Back to the Future Sword of Sichen

Two pigeons are imprisoned in a cage made of vines. Wei Mingye's face was calm. According to the development of the original plot, Vertin would be caught by the mistletoe. The leader of the Hand of Reshaping, Arcana, would ask Vertin three questions, each of which asked the players who played the game Wei Mingye was shocked.

But now, the plot has changed, and it’s unclear how the leader of the Reshaping Hand will react.

"Oh, my cute puppy seems to be away."

Arcana was sitting on an armchair. Her black evening gown highlighted the graceful lines of her body and her dignified and elegant temperament. There was a carelessness in her golden eyes.

"I think we can get acquainted. Dear leader of the Reshaping Hand, Miss Arcana."

"Oh? It seems that you know us, a stranger." Archana's interest increased a bit.

"Of course, in fact, we have known each other for a long time. I am the "hand-cut man", you can also call me W."

The air seemed to be solidified, and the surrounding silence was terrifying. Forget-me-not suddenly felt a chill on the back. Is that young man the clichéd murderous "Hand-Severing Man" in the Hand of Reshaping organization?

"Interesting." Arcana showed a charming smile, "I didn't expect to catch a big fish... but it would be better if Vertin was here."

"So W, are you interested in joining the Hand of Reshaping?"

"What?!" Forget-me-not looked at Arcana in surprise. He wanted to say a few words, but because of the leader's character, he still swallowed what he wanted to say.

"Do I have a choice?" Wei Mingye smiled helplessly, "Besides, aren't you afraid that I will lift the hand of reshaping?"

"Haha... It's good to be young and energetic. Don't imagine the hand of reshaping too simply. What you did before can't hurt our bones."

Wei Mingye remained silent, and Arcana reached out to his temple, pulled out a few streaks of black mucus, and pulled out a black magic staff.

"So W, now start answering my three questions." Arcana's aura exploded, making Wei Mingye almost breathless.

"First question, are you from the St. Love Foundation?"

"No." Wei Mingye replied, "I do not belong to any organization. All the actions taken against the Hand of Reshaping in the past few years were purely my personal wishes."

"Honest answer. Second question, will you betray the Hand of Reshaping?"

"meeting."

A fatal question. Forget-me-not looked on and was thinking about what Archana said. Asking this question, no matter whether it was wrong or right, it seemed that it would not satisfy Arcana.

“I don’t have a good impression of either the Hand of Reshaping or the St. Love Foundation. I just choose which organization to work for based on how good the treatment it gives me.

Of course, if I want to leave, neither of you can stop me. "Wei Mingye replied in a deep voice. The unique aura of the superior Arcana had made his back wet with cold sweat, like pulling teeth from a tiger's mouth.

Arcana narrowed her eyes, as if thinking about whether Wei Mingye's answer satisfied her. A few minutes later, Archana said, "Last question, can you walk in a rainstorm?"

"Of course, otherwise how could I destroy your stronghold in every era." Wei Mingye replied.

Arcana re-inserted the staff into her temples, and she clapped with satisfaction, "W, you are welcome to join the Hand of Reshaping. You are different from Vertin, I need to observe you for a while."

"It's an honor." Wei Mingye said respectfully and walked out of the vine cage.

"Then join a mission of the Reshaping Hand." Arcana pointed at Snyder in the cage, "Kill her."

"What..." Snyder's legs were unsteady and she fell to the ground. She looked at Wei Mingye, who was walking towards her, with endless anger in her heart. Acting... turned out to be like this.

"Sorry Snyder, I had to do this." Wei Mingye raised his gun and put it against her chest. He leaned down and whispered in her ear, "I will help you take care of your sister."

"You really should..."

bang bang-

Her thin body was like a white dove whose wings were broken off and her chest was torn to pieces. Her feathers became even more red after her death, like the flowers of the distant other shore, like the red butterflies caught in the orange orchard. …

"Perfect." Arcana threw him an orange, "a reward for you."

"Thank you Lord Arcana." Wei Mingye bowed slightly, looking at Forget-Me-Not with a chill all over him. This guy is decisive in killing and can change his face quickly. Keeping him by your side is a time bomb.

Arcana called Wei Mingye over again, but this time Wei Mingye only dared to stand beside her and bend slightly.

"If you were given two more choices, the Hand of Reshaping and the St. Love Foundation, which one would you choose?"

"I will choose Vertin." Wei Mingye said respectfully.

"Interesting answer." Arcana smiled, "What's the reason?"

"She is a qualified leader; at least for now. I admire her very much, but for now, my allegiance is only to the Reshaping Hand."

"In some ways, you are still too naive, my lovely puppy. I still like your unruly look before." Arcana stood up and returned to the second floor of the bar.

"It's really troublesome to deal with people like this..." Wei Mingye took a deep breath, feeling somewhat relieved.

Mistletoe stood up from her seat to leave.

"Miss Mistletoe, where are you going?" Forget-Me-Not asked.

"go outside."

"Oh, what about this corpse?" Forget-me-not pointed at the thin corpse.

"...Send her back to where she came from and let them see W's choice."

The body was taken away, the blood stains on the first floor of the bar were quickly cleaned up, and the people from the Reshaping Hand brought a relatively good meal.

"W, why don't you eat? Are you like the people outside? You want to eat boiled gold bars and fried banknotes?" Forget-me-not joked.

"No, it's just that I'm not used to it. You may not know that I'm from China." Wei Mingye put down his knife and fork, "Rainstorm Syndrome, so scary?"

"Of course, in the eyes of people who have not been screened by Heavy Rain, gold bars, banknotes, and silver coins are all delicious food in their eyes. You may not know that "Heavy Rain" was created by the Foundation."

Wei Mingye smiled and said nothing. He was still the same as before. He disliked both the Reshaping Hand and the St. Love Foundation; at least now he would not change much about these two organizations.

"This branch is..." Wei Mingye found a burnt branch in a glass on the table.

"Boughs of the rowan tree," said the mistletoe.

"Oh, I remembered it. The vitality of the rowan tree is extremely tenacious. Even if it is transplanted from far Europe to North America, the rowan tree can still thrive and stretch into a forest sea.

...It’s just that I heard that Lin Hai was burned down by a fire. "

Mistletoe's eyes darkened a bit without realizing it, and the forget-me-not subconsciously clenched a fist with his left hand, "Do you want me to find someone to cook a Chinese meal? W?"

"No need, I'm just feeling a little emotional." Wei Mingye activated his spiritual power, and the petrification mystery attached to the branches was destroyed by the spiritual power. With the nourishment of spiritual power, the branches grew at an alarming rate. The originally burnt outer skin was dyed with a layer of emerald green, and the green vitality spread, giving birth to a bud.

"Why are the Reshaping Hands and the St. Love Foundation so obsessed with the past? Isn't tomorrow's sun beautiful? Just like every tree, isn't it looking forward to tomorrow's sunshine?"

"Enough! W!" Forget-me-not yelled angrily, "I hate your official tone very much. You need to be taught a lesson before you can stay in the hands of Reshape for a long time. Come on!"

Several people from the Hand of Reshaping came over, but before they could take action, a wave of spiritual power knocked those people away. Wei Mingye showed his hidden sword, and the icy sword light was as cold as his eyes.

"You..." Forget-me-not was about to take action when he suddenly remembered a task that had not yet been assigned and could only suppress his anger, "One day you will understand, W. Miss Mistletoe, please follow me. There is a task about your."

Wei Mingye sat back on his seat. The emerald green flower buds bloomed, and there was a note lying in the flawless white flowers, which said: "Thank you."

"Wei Mingye put the branches into his pocket and continued to eat the food on the table.

-

Wei Mingye leaned against the huge tree trunk, holding a burnt branch in his hand, "You have frozen the forest here at the moment it burned down, right?"

Mistletoe said nothing, her eyes drifting into the distance.

"Did the Hand of Reshaping tell you about Rainstorm Syndrome? In this symptom, people eat gold bars raw, use banknotes and silver coins to make delicious meals, they will invent new tools for making delicious food, they will pour out the milk, Selling what we see as food…

They're pathetic, aren't they? They can't go back, they just want to live as long as possible, at least to see the sun tomorrow. "

"Why...can't we go back to the past...there will always be a way..." Mistletoe said softly.

The branch in Wei Mingye's hand suddenly came to life, and beautiful flowers bloomed, shining like sunlight in this black land.

"It's beautiful, isn't it?" Wei Mingye squatted down and gently inserted the branch into the soil, "You should listen to the voice of this branch. The destiny of every tree is towards tomorrow."

-

"The scenery here is nice." Mistletoe looked out the window at the black forest.

"Yes, I can just see your forest." Forget-me-not said, "We have just talked with the government. With the erosion of heavy rains, the number of patients has increased rapidly. They have no more space to accommodate patients, and medical equipment is also stretched.

Your forest is a great choice both as a holding space and as a venue for healing rituals. "

"...Are you here to ask me for my final decision? If I join you, will you reject the government?"

"We have a better plan." Forget-me-not adjusted his glasses, a shrewd light flashed in his eyes, "They want to build a large-scale treatment facility in the city that focuses on mystical treatment.

They can provide food, resources, money, everything necessary to build the Hand of Reshaping.

Correspondingly, we will provide mystical techniques to treat those refugees. You must know that we are the only one in the mystical community who can help. "

"...What to do with those refugees?"

“Only those filtered by the rainstorm will become refugees, you will not become a refugee, I guarantee you.

On the day when refugees are being treated, I hope you, as the owner of the forest, can be there. "

"I am no longer the master of the forest." Mistletoe shook her head.

"No, you are always the owner of the forest. If you need it, I will transfer the forest ownership to you, and the Forestry Institute will always recognize you as the owner of the forest."

Mistletoe was silent, and Forget-Me-Not said softly: "I can understand your mood, we are actually the same... I will take care of the forest for you until the last moment of the refugee rescue plan."

Forget-me-not closed the door, and Mistletoe looked out the window at the black forest sea. She knew the story of the forest, she understood the words of the new branches, and she understood the young man's words.

"The destiny of every tree should be towards tomorrow."

It's time to make a choice.