Chapter 108 Heart 1 "It is also possible that you have been treasured in...

Anrao wakes up in severe pain.

"Cough, cough, cough..." He coughed violently, and his chest felt as if it had been hit by a huge hammer a hundred million times, causing him to lose consciousness. Blood foam mixed with some fragments of internal organs kept pouring out of his mouth with his coughs. An Rao barely opened his eyes, and saw the familiar ceiling of the room in the amusement park hotel in front of him. Beside him was still the warm bedside lamp. He was looking for a familiar figure in the severe pain, and that figure was frantically trying to help him stop the bleeding.

"Don't worry," An Rao looked at Bai Chuan weakly. This handsome man who had always been cold and indifferent had a rare panic on his face. "No one will die in the amusement park. I can't die."

"But you're in pain." Bai Chuan's voice was terribly hoarse. An Rao could imagine that during the time when she was sucked into the bungee jumping machine, he must have been trying to wake herself up.

"It's okay, cough cough cough!" An Rao raised his head slightly and found that the bed sheet on his body was almost completely soaked with blood. "It seems that my condition is not very good."

"What happened?" Bai Chuan stared at An Rao and kept wiping the blood foam from An Rao's mouth. "I couldn't wake you up, and your whole body suddenly started bleeding, and then you woke up."

"Well, because I entered the game and then chose you in the game." An Rao didn't say anything else, just smiled weakly at Baichuan, and then started coughing desperately.

He coughed so hard that it seemed as if he was going to cough out all his internal organs. Baichuan quickly picked up An Rao carefully and asked him to lie sideways to prevent him from choking on the blood foam he coughed up.

"Blah." After another burst of painful coughing, a small white thing mixed with blood foam fell to the ground.

"Help me, help me pick it up and wash it clean." An Rao said weakly. His chest ached sharply, as if his bones had been broken into pieces.

Baichuan took a pillow and placed it under the head of the bed, then carefully leaned An Rao against the head of the bed. After making sure that An Rao could just see all his movements, he bent down to pick up the white ball mixed with blood on the ground, washed it in the bathroom, and handed it to An Rao.

"Is it a part of you?" An Rao sat on the blood-stained bed, his face pale and his hair silver, like a blood-soaked angel descended to the earth, so fragile that he could hardly be retained.

"Yeah, that's right." Baichuan brought the stone close to Anrao's eyes, "It seems that you were the boss in the last ride."

"It is also possible that you have been treasured in my body." After An Rao said these sweet words, he started coughing violently again.

Baichuan didn't dare to touch him casually, so he could only speed up the process: "Shall I go and put the stone together?"

"Yeah." An Rao nodded.

Baichuan stood up and held the four stones in front of Anrao, then carefully studied the patterns on the stones and put the freshly washed white stones on the top of the hollow man's limbs. From then on, the five stones formed a complete human figure with a head and limbs. Only a hole in the middle of the heart was missing to complete the whole person.

"Man, where is your heart?" An Rao joked, without a trace of blood on his pale face.

"Where is my heart..." Baichuan repeated this sentence. Before the two people could react, suddenly, the empty heart area of ​​the human-shaped stone lit up with a bright blue light. The blue light quickly enveloped the two people, and then instantly pulled them into the empty space in the stone that represented the heart.

After a dazzling white light that seemed like entering a game, Baichuan and Anrao found themselves standing in a place that was almost empty. The translucent black and gray color spread infinitely from near to far. There was no sound, and it seemed as if they had lost their perception of time and space. There was only a ball of blue flame the size of a bean hanging in the air before their eyes, burning on its own.

"What is this? Where is this?" An Rao looked at the ball of warm blue fire and inexplicably felt very close to it, as if it was an old friend he had not seen for a long time, making him want to get closer involuntarily.

Baichuan, who was standing aside, did not speak. In fact, the moment the stone representing the head was placed, countless fragments of memory floated up from the bottom of the sea where they had been dormant, and were pieced together with the previously broken memories. Baichuan remembered everything!

At the beginning of the universe, the omniscient and omnipotent god was born in the chaos of heaven and earth. He is the representative of heaven and earth and the supreme god. God travels through countless world lines, experiences and learns various emotions from various creatures, and then removes all the emotions he doesn't like, such as anger, sadness, jealousy, disgust, hatred, fear, etc. from his brain. However, the product of the main god will not perish. These negative emotions turn into a ball of black gas, slowly absorbing other negative emotions between heaven and earth, and gradually gaining intelligence and finally transforming into the evil opposite of God, that is, Dimon.

The gods discovered that the world was constantly collapsing because of the monsters' devouring and Damon's chaos, and the gods' own rules on monsters would inevitably lead to destruction because of the monster explosion caused by Damon, because gods and all things in the world have rules, but monsters do evil without rules.

In a certain world line, the god accidentally saved a pure and flawless beautiful white bird, and shed tears of sadness when the world finally collapsed. The white bird gained a soul because of the god's tears. The tear of the god slid down the feathers of the white bird, fell on the ankle of the white bird, and turned into a golden bracelet that tightly wrapped around the white bird's foot.

"Now that you have my mark, you will never be hurt again. Even if the world is destroyed, you will not be hurt at all, unless I die." Baichuan gently stroked the little white bird in his arms. This was a gift to him from another world that was on the verge of collapse, and it was also the desperate hope of the God.

In the long years that followed, the little white bird always followed Baichuan's footsteps, jumping and turning in every world line, shuttling back and forth constantly, but he was just a little bird and could not catch up with God's pace no matter what.

Every time the white bird jumped a world line, it would be polluted once, until the last world, when it finally caught up with the god. At this time, it had turned into a dirty and ugly little monster. Only the feather that had been splashed by the tears of the god remained white. Baichuan recognized it and gently held the ugly little monster white bird covered with pus-filled tumors in his arms.

"I will take good care of you." said the god.

The white bird, who has lost the ability to speak, receives the best care and the most perfect love in the world from the gods.

In this final world, the gods finally realized that suppression and destruction were meaningless. They gathered all the monsters together, set rules for them, and allowed them to hunt within the rules. The world finally survived.

It took the god a lot of energy to contain and control the monsters. Finally, at the moment of weakness when he had exhausted all his strength to subdue a giant monster, the god was attacked by Dimon, who had been dormant for a long time and slowly accumulated huge power. When Dimon turned around to kill the little white bird, the seriously injured god fell into Dimon's hands in order to protect the innocent little bird.

"I want to show you that only darkness and hatred can ultimately rule the world!" Dimon tore the god's body apart with a weird laugh, and screamed, "Since you like that broken bird so much and dote on it so much, I will let you watch him live in the world, abandoned by thousands of people and hated by tens of thousands of people!"

The god used his last bit of strength to use his heart as a container to contain all the monsters, including Damon. In the last moment before his magic power dissipated, he could only carve an invulnerable talisman on the lower back of the little white bird that had turned into an abandoned baby, and then turned the name "Anrao" into a piece of paper and stuffed it into the poor and thin swaddling clothes.

Even if the god was on the verge of dissipation, even if his body was torn into pieces and burned into a stone by the angry Daemon, even if his weak soul was locked in the deepest part of the heart in order to torture the god as much as possible, the heart of the god with supreme divine power still imprisoned the monsters and prevented them from escaping, but it was also becoming weaker and weaker due to Daemon's continuous disintegration.

Dimon transformed the heart cage into an amusement park, and began to deceive the world into coming in for the monsters to kill for fun, while gaining energy, fear, suspicion, resentment, fear, jealousy... Dimon's power continued to grow, until one day, Dimon brought An Rao into the amusement park, and also brought in the golden hoop on Bai Niao's ankle, that is, the young man named Su Ming.

Even gods cannot endure the pain that pierces their hearts and bones, but even if they have to endure the excruciating pain of their souls being torn apart, they have to tear off a wisp of it from their already broken and battered souls. After going through the torture-like restrictions set up by Dimon specifically for himself, which was not even one-tenth of the torture of being cut into pieces, the weak wisp of wandering soul finally fell silently in the amusement park, at the cost of losing all his memories and magic powers, and was born as a human. He lost everything, and when he became Baichuan, there was only one belief left in his mind: to find An Rao.

"Hahahahahaha!" A sharp and crazy laugh suddenly sounded, and soon the black whirlwind carrying an extremely evil aura appeared again, and the man who had gorgeous features but evil in his eyes and eyebrows appeared again.

"As expected of a pet raised by God, you figured out the game very quickly." Dimon clapped his hands jokingly and suggested sincerely, "This fire is the core of the amusement park and the source of energy that allows it to operate. Put it out and you can get out! Try it! It's easy!"

"Mad man!" Baichuan cursed.

"Good scolding, brother, but isn't this the core of the amusement park? Can you deny it?" A sinister smile appeared on Damon's lips.

An Rao slowly turned his head, his eyes calm as water, and looked directly at Bai Chuan, and asked softly: "This is you, right?"

Baichuan remained silent. He never lied to Anrao, but he didn't have the strength to say "yes".

"Since it's yours, it can't be damaged in the slightest." An Rao understood and looked into Bai Chuan's eyes very seriously. "As for how to destroy this amusement park, there must be other ways."

"How touching! It's a pity that there is no other way." Dimon suggested, "How about you, brother, tell him how to destroy this amusement park? I want to hear it, too."

"How?" An Rao sneered. "From your expression, I can tell that you want to tell me that it's just like those clichéd soap operas at 8 o'clock, where the only way to destroy this amusement park is to use Baichuan's life?"

"Then I'll tell you, in the eight o'clock soap opera, his lover will definitely risk her life to save him, and in the end, justice will triumph over evil, and there will be a happy ending!"

"Hahahahahahaha..." Damon burst into laughter after hearing An Rao's words. He laughed so hard that he fell backwards and even laughed until tears came out.

"Stupid human!"

"It's better than a monster like you!" An Rao retorted without showing any weakness. Then, he complained with a look of disgust on his face, "Trading one's life for an amusement park, this plot is too ridiculous and too clichéd. Don't you gods, ghosts, etc. have any creativity at all?!"

Dimon was about to retort, but he didn't expect Baichuan, who had been silent all the time, to suddenly pounce on the molten blue fire. Dimon also reacted quickly and immediately grabbed Anrao. His sharp nails dug into Anrao's fragile neck. Soon, blood flowed out from Anrao's white neck. The red color was particularly shocking on the pale skin.

"Brother, if you touch your spiritual fire, I will kill this little chicken immediately." Damon's voice was cold and no longer disguised.