48 Hours a Day

When everyone left the house, the old shaman beckoned to Zhang Heng.

The latter walked in front of her. Kuna still looked at Zhang Heng's gaze with a particularly complicated look. After a while, she stretched out a hand and motioned to Zhang Heng to put her palm on her hand.

The palms of the two were pressed together, Kunayu's hand was only half the size of Zhang Heng, and it was very thin, holding it like a piece of wood, but unexpectedly it was very warm.

Zhang Heng held the old shaman's hand, and his vision changed in the next moment. He was still in Kunayu's room, but there was a huge figure on the left hand side close to the satellite TV.

It was a snow-white polar bear sitting on the floor, his head about to top the ceiling.

Zhang Heng knew that this should be Kurayu’s guardian spirit, Gumok, but the latter looked a little wilted now, and there was a big wound on his abdomen, which not only leaked blood, but also the surface of the wound. Has rotted.

The polar bear's expression looked very painful, and its body was trembling, and seeing Zhang Heng looking at it, a look of fear appeared on his face, and he shrank to Kunayu's side.

"Sorry, it has just been frightened, and it hasn't slowed down." Kunayu's voice came from Zhang Heng's ear, this time Zhang Heng could understand the old shaman's words without the translator. .

As if he knew what he was thinking, the old shaman explained, "We are now in a psychic state, communicating directly through our hearts, just like my usual communication with Gumok, which has overcome the language barrier."

"I have seen a game item before, but it also has this effect."

"Game props?" Kunayu's expression seemed a little puzzled.

"It's nothing."

Zhang Heng tested it and found that the old shaman didn’t seem to know about the game of the gods or the existence of the player. Due to the relevant regulations, Zhang Heng couldn’t explain it to her, but Kuna still didn’t. Keep asking.

She brought the topic directly to the topic, "Alesia just now and they asked me what I saw in that dream. I didn't tell the truth, because what I saw was too scary and unbelievable."

"What did you see?"

"I saw you destroy Greenland, where our ancestors have lived for generations, and then destroy the entire world, spreading terror to all corners of human civilization. Everything I have seen is burning, people chasing and killing each other while being full of heart joy."

"Is that why you are holding the gun in front of the hand under the sofa?" Zhang Heng asked.

The old shaman was startled, "Have you always been so good at observation?"

"I thought you would pull out the gun when we shook hands."

"I did think about it," the old shaman said frankly. "It must be admitted that this is a very tempting idea. If you kill one person, you can stop all of this. Many people will choose to take a gamble. I know I have little hope of success."

"Then why did you give up halfway? You are not like a person who will cherish his life. If you can be a shaman of the tribe, you should put the interests of the tribe first."

"I was scared. If you were there, you would understand where my fears came from," Kuna still looked into Zhang Heng's eyes, "I am not afraid of death, nor am I afraid to go crazy, and live to my life. Years, many things that looked terrifying when I was young no longer bother me. What's more, I know where my soul will go after death. Gumok will come and take me home. That means eternal peace. I can accept this. The ending, but... But watching the people around me die in front of me one by one, those things I have been guarding all vanished. Everyone I knew turned into a demon. These were indeed beyond my ability to bear. The limit."

"I can understand your concerns." Zhang Heng said, "I will choose to take a gamble when I am in your position."

"No, I shouldn't do this," Kuna shook her head. "From the first moment I met you, I knew you were a good boy."

"With all due respect, shaman, you don’t know me. I may not be a bad person, but I am definitely not a good person. My hands are also covered with blood. Most of this blood comes from villains, but there are also Some people...Even if they have committed evil deeds, they don’t die, not to mention that there may be some innocent people among them. When a group of people swarms up, I won’t go over their lives one by one. Resume, bullets do not have eyes, evil or kind, in the end, their hearts will stop breathing after the bullet is passed through, and everyone is equal," Zhang Heng said calmly.

"Everyone in this world has a different definition of a good person. I really don’t understand your past, but I can feel the kindness in your heart towards this world. Even if you don’t even notice this kindness yourself, you are you. Mother’s son, even though I haven’t understood how your mother created you, there is no doubt that there is her blood in your body, otherwise my blessings will not take effect.”

Kuna paused, "I told my students to let the flow go and don’t force everything, but these are nonsense. If you kill one person, you can save the world and protect my people. I don’t mind becoming a devil. , But what if I’m wrong, if... I’m not destroying the devil, but shaping a devil with my own hands? You helped me, just a few minutes ago, awakened me from that terrible nightmare, earlier Time, you rescued my students from the hands of those fanatics, and turned my head, I pointed a gun at you, and pulled the trigger at you... I suddenly realized that maybe this is the evil spirit wishing me or this What other people in the world do, kill the human part of your body little by little."

"I can understand that this is not a personal grievance."

"No, don't underestimate the impact of this world on you, my child, no matter how hard-hearted you are, we are a part of the world. What you do is changing the world, and the world no longer feeds back to you all the time. Kindness is like a fragile flower. It does not appear there for no reason, nor can it grow on its own. It needs people to take care of it. If a good person repays the world with kindness, the harvest is all malicious. Then the flower in his heart will gradually wither. Rather than bet on your speed or my bullet speed, I am more willing to bet that no matter what happens, the flower in your heart will not wither, and what I have to do is first It is poured with the first spoonful of water."

Zhang Heng fell into silence when he heard this. After a while, he looked up, "Thank you, shaman."