A strong flash of light suddenly erupted outside the window, and the power mixed with the germination of spring and the desolation of winter came through the window.

Shawn and his party rushed to the window and saw that the spiritual world that Tarot had hastily created collapsed. Everyone, including the master of the spiritual world, escaped from it—

There were two Jack-level explorers who died. Their deaths were extremely miserable, as if too many springs and seeds had sprouted and bloomed on them.

Taro seems to be injured. The divine light on her body became very dim, and she half-knelt on the ground trying to evenly breathe.

Bill, and the remaining six explorers, were obviously exhausted—

It seems that they only stayed in the "Land of Spring" for about five minutes, but the flow of time in the spiritual realm is different. Perhaps, they fought hard for more than half an hour.

At this moment, Bill looked a little strange-his expensive and elegant silk suit jacket was gone, the shirt was covered with blood and sweat, and under the shirt, something was stirring in his chest, exuding as if he did not belong to this world. color...

At this time, Bill and his party needed to recover, and Taro also had her own plans. They couldn't keep fighting, they could only face off like this.

"I didn't expect it..." Bill smiled bitterly, clenching his white teeth, "Taro, we set up a 'Witch Hunt' for you...

"The members of this witch hunt club have all experienced your tricks...

"I have learned how you stole the luck of those poor people!

"Isn't the world fair enough? Those poor people aren't being squeezed enough? Not only their lives, but also their luck must be handed over to those big bosses?!"

Sean and his party hid behind the windowsill, shrouded in the curtain of moonlight, and no one could detect their existence.

"Stealing good luck?" Sean frowned, sketching out the grudge between Taro and the "Witch Hunting Club" including Bill—

Unlike Peter Pan, Taro is obviously not a "spiritual" god, she is good at using "divine power".

In ancient legends, the goddess of spring wakes up all things with vitality after the winter, which symbolizes decay and the dormancy of all things.

But to achieve such an effect, she did not use her own divine power to bring vitality and make all things germinate - to be more precise, what the Goddess of Spring did was "distribution".

With the power of "Genor of Creation", Sean knows that the "vitality" and "decay" produced in this world are quantitative but disorderly. Those gods who were in charge of the change of seasons, they can do everything they can. , is to allocate "vitality"...

In this age of "Gods Voyage", the so-called goddess of spring can no longer be the same as before, and the seasons in charge of a kingdom will change.

However, the regular power of "distribution" is still there.

If used carefully, Taro can use her rare divine power to achieve an unimaginable deprivation and distribution.

Specifically, it is aimed at people's "luck" in the journey of life.

How similar are the ups and downs of a person's life, the ups and downs, the ups and downs, and the changing seasons? A certain person has endured the cold winter of life and ushered in a turning point, isn't it just like the world is welcoming spring?

In short, the metaphors in literature reveal the secrets of the secrets—life also has spring, summer, autumn and winter...

And Taro, the goddess of spring, intervened in the middle.

If Sean guessed correctly, it was Taro who caused Wordsworth's tragic life.

Wordsworth, who ran away from Midnight Paradise, would never have had such a tragic ending if his life had not been interfered with - he may encounter challenges, and may be frustrated frequently, but he will never reach a dead end. .

In the end, the root cause of this young man's complete collapse and response to the darkest call was Tarot's manipulation behind his back.

Not only that, the goddess who should be in charge of "Spring" fairly, used her rare divine power to commit more than one evil deed in the New Testament city - the entire witch hunt club has been deeply hurt by her actions.

This is the reason why they are willing to die for each other now.

It can also be known from Bill's few words that the "luck" of those poor people is obviously also a rare resource, which was captured by the predators at the Yunding Reception...

As Bill said, as if the world wasn't fair enough, the most humble characters were squeezed to such an extent that they were deprived of the last ray of light in their lives.

Of course, Sean knows that this kind of divine power consumes a lot of energy and can only be aimed at individuals, so it can only be used as a rare punishment to those children who leave Midnight Paradise. In this way, while harvesting the rare resource of "good luck", it can also deter other children in the lower city, so that they dare not leave Peter Pan's control.

The mystery that has been haunting Sean for a long time has finally been revealed. He finally knew why the children who left Midnight Paradise suffered bad luck, and finally knew what the black deer that appeared again and again represented——

Ms. Taro is the real "king" of herding lower city, and Peter Pan is just the monster she awakened.

While Sean was thinking, Taro, who was facing Bill and his party, laughed. She smiled so brightly, as if she knew some great news. Taro spoke quietly, her voice was never so vicious, and her long fingers pointed at Bill: "I have seen you... You are the boy who picked up Wordsworth outside Midnight Paradise, right?"

Bill didn't answer.

Taro laughed even more happily: "Wordsworth! Oh, it was Wordsworth's partner!

"Hahahaha... how should I say it? - If ~lightnovelpub.net~ those children are the fat fish in the autumn river, then your good friend, the dreamer, I have seen The fattest fish ever!"

In order to fully torture Bill, Taro's voice was high and harsh: "The 'bright future' squeezed out of him is... unbelievable!

"Your friend, I'm afraid, originally could become a famous writer!

"Contemporary Shakespeare!

"One hundred years from now, all the gods will be dead, and the play written by him will be staged on White Street!

"Hahahahaha..." Taro smiled happily and was elated, "It's a pity that little guy, he was caught by me...

"You can only obediently hand over his spring, his dawn, and always follow a perverted control freak as a gunman until he is completely mad!

"Hahahahahahahahahahahaha!" Taro's voice almost turned into a whistling, Sean felt the window glass vibrate and his eardrums throbbed.

"Do you know! How did that poor bastard, in that old screenwriter's house, kneel on the ground and pray that God would give him a little luck?!—He is as humble as a dog that is dying of illness!

"You know what? My lovely Mr. Bill! That guy's spring, how grand!?

"How many more New Zealand dollars did those old people earn!?"

People couldn't see Bill's expression. I only saw that the owner of the Long Island mansion, who had no mysterious ability at all, rushed out like an enraged bull.

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