Soul-Slaying Girl: All the contracts I contracted are ancient divine weapons.

Chapter 400 His Choice

"You're right."

"As long as the forty-five areas on the oil painting can be filled, the last remaining area no longer requires a life sacrifice, and it can be completed automatically."

"And, in return, the Desire Painting will grant this wish or remove it from the body."

"This is the complete process of using desire oil painting."

Meng Xiaobei took the initiative to speak and completed Ye Qiu's speculation.

The rules of desire oil painting are more like a special sacrifice.

At the expense of the desires and lives of the other forty-five people, the final desire of the forty-sixth person is fulfilled.

Ye Qiu had never heard of such an evil prop.

The moment he put down his teacup.

The petals of the white chrysanthemum on the coffee table were falling off piece by piece.

Ye Qiu's inner fear was completely detonated at this moment.

"Brother Ye Qiu, I don't want to be a Qiulin guard anymore, I want to live, I want to go home!"

"Ye Qiu, why do you want us to die together with the twelve apostles of the Old Testament? Why!"

"We are all dead, why are you still alive, why are you still alive!"

Words sounded in Ye Qiu's ears.

They had all been fighting spirit masters under their command, and they had experienced countless battles together.

They all died before that winter came.

Died in the confrontation with the apostles.

"We can obviously evacuate."

"The apostles have said that as long as we stop and don't continue to help Daxia, we can survive!"

"Those are the eight apostles of the Old Testament. Why must they fight? Why?"

"The situation in Daxia is over. Li Shutong died in the battle. Our persistence is meaningless. Ye Qiu, you are so stupid! It was you who killed us!"

Figures of individuals appeared in front of their eyes, and they still maintained the miserable state of their last moments before death.

A general cannot act emotionally.

But if you don't act emotionally, there won't be such a powerful Qiulin Guard!

Ye Qiu's fear comes from death.

But it was never his own death, but the death of his brothers who fought and lived with him.

He would rather be an ordinary person than experience something like this again.

Because as long as there is war, it is inevitable.

All the thoughts exploded in my mind, and the guilt, regret, and confusion that had been suppressed in my heart were all transformed into the most primitive fear under the detonation of the desire oil painting.

"If you were given another chance to choose, what would you choose?"

After the intense noise in my mind, all the voices fell silent, leaving only the last voice.

That was Ye Qiu's own voice.

"What would you choose?"

"How to choose?"

"select……"

The question that kept repeating seemed to continue to repeat itself as long as Ye Qiu didn't make a choice.

The petals of the white chrysanthemum on the coffee table have all fallen off, leaving only the bare flower bones in the middle.

The white petals that fell on the table were scattered like white coffins.

Ye Qiu's brows knitted together.

He was fighting against the fear and desire in his heart.

"Is it so difficult to decide?"

Meng Xiaobei looked at Ye Qiu sitting opposite him, and then glanced at the picture frame.

"Then let me help you."

As soon as Meng Xiaobei finished speaking, a dagger appeared in his hand.

Zhan Zhan's cold light reflected his cold pupils,

The next second, the dagger sank into his chest.

"This is my choice!"

……

"What's your name?"

"Meng Xiaobei."

"It's a bit ordinary. This name is destined not to be the protagonist."

"Then I'll just play a small role."

"You're in a good mood."

The examiner looked at the young man walking up to the awakening stage and shook his head regretfully.

"Meng Xiaobei, D-level talent. Can't meet the selection criteria for combat spiritual masters." "Eliminate!"

Screen changes.

Meng Xiaobei was loading and unloading goods on the street. He was wearing a yellowed white vest and a dark towel draped over his shoulders.

"Hey, hello!"

"Wake up, don't look at it. If you look at it again, you won't be able to be a combat spiritual master. Just throw yourself on the street!"

Meng Xiaobei was not angry when the owner of the cargo patted his cheek with his hand.

His eyes were still on the giant electronic screen on the street.

On the screen, the Third War Zone led by Ye Qiu was showing an overwhelming force, defeating the stubborn foreigners and fleeing.

Meng Xiaobei's eyes showed longing.

The worker held two opened bottles of ice water and handed one over.

"Xiao Bei, what is your dream?"

"Be a hero."

Meng Xiaobei took a deep breath of ice water, which cooled his overheated lungs like bellows.

"Pfft! Xiaobei, you have to be realistic. You are just a small character. Why don't you think about joining me later to find a nest for your little brother?"

"I want to be a hero."

Meng Xiaobei seemed not to have heard what his coworker said. He raised his hand, pointed at Ye Qiu on the screen, and repeated.

The co-worker angrily snatched the ice water from his hand.

"Go ahead and be a hero!"

"Every hero will die!"

The picture changes again.

A figure wearing a black hood appeared in Sanatorium No. 3.

"Tsk, tsk, tsk."

"I didn't expect that the famous Desire oil painting would be here."

Meng Xiaobei, a caregiver who was wiping dust off an oil painting, was startled by the sudden appearance of the figure.

"Don't be nervous, I'm just an ordinary businessman."

"Let's make a deal."

Black Hood pointed to the blank painting hanging on the wall.

"The 'colors' on this oil painting of desire have all been integrated into the bodies of you people living in the nursing home."

"Everyone who inhales the colors of oil paintings will eventually die because their desires are magnified to the extreme. It is inevitable."

"But I can tell you a way to survive. Not only can you survive, but you can also realize the desire in your heart."

"As a reward, you help me collect this oil painting of desire, and I will provide you with appropriate help."

"What do you think?"

Black Hood and Meng Xiaobei were on both sides of the sanatorium.

The oil painting of desire is infinitely amplified and enlarged among them.

"I agree."

……

"why."

Ye Qiu broke away from his fear and looked straight ahead with complicated eyes.

A dagger was pierced into Meng Xiaobei's heart, and gurgling blood flowed down the dagger.

"Brother Ye Qiu."

Meng Xiaobei grinned.

It was obvious that he wanted to smile, but the severe pain in his heart made his smile somewhat distorted.

"You're not right about one thing."

"My desire is not power, nor ambition."

The oil painting of desire can satisfy everyone's desires. People who are polluted by the oil painting of desire can only live one person in the end.

Then why, it must be me who survives?

Brother Ye Qiu.

Get rid of fear and start again.

You should be on the battlefield, not just an unknown person here.

"I'm just a small character."

"My dream is to be a hero who saves the world."

"It's already happened."

(End of this chapter)