northernbook Chapter 313 Eyelid Twitching
Chapter 313 Eyelid Twitching
Chapter 313 Eyelid Twitching
Bu Li stood on a giant silver pillar, his figure appearing exceptionally tall and majestic under the illumination of lightning.
He frowned slightly and looked at Zhang Yun, who was standing in the void opposite him, with a complicated expression.
Zhang Yun's figure appeared particularly calm in the void, as if he belonged to this world, and his existence itself was a symbol of power.
"Whether you are Zhulong or Zhang Yun, what does it have to do with us? How can you help us?"
Bu Li's voice was low and powerful, with a hint of scrutiny and questioning.
There was a wary glint in his eyes.
Zhang Yun curled the corners of his mouth, revealing a gentle smile.
There was a calmness in his eyes, as if he had already anticipated Bu Li's question.
He leaned forward slightly, his tone filled with a firm and confident strength:
"I can help you revive your teammates!"
When Bu Li heard this, his face changed instantly.
A hint of shock flashed in his eyes, as if Zhang Yun's words hit a soft corner deep in his heart.
His voice trembled slightly, with a hint of disbelief:
"how do you know……"
Not many people know about the situation of his [Psychic] team; it is almost considered confidential.
Every member of the team, their sacrifice, their pain, and the heavy mission they bear are secrets buried deep in their hearts.
How could a stranger know so much?
Countless thoughts flashed through Bu Li's mind in an instant.
Just now when Zhang Yun said that he was the so-called "Zhulong", Bu Li was indeed shocked.
however,
At this moment, Bu Li was in deep doubt.
"How is it possible..." Bu Li thought to himself.
He looked at Zhang Yun with a hint of scrutiny and distrust in his eyes.
Although Zhang Yun's tone was flat, his eyes revealed an unquestionable firmness.
This made Bu Li even more confused.
"How can the dignified god Zhulong be so uncool?" Bu Li secretly complained in his heart.
He felt that it was all so fake.
How could a person who claimed to be a god suddenly appear in front of them and claim that he could resurrect their teammates?
This sounds more like a crude lie than a true miracle.
Bu Li's eyes flickered slightly, and a terrible thought emerged in his mind:
"Perhaps this is a conspiracy of the Ancient God Church."
He recalled Yiyu's strange behavior and the endless pursuits he had experienced.
Yiyu has been trying to escape the pursuit of their [Psychic] team,
But they always hold on to me tightly.
Now the plan to kill Wu Xiaogouer has not succeeded.
So a new strategy was used.
"Could this be a trick used by Yayu?" Bu Li thought to himself.
He felt like this was all a trap, a plot to slow them down.
Perhaps Yiyu was using Zhang Yun's identity to try to throw them into chaos and give them a chance to escape.
Bu Li's brows furrowed slightly, and there was a hint of vigilance in his eyes.
He stared at Zhang Yun closely, trying to find a flaw in his eyes.
However, Zhang Yun's eyes remained calm, as if he had already seen through Bu Li's suspicion, but did not care.
When Wu Laogou, who was standing aside, heard Zhang Yun's words, his body suddenly shook, and then he began to tremble uncontrollably.
His eyes were instantly filled with excitement, as if some powerful force had struck his deepest desire.
He leaned forward slightly, his hands clenched into fists, his knuckles turning white from the force.
His breathing became rapid.
There was a glint of disbelief in his eyes, as if he couldn't believe what he heard.
"Did a miracle really happen?"
These words echoed repeatedly in Wu Laogou's mind.
The figures of his deceased teammates appeared in his mind, their smiles and their voices seemed to come back to life at this moment.
His eyes were slightly red, tears welling up in them but never fell.
Trembling, Wu Laogou took two steps, each step seemed extremely difficult, as if his legs could no longer support his excitement.
He looked at Zhang Yun with a pleading look in his eyes, as if expecting a positive answer.
His lips trembled slightly.
He stammered,
There was a hint of sob in the voice:
"Zhang Yun! Is what you said true? You can really revive my teammates!"
His voice echoed in the air,
With an almost desperate expectation.
At this moment, he seemed to have grasped the last straw, and Zhang Yun's answer would become the last hope in his heart.
Zhang Yun frowned slightly, then rolled his eyes, looking at Wu Laogou with a hint of helplessness in his eyes:
"Do I really need to lie to you? This is really frustrating!"
There was a hint of fatigue in his voice, as if he was speechless about Wu Laogou's excitement.
He shook his head, with a hint of helplessness in his tone:
"I'm telling the truth. If you don't believe me, there's nothing I can do."
When Wu Laogou heard Zhang Yun's answer, the light of hope in his eyes instantly burned like a flame, as if it was about to overflow from his eye sockets.
His eyes were filled with excitement and anticipation, and his voice trembled with excitement:
"Really...really, Captain, did you hear that? What Zhang Yun said is true. He really can revive Zhang Xiaohua and the others."
There was an almost fanatical belief in his words, as if every word Zhang Yun said was a life-saving straw for him to grasp.
Wu Laogou looked at Bu Li excitedly.
There was a hint of urgency in his eyes.
As if waiting for Bu Li's response:
"Captain, say something!"
There was a hint of eagerness and anticipation in his voice, as if he hoped Bu Li could seize this opportunity that could change everything like him.
The fire of doubt in Bu Li's eyes burned even more vigorously at this moment, as if it was going to turn all hope into ashes.
His brows were furrowed tightly.
The deep wrinkles were like a question mark carved on his forehead, revealing his extreme caution about the current situation.
He lowered his head slightly.
His eyes were as sharp as a knife, staring straight at Wu Laogou.
There was a hint of heaviness and helplessness in the voice:
"Wu Xiaogou'er, I understand very well your desire to bring them back to life..."
There was a hint of tenderness in his words, as if he was comforting a hurt child, but then his tone became serious again.
"but……"
He took a deep breath, as if trying to calm his inner turmoil, and made his voice more resolute:
"Do you really think what he said is true?"
These words seemed to be squeezed out from the depths of his heart, and every word carried a heavy weight.
A complex emotion flashed in his eyes.
He knew what Wu Laogou desired, but he knew even more clearly that there was often an insurmountable gap between hope and reality.
Bu Li sighed softly, his voice low and long, as if the helplessness came from the depths of his heart.
There was a glimmer of sadness in his eyes.
As if being suffocated by some heavy burden.
Don’t you want your teammates to be resurrected?
Of course he did, how could he not?
Every teammate was hand-picked and trained by him.
They have experienced countless life and death tests together, and their relationship has long surpassed that of ordinary comrades-in-arms, becoming an indispensable existence in each other's lives.
I think so too.
Bu Li muttered silently in his heart, and those familiar faces and the days when they fought side by side emerged in his mind.
His lips trembled slightly, as if he wanted to say something, but in the end he chose to remain silent.
Because he knew clearly that
As the captain of the [Psychic] special team, he shoulders not only his personal emotions, but also the hope of the country, and a responsibility as heavy as the mountains and seas.
He cannot easily believe a stranger's words just because of his personal desire.
Even if this stranger calls himself "Zhulong".
So what if it’s God?
The so-called gods are actually hard to believe.
Daxia is too fragile and cannot withstand too many disasters.
Especially when facing the so-called gods.
And the same is true for them [mediums], they cannot withstand any attempts.
He had to be cautious and consider every possible consequence.
There was a hint of determination in his eyes, as if reminding himself not to be so naive.
His fingers were clenched slightly, and his knuckles turned slightly white from the force, as if he was suppressing his inner struggle.
He knew that he couldn't let his hopes get the better of him and couldn't let his personal emotions affect the fate of the entire team.
"Detected... the Ancient God Church's [whispering], the hunt is about to begin..."
Suddenly, a sculpture-like figure beside Bu Li moved stiffly.
His movements were slow and mechanical, as if every joint was bound by invisible chains, and every step seemed extremely difficult.
His body leaned forward slightly, as if he was trying to wake up his consciousness from his slumber.
As he moved, his head, which had been lowered, slowly raised up, revealing an expressionless face.
His eyes were empty and cold, as if he was a puppet being forcibly controlled by some force.
His voice was squeezed out from the depths of his throat, hoarse and low, and every word was like polished stone, with an unsettling texture:
"Detected... the Ancient God Church's [whispering], the hunt is about to begin..."
There was no emotion in his voice, as if he was just mechanically conveying the information of a system, and he himself was just a lifeless tool.
When Bu Li heard this, his eyes instantly became sharp.
His brows furrowed slightly, and his eyes quickly swept over the figure who spoke mechanically.
"The Church of the Ancient Gods... [Whispers]..." Bu Li repeated the message in a low voice, with a hint of heaviness in his voice, as if every word weighed on his heart.
His eyes dimmed slightly.
Bu Li sighed softly, with a hint of helplessness and fatigue in his voice.
He looked at Wu Laogou, his eyes flashing with a complex emotion. Wu Laogou's eyes were full of anticipation and excitement, as if he was still waiting for Bu Li's response.
But Bu Li knew that they didn't have much time to try and take risks.
"Ugh!"
Bu Li sighed again, with a hint of regret in his voice.
He patted Wu Laogou's shoulder gently, with a soothing tone in his voice:
"Wu Xiaogou'er, we've endured too much... We can't withstand too many attempts..."
His voice was low and slow, as if expressing his inner helplessness.