Chapter 242

It would only take a moment for the whole world to become a slaughterhouse.

Whether in Area B or Area C, there are teams of dead clearing teams roaming around, eliminating players who should not be resurrected on a large scale.

They were already losers who had been eliminated after several rounds of games. Even if the God of Fate gave them another chance, their chances of winning would be pitifully slim.

Opposition voices and resistance from the weak are not allowed or seen.

If you cannot obey the will of the powerful and continue the game, the result of struggling will only be death.

In the past, Yitu felt that watching his relatives and loved ones die in front of him was a cruel thing.

And now, he found out that he was wrong.

The cruelest thing in the world is to watch your loved one die in front of you for the second time and still be unable to do anything.

He watched the lovers killing each other, and the man cried bitterly while holding the woman who had come back to life, until his lover's body gradually became cold and without a trace of warmth.

Yitu watched countless similar tragedies unfold silently, and his heart no longer felt anything.

He never thought of himself as a good person, but on this day, he really was a bad person.

He and Jiang Hanyu were also members of the cleanup team. They dealt with these players numbly and expressionlessly as if they were dealing with garbage.

Every time he killed an innocent life with his own hands, he could feel something being pulled out of his body.

Faced with the pleas and cries of men, women, young and old, watching familiar or unfamiliar faces splattered with blood, then twitching and falling to the ground and dying.

They no longer need extra emotions, no need for pity or love, as many things have been destroyed in the endless killing.

The body is the container of the soul, and the soul is the container of the mind.

If anyone could see it, they would be surprised.

Thoughts become strings of data, countless messy codes.

The game forced them to abandon their humanity, and all they did was to survive.

Such cleaning work is not difficult, although they do not receive any extra pay.

After the order of this world was completely restored, it was only around four or five in the afternoon, and the sun was hanging halfway up the mountain.

All the players dispersed and the streets soon became empty.

There were no piles of corpses, nor any bloodstains; they had been cleaned up so thoroughly that they created the deceptive illusion that nothing had ever happened.

Jiang Hanyu took off his black leather gloves and threw them into the trash can.

In the light, the fingers of those hands were slender, the knuckles were distinct, and they looked pale, bony and sharp.

Yitu stood there staring blankly, like a beautiful machine that had lost the ability to think, until the hands were extended in front of him.

Yi Tu raised his head belatedly and saw Jiang Hanyu's handsome face without any expression.

"Can you hug me?" The man's voice was so soft, so soft that this simple request seemed too much.

Yi Tu took a long time to react. He didn't expect that Jiang Hanyu's first words to him would be like this.

There were no words of comfort, no words of persuasion, he was just asking for a hug that was readily available.

Yi Tu finally reacted. He realized belatedly that he had made Jiang Hanyu wait too long, so he hurriedly held onto those strong hands.

As soon as it was handed over, Yitu was pressed into the man's arms with great force.

The two pairs of hands hugged Yitu tightly like iron arms, making his bones ache.

But he didn't cry out in pain. He just buried his face in Jiang Hanyu's chest, feeling that they were indeed by each other's side.

The temperature was rising and the soul was reviving. Yitu couldn't help but have tears in her eyes.

With everything he is going through now and everything he will face in the future, he is not actually afraid of being so fragile as to cry.

He just felt like he was almost suffocating in this depressing environment.

It wasn't Jiang Hanyu who needed this hug, it was clearly him who needed to relax in his lover's arms.

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On the second day, the Day of Darkness, no one could become the Son of Light and obtain the power of the God of Darkness.

The fountain that continuously released negative energy dried up at the last second before the end of the second day.

This means that if you don't get the power of a certain god on that day, you won't have another chance later.

This resulted in a large number of players gathering at the miracle site on the third day.

Only a small number of them can make the huge stone bell start to rotate, revealing the golden door to enter the trial.

Yi Tu and Jiang Hanyu had been there once. Their game levels had reached level six, meeting the first screening criteria, but when they stood in front of the stone bell, they showed no reaction at all.

This means that both of them failed in this fateful trial.

Jiang Hanyu didn't think it was a big deal. He didn't want to go through any crappy trial in the first place.

But Yitu felt a little melancholy, lamenting that his own abilities were so mediocre that he had been eliminated for three consecutive times.

He and Jiang Hanyu said it casually, and neither of them took it to heart. They smiled at each other and let it go.

The trial of the God of Destiny lasted until the last hour of the third day, when the system's broadcast finally sounded.

"Congratulations to the non-local level 6 player, Plum Blossom King Ivan Gallagher, for successfully completing the Wheel of Fortune and receiving the God of Destiny's gift!"

Yitu looked up and met Jiang Hanyu's gaze, then suddenly said:

"Not Zoya."

The man was stunned for a moment, "Who is Zoya?"

Yitu thought for a moment and said briefly:

"I met her once when I was at the card room of Death Code."

"Her skill card seems to ensure that she remains immortal."

Zoya was one of the small group of people who actually entered the trial, but the candidate announced by the system now was not her.

This means that she died in the trial.

Jiang Hanyu was not surprised. What he did not mention to Yi Tu was that Sophia was also one of the candidates chosen by the God of Destiny.

These two people obviously have similar characteristics, namely the ability to resurrect or be immortal.

But unfortunately, even Sophia was not one of the seven most special ones.

None of them came back, never to return.

On the fourth day, the arrival of death seemed so quiet that Yitu even hesitated and stood by the window for a long time, but still found nothing wrong.

Jiang Hanyu also stood beside him well, and there was no sudden and terrifying incident of him disappearing.

"Because order was restored on the third day, this day is a day of peace?" Yitu asked.

Jiang Hanyu nodded, "Well, maybe someone has disappeared, but we didn't notice."

The cleanup work on the third day seemed to be completed, but they did not have specific data on how many people entered the Easter Egg Game and how many people were resurrected that day.

If someone is good at disguising or changing his appearance, he can actually escape the pursuit of the cleaner.

However, there are only a handful of players with such abilities, and they pose no threat at all.

So Ariel didn't care and turned a blind eye, letting them survive.

And on the fourth day, the day of death, some people will also disappear.

Of course, no one still cares about these things, and most of their attention is focused on the new miracles that have appeared.

The miracles created by the God of Death are not in the center of Area B, but in Area A where the divine power is more concentrated.

Only players with a game level of five or above are eligible to enter Area A.

Area A is a doomsday wonder built on ruins. There are no modern buildings and no unobstructed roads. Even at night, players cannot live there.

The divine light enveloped the area, as if a sacred and inviolable barrier had been cast down.

When Yitu entered Area A for the first time, there was nothing there except the dazzling crystals all over the ground. It was so empty that it made people feel a little overwhelmed.

Now when he entered again, he was surprised to find that those colorful crystals seemed to be growing and had piled up into a hill dozens of meters high.

In mid-air, a dim light from the scepter held by the God of Death shone onto the top of the crystal hill.

There stands a pitch-black stone tablet, carrying a hint of desolation and loneliness.

Jiang Hanyu held Yi Tu's hand tightly, revealing a bit of fear and panic.

Yitu looked up at him, their eyes met in mid-air, and everything was said without words.

The appearance of the stone tablet made Jiang Hanyu no longer able to remain calm and composed.

He knew Yitu. Perhaps it was destined that this would happen from the moment Yitu chose to enter the card room of Death Code.

Even Yitu never imagined that he would see the death tablet again.

Xu Heng was buried at the foot of the cliff where the stone tablet was erected, dominated by an emotion beyond his control.

The strong and surging impulse made Yitu's will waver.

How could Jiang Hanyu not see the entanglement and discomfort in his lover's eyes? The choice was just another choice of separation.

The figure of Jack of Hearts appeared silently behind his master, his eyes revealing a bit of loneliness, slowly falling on the stone tablet.

The two were silent for a long time, so long that Yi Tu almost felt suffocated, before he heard Jiang Hanyu's slightly cold voice.

"You've decided, haven't you?"

This was not a question, Jiang Hanyu understood his dilemma.

Yitu just felt uncomfortable and his heart ached.

But in this case, men will only feel more pain than him.

"I'm sorry." Yi Tu lowered his head, and his hands holding Jiang Hanyu gradually loosened.

Although no one mentioned it, Xu Heng's death has always been a knot in his heart that he cannot untie.

There were too many people and things in his heart, and Jiang Hanyu was undoubtedly the most important one, but he couldn't do it and bet everything on it like Jiang Hanyu did.

He couldn't say anything except sorry.

The man did not try to persuade her to stay, he didn't even give Yi Tu a hug.

He just stood there, his gray pupils reflecting Yitu's aggrieved face, and said in a numb voice:

"You know I won't stop you."

"If you want, I will always be your strongest support, but..."

Yi Tu's heart trembled, and he felt that he had to do something to stop Jiang Hanyu from saying the next words.

That was definitely not an ending he was willing to hear or accept.

"Hanyu, can you please not say that..."

Yi Tu was at a loss for the first time, but Jiang Hanyu still put aside the unfinished words.

"But Yitu, I beg you, if I come back this time, can you give me back a Yitu that belongs only to Jiang Hanyu?"

Yitu was stunned when he heard this, blinked his sour eyes, and whispered:

"What?"

Jiang Hanyu raised his hand and touched his cheek, saying softly:

"Go ahead."

Yitu wanted to cry. She suddenly had the urge to let go of everything, to ignore everything and just be with the man.

The worst possible outcome is that we all die together. What is there to be afraid of?

But what if he could bring Jiang Hanyu back alive? What if he had even a one in ten thousand chance of success?

Yitu discovered sadly that he had to do this.

"What about you?" Yitu sniffed, his voice a little hoarse.

The man didn't answer him, but turned around and waved his hand, as if he didn't care much.

Yi Tu just watched Jiang Hanyu's departing back, and after a while, he dejectedly followed Xu Heng's steps up the mountain.