"As you wish."

Faust danced excitedly, enjoying the sweet pain and anger. He opened his mouth and sang loudly like a poem:

"One ritual, ten gluttonous meals, hundreds of human bones, thousands of bird eyes and ten thousand venomous snakes!

Die in a coffin, so cry, transform from a hell, so perish.

The reborn shadows cling to the wings, and the dormant birds will fly into the sky!"

Snapped!

It was the sound of the armrest breaking under an angry grip.

Ai Qing gritted her teeth and said nothing.

His most precious treasure was only exchanged for a useless prophetic poem?

After being inspired by poetry, Faust smoothed his hair refreshed, raised his head, looked down at those eyes, as if he could see the furious lava under the ice, and smiled.

"You have one last question left."

Ai Qing said nothing.

Faust waited patiently.

Until she finally calmed down and asked her final question.

"...Astronomical Society, will anyone lose their lives because of this?"

Faust raised his eyebrows.

He leaned forward with his crutches, moved closer, looked at Ai Qing's face carefully, admired her restored calm expression, and watched quietly, until he saw the desire for answers in those eyes, and then he revealed

Smiling evilly.

"You want to know?"

He chuckled and looked at him with wide eyes: "Do you want to know? Do you really, really want to know?"

Ai Qing said nothing.

"You should have better questions. What makes you weak, little girl?" Faust admired her face in amazement and said triumphantly: "I know who you want to ask, so there is no need to beat around the bush.

I can tell you the answer."

"but--"

He paused and said the price almost as a joke:

"——I want your tears."

"It can't be done."

In the silence, Ai Qing looked at him indifferently: "I don't have that kind of thing."

"Then you are destined to not get an answer. Haha, hahahaha, hahahahaha..."

Faust laughed and saw that the devil in the human heart was mocking his master: "Why do you care about people other than yourself? Little girl, don't you hate it all? You hate the sublime and you hate the lack of power.

People hate strong people and hate weak people.

You hate those who have happiness, but those who have lost everything cannot gain your mercy.

Is your hatred really necessary?"

"Come on!"

He smiled evilly and revealed the last scar: "Isn't it you who you hate the most?"

Ai Qing said nothing.

It's like I haven't heard of it.

"You will suffer forever and there will be no relief."

Faust grinned, and his forked tongue like a poisonous snake stirred vicious saliva from his mouth: "No one can save you, little girl, your heart has already been left in hell, in a place where even the devil cannot survive.

A lonely place!”

"——You will be in eternal pain, just as you will be eternally lonely!"

"If it's just loneliness and pain, is it something worth being afraid of?"

Ai Qing finally raised her eyes and said softly, "Since you are happy enough, it's my turn next -"

At that moment, Faust's eyes widened.

He bent down.

Staring at his abdomen in shock, he saw the dagger without a handle.

The dagger was drawn out.

The bright sacred light emerged from the ridge of the dagger, evaporating the drops of dark blood, making a hissing sound.

This was her carefully prepared farewell gift.

Bang!

His body began to turmoil, collapsed again, and turned into mosquitoes and flies bit by bit, and was pulled back into the violently flipping book.

"Go back to your hell, Faust." Ai Qing looked at him indifferently, "Enjoy eternal life and omniscience that your slaves will have mercy on."

"No, I would expect-"

In pain, the devil finally cast a mocking glance at the world: "The next time you and I meet, the price you pay..."

The figure disappeared.

The armored man's hand holding the sword tightened and unclenched, but in the end, there was no movement.

Although she was suspected of damaging border relics, Ai Qing never violated any precepts.

So, the pages of the book are closed, and the shackles return.

His sealed eyes seemed to be looking at Ai Qing. After a long time, he withdrew his gaze, turned around and left like a phantom.

In silence, the study returned to silence.

A long, long time.

Suddenly a phone rang.

Caller ID - Unknown.

.

The phone rang persistently, as if waiting for her response, until she reached out and pressed the answer button.

"Which one?"

"Xiao Qing? It's me, Qi Wen, do you still remember Uncle Qi?"

Warm laughter came from the phone, and a slightly older voice rang: "I'm sorry, sorry, I called suddenly, I am not disturbing you, am I?

I was shocked when the old man said you were in Xinhai, why haven't you come and sit here for so long?"

The old man on the phone said with emotion: "It just so happens that your cousin just came back from America a few days ago. You young people must have a lot in common and we need to keep in touch... Why don't I ask him to pick you up tomorrow and come to my place for a meal?"

How was the meal?"

"..."

Ai Qing listened silently, enduring the unhappiness and gloominess in her heart. She was really fed up with that guy who relied on his old age and neglected his old age.

"Mr. Qi, there's no need to eat. I'm quite busy with work recently."

"Family, please don't get so angry. Are you still angry with your family? Blood is thicker than water, so there is no grudge that cannot be resolved." Uncle Qi sighed melancholy, "I'm really angry. Third uncle, why don't you give up?"

Would you mind accompanying me?

The old man will be 100 years old in a few months, so don’t be angry with him anymore. Every time during the holidays, the old man always asks, has Xiaoqing come back? Has Xiaoqing come back? I’ll call you.

You always refuse to answer - no matter how important work is, is having family important?

Besides, didn't the old man do it for you back then? You see, in the end, your father succeeded in sublimation, and even you have a tendency to awaken the essence..."

Snap.

The pen in Ai Qing's hand cracked.

In the silence, Ai Qing lowered her eyes, unable to conceal the gloom and anger seeping into her bones.

Let the person on the phone chatter endlessly for a long time until he shuts up.

"Mr. Qi, that's enough for the boring homely talk. I still have work to do, so that's it."

She said, "Finally, please remember clearly, my name is Ai Qing."

"——The mugwort leaves are as beautiful as the mugwort leaves, and the sky is clear as the sky is clear."

"...Since you think so, I have nothing to say."

In the silence, Qi Wen didn't say anything else, but just sighed: "The old man often told us something - children who don't go home will have to endure hardships outside."
To be continued...