A.B.A.I: Mystery of Ghost Village

Ch. 105

In the sky, the cracks were getting deeper.

Three full moons hung, blue glittering in the sunlight, like translucent gems.

"Xiaomei, what are you reading in the sky?."

"A new moon appears, representing a new parallel world that joins our world."

Xiaomei looked at the sky and whispered.

The so-called "resurrection" does not mean that the dead can be resurrected, but they will meet with the "dead" who are still living in a parallel world.

"Xiaomey?."

"If we die," Xiaomei looked at Akbar, "It looks like there's no one in the third world."

It seemed so far, but it was uncertain that they met too few people from other worlds. But if they were really the only people in this parallel world, the reason must have something to do with the altar.

"They can't get in, without you, they don't have authority."

Akbat knows that the "them" he says refers to the joker and the like.

They are not friends in the world they are in, but strangers.

How would they be seen by the other party?

If they were to descend in a hurry and persuade them to leave here, would the other party become hostile?

Akbar sighed....

Pretending not to find it at all might be the best option for them, after all, these people had no authority and would not stay here for too long.

His two unhealthy worlds touched beyond his limits.

"What about Xiaoli?"

Even if they did not remember who they were at all, An Wujiu could not lose them anymore.

Xiaomei shook her head, "It's gone."

"Let's continue to find some clues." 

"I can hear your voice, if there's anything, call me by my name." Xiaomei's eyes were full of firmness and gentleness, "I'll definitely come at you with the fastest speed."

Akbar nodded.

"If I had known, I wouldn't have let you ride." murmured Akbar

Yep.

Akbar deeply regrets their separation.

Akbar opened his eyes lazily, and his blue-green pupils shone with a strange light.

In an instant, the pollutants that slipped towards him just a step away completely hardened in the air, as if the eyes were emitting an invisible and immense air pressure, with an almost overwhelming force.

Lacing resisting.

Booms!

That is the power of Akbar who rose gradually.

The piece of flesh fell into pieces, but the splash of blood and mucus failed to stain his body.

Akbar just tilted his head, staring at half his head where the pollutants fell to the ground, expressionless, looking innocent and stupid.

He frowned, and after thinking for a long time, he did not think about it, so he just stood up.

"So they show up because they're dead." An Akbar lowered his head and looked at the back of his hand, "What about me?"

Akbar continued to think of all the possibilities he could find, over and over again.

"Now that all space begins to merge, the boundaries are blurred, and there will be situations where someone of some time and space will appear together."

Akbar looked up at the sky, "Maybe I'm not from this space and time?"

He frowned, and when he thought about this, he suddenly had a great headache, so he could only lower his head and rub his eyebrows with his fingers.