Chapter 1382

Until walking out of the newspaper office, Quill and Rocket Raccoon were still immersed in the shock of the situation in this world. The long interstellar journey made them knowledgeable. Although they had experienced many disasters, most of them were very crude and simple.

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Either the mother planet changed orbit and biological extinction occurred, or the sun flared and civilization was destroyed. Natural disasters in the universe were much denser than man-made ones. It was hard to imagine a race being directly transformed into another life form, and even being able to maintain the original social order.

This wasn't entirely wonder, but more like a sigh for curiosity, the so-called "absurd has the beauty of the absurd."

The two walked along the tree-lined path next to the newspaper office toward Central Park, New York. They didn't intend to go back to investigate, but just intended to pass through the park back to the city to find other possible clues.

But at this time, Rocket Raccoon turned his head toward one side of the road and let out an exclamation.

"What is that?"

He asked like this, but didn't wait for Quill's answer before jumping off Quill's shoulder and running to the other side of the street. Quill had to interrupt his train of thought to chase him, because he only had this one animal partner left now.

But after crossing the car and running to the other side of the street, Quill gradually stopped in surprise. Next to the street trees near Central Park, New York, he saw a little girl—golden hair, brown eyes, not very pretty, but a little girl of this age is always cute.

"Good heavens, a living person!" Rocket turned his head to look at Quill, but his hand pointed at the little girl and said: "Survivor!"

The feeling of seeing one of his own kind here was really too good. Quill swallowed his saliva, trying hard to suppress his impulse to rush over, because this scene was very bizarre. He didn't think such a weak little girl could survive in this kind of disaster.

He hurriedly grabbed Rocket Raccoon's tail, threw him back onto his shoulder, and then slowly walked toward the little girl. When he walked close, the little girl discovered him, but showed a puzzled expression, followed by terror.

The little girl took a few steps back, seemingly wanting to run away. Finding that she seemed to have some sanity left, Quill couldn't care about much else. He rushed over and grabbed the little girl's shoulder. The little girl started struggling desperately. Just as she turned around, Quill was so scared that he let go.

There were two clusters of tentacles growing on the little girl's back.

Just at the position slightly below her shoulder blades, on both sides of the spine, two wing-like tentacles grew, but for some reason, they didn't seem to have fully developed. The number of tentacles was very small, they wouldn't move, and there was no such disgusting slime.

The quiet tentacles didn't look much better, they were still just as disgusting, but Quill had already been able to gradually adapt. The little girl didn't seem to have language ability, just screaming in terror, wanting to break free from Quill's grip.

Quill saw his figure reflected in her innocent pupils, but they were full of terror. The little girl's struggling movements became more and more intense. Quill cursed in a low voice and then said: "She might be stimulated... Rocket, help me, we have to make her quiet, forget it!"

Finding that his animal partner, whose body was too small, couldn't help at all, Quill remembered that he had just evolved another hand. He had been using the hand that still existed to hold the little girl before.

But when that invisible hand suddenly touched the little girl's shoulder, some kind of connection that didn't belong to human communication methods was built. Quill saw some pictures rush into his mind.

This was a quite novel communication experience, very terrifying, but it also seemed logical, just like speaking and listening, like an instinct he was born with.

Quill shook his head and let go, but the little girl didn't run anymore. She stared at Quill with big eyes, her eyes full of confusion.

"She seems to want to talk to you." Rocket Raccoon poked Quill's cheek and then turned his head to look at the little girl and said: "I'm afraid it's not the kind of communication method we usually use."

Quill took a deep breath, cleared his head a bit, and reached out that invisible hand again, forcefully placing it on the little girl's shoulder.

Memories surged like a tide, but not every time this sentence appeared, the tide behind it was beautiful times, Quill thought like this, but he tasted a hint of warmth from those terrifying scenes.

Jennifer Marvey, the little girl thought she was called this name, and then one day, half of her father's body turned into a tumor, and tentacles grew out of her mother's head and waist.

Jennifer thought she was crazy, although she was crazy to begin with. When she was about 5 years old, she was diagnosed with childhood depression and suffered from a quite rare insomnia.

She could only sleep for about 4 hours a day, and it was split up. She could only shallowly sleep for less than an hour at a time. Rather than sleep, it was more like a hazy nap with her eyes closed.

The doctor said that this might be related to damage in a certain area of her brain, but this disease brought Jennifer great pain. She would be sleepy, tired, but couldn't sleep. The disease, besides torturing Jennifer, also tortured her parents.

Jennifer finally went crazy, she thought so herself. Although she wasn't old, she already had some independent thinking ability, so when she saw the image of her parents and the neighbors were exactly the same, she felt that she should be crazy. After all, there were early signs.

Jennifer's messy thoughts filled Quill's mind. He really wished he could pry open this little girl's brain and tell her "you're wrong," but he also felt this fact was too cruel.

Jennifer accepted the crazy scene of this world at an unimaginable speed, and agreed with her parents locking her at home, because she felt that going to the street to see more monsters would only make her crazier.

But her parents still loved her very much. Every Monday afternoon, taking advantage of everyone going to work, they would let her go to the yard to sunbathe.

When the memory proceeded to here, Quill saw a familiar figure. This figure usually appeared in interstellar traffic bans. He sat in Yondu's pirate ship, looking out from the porthole, observing a demon god being beaten up with a special telescope.

"Sorcerer Supreme Ancient One." Quill read out her name, and there was a hint of trembling in his tone. The fact that Ancient One might be on the same planet as him was even more terrifying than him staying here with thousands of monsters. He had seen too many demon gods beaten into slag.

Quill saw Ancient One stop in front of Jennifer, her expression seeming very puzzled, but when Jennifer's parents, who had turned into monsters, rushed out from the door, Ancient One hesitated for a moment, flew over and picked up Jennifer, then turned and left, while Jennifer's parents were waving their tentacles and shouting behind.

Following Jennifer's vision, Quill saw Ancient One carry Jennifer to a temple located above Central Park, New York. That might be a base she created out of thin air. This Sorcerer Supreme certainly had such ability.

Jennifer kept crying and shouting, but at the same time felt curious about Ancient One. Quill could feel her confusion—if I am crazy, then why didn't this person in front of me turn into a monster in my eyes?

Jennifer asked Ancient One, but Quill knew they were thinking the same thing when he saw Ancient One's expression. Sometimes, ignorance is bliss. The truth is too cruel, adults might not be able to accept it, let alone such a small child.

Ancient One hugged Jennifer and told her she could take her to a new world, where there were many children about her age, learning magic in a place called Kamar-Taj.

No child in this age group could resist the temptation of a magic school. Jennifer was indeed attracted, and started asking Ancient One about Kamar-Taj constantly.

Ancient One prepared food and hot water for Jennifer. Jennifer ate a little, but felt very uneasy.

Quill could feel that she seemed to be missing her parents, but her intelligence was actually enough for her to distinguish that the current situation probably wasn't what she thought before, so Jennifer didn't cry or make a scene, but quietly ate the food in small bites.

After eating and drinking, Ancient One wanted to coax Jennifer to sleep. Jennifer babbled a lot of messy medical terms to her.

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But this little girl couldn't remember those complex pathology and medicine names. Quill could feel that Jennifer's purpose was to tell Ancient One she was sick, but Ancient One clearly didn't understand.

Quill found that he was thinking the same thing as Ancient One again. Ancient One thought these strange actions of Jennifer were actually because she was frightened, so she thought even more that she should have a good sleep.

Quill saw from Jennifer's vision that Ancient One held her in her arms, and a hazy light flashed on one hand. Quill recognized that it should be a concentration spell.

He had also dealt with some non-god magic creatures before. Because they didn't have the unique abilities of the god race, most of the magic power of these creatures was borrowed, and bearing this power inevitably required paying a price, so they really needed some concentration spells to shield the pain and let themselves have a good sleep.

Quill guessed that Ancient One might have also cast a small spell. It looked like she wasn't doing this for the first time. Judging by Ancient One's description of the situation in Kamar-Taj before, Quill inferred that this Sorcerer Supreme might often use this move to deal with those energetic calves who didn't go to bed on time.

Accompanied by the dreamlike brilliance, Jennifer finally fell into a deep sleep. This might be the longest sleep she had ever had. Quill estimated it might have exceeded 8 hours.

Then, the disaster happened.

The terrifying attack descended on Jennifer. The longer she stayed in this world, the crazier the attack would be. Jennifer hadn't faced the attack head-on because of her special insomnia, but that didn't mean the power of the attack hadn't been accumulated.

Ancient One's wrong move caused Jennifer to fall into great danger. The little girl's body and spirit were too fragile. Facing the suddenly descending terrifying attack, she didn't even have a chance to mutate before facing death.

Quill saw Jennifer's hazy vision trembling violently. She should have been convulsing all over, foaming at the mouth. Ancient One's slightly panicked face appeared in Jennifer's peripheral vision. Judging by her eyes, she probably already knew what was happening.

But Ancient One calmed down at a speed Quill couldn't imagine. After hesitating for only a moment, she stretched out a hand to touch Jennifer's brow.

"No!

" Quill shouted in his heart.