Notes of the Creator God

When Yichuan turned around, Lin Xiyu stopped him. Her lips trembled slightly, as if she had something unspeakable to say.

"I...I have a personal question to ask you. It has nothing to do with the temple. It’s something I want to ask myself."

Lin Xiyu hurriedly added the second half of the sentence, as if he was afraid that Yichuan would refuse to answer.

"go ahead"

"Have you ever used your unique abilities to do something bad?"

"Unique ability...You mean 'survivor' abilities? Why are you asking me?"

Yichuan looked a little confused. He didn't understand why Lin Xiyu suddenly asked such a question. It seemed very baffling.

"Because you are the only 'survivor' I am familiar with"

"......No."Yichuan pondered for a moment and then replied.

Lin Xiyu was silent for a moment, then nodded slightly and said:"I understand, thank you. Yichuan still felt a little confused and said,"So you called me out today not to eliminate my doubts about Spade and you, but just to chat with me?" Lin

Xiyu smiled bitterly, spread his hands and said,"Otherwise, do you think there is any way I can prevent you from becoming suspicious?""

"You are admitting in disguise that Spade belongs to the Temple of the Dead......."

"This time I was negligent, but next time......"

"？"A smile suddenly appeared on Lin Xiyu's face. That smile made Yichuan feel a little weird and terrifying. Suddenly, the park scenery in his field of vision quickly distorted, and all the surrounding flowers, trees, and pedestrians disappeared.

"！"Yichuan realized that he had fallen into a trap. He had been unknowingly pulled into Minecraft by the space channel opened by Lin Xiyu. After all, the secret conversation corner she chose was in a remote location in the park, so no one would notice it.

Yichuan, who seemed to have a premonition that something bad was going to happen, hurriedly raised his arms, trying to open a space passage for himself to return.

But the moment he raised his arm, he couldn't feel his palm anymore

"ah......"Yichuan stared at his raised right arm with wide eyes - the place where the forearm should have been was empty. There was a smooth cut on the elbow, and blood gurgled out from the cut.

"Ah ah ah ah ah——"

Severe pain suddenly hit his mind. Yichuan covered his broken arm and knelt on the ground.

"Gu!"When Yichuan glared fiercely at Lin Xiyu in front of him, he found that she had disappeared long ago. Did she escape? Then who launched the attack? What was it?

Yichuan's head buzzed, and he felt it at this moment. The aura of the person behind him was well hidden. It wasn't until Yichuan's hand was cut off that he realized that the attacker was already standing behind him!

Yichuan no longer covered his right arm, but immediately waved his left arm. While waving back, he had already let go. His left arm pulled out the iron sword from the dimensional backpack.

Anyway, let's force the people behind him to retreat first - brush -

Yichuan watched his left arm spin and fly up into the sky, the iron sword was still tightly held In the palm of his left arm.

Yichuan, whose arms were broken, lost his balance and fell back to the ground. The severe pain made him unable to stay awake.

Why did this happen?...

I want......do you died......

As he fell backward, Yichuan finally saw the true face of the attacker.

She has long black hair, burgundy eyes, and is wearing a pitch-black Gothic dress— not only that, but behind her there are eight spider legs growing out from her back. The pitch-black carapace strongly declares her presence, and she holds a hand in her hand. The dark sword was stained with Yichuan's blood, and the music of black and red was skillfully performed on the person in front of him.

Those wine-red eyes had turned blood red at some point, exuding a strange blood light.

"Spade......"

After seeing the attacker's appearance clearly, Yichuan muttered her name.

"Who are you......Native......"

There was no way to say the last words, because the opponent's sword had already stabbed Yichuan's chest, piercing the heart with one blow.

Strangely, no blood flowed out, and his heart was still beating violently -

Yichuan's consciousness sank into darkness.

"！"

It was as if I had just woken up from a sleepwalk, as if I had just emerged from the bottom of the water.

Yichuan looked at his raised right hand. What was he going to do just now?

By the way, he was already home. He was just about to knock on the door, but why was he stunned?

Maybe he was too hungry. Yichuan felt extremely hungry now. He was already looking forward to Kate's dinner tonight.

Thinking this, Yichuan knocked on the door three times with his index finger.

By the way, today seems to be Friday and tomorrow is the weekend. How should we spend it well?