Zongman: The post-2D era

"Ichijou, I'm from the Administration. Your living conditions, including letting anyone into your home casually, are not good."

He couldn't help but shook his head, as if trying to erase this chaotic picture from his mind.

Feng Feng naturally stretched out his hand and motioned Asai Hui to sit on the slightly messy sofa.

"Please take a seat."

After saying this, he clasped his hands together and placed them under his chin, as if trying to sort out his confused thoughts.

Asai Hui sat on the sofa with her back straight, her eyes fixed on Feng Feng, as if trying to find out what was going on in his heart.

"Asai, have you ever heard of the MacGuffin?"

Feng Feng's voice was low and firm, and he suddenly attacked Asai Kei.

Asai Hui frowned slightly, a hint of doubt flashed across her eyes on the surface, but deep inside she was full of suspicion. "McGuffin?"

He repeated the name, as if trying to remember it.

Suddenly, his eyes lit up, as if he had found a clue. "Is it the thing that is always mentioned in urban legends, which can master all of Sakurada's supernatural powers?"

Feng Feng nodded, his eyes revealing a hint of determination and resoluteness.

He took a deep breath and spoke slowly: "Asai, I can roughly guess the purpose of your visit. Three days later, Yitiao Le will die in a car accident..."

The voice paused here, as if the word "car accident" carried too much weight.

Feng Feng raised his head, looked directly into Asai Hui's eyes, and continued, "I know that is a fate that Ichiraku cannot escape."

"But I also understand that we can't just sit there and wait for death. I want to change this outcome."

Feng Feng stood up, walked to the window, pushed it open, letting fresh air flow into the room, taking away the dullness and laziness in the room.

The sunlight shone on his body, as if he was covered with a layer of golden armor.

He turned around and said to Asai Hui: "Asai, are you willing to lend me the MacGuffin and challenge this seemingly unchangeable fate?"

Asai Kei took out a small black stone from her pocket. The stone looked extremely ordinary in the afternoon sun, just like a small stone picked up from the roadside, nothing special about it.

He placed it gently on the coffee table, and the stone made a slight "click" sound that echoed in the silent air.

"That's what you call a MacGuffin?"

There was a hint of sadness in Asai Hui's voice, and her eyes looked straight at Feng Feng, as if she could see through people's hearts.

Feng Feng was slightly stunned, then he smiled, with a hint of helplessness and relief in his smile.

He walked to the coffee table, stretched out his hand, and gently stroked the small black stone.

The stone seemed to come alive under his fingertips and trembled slightly.

Feng Feng's eyes were firm and deep, like a calm lake. Although he looked calm on the outside, he concealed tremendous energy within.

He slowly stood up, put his hands behind his back, and looked at Asai Kei with a sharp gaze, as if he wanted to penetrate the other's soul.

"Asai, I won't be going out these few days."

Feng Feng's voice was deep and powerful, as if every word carried a thousand pounds of weight.

"You can answer your own questions, but Ichijou's fate is to die in three days."

He turned and walked towards the door, his steps steady and powerful, as if every step was stepping on the node of fate.

Asai Hui stared at Ichijo Le in shock, standing there in a daze, his eyes following Feng Feng's figure until the door slowly closed in front of him.

The moment the door closed, it seemed to cut off all the noise and chaos, leaving only Feng Feng's determined back and Asai Hui's endless doubts and expectations in her heart.

Half an hour later, Asai Kei sat on the sofa in her home, brows furrowed, thinking about Feng Feng's behavior and words.

"Ichijou, fourteen years old? Is that really the one I saw today?"

His eyes roamed around the room, as if searching for clues hidden behind the words.

"No, Sakurada's ability is a body swap type ability, and that person is an unknown ability user."

My fingers tapped unconsciously on the coffee table, making a rhythmic "dong dong" sound, which intertwined with the occasional bird calls outside the window, forming a subtle harmony.

"Ichijo Raku, MacGuffin? Sakurada might have undergone some horrible transformation!"

Chapter 743 Who are you?

Thursday afternoon, July 13

Feng Feng held the small black stone between his hands and observed it carefully: "The MacGuffin is really just a stone."

The stones look even more ordinary under the light.

However, Feng Feng's attitude towards it aroused Xueno's great curiosity.

Xueno narrowed her eyes and quickly replayed the conversation with Feng Feng in her mind, trying to find the hidden doubts.

Feng Feng sat on the sofa, playing with the small black stone that Asai Hui called "MacGuffin" in his hand.

The sunlight shone through the half-open window, casting patches of light on his resolute face. His eyes were focused and deep.

He raised his head and looked at Yukino's face sitting opposite him, her eyes full of curiosity and confusion.

"In the story of Sakurada, the second generation witch Sumire Aima used it to come back to life from the dead."

Feng Feng smiled slightly, and gently stroked the surface of the stone with his fingers, his voice gentle but powerful: "Xue Nao, do you know?"

"A stone can also be a crucial mission item in the game."

He paused, as if to let every word sink into Yukino's mind: "In ancient legends, there is a stone called the 'Stone of Life'."

“It can’t really give life, but it can become a bridge between life and death at a critical moment.”

There was a flash of shock in Yukino's eyes; she had never heard of such a legend.

Feng Feng continued: "Although this small stone is insignificant, it can give us a glimmer of hope in the most desperate moment."

He stood up and gently placed the stone in Yukino's hand. The stone trembled slightly in Yukino's slender palm, as if it really contained some mysterious power.

Yukino held it tightly, and an inexplicable courage surged in her heart, as if she was ready to face unknown challenges.

"You are now an ordinary junior high school student, I am your ability, I will definitely protect you."

Just as Feng Feng was about to stand up, a crack suddenly appeared in the sky, and the second-generation witch Xiang Ma Jin stepped out, revealing a pretty face and said, "You called me?"

"I just said the three words Sumire Soma."

Feng Feng's words echoed in the air, his eyes firm and confident. He nodded slightly and saluted Sumire Soma who walked out of the crack in the sky.

The crack slowly closed, leaving Sumire Soma alone standing in the sunlight-dappled living room.

Sumire Soma's appearance was as mysterious as a phantom. Her figure seemed looming in the light, and there was a hint of surprise on her pretty face.

Feng Feng stretched out his hand, as if he wanted to touch this incredible phenomenon. His fingers trembled slightly in the air, but he did not dare to really touch Xiang Ma Sumire.

"Hello, second-generation witch." His voice was steady and powerful, full of respect for the unknown and the courage to challenge.

Sumire Soma's eyes moved between Fengfeng and the living room. Her sight seemed to be able to penetrate everything except Yukino's existence.

This scene made Feng Feng more certain of his guess. He smiled slightly, with a gleam of victory in his eyes.

Sumire Souma can't see Yukino.

Sumire Soma paced lightly in the living room, her eyes were like deep lake water, reflecting the mottled sunlight around her, yet concealing an unpredictable vigilance and curiosity.

He walked around Fengfeng several times, every step was light and cautious, as if he was exploring some unknown secret.

When she finally stopped, spread her palms, and looked directly into Feng Feng's eyes, her voice was clear and calm: "You are definitely not Yitiao Le, who are you?"

These words condensed into an invisible ice blade in the air, pointing directly at Feng Feng's heart.

Feng Feng was slightly startled, but then he regained his composure. He met Xiang Ma Jin's gaze and smiled slightly, a smile that showed both his calmness about the truth and his anticipation for future challenges.

He spoke slowly, his voice low and powerful: "I am Feng Feng, the ability and guardian of Yitiao Le."

Feng Feng's gaze penetrated the living room window and looked towards the blue sky in the distance, which seemed to contain endless secrets and unknowns.

Yukino took the opportunity to tell him what was happening outside. He turned around and looked directly at Sumire Soma with a determined light in his eyes.

"You brought dozens of people with special abilities with you, but why did you choose to come to see me in person, Sumire Soma."

Feng Feng's voice was steady and powerful, as if every word carried a tremendous amount of weight.

Xiang Ma Jin was slightly stunned. She didn't expect Feng Feng to mention this matter so directly.

He frowned slightly, and a bit of confusion and vigilance appeared on his pretty face.

Looking around, those people with special abilities who were originally hiding in the dark seemed to appear quietly at this moment, their eyes full of vigilance and hostility.

"You make me unable to see through you. All I feel is fear and submission to you."

Sumire Soma's words floated in the air as she sat on the soft sofa, her posture upright and elegant.

"In my eyes, you don't belong to this world. You are a god or an angel."

His eyes are deep and complex, as if they can see into the secrets deep in people's hearts.

The light from the living room cast mottled shadows on her face, making her face look even more mysterious.

Her fingers tapped lightly on the armrest of the sofa, making a crisp and rhythmic sound, as if she was playing an invisible melody.

Every knock seemed to carry some kind of magic, making the surrounding atmosphere more tense and depressing.

Soma Sumire's voice was clear and calm as she continued, "Feng Feng, your name is like an insurmountable barrier that prevents me from predicting anything about you."

"Your appearance is like an unknown variable that breaks all my predictions and plans."

"You can't predict the future after Ichijou dies, because after Ichijou dies, Sakurada will fall into darkness."

Feng Feng's words hit Xiang Ma Jin's heart like a heavy hammer. Her eyes suddenly narrowed, as if she saw an unforeseen crisis.

The tense atmosphere that had originally permeated the living room suddenly became even heavier, and even the air seemed to be filled with oppressive silence.

Sumire Soma stood up, her figure seeming more ethereal in the mottled light and shadow.

She stared at Feng Feng, and a hint of surprise and anxiety flashed in her deep eyes.

His fingers tightened unconsciously, his knuckles turning slightly white, as if he was trying hard to control something.

"Ichijou... his fate would actually be affected in such a way..."

Sumire Soma's voice was trembling slightly, and her tone was filled with surprise and disbelief.