe a sigh of relief. However, just as she crawled out from under the bed and had no time to shake the music box to celebrate that she had escaped a fatal attack again with calm music, she heard a loud noise.

She turned her head suddenly, but saw an axe flashing with cold light fiercely breaking open the already dilapidated door. The violent sound and the flying wood chips made the scene even more weird and crazy.