…

Kesha’s words contained too much information.

Matthew instinctively fell into thinking.

However, just when he was thinking about whether there was a conspiracy in this matter, Kesha suddenly said:

"Don't look any further, let's go!"

Her tone was quite firm, and her voice suddenly became cold.

The speed with which he changes his face is astonishing.

As she spoke, Kesha stood up from her kneeling position, then pushed with her hands, and a huge force pushed Matthew further.

at the same time.

Four bamboo tubes emitting green light flew in front of Matthew.

"These are the four little cuties I promised to give you. They are inside. You have to cherish them and learn how to nurture them so that you can get more help."

Kesha's voice floated over from afar:

"Remember, the deadly plague does not separate families. Since you have chosen the path of the Necromancer, you cannot let go of the areas you are close to."

"Go ahead."

With that said, Matthew saw her figure and turned to leave.

The opponent's attitude changed so quickly that Matthew couldn't react.

Now.

Looking at Kesha's retreating back, he asked anxiously and wisely:

"So what you just said was just a joke?"

As expected, Kesha paused.

She didn't look back, but her voice still floated over slowly:

"No, of course not."

Matthew quickly asked:

"Then why do you suddenly not want to know the answer?"

"In other words, what did you want to see on my butt in the first place?"

There was a hint of smile in Kesha’s voice:

"I won't tell you."

"As long as I don't say it or look at it, I will always have that hope in my heart."

"And once I say it and see it, that hope may come true. If that is the case, all I will be left with for the rest of my life is endless pain."

"I don't want to face those years, so I made this choice."

Matthew frowned:

"I don't understand, and I can't even understand it."

Kesha sighed softly:

"I'm sorry, kid, but I didn't mean to tease you."

"It's just that when things came to pass, I chose to be cowardly."

"It has been many, many years since I came to this world. I have lost my powers, many organs in my body, and almost everything in my life."

"In most of the years, this castle is the only one left to accompany me. It is my cage and my place of settlement. I can no longer live without it."

"Living is just a dream to me. The reality of this dream comes from pain and hope. As long as they are still there, I can feel that I am truly alive. This is the most important thing for me at the moment.

of."

"I don't dare to uncover the mystery of hope now, because the chance of my dream result coming true is too elusive."

"I can still maintain it now because I tell myself that sooner or later my child will come back to see me. This is the place where he was born and has his mark. Sooner or later he will come back."

"This is a stubborn and fragile obsession. In fact, I know very well in my heart, do I really care about that child? Not necessarily, but I must care. Only in this way will I not completely collapse."

"As for whether that child is you or someone else, it actually doesn't matter anymore."

"Get out of here, kid, I have nothing else to say to you."

"By the way, there's one thing you have to remember - sometimes people have to be selfish and don't believe in what they impose on you."

Finished the last sentence.

Kesha's figure completely disappeared from Matthew's sight.

The scenery of the castle and woods is still there.

But that graceful figure has disappeared.

Matthew was left alone and feeling lost.

Have to admit it.

Kesha is indeed a master at playing with people's hearts, making them neither better nor worse.

The less she said anything, the more Matthew could figure it out on his own——

There are indeed many subtle connections between myself and the God of Death.

The identity of the extraterrestrial visitor can also perfectly match the story of Kesha's alien soul.

And the death orchid in Carmela's laboratory...

"wrong."

Matthew suddenly calmed down and realized that Kesha's narrative actually had some flaws:

"According to her, Maibalon, the second son of the God of Death in Irondor's history, has nothing to do with her. She doesn't care at all whether an outside soul has gone crazy."

"But when I just handed her the copy of the slate, the emotion she showed cannot be faked. This shows that she has feelings for McBaron."

"But Maibalon is clearly not her child, or rather it is just the body of her child, and the soul is from another world..."

Matthew found the flaw instantly.

But he soon frowned again, because this flaw was not perfect, and there were many reasons that could be explained clearly.

For example, it is not impossible that Kesha, who has been tortured by the god of death, has some strange feelings for the alien soul occupying her child's body...

"etc!"

"This is outrageous."

Matthew rubbed his temples vigorously to prevent his way of thinking from becoming deified.

He subconsciously touched his butt and couldn't help but complained in his heart:

"Keisha wouldn't say that to every visitor from the universe, would she?"

"In this way, other people may be thinking about the existence of this suspected mother..."

The more Matthew thought about it, the more it seemed possible.

For example, he is a little concerned about Kesha now, and if there is a chance in the future, he would not mind coming to see her.

This may also be a comfort to a soul that has been lonely all year round.

Think of this level.

Matthew suddenly felt relieved.

He also understood Kesha's actions.

In his mind, he couldn't help but recall what Roland once mentioned when chatting with him about story creation:

“When is a suspense most engaging?”

“When is a story at its best?”

"Of course, when everything is unresolved, the protagonist and the audience are on the road to seek the answer to the mystery. The excitement, longing and expectation when they are gradually approaching the truth - there is no need for the author to bother to outline the emotions and plots. The audience is very interested in the suspense.

Their own imagination is enough to make them orgasm on their own.”

"This is when the story is at its best."

"And when the truth is revealed, no matter how exciting it is, it will give people a somewhat boring feeling - in the final analysis, everyone knows that the story building has collapsed and this journey has come to an end.

The end, it’s already the end of the song..."

Matthew now feels that the above paragraph is quite reasonable.

Of course, Matthew really disagreed with what Luo Lan said next.

He went on to say at the time:

"So I never write the ending when I write a story."
To be continued...