Chapter 121: Vast Love (10,000 Words)
In the No. 3 court, all twelve people were still.
Their bodies were still on the court, but their souls had gone elsewhere.
All props could not be used in the empty netherworld.
It was like entering a dream. No matter how the world in the dream was turbulent and how the world changed, the real body was just sleeping.
Styx ferry.
The captain of the first legendary team, Luo Yan, had this ability.
Once used, it would teleport a group of souls to a certain netherworld.
Whether it was the evil eye of the crown, the transportation of objects of the two yin and yang, or those powerful individuals...
Their abilities would also be ineffective.
Under the Styx, the referee's eyes could not fall here.
The game of the hell ball turned into a pure physical fight.
But if it was just a game of souls, such a duel would not be considered a desperate situation.
The most terrifying thing was the breath of the netherworld.
Those who were blessed by the ferryman could master "breathing" in the Styx.
Not being swallowed by the school of undead fish.
Those who are not blessed will continue to sink in the Styx. Until - enter the real hell.
So Luo Yan actually wanted to say to Fuxi, the captain of the homesick, at the beginning:
"Do you know why the hell ball is called the hell ball? Because I can summon hell."
This is not an exaggeration, but an objective description.
It's just that Qin Ze predicted the content of the lines in advance.
This made Luo Yan very angry.
After all, in the country of competition, after everyone's abilities are limited to the same frequency band, he is an invincible existence.
He is the first person under God.
He is rarely disobeyed.
But at this moment, the water rises, and Luo Yan is in a better mood under the embrace of the black and white Yama.
Under the turbid water of the Styx, several duels with doomed results are taking place.
Black Deer vs. Ling Aozhe.
Snake Girl vs. Akas.
Photographer vs. Li Yuanba,
Centipede vs. No. 4.
In Luo Yan's opinion, there will be no suspense in these duels.
Just like the fifth duel, he vs. Fuxi.
Although the water of the Styx was very turbid, Luo Yan could still see countless vengeful spirits reaching out from the depths of the Styx, trying to pull Qin Ze's body and sink it to the bottom of the river and into hell.
On the light boat, Luo Yan squatted on the edge of the light boat and gently touched the surface of the Styx with his fingers.
Ripples appeared.
On the surface of the Styx, waves spread out.
Under the surface of the Styx, huge chains rushed towards Qin Ze like a dragon entering the sea.
Qin Ze held his breath and swam desperately towards the top of the Styx.
His purpose was very clear. As long as he swam above the Styx, he could fight Luo Yan on the light boat.
Even if he had to face the Black and White Impermanence, which was a disadvantageous situation of one against three, he still had a slight chance of winning.
Because he had been staying in the Styx, he had no chance of winning.
He felt the horror of the Styx.
Various negative emotions began to pour in.
These negative emotions seemed to have weight, making Qin Ze's body heavier and heavier.
The hands of hell extending from the bottom of the Styx became more and more numerous and longer. The more Qin Ze swam upward, the longer these hands stretched.
Just like a predator in the Styx, chasing its prey madly.
But there was always a distance between the two. Although Qin Ze's mind kept emerging with the lonely scenes of his childhood and youth, and the various things after his father's death...
But his obsession with winning and losing was extremely strong.
Especially, when negative emotions accumulated to a certain extent...
Qin Ze's innate talent took effect, completely clearing out the negative emotions and entering an extremely calm state.
This was the first time he was so grateful for his talent.
His cruising slowed down from the beginning, but suddenly became faster again.
This was an extremely magical scene. Among the many people Luo Yan had seen, there had never been such an example.
What Luo Yan saw were the souls of the living, who were getting heavier and heavier in the Styx of the dead, and eventually had no destination and drowned at the bottom of the river.
But he had never seen Qin Ze like this, who could swim upstream.
"Interesting, so interesting, how did Fuxi get rid of the shackles?"
Luo Yan said it was interesting on the surface, but there was a little fear in his eyes.
Of course, he was in control of the situation.
Because Qin Ze was about to face the Styx Chain.
In the process of floating up, Qin Ze finally saw the bottom of the boat.
But at the same time, he also saw the huge chain rushing towards him like a spear.
Without time to dodge, Qin Ze's body was instantly pierced.
If it were in reality, such a piercing would be enough to kill Qin Ze on the spot.
But at this time, Qin Ze was in a spirit state.
The center of his spirit was pierced by the chain, and a gap appeared.
At this moment, countless complex negative emotions made Qin Ze's whole body become extremely heavy.
He began to sink.
But Luo Yan did not let Qin Ze go.
"Spirit bodies cannot die, but once they sink into the ground, they will never be able to return to the human world. Once the Styx opens, it will end in an hour."
"But by that time, they must have already returned to the ground."
"The other four spirit bodies will be taken care of by the four team members. Fuxi, I am more merciful than them."
Luo Yan enjoyed such teasing.
He said mercy, but more chains were generated from the ripples.
Continuously hitting other parts of Qin Ze's body.
The chains penetrated Qin Ze's shoulders and knees.
There were five chains in total, like five evil dragons, devouring Qin Ze's spirit into pieces.
But the broken spirit still struggled to swim upstream...
"I can't die here..."
Qin Ze's consciousness had begun to become turbid, but he felt despair for the first time.
What a powerful opponent this was.
He was like a mayfly in a river, trying to challenge the owner of the river.
He seemed so overconfident.
Finally, as the spirit continued to break, countless negative thoughts poured in...
Qin Ze's mind was full of desperate cries, the wailing and screaming of strange spirits from hell.
His inner obsession - not to die here, was like the sound of mosquitoes in a noisy vegetable market, so subtle that it was inaudible.
His body finally couldn't float up.
Instead, it began to sink rapidly.
He seemed to hear a faint cry from Ling Aozhe.
"Qin Ze, I can't remember..."
I can't remember. It's quite unexpected that when his consciousness is more turbid than the Styx, Qin Ze actually realized what Uncle Ling meant by "I can't remember".
He still remembered that when he saved Uncle Ling, he told him to keep thinking and pondering.
Think about why Ling Hansu left this memory in your mind.
What is her purpose.
After learning that Nuwa's treasure is luck, it is in himself and Qiao Wei, Qin Ze still feels...
The real treasure is not luck, but the secret left by Ling Hansu.
That may be a secret that Qiao Wei doesn't know.
It is a secret that can let everyone know the truth of the world.
But at this moment, Qin Ze guessed... Maybe Uncle Ling is also experiencing drowning.
He can't remember.
And he can't float up.
Bubbles spewed out of Qin Ze's mouth and nose.
He completely lost consciousness.
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Somewhere in the Styx.
The spirit of the black deer is slightly different from that in reality.
In reality, it is a pitch-black male deer, but its antlers are human palms.
In the Styx, in the spirit form, the black deer stands on two feet.
On the palm-like antlers, a human face emerges.
This is the original "soul" of the black deer.
Earlier, the "human" element in the spirit was more than the "deer" element.
But as the old calendar form opened, as in the country of competition, he gradually realized that he would become a slave of the god of competition forever-
Humanity, self, and soul are constantly melting.
The "human" part gradually collapsed and gathered at the palm-sized area of the antlers.
And the monster part occupied various parts of the body.
Qin Ze faced a boatman who could summon the chains of hell.
And if Ling Aozhe wanted to swim up and float to the surface of the Styx...
He had to defeat this black deer in the depths of the Styx.
This is undoubtedly extremely difficult.
Because no one has Qin Ze's talent.
As negative emotions continued to accumulate, Ling Aozhe himself became extremely heavy.
He attacked Black Deer several times.
In the Styx, it seemed that everyone had lost their abilities.
But the balance system was still in effect, and this dark land was still standing in the country of competition.
So Ling Aozhe actually had the strength to fight Black Deer.
Here, the competition was about whose soul was stronger.
If there was no Styx, if there was no favoritism from the boatman, the outcome would be unpredictable.
But there is no if.
Black Deer had the blessing from the captain, the boatman Luo Yan, and it could breathe freely in the Styx without being affected by negative emotions.
This effect would last for thirty minutes.
And thirty minutes was definitely enough for him to completely defeat his opponent until he fell into hell.
It was only a few minutes, and Ling Aozhe was already overwhelmed.
A large amount of Styx water poured into his body, and the boundless, frenzy-like negative emotions and the painful roars from the dead bombarded his mind.
He fought with Black Deer for three rounds, but was defeated in advance because his body kept sinking.
Feeling the heaviness of his body, the negative emotions that were pouring in crazily...
The last thing Ling Aozhe could do was to keep thinking.
He wanted to try his luck.
He always thought that his luck was still on him.
He kept thinking, how could a lucky person like him die in such a place?
"I have seen a world that ordinary people have never seen..."
"My experience in the past few days is more exciting than my previous life..."
"I can't die here, my daughter must exist!"
Ling Hansu must exist!
So what is so special about the memory she left behind?
Ling Aozhe tried his best to think, but he couldn't think of it.
All the memories in his mind were gradually losing color.
He recalled every bit of his time with Ling Hansu. As a father, he let Ling Hansu ride on his neck.
No matter how busy he was, as long as Ling Hansu called and said "Dad, pick me up from school", he would go without hesitation and put down the things at hand immediately to pick Ling Hansu up from school.
He even thought about cooking for his daughter himself. Even though his wife's cooking skills were obviously better.
But he couldn't tell whether these memories were real or fake...
He also couldn't understand, if the memories were false, why did they appear?
Why have I become a bug in this world?
To be killed and erased from the world?
Time was so tight that a revolving door of images flashed by frame after frame.
But he just couldn't find the meaning of the answer.
Just as his consciousness was about to fade away, Ling Aozhe showed a relieved smile.
This stubborn old man no longer tried to fight against Styx, but shouted with all his strength:
"Qin Ze...I can't remember..."
He couldn't remember, and he didn't know whether this was a failure to Qin Ze.
I don't know if Qin Ze can hear the cry in this river of Styx.
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Number 4 frowned slightly when he felt his body falling into the River Styx.
He did not look at the huge monster Centipede made of countless spiritual bodies.
The centipede-like body looks terrifying, but No. 4 has seen many old creatures that are a hundred times more terrifying and abstract than him.
No. 4 frowned because he immediately thought of his current situation.
Being a genius and a calculator, he guessed that he was now in some kind of spiritual state.
My group was dragged into a strange area by the other party's boatman.
What he didn't expect was that as a mechanical life form...
The soul is still the human soul.
why?
At this moment, No. 4 felt a little disgusted with himself.
How weak are human beings?
In his human stage, he had seen the ugly side of countless people.
He still remembered when he was trying to give his sister immortality... Those people looked at him like they were a sick person.
He hated the stare.
After finally successfully opening the old calendar form, No. 4 thought he had escaped humanity.
Finally becoming a mechanical life means that many irrelevant things about being a human can be easily forgotten.
Humans are a very weak species and their memory is extremely limited.
Number 4 remembers that her sister once said:
"Brother, I really don't know how to answer your question."
"Why? This is just a question for the first year of high school. Aren't you a college student?"
"Hahahahahaha, let me tell you, the peak of human academics is in the year of college entrance examination, and it won't be good after that. I have forgotten a lot of things in my sophomore year. I am a history major, and you asked me to teach you History is okay, just let me go in math.”
At that time, No. 4 was surprised.
He always believed that humans should remember something and never forget it.
That’s why in literature, there is the word eternity, and the love and family affection in it can be unswerving.
He believes that many people cannot remember it at best, but once they remember it, they should not forget it.
It turns out that humans still forget.
A few years later, my sister died. At her funeral, No. 4 felt so uncomfortable.
This is not his own sister, just a neighbor's sister.
One time, my neighbor’s drone broke and he threw it in the trash.
Four picked it up and fixed it.
Then he returned the repaired drone to his neighbor's house.
The neighbor's sister opened the door.
"You fixed it by yourself? How did you do it? You are really a little genius."
From this time on, No. 4 became friends with her sister.
He kept calling her sister. But in my heart, I don't regard her as a pure sister.
He also has his own little thoughts.
However, it is always hidden deep in my heart.
Parents always ignore No. 4 because they are too rational and eccentric, and their research is too different from their peers...
Number Four is actually not popular.
But my sister is very good to No. 4.
Four has always loved his life.
One day, he read a book that said that people must love something specific to avoid falling into nothingness.
He was thinking, maybe this is what people call the anchor?
What he thought of was his sister.
But many years later, my sister died.
At her sister's funeral, Four said nothing.
His world collapsed. He didn't want to endure the soul-rending pain at all.
He wished he could forget all this.
But human beings are very funny things. It’s hard for them to remember things. Even if they remember something, it doesn’t last long.
But they really have to deliberately forget something, but they still can't forget it.
With the advent of the calendar, Four saw the possibility of breaking away from humanity.
He wants to become a mechanical life, and wants to be free to remember whatever he wants to remember and forget whatever he wants to forget.
But the real reasons are not these.
After getting the calendar and witnessing the strange arrival in person, No. 4 wanted to dig up his sister's grave.
"I will take you to mechanical immortality."
He said to his sister's tombstone in surprise.
But all he saw were corpses that had long since rotted to the point where only bones were left.
And the people who greeted him were looking at him like he was a pervert.
There is no flesh and blood, only bones. How can she be resurrected?
Number Four doesn't care about people's opinions, all he cares about is the crazy thoughts in his mind.
He had a clear idea. First, he had to turn himself into a mechanical life, as a guinea pig, and successfully complete the experiment before he could proceed with the next operation.
So, Martyr No. 4 began his "evolution" journey.
When he finally turned into the old calendar form and finally became a mechanical life, No. 4 was very happy.
He could easily delete those painful memories.
He could also easily and faster than before remember all the things he wanted to remember.
Most importantly, he was one step closer to achieving immortality and mechanical ascension.
But at this moment, in this muddy and yellow Netherworld River, No. 4 saw a scene that disgusted him.
He was still the same as before.
He was still human!
His soul was still a fragile human.
The centipede attacked No. 4.
No. 4 fell into great self-doubt, wondering if his research was wrong?
Did he still hide an unbearable, emotional soul?
Did he doubt that he had never dared to delete some painful memories for so many years, and always kept some things irrationally...
Was he still attached to his human identity?
He was so painful that No. 4 didn't care about the centipede's attack on No. 4.
More and more negative emotions kept pouring into No. 4's mind.
No. 4 shouted loudly:
"Go away! Go away! Go away!"
"Delete the memory! Delete the memory!"
It was meaningless. He was still a human soul. In the spirit form, there was no mechanization.
In the past, he could easily detect all kinds of abnormal memory invasions when facing various mental attacks, and then delete them.
But now, he couldn't delete the surging negative emotions. The memory of his sister's death should come again and again.
He didn't care to speak, which would make the turbid Styx water pour into his body more violently.
It was like a king whose city had been completely broken, shouting loudly to protect him.
But he was no longer a mechanical body, and he could no longer build any defense.
No. 4's body became heavy.
Centipede mocked:
"I don't even need to attack you, you are already in a state of collapse, what a fragile soul."
No. 4 heard the mockery.
But he couldn't respond anymore.
His consciousness was trapped at his sister's funeral, unable to escape from the environment he dared not face.
His spirit is falling into hell.
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The snake girl is swimming very fast.
Among all the battles, it is not the easiest for the centipede to face No. 4.
The snake girl's battle is easier than expected.
After the ferryman or the boatman summons the Styx, there will occasionally be a "dead zone".
The more negative emotions a person has, the more likely he is to become food for these undead.
The area where the snake girl is located is the area with the most dense undead.
In the eyes of the snake girl, among the few people, Acas is the trump card in the open sense.
He is the most powerful existence, and she is ready to fight with Acas in the Styx.
With the breathing ability given by the boatman, she is confident that she can defeat Acas, although the process may not be smooth.
But what surprised the snake girl was that Acas had bad luck.
There were no large numbers of undead in the Styx areas of other people, but there were a large number of undead at the place where Acas appeared.
When Acas was swimming in the Styx, the hands of the undead had already dragged Acas.
His body, which should have been extremely agile, became extremely heavy even without the influence of negative emotions.
The snake girl looked down at the netherworld army underground, and didn't even dare to approach Acas.
She was afraid of being affected.
"Poor man, you have already surrendered before I felt anything in this battle."
Countless hands from hell wrapped Acas layer by layer.
Acas was like a piece of meat, sinking into the lake and being eaten by countless fish.
In the end, his spirit body sank into the dark mud, only a line away from hell.
The snake girl was not careless. She wanted to watch Acas sink into the mud little by little, and only leave after he completely entered hell.
This was originally the order given to them by the boatman.
Of course, in the snake girl's memory, there has never been a soul that can turn back after touching the muddy area.
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All four battles were defeated in a one-sided way.
Only Li Xiaohua's side, contrary to the norm, showed the possibility of victory.
The reason why the photographer is called a photographer is because his face is full of eyes, eyes in the gaps between his fingers.
Just looking at such a picture, there is a feeling of voyeurism.
And when he was a human, he was indeed a sneak photographer.
He loved to take pictures under women's skirts, and more often, he made fake news.
Relying on the pictures he took, after a certain degree of processing, he gained gimmicks and traffic.
For example, when a couple kissed, he would describe it as a kind of taboo love, or simply give the woman the identity of a married woman, and the title would probably be "Married woman xxx had an affair with someone".
He enjoyed the joy of making up rumors.
He enjoyed the feeling of making up stories and creating a new world with a camera.
So his old calendar form is so abstract.
However, the old calendar professional photographer, after all, is to control the flow.
And the photographer in the form of soul is very weak.
Although the body is still the form of a photographer, the human part is very small, but this soul is fragile.
On the other hand, Li Xiaohua is one of the few spirits that is stronger than the flesh.
When the arm of the undead continued to stretch out and tried to drag Li Xiaohua, Li Xiaohua directly tore off the arm of the undead.
When the water of the Styx was brought into his breath and the negative emotions began to be continuously infused, Li Xiaohua slapped himself on the forehead.
It was as if the powerful palm pressure slapped the water of the Styx out of the spirit.
After the slap, Li Xiaohua's eyes were angry, like a violent god of war who was not bound by any weirdness.
He is the beast in the Styx!
This man who can always follow Qiao Wei to various god-valued territories is unimaginably powerful!
It seems that from the inside to the outside, from the flesh to the soul, it is full of domineering!
The photographer and Li Xiaohua, one is like a escaping fish, and the other is like a ferocious torpedo.
The speed and strength of the two people should be the same.
But the momentum shown by Li Xiaohua makes the two seem to be not on the same level.
The photographer realized that this was a being with a powerful soul.
This person's strength was above his own!
He didn't dare to face Li Xiaohua.
Just like the fictional god of war Li Yuanba, Li Xiaohua showed a posture of killing gods, bearing the shackles of the undead, bearing a heavy body, and approaching the photographer through thorns.
Also approaching the lake.
"Even if you can beat me, your speed is not faster than mine!"
"Even if you are full of fighting spirit and courage, you can't really be unaffected by the will of the undead!"
"Your partners will not be as strong as you, they will soon sink into hell! My partners will come to support immediately!"
Indeed.
If it is just facing the photographer, even if he is under the heavy effect of negative emotions, even if he can't breathe normally.
Li Xiaohua is also confident that he can rely on his strong personal ability and momentum to force his opponent.
But this will inevitably take some time.
And if his teammates lose, then it will be meaningless for him to win this battle alone.
What's more, above the Styx, there is the owner of the Styx.
At this time, Li Xiaohua was just barely trying not to put himself in a disadvantageous situation.
But it was not at all to say that he was in an advantageous position.
He swam upward with all his strength, and his speed was extremely fast.
Although he had a clear understanding of the situation in his mind, Li Xiaohua had an advantage.
That was to not think about things that he couldn't figure out, and a journey of a thousand miles began with a single step.
Whether it was to defeat ten thousand enemies or to kill a thousand people, it had to start with the first opponent.
"I can't care so much. If I fall into the hands of the boatman today, I will admit it, but I will also take someone with me before I die!"
With this mentality, Li Xiaohua began to fight back with all his strength!
In fact, the degree of ferocity was like the most powerful evil spirits in the Styx!
There was no hesitation in his eyes, and there was no wavering in his heart.
"If the female devil was here, she would definitely be able to sweep away these demons and monsters!"
"Although the female devil is not here, her man is here!"
This was a very strange feeling. Li Xiaohua had actually just met Qin Ze not long ago.
But inexplicably, she had a sense of trust in Qin Ze.
Not only Qin Ze, perhaps from the first game, Li Xiaohua had expectations for all the Nostalgics.
These guys who carry heavy wishes cannot end up in the Styx!
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"One, two, three, four... Well, the fifth one has not been solved yet, which is not surprising. The foreign aid who suddenly joined seems to be one of the two people who won the equestrian competition not long ago."
"In the competitive country, there are always some very powerful variables. But the premise is that they do not participate in the hell ball game."
Luo Yan said with a leisurely look.
Although there is still a battle, the winner is not decided, but in Luo Yan's view, this game is no longer suspenseful.
He still squatted by the lake, watching the sinking figure of "Fuxi".
This is a one-sided battle, which is also the situation Luo Yan expected.
People without "breathing skills" will only become more and more cumbersome in the Styx.
Spirits that are not ferried will eventually sink in hell.
Of course, there are exceptions.
Just like when a person is seriously injured and dying, it seems that he can see familiar people.
This is the blessing of the soul.
In layman's terms, it is what people say: I seem to see my grandmother.
But this situation is extremely rare.
How slim is it to meet a key soul among so many dead souls in the Styx. Countless dead are like sand in the vast desert. How lucky is it that the dust that happens to know you, the dust that happens to be willing to protect you, happens to be nearby, and happens to be in this river area?
Such a possibility is very small and almost negligible.
But for some reason, Luo Yan found something strange.
"The Styx, something is wrong."
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Consciousness is falling endlessly.
Number 4 can no longer feel the attack from the centipede.
He was just trapped at his sister's funeral and could never get rid of it.
He watched the people around him cry and laugh, and watched that there was only a black and white portrait of his beloved, and realized again and again that someone had left him forever.
The misty drizzle is like the sadness of others, and the endless turbulence and indulgence are the pain of Number 4.
He wanted to delete his memory, and wanted to throw all the huge sadness into the recycling bin.
But he couldn't do it.
Number 4 was in great pain. He thought he would go to hell with such pain.
Perhaps, this is hell.
But just as he thought so, the touch of the misty drizzle suddenly disappeared.
The rain did not stop, but an umbrella appeared above Number 4's head:
"Long time no see, how come you are still the same as before?"
Number 4 was stunned, and all the pain seemed to stop in an instant.
He raised his head in shock and looked at the somewhat illusory figure.
The world around him continued, crying, people talking, and children's noises continued.
It was like a single loop of mourning music.
But Number 4 could no longer hear it. He and the woman who suddenly appeared seemed to exist in another world.
"Sister?"
"I am the source of your pain, but you have never deleted me."
The sister said with tears in her eyes and smiled.
Number 4 didn't know how to respond. He thought it was an illusion before death.
He tried to reach out and touch it, afraid that he would touch nothingness.
But the sister took the initiative to approach, allowing No. 4 to feel the real warmth of the living.
"No matter how the machine covers the flesh and blood, no matter how your computing ability advances by leaps and bounds, your soul will never grow again, and it will still be the same as it was back then."
"I'm sorry, brother, I didn't know that my death would bring you such pain."
"I didn't know that your soul was still waiting for me."
When the sister said this, she suddenly threw away the umbrella in her hand, and then hugged No. 4, who was still a teenager.
No. 4 was at a loss for a moment, but as a spirit, he had something in his eyes that had not appeared for a long time.
It was a tear.
"I have always thought that I understood you. But I overlooked one thing, I overlooked your care for me and your love for me."
No. 4 finally asked the doubts in his heart:
"Sister, why are you here?"
"Because someone told me that you are here."
"Who is that person?"
No. 4 had more questions.
But the elder sister shook her head and said:
"That's not important anymore. What's important is that I want to take you out of here."
"Brother, the soul is still human, this is not a sad thing."
The elder sister loosened her arms and held No. 4's hand.
In the endless pain, No. 4 suddenly felt that his body became lighter.
"If you really become a machine, then you will lose human emotions. To you, I am a memory that should be deleted."
"But you haven't deleted it, right?"
No. 4 did not respond.
Indeed, when he had a mechanized body, the chip in his mind told him more than once to delete the memory of someone.
That was a memory that would make him indulge in pain, that was a kind of... weakness.
But No. 4 never deleted it.
He hated being a human, but on the other hand, he was afraid that he would no longer be himself after losing something.
The old calendar form, after all, is the abandonment of human identity.
"Brother, thank you. I really feel the love."
"Some people say that only when a person is completely forgotten by everyone, he is truly dead."
"But I didn't expect that I would be remembered forever in someone's mind."
Sister said this, took a deep breath, stared at No. 4, and said seriously and sadly:
"Don't give up your human identity, don't forget me! That way, I can truly live forever!"
"You will find a new balance. Before you achieve perfect evolution, please find an anchor that can hold your humanity."
The world has completely changed.
The funeral scene with no exit suddenly became turbid.
The wailing of the evil spirits stopped abruptly, and the surroundings were no longer the pictures in the memories, and the water of the Styx was still muddy and yellow.
The boy who was about to sink into the ground suddenly opened his eyes.
At this moment, he seemed to anchor his human identity again.
His soul was growing little by little.
The "sister" who was led by an unknown soul made No. 4 reconcile with his human identity at the last moment.
He suddenly remembered that he became a mechanical life in order to keep his sister alive forever.
But after becoming a mechanical life, he also lost some of his "human" elements.
He began to reject himself.
He began to pursue absolute rationality and higher computing power.
In this process, he forgot his original intention.
With the disappearance of the anchor, the chip in the brain also kept issuing the command of "deleting sister".
But he refused again and again.
But No. 4 didn't know how long he could refuse.
He had gradually lost his "human" identity and turned into an old calendar monster, a mechanical life.
And today, when he was immersed in the Styx, he realized that he had been trying his best to retain the characteristics of a human.
The soul is still a human soul.
As a mechanical life, he hated his human soul, so he fell into self-collapse.
But not long ago, the undead "sister" who was led by someone made No. 4 remember his original intention.
"Only as a human can I remember her forever!"
When this reconciliation is accomplished, Four seems to re-anchor the human element of himself.
He suddenly opened his eyes, no longer confused!
His eyes were so sharp that the middle part of the River Styx, like a centipede floating in the sky, suddenly felt a sense of crisis.
The next second, the arms of countless undead were broken, and No. 4's body suddenly became light, swimming upstream at an extremely fast speed!
At this moment, Baizu felt as if he had seen a monster!
"Impossible! How did you master breathing?"
Baizu couldn't believe what she saw, and No. 4 didn't know what happened.
But everything seems to be related to the mysterious man who "led" my sister to appear.
But now, he doesn't want to think about the reason. What he has to do is to defeat the enemy in front of him!
As they come to terms with themselves, Four's spirit seems to continue to grow.
Centipede waved its long, centipede-like body, trying to stop No. 4.
But No. 4 didn't dodge at all, just like an arrow, it went straight towards Centipede.
The collision in the water caused huge twists and turns.
Baizu's body shattered instantly.
Countless spirit bodies are actually "parts", the shells Baizu uses to cover his own body.
Now that this shell has faded away, No. 4 sees the incomplete centipede.
The body with hundreds of hands and feet was gone, and what appeared in No. 4's eyes was just a deformed body with missing arms and legs.
Because of deformities, mutilated limbs, and being looked down upon by others, the first thing he did after having the old history was to take revenge on society.
After degenerating into the old calendar form, his obsession also gave him enough "limbs".
It's just that the part of the spirit body is still a incomplete limb.
In this regard, Number Four is somewhat similar to Centipede.
But the nature is completely different. In order to remember a person, No. 4 forcibly killed his own growth, and his soul will always stay in the way he was when he was a teenager attending a funeral.
Baizu stopped growing because she was jealous of others and disgusted with the world.
So when Baizu first saw No. 4 with mutilated limbs in the stadium, he stared at No. 4, thinking he had found a toy to play with.
In other words, I thought I had found a target to show off to.
But the two are actually very different.
Although one does not grow and stays in place, it always has a complete soul.
Although a person has been corrupted by monsters and has more and more monster parts in his soul, the human part is always incomplete.
The balance of victory and defeat was still tilted in the opposite direction. Only then did Baizu remember that No. 4 seemed to have never looked at him in the eyes from the beginning to the end.
It became angry and tried to control the broken spirit body to launch an encirclement and suppression campaign against No. 4.
But No. 4, who has mastered "breathing", is obviously the more powerful party at this moment.
Number 4 held the centipede human spirit part by its neck and swam towards the top of the Styx at an extremely fast speed.
He wants to win the game. Even if he reaches a reconciliation, even if he no longer hates the human part of himself, he still has to win the game and find the place where he is welcomed and needed.
"Even if you are lucky enough to master breathing! Your teammates are already dead! By the time the Styx summons ends... you will be defeated due to insufficient numbers!"
The deformed giant baby-like centipede roared, and No. 4 didn't care at all.
Thinking of the mysterious person who brought his sister’s soul, No. 4 said softly:
"They won't lose."
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Akasi's body was falling endlessly.
When the mud and river water poured into his body, his body was already too heavy to stop his fall by swimming.
But I don’t know when...
The undead arms that were pulling Acas no longer pulled Acas.
There is only endless darkness around.
This is the muddy area of the Styx, where many unwilling spirits hide.
This is the entrance to hell, and countless evil spirits are like beasts in the darkness.
Akasi no longer struggled and could not struggle.
He could only let the darkness swallow him completely.
But just when he completely gave up resistance, he suddenly heard a sentence.
"Acas, have you brought my suicide note?"
"And mine, I'm from the Mist Walker Team, Acas, do you still remember me?"
"Why do you ask such boring questions? Akasi has just arrived here now. What you should be asking is, isn't it how the Land of Chaos is doing?"
"Yeah, how's the situation in Chaos Wei Land?"
"Has the country we expected appeared? Is our death worth it?"
"Are we, the guys in hell who are unwilling to remain silent, heroes?"
Questions came from the border of hell, like human voices heard from the entrance of the abyss.
Akasi's whole body was shaken, and the drowsy feeling completely disappeared.
Mistline, what a familiar name.
Of course he remembered Fog Xing.
Of course he remembered that when the revelation in the sky was divided into two, the team was divided into the fog team and the thunder team.
Everyone only had a 50% chance of surviving, so the high priest asked a group of people to go into the thunderstorm and a pair of people to go into the mist.
Put both prophecies and revelations into practice.
At the crossroads of fate, Akasi chose the Thunder Team.
And when they managed to survive and were waiting for the next revelation, Akasi also understood...
The entire Mist Team was wiped out.
He guessed that he had really gone to hell.
How else could we hear the voices of those who have passed away?
"I have brought the suicide note. I have brought everyone's suicide note! As long as you tell me your name, I can recite the contents."
Akas responded to the darkness around him.
This sentence caused a moment of silence, followed by a relieved laugh.
"Thank you, Akas. How is our country doing?"
Akas said:
"Our country has been freed from the curse, and our wives and children are no longer bound to the space where stability is maintained."
"Our people no longer have the fear of life and death, and we no longer have to live in fear. We will never disappear for no reason again!"
At some point, there were choking sounds from around me.
"That's great...that's great. Then our death will be worth it."
"Yes, yes... Even though I am dead, my children and my wife will no longer worry about dying in the turbulence of time."
"I don't have children or a wife, but I'm so happy for you."
Many familiar voices sounded in the dark underground.
Tears as turbid as the Styx also welled up in Akasi's eyes.
If the end of life is to end up in hell with these comrades who have experienced life and death decisions together, then at least this journey will not be lonely.
He seemed to have gained some energy, and his voice became louder and louder:
"Each of your names are in the huge monument of the Kingdom of Luanwei. No matter where the Kingdom of Luanwei will move to in the future, no matter how the world changes, you will not be forgotten!"
"The country of Chaos Wei will usher in a prosperous age, and you who sacrificed for this prosperous age are all heroes!"
"Every bit of courage you exerted when you made your decision has not been abandoned. They will be passed on to every living person in the country of Chaos Wei..."
"The future of the country of Chaos Wei, and the prosperous age of the country of Chaos Wei, will surely be what you expect!"
The cries in hell are finally no longer just wailing and mourning, pain and resentment.
At the entrance to hell, those members of the Mist Walker team who had died in the decision were crying with joy.
Even if they become souls in the Netherworld, they have been waiting for a result.
Waiting for the news of breaking the curse in the land of chaos.
Now, under the guidance of one person, they have waited for that result. They gathered at the entrance to hell and actually saw Akash's arrival.
But they did not welcome Akasi.
In other words, it's not the right time yet.
"Thank you, Akas, we got the message, but you don't belong to us."
"Yes, let's talk about the welcome ceremony later."
"Acas of the Thunder Team, please wait until the Kingdom of Chaos and Wei finally arrives in its heyday before you die. We will continue to wait for news from you in hell."
Countless hands that were supposed to drag Acas into the ground instead chose to hold up the turbid and heavy soul.
Countless hands of hell propped Acas up.
It's like a countercurrent erupting from the depths of hell!
Akasi's body is moving backwards.
"Fog Walker Team obeys orders!"
A rich voice sounded, that was the commander of the Mist Walker Team.
"Arrived!" Countless members of the Mist Traveling Team responded uniformly.
In the depths of hell, these spirits seemed to have returned to the eve of their death.
"Send Acas to the River Styx! Even if our souls are gone!"
"Yes!" The sonorous reply was full of the consciousness of going to death.
The evil spirits of hell put on their battle robes again at this moment.
After this order, Akasi felt that there seemed to be thousands of troops running in the darkness!
The essence of Arkasi is still a living being. As long as the living beings return to the River Styx, they will return to the human world when the ferry is over.
But the undead are different. If the undead swim too far away from hell... they will die.
But for the Mist Walker Team, it's nothing more than dying again.
Akasi's eyes filled with tears, and an ugly expression appeared on his handsome face.
He thought he had long looked down on life and death, but at this moment, when he was redeemed by those who had died... he couldn't hold back the sadness surging in his heart.
The riverbed began to shake, symbolizing the muddy area at the entrance to hell. Suddenly, the muddy sand turned the yellow Styx into even more turbid.
Like a thick gray mist rising in the distance.
And in the gray mist, a large group of undead were rushing towards them with the force of gold and iron.
The snake girl, who had already determined that Akasi was dead, suddenly turned around, her pupils shrank suddenly, and she couldn't believe what she saw.
What a weird scene.
The guy who was supposed to be devoured by the undead was like an evil ghost from hell, leading thousands of troops behind him and launching a sprint towards the human world!
The snake girl's figure is so huge, but under the torrent of undead, how small!
Among the many duels, the showdown between Snake Girl and Akasi is the least suspenseful in Snake Girl's opinion.
Akasi didn't even have time to defend himself before he was swallowed up by the turbulent flow of undead.
But now, everything is reversed.
The snake girl didn't even have time to resist before she was swallowed up by the turbulent flow of undead.
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Qin Ze and Ling Aozhe are still sinking.
A spirit body was pierced by chains and shattered.
One is wailing hugely, using the last remaining heat of his life to illuminate his daughter who only exists in his memory.
"How could I die here?"
Ling Aozhe was so unwilling.
How he wanted to solve the mystery about Ling Hansu.
He wanted to know what Ling Hansu had left for him.
Such a powerful existence, an existence that is feared by the whole world, a person who is just a trace of life and is feared by the old calendar...
Why do you want to leave a memory between father and daughter in your mind?
He couldn't figure it out, and his confusion was getting heavier and heavier just like the negative emotions in his body.
The body is getting closer and closer to hell.
But at this moment, Ling Aozhe suddenly asked himself:
“Why should it make sense?”
He remembered that Han Su would cry loudly when he peed his pants when he was a child.
I remember when Han Su was a child, she would cry loudly when she was bullied.
No matter how much my mother coaxes me, it's useless. I have to coax me as a father.
A daughter is her father's little cotton-padded jacket. When the father works hard for his daughter, the daughter will also give her father warmth.
He still remembered one time when his daughter called him and cried to him. She was on the top of the Bianwei Building in Linxiang City. She was crying and thanking her life. She seemed to be overwhelmed by life and wanted to jump off the building.
But when death was imminent, she still called the suicide helpline.
Saved by the kind operator.
Ling Aozhe was thinking that her daughter must have been very sad at that time, right?
What has she experienced? Why can't she think about it?
These memories kept flooding into Ling Aozhe's mind, and in the end...
He suddenly understood that it didn't need to be meaningful.
A father doesn't need to be meaningful to remember his daughter.
A daughter's desire to be remembered by her father does not need to be meaningful.
"Qin Ze, I can't remember..."
Ling Aozhe screamed as he fell into hell.
"But I don't regret it. This weird world shows that my daughter needs me!"
“Why should it make sense?”
"In your eyes, she is the ruler of the old calendar and a big shot. But in my eyes, she is just my daughter!"
"Daughters are born to complain to their fathers, and daughters are born to be coquettish with their fathers!"
"Maybe at the end of her life, she just wanted me to remember her?"
"Each of us has someone we absolutely don't want to forget, right?"
Heilu heard these words, and Qin Ze on the other side also heard them.
Perhaps it was the luck in the body that allowed the pair to have some kind of resonance and connection with each other.
Qin Ze heard these words.
Yeah, why should it make sense?
Why does Ling Hansu, the master of the old calendar, have to leave a memory with some kind of secret?
If you fall into despair, you will also think of your father, right?
Ling Aozhe on the other side seemed to realize that this was the end of his life.
He used great perseverance to push away those heavy negative emotions and shouted with all his strength:
"Qin Ze! I don't know what that memory is. She left me too many memories. I really don't know which one is the most important. But for me, every memory is important! "
"The world wants to kill me! So many people want to kill me. But I won't doubt myself anymore!"
"It doesn't matter if I can't remember it! It doesn't matter even if I don't know why she gave me this memory!"
"How can I be a mistake! I am her father! I want to live! I am the evidence that she existed! I want to live! She cannot be wrong!"
"What father would let his child's efforts to prove turn out to be a mistake?"
Ling Aozhe really had no choice.
He wants to live, but he is an ordinary person in the true sense of the word.
He couldn't defeat Black Deer, and he couldn't stop himself from sinking into hell.
All he can do is believe in miracles.
When a person is about to drown, he will definitely grab everything he can and use all means to survive.
And in the end, the only one Ling Aozhe could catch... was Qin Ze.
Only this young man carried him from the torrential rainy night to a foreign country.
Every word of the unwilling shouting was passed into Qin Ze's broken spirit body.
Yes, how can a father let his children turn out to be wrong when they work so hard to prove it?
Qin Ze thought of Qin Han.
The man who constantly praised himself but kowtowed to others.
He was clearly in school, apologizing and bending over, and being ridiculed, but when he returned home, he praised himself:
"Son, you are right! They are really afraid! When you grow up, you must also learn to use legal weapons to protect yourself!"
Qin Ze still remembers Qin Han's smile at that time.
Qin Han kept this clumsy lie hidden until his death.
Because it is impossible for a father to let his son make mistakes.
Qin Han is already dead, and Qin Ze has no way to come back from the dead.
The gap between life and death is too thick. Even in the weirdest world of the old calendar, there is still a wide river of Styx.
But at least...at least let Ling Aozhe survive.
What is the secret left by Ling Hansu? That may not be a mystery that can be solved now.
That may not be important at all. Maybe everything is really just a great existence. When she was about to die, she chose to confide in her father, longing for this world. Is there anyone who can remember her?
Or, being remembered itself is the piece of the puzzle.
But that doesn't matter anymore.
The important thing is that he wants Ling Aozhe to survive!
It was also at this moment that Qin Ze's inner sadness and anger broke through the extreme value.
On the quiet court No. 3, the twelve people were still motionless.
The bodies that carried their abilities and the props on the bodies could not be used.
But there was an exception.
That was the watch that established a connection with the soul.
The pointer of the watch was spinning rapidly.
The dial began to break and the pointer began to twist, as if some huge force was destroying the prop.
But the prop itself was still working.
The speed of the pointer's rotation was so rapid.
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In the audience seat No. 3, Qiao Wei, who was somewhat lonely, raised her head, as if she had sensed something.
The calendar she hid in her robe glowed faintly.
"The power of great perfection..."
When a certain power of great perfection is released, the old calendars around will also be sensed.
Qiao Wei did not expect that Qin Ze had only obtained the calendar for three weeks, and at most, he had only reached the level of great perfection more than ten times.
But he had already reached the level of great perfection.
She smiled, but there was a bit of loneliness in her smile.
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Great Perfection.
In Qin Ze's career, there was only one Great Perfection.
That was when he was sweeping the graves. It was also on that day that Qin Ze met Ling Aozhe.
One was worshipping his father, and the other was worshipping his daughter who never existed as a father.
That was the first time they met. Before that, Ling Aozhe had only seen Qin Ze's information as the chairman and expressed his liking for the young man.
But the two had never met face to face.
That Great Perfection was because Qin Ze's emotions broke through the extreme value when he saw his father.
And this time, his emotions broke through the extreme value because he wanted to protect a father.
But this time... Qin Ze's source of power was still that man-Qin Han.
When the spirit body is broken, when the body returns to the bottom of the Styx, when you fall into hell...
This means that death is coming.
And that Great Perfection gave Qin Ze a death immunity.
[Great Perfection Blessing·Guardian of the Dead. ]
[Guardian of the Dead: No duration limit, even if it ends today, it will still take effect until you die, and it will be consumed. And help you get out of trouble.
Death includes death due to illness, death due to aging, accidental death, death due to battle, and death due to rules. 】
At the moment when Qin Ze experienced death, the blessing of the dead also took effect.
Under the effect of the watch, the huge force of luck also began to play its role, with Qin Ze's emotions as the driving force... Let the guardian of the dead have a more vast effect.
Qin Ze's broken spirit was pieced together in hell by a man with eyebrows and eyes that looked quite similar to him.
And the next second, the man hugged his child.
"You have grown up and met many powerful partners."
"I am really happy for you."
The man did not stay for too long. The calendar gave him the ability to save his child.
And the watch amplified this ability...
At this moment, this man named Qin Han, under the dual blessing of the great perfection of the old calendar power and the power of the watch, was like a god.
In the process of repairing Qin Ze's spirit, he also came into contact with Qin Ze's memory.
He lamented that his son was really a genius, and even his experience was so much more magical than his own.
And the next second, he disappeared.
He appeared next to a woman's soul:
"Your brother is trapped on the day of your funeral. Do you want to see him? I can take you to see him."
The woman was incredulous. In the endless darkness of death, she never thought that she would see her brother alive again.
After doing all this, Qin Han disappeared again.
At the border of hell, he gathered countless good men who died for their country.
"Don't let his journey end so early. Hell is not a good place. So, I beg you to stop him."
So there were thousands of troops from the country of Luanwei, charging in the Styx.
Just as introduced in the Great Perfection, in addition to avoiding death, it will also help the calendar owner get rid of the dilemma of death...
There is no doubt that Qin Han did it.
It's just a pity that he didn't find the soul of the master of the old calendar.
Because he didn't see Ling Hansu's appearance in his son's memory.
But it's enough. Even if the calendar is perfect, with the watch that can transform luck into a special energy, Qin Han won't have much time.
During the process of Qin Ze's consciousness being pieced together...
Qin Han said to Qin Ze:
"Although you must want to be immortal once, so that I can accompany you forever and watch you...but child, isn't your father here to help children overcome difficulties?"
"Besides, you are all good children. Carrying such a heavy wish, you have defeated so many powerful enemies. It's very handsome!"
"I believe that you will grow into a towering tree that I need to look up to."
"Now, go and defeat that little boatman. He is just a boatman who ferry people across the Styx, but he thinks he is the lord of hell. I really don't like him."
"Hell hides the horror that even the gods dare not touch, but he thinks he can control it?"
"But in the future, you can only deal with these guys you don't like by yourself."
"Xiao Ze, Dad loves you, but I have to go."
This is Qin Han's last words.
After this sentence, the dead who protected everyone also used up the power of the dead to protect and returned to the darkness of the muddy area.
When Qin Ze opened his eyes...
A miracle really happened.
He originally thought that he was "commissioned in a time of crisis", but when he saw the familiar smiling face submerged in the darkness, Qin Ze understood everything.
This is not a mission in a time of crisis, this is a skill that is more powerful than the skills of a temporary worker.
The repaired spirit body seems to have more power than before.
Qin Ze did not say much, he just felt a little grateful and regretful in his heart.
Originally thought that he could rely on not dying and stay with that man forever.
But now, all this can only become a regret.
Qin Ze began to swim hard to somewhere.
On the Styx, Luo Yan seemed to have noticed something wrong.
He kept slapping the surface of the Styx in panic, and he couldn't figure out how a dying person could turn the tables!
Why did such a magnificent vitality suddenly emerge under this panic and darkness?
He kept slapping the water surface, hitting countless ripples.
Countless chains once again hit Qin Ze like a dragon entering the sea.
But Qin Ze seemed like a ranger who had been traveling in hell for a long time. He completely ignored the obstacles in the water and was faster than the most ferocious ghosts.
He quickly found Ling Aozhe and dragged him out of the mud at the entrance of hell.
And the black deer seemed to be excited as if he saw prey.
Ling Aozhe was not challenging enough for the black deer.
The black deer did not expect that someone could be so fast.
"You are worthy of being the captain of this team!"
It thought so. If it defeated Fuxi, it would be a great honor.
But soon, the black deer found that the battle was over.
Its enemy was not Fuxi at all.
The light boat on the Styx was extremely fast.
Luo Yan felt a certain fear.
Walking in the Styx often, he lost his fear of life and death and had a feeling that he could dominate hell.
He even asked two guards, his companions with bad taste, to become the Black and White Impermanence.
But he had never felt hell.
Now, Luo Yan's inner fear drives him to use his abilities constantly.
The face that was whiter than the dead became even paler and morbid.
Countless chains were constantly born from the ripples of the Styx, trying to smash Qin Ze's spirit.
But he never thought that these indiscriminate attacks would penetrate the black deer.
The counterattack of the Nostalgic Team started at this moment!
This suffocating duel is about to usher in unexpected changes.
The first one to rush out of the water was Akas, who was lifted up by countless dead souls.
Around Akas, countless dead souls with human outlines turned into ashes in an instant.
In endless anger and sadness, Akas took advantage of the momentum of riding the waves and ran towards the lonely boat!
On the other battlefield, Li Xiaohua twisted off the head full of eyes on the peeper's spirit.
This man code-named Li Yuanba is the only one who has never been at a disadvantage in the whole duel.
When he felt the surge of the Styx, Li Yuanba's momentum was so strong that the photographer was unable to move.
The next one was No. 4.
Compared with the powerful Akas and the unparalleled Li Yuanba, No. 4 seemed quite stable.
He no longer had the emotional breakdown at the beginning.
Whether it was defeating the centipede or floating on the surface of the Styx, he seemed to be at ease.
On the left and right sides of the light boat, Akas and Li Yuanba controlled the Black Impermanence and the White Impermanence respectively.
When No. 4 appeared, the speed of the fast-moving light boat began to slow down.
Luo Yan couldn't believe how it was possible that everyone in this group of people had received the blessing of the dead?
Everyone just happened to master the breathing technique in the Styx?
Some of them even had mud on their bodies. People who entered the hell zone... could actually survive?
He was terrified, but he didn't dare to jump into the water.
He was afraid of the underworld.
As a ferryman and a boatman, he let countless people drown in hell, but he was afraid of hell itself.
But obviously, his fear could not change his ending.
The guy who could not be stopped by countless iron chains seemed to reach out his hand from the depths of hell!
The Black and White Impermanence were restrained.
The speeding light boat was blocked.
Finally, Qin Ze had the opportunity to launch the final attack.
When he saw the hand, Luo Yan was frightened and screamed:
"Get out! Get out!"
He stretched out his legs to kick Qin Ze's hand away, but was grabbed by Qin Ze.
Then Qin Ze pulled hard.
The boatman who was on the light boat, overlooking hell leisurely, finally fell into the Styx!
"Go to hell!"
The water of the Netherworld River poured into Qin Ze's body, but his spirit body did not see any turbidity.
He never knew what Qin Han did to him when he left at the end.
But he knew that those who fooled others into hell would be swallowed by hell!
The water of the Netherworld River was so cold.
Luo Yan naturally mastered the breathing technique, but he still felt suffocated.
Qin Ze pushed Ling Aozhe up with one hand and pressed Luo Yan's neck with the other hand.
Then he suddenly fell down and pressed Luo Yan into the depths of the netherworld.
The huge impact made the mud explode like mud mist.
But this time, there were no thousands of troops.
What awaits Luo Yan is only endless darkness.
When Luo Yan's body touches the muddy area, which is the border of hell...
Countless dark arms stretch out from the muddy area, and in just a moment, Luo Yan's body is torn into pieces.
The spirit is completely broken.
Qin Ze looked at the skylight at the top of the Styx, and then looked at the mud under his feet. He waved his hand and said his final goodbye to a certain man.
The battle between the Homesick and the First Legend, the winner is the Homesick team.
The processing at the end is a bit rough, mainly because I can't write anymore, I will revise it later.