Reverend Insanity

Department of Internal Affairs, interrogation room.

Winter sunlight shines through the only skylight on the ground.

The dust floats slowly in the columns of light, and the fibers do not appear.

A light column covered a chair.

Square is sitting in this chair, soaking up the sun.

Opposite him, in the shadows and darkness of the walls, lay a long table with three elderly people sitting behind it.

The interrogation has lasted an hour.

“Fong Yuan, are you sure there's nothing wrong with what you just described?” An old way.

“Yes.” Square dropped his curtains, looked at his toes, and the sun shined on his white face, making him look like a white sculpture.

And now he's expecting this.

After all, four other magicians in his group are dead, and he's still alive.

In fact, every magician is interrogated to a certain extent to facilitate the collection of battlefield information by the family. However, the source has been interrogated for an hour in a row, and it is clear that someone is targeting him behind the scenes, making him difficult.

This is perfectly understandable.

As long as it's a person, there's a social relationship, and there's a chain of people behind it.

“Then tell us more about what happened on the battlefield.” The old man continued to ask questions.

“Yes, it took me a few days to break through the second turn, just returned to the gates of the village and met the Red Mountain Group… I found the third class of the Horn, and then I joined the group. They were at war with the boar king…" Fang Yuan said in the same calm tone as before.

The second turn was his active exposure, and the breath of the second turn could not be concealed without the corresponding tricks to cover it up.

Now the four sick snakes are dead, so-called naturally whatever he wants to make up. But the source also hid some key details, most of what was said happened.

This is the fifth time that Fong Yuan has described it, the three old families listened and frowned.

They can't hear the loopholes, but they know a little bit —— they're afraid to say too many lies. If you say it more than once, there will naturally be ripples. But five times down, each time the source says something different, but the content is consistent.

“Should be true.” The three old families looked at each other and exchanged their eyes.

Just one of the old folks, not satisfied.

One of her daughters, a therapist in the group of sick snakes, loved her most when she was in peace, and died tragically at the mouth of a wolf. This made her angry, as she looked at Square Source with a chill in her eyes.

“Fong Yuan, I ask you, you cut the scalpel net with the moon blade, why did you do this?” The middle-aged woman looked like an elderly man and asked loudly.

“Because of the panic, I wanted to do something, and it helped me.” Fang Yuandao.

“Let me ask you again, are you hiding in the belly of a pig, deliberately shielding you from a female magician in your group?” Ask again.

“I don't know. I was so scared at the time that I wanted to hide inside the boar king in a panic, and she came in and competed with me for a place inside. She didn't rob me, got bitten by an electric wolf, died. I'm ashamed.” The source replied.

The middle-aged woman bit her teeth, and Fong Yuan replied cunningly, merely stating a fact. In fact, he did not say his subjective intentions, which made him want to suppress his elderly family, unable to grasp any handle, his mind naturally angry and unable to do anything about it.

In such a case, the other source cannot be convicted...

Three days have passed since the tide of the beast.

The casualty results are counted, making the face of the family at high levels generally ugly.

Past tides of beasts, though also lost, were definitely not that bad. The reason is the electric wolves. If you put it in front of you, it will take at least three waves of little beast tide before these spotted wolves appear.

The world is a tough place to live.

For humans, survival involves fighting fierce beasts, as well as harsh weather, in addition to competing for resources with other humans.

And these struggles are often daunting.

Little beast tide is just a prelude, and what's really scary is the big wolf tide a year later. By then, tens of thousands of electric wolves had struck the cottage, as well as the mighty thunderous crown wolf.

After the old woman unwillingly asked a few more questions, she finally chose to give up with impeccable answers.

“So, Fangyuan, what are you going to do next?” Another family always seems to ask deeply.

“I intend to apply for a division of duties to inherit the legacy left by my parents and live well.” There is no need to hide this directly from the source.

Because the Snake Squad was almost completely wiped out, there was only one source left. It also resulted in him not having to use a second-track magician to relinquish his right to receive a division of duties.

The old man nodded and shook his head again. “You don't know what I mean yet," he said. With the exception of you, your team has all been sacrificed, and my advice to you is to join another group. The mission difficulty of the Department of Internal Affairs is designed for the group and is difficult for one person to accomplish. Whether it's your split assignment or your monthly mandatory assignment, this is true. ”

The source was silent and there was no answer.

The old man continued: “Of course, there is another option. You are already a second-tier magician and qualified to be a team leader, so long as you pass an assessment task, you can form your own team. Which one do you want to choose? ”

Fang Yuan blinked for a moment: “I haven't thought about it yet, I need time to think about it. ”

“Then you can go and think about it as soon as you get back. Restructuring the group, just in the last few days, after this period, it's hard for you to get back into the group.” The old man cared.

Fang Yuan grinned in his heart, and he would not choose either path.

He had so many secrets that it was not only safer but also easier for him to walk alone. Otherwise, always work with others, don't bore Fang Yuan to death?

Leaving the interrogation room, Fangyuan did not leave the Department of Internal Affairs directly, but applied for a division of duties. He was told that he had been busy recently and would pick up after three days.

Out of the doors of the housekeeping hall, he looked out into the sky.

It's just a winter afternoon, that's all.

Winter is bleak and cold. There seems to be grief and heaviness in the air.

“Today is a collective memorial service, Ancient Moon Kim Joo is dead, Fong Yuan, you know?” Desert North is waiting for a group of teenagers to pass by and stop.

In addition to the desert north, there are Fangzheng, Akagi and others.

Desert North and Red City usually go the wrong way, but today they seem to forget each other's grudges and walk together.

“Brother, Kim Joo has been studying with us for a year. Come with us.” Straight ahead.

Ancient Moon Golden Pearl...

Fang Yuan's mind suddenly emerged as a young girl.

He fought the same banner drum in the ring as the desert north, and later lost because of his weak health. She's a hard-working girl.

But under death, whether it be good or ugly, there is no discrimination.

Most people will feel sorry for it, but in the eyes of the source, it's long been sparse.

“Oh, she's dead too. But old and ill, it's all human nature. If you look too much, it fades. You guys go ahead, I'm busy.” Fang Yuan walked past the crowd.

“This guy!” Immediately, many teenagers became angry.

“It's so cold and heartless...”

“He doesn't care about the window at all! ”

“Hey, there's been a lot going on in the clan lately, so you must have heard. Fangyuan survived by hiding in the stomach of a pig and using a female magician from the same group as a shield. ”

“What a disgrace. For the sake of survival, there is no manhood at all.” Red City's arms grinned.

“Brother...” Fang Zheng chewed his teeth and listened to the discussion. As Fang Yuan's brother, he felt a bit of shame.

Fang Yuan walked, the cynicism behind him, getting farther and farther away, gradually unable to hear.

He was calm in his heart.

How dare you insult me?

If you want to scold, scold. What can you do?

People with shallow hearts are often angry because of curses and rejoicing because of praise.

But that's just what people think of you. Because of the views of others, the living are destined to be the poor.

In fact, through the deliberate propaganda of some hearted people, the reputation of Fangyuan already stinks.

Sacrificing one's female companions and preserving oneself, while not punishable, is condemned by moral opinion.

However, this is also the situation that Fangyuan wants to create.

Once institutionalized, that is, chess pieces, they have to act in accordance with the system. For Fang Yuan, it's too much of a handicap. He needs resources and needs to be alone.

So he's gonna be a lonely widow.

What about being excluded? Oh, only the weak of heart fear exclusion.

This is going to happen on Earth, and whoever it is is is going to die. After all, double-fisted enemies, social relations are the guarantee of survival.

But in this world, if we make it strong, we can reach ten, a hundred, a million people each. So what? Get in the way, just kill him. Without resources, simply impose.

The rules of each world are different and dictate differences in social patterns, resulting in differences in the way humans behave.

The higher the world of martial arts, the weaker the collective concept becomes.

So in this world...

The devil's head is rampant.