Spirit Realm (End of Spirit Realm)

It was early spring, and the weather was still chilly. There were no bright colors outside the car window, and it was still bleak.

A vibrating hum filled the car.

On the passenger seat, the SWAT officer pulled out the evidence bag, took out his cell phone with the screen lit up, and exchanged glances with his colleague.

The latter nodded and pressed a device.

The SWAT officer handed the phone to the back seat: "Shi Xizheng, this is your call."

Shi Xi was huddled dejectedly in a corner of the back seat. It took the SWAT police calling him several times for him to come back to his senses.

There was an unfamiliar number on the screen. He stared at the phone for a long time until the screen went out.

Seeing that Shi Xi was clenching his fists tightly, the special police frowned slightly.

The opportunity to catch Shi Ximing may be fleeting.

Just as he was about to put his phone away, the screen lit up again, and it was the same number.

"You're not answering?" The SWAT officer looked at Shi Xizheng. "Then I'll answer it."

Shi Xizheng hurriedly said: "Answer it, I'll answer it!"

His fingers trembled as he slid the call button, and it was indeed his brother's voice on the other end of the line.

"Brother, we can't shut down the server, please don't shut it down!"

The huge rock that was pressing down on Shi Xi, making him unable to breathe, was finally removed.

Still alive, his brother is still alive.

"Brother, are you listening? Open the server right now! Do you know that shutting down the server will kill people?"

Once he calmed down, Shi Xizheng returned to his original self.

He glanced at the SWAT officer in the front seat out of the corner of his eye and said, "I don't know what kind of customs clearance is."

"How could you not know? You are the president of Guild Long Yan, how could you not know?"

"Ximing, I don't know." Shi Xizheng's voice became calmer and calmer. "Listen to me, my brother may not be able to come home for a long time..."

"elder brother!"

"listen to me!"

The other end of the line fell silent, with only the sound of rapid breathing.

Shi Xizheng closed his eyes and said, "Don't play games anymore. If you quit now, you can still save the situation. You did nothing wrong. Don't worry too much. No one will blame you."

"I'm not at home, so you can ask Auntie to accompany you. Remember to tell her that I'm busy with work. You should withdraw your salary from that card, you know.

"In a while... it's Qingming Festival. Remember to prepare everything when you visit your parents. They passed away so suddenly. It's my fault for not taking good care of you and for not fulfilling their wishes...

Holographic command center.

Shi Xizheng's voice echoed throughout the technical department, and everyone was silent.

"...Shi Ximing, please don't sing the Soul-Guiding Song again. I beg you."

A technician suddenly stood up and said, "It's a reverse code. He's communicating with Shi Ximing in code!"

Erhui's eyebrows twitched: "Can it be cracked?"

"...very difficult." The technician's voice softened. "This code is extremely flexible. Only the two communicating parties can decipher it. Anything from three digits to dozens of digits is possible. The probability of deciphering it...is infinitely close to zero."

"Useless! Cut off the communication!"

The sound of Shi Xizheng's steady breathing disappeared from the loudspeaker.

Erhui turned around and looked at another group of technicians: "Have you tracked the IP?!"

Then I saw the same embarrassed look.

"The phone number is real, and the owner has been found, but it's not Shi Ximing. Shi Ximing must have temporarily stolen the number using the most advanced cracking and encryption methods on the overseas dark web..."

"So what?!" Erhui's face gradually twisted, "Can't track Shi Ximing? Can't catch Shi Ximing?!"

Trash, all the dragon breaths raised by Wei Gang are fucking trash!

-

The phone was disconnected.

Another unfamiliar number dialed.

"You are being targeted. Your service is suspended."

After just one sentence, the other party hung up the phone.

Paopao stared blankly at the screen as it went out.

The money has already been paid.

The call lasted less than three minutes, but it cost a full one million.

If he had not deposited a reserve fund in his dark web account in advance for digging up intelligence, he would not even be able to pay the money.

But what he got in return was not the launch of the Soul-Guiding Song, nor his brother's furious scolding, but one heavy fact after another.

My brother was arrested and is no longer the president of Long Yan.

My brother said that even if we were at the end of our rope, we would never go home.

My brother said that my parents didn't die in an accident, but suddenly, just like other high-level players who died suddenly and secretly, they died in the game...

How... could this happen?

How is that possible...

Paopao huddled in the corner, hugging his knees. The immature boy finally couldn't hold back his tears.

-

An Rou felt like she had returned to the moment of her sudden death.

The sky and the earth were dark, and everything was in ignorance, which eroded her consciousness inch by inch.

Her eyes seemed to be open, yet also closed. Light filtered through her eyelids, covering her pupils like a nictitating membrane, shrouding everything in chaos.

As she was about to fall asleep, her nictitating membrane suddenly contracted.

A world shrouded in pure darkness came into view.

There was no sun, no moon, no stars. She knew it was dark, but she could somehow see the outline of a mountain in the distance, silent and desolate, like a tombstone standing tall against the sky.

Gradually, she saw a person.

A hint of white gradually emerged from the darkness, followed by a familiar figure and a familiar voice.

An Rou suddenly woke up.

Relieves pungent taste.

"That kid is really lucky, he has great luck."

Xie Xin didn't know who he was talking to, and with his usual smile, he said, "Even I'm moved. What about you?"

Xie Xin's outline became clearer and clearer, and finally he became a living person, even the hair hanging down from his forehead was clearly visible.

An Rou became confused.

Who is he talking to, me?

Who is that boy, Paopao?

Yes, Jie Xin brought two SSS-level ghouls. He wanted to parasitize Paopao, he wanted to feed Paopao to the ghouls, he... wanted to reap Paopao's luck and life!

An Rou wanted to sneer.

Another familiar voice sounded.

"who is she?"

"Who are you asking?"

"Ask you!"

"Ask me who I am? Oh, you've brought the stupidity of that world here again."

"An Rou! Who is An Rou?!"

Following the direction Jie Xin turned his head, An Rou finally saw Chu Mo.

An existence so faint that it cannot even be called a shadow.

He was like a wisp of very light smoke, floating beside Jie Xin.

An Rou was not sure, but the sound of ink removal did come from the smoke.

Or was it—she remembered the appearance of the rich soul when it first appeared—was it the soul of the ink remover?

Xie Xin's tone was filled with mockery: "Which An Rou? The precious An Rou that you tried so hard to hide, or the ruthless farm demon An Rou?"

Chu Mo: "I...are they, are they..."

Xie Xin: "Yes, they are both An Rou, the same person. What a pity! I was planning to let you kill her with your own hands before telling you the good news."

Chu Mo: "Impossible, how could she enter the Soul World, impossible..."

"Impossible?" Xie Xin laughed uncontrollably. "How is it impossible? Are you so stupid as to forget that you carry the luck of the Soul Realm with you? Are you so stupid as to think that the people around you won't be affected by the luck of the Soul Realm? Oh, right."

Jie Xin's laughter turned cold, like a knife, ruthlessly scraping off the armor that refused to break.

"Shi Xizheng is right, I've been in contact with you for such a long time, but I haven't been infected with the luck of the soul world. Tsk, if it weren't for you, I wouldn't know. Luck is a thing that gathers and disperses at the will of the heart.

"Chu Mo, the more you love her and care about her, the deeper the luck you bring to her in the soul world, do you understand?

"Her death in the game cabin wasn't an accident, it was inevitable. Her entry into Soul Society wasn't an accident, it was inevitable.

"All of this is your gift, and even more so, His gift to you. And you, ungrateful and ungrateful, chose to betray! Making you kill her with your own hands is His punishment for you!"

An Rou was confused.

What are these two people talking about?

The farm devil, are you talking about her?

Does she...know Chu Mo?

The smoke next to Jie Xin began to move and sink, as if Chu Mo had squatted down and curled up his body.

The smoke was trembling.

The sound of ink removal was also trembling.

"Impossible, I couldn't possibly bring her to Soul Society, I couldn't possibly not recognize her, impossible, impossible...

"You're lying to me, you and Him are both lying to me. He absorbed so much luck, he's fully capable of giving birth to her, a fake her!

"Yes, she is fake, An Rou is fake, there is no way I can't recognize her, there is no way I can't recognize her..."

Xie Xin laughed so hard that tears came out.

He bent down and looked down into the cloud of smoke.

"You're right. Fake is fake. You've been a human for over twenty years, but you haven't become a real person. You don't have a human heart, and you don't understand the fickleness of human nature.

"You even thought that after all these years, if you had the chance to meet her, she would still be that 18-year-old high school student, and you would still be that 18-year-old youth!

"Five years, five years since returning to the Soul Realm, and you still haven't forgotten that false identity, Yan Shou!"

Yan Shou...

Yan Shou? !

An Rou's heart was filled with shock and anxiety.

Yan Shou is Chu Mo, Chu Mo is Yan Shou? !

She couldn't help but want to repeat what Chu Mo had been muttering: Impossible, how could it be possible.

At this time, she saw Jie Xin raise one hand and gently place it above the smoke.

Perhaps, that was the head of the Mo-removing creature.

"Come back, join me.

"Humanity does not need an unfading myth, and the Soul World does not need two Sons of God at the same time.

"Return to my body, and bear His will with me!"

The cloud of smoke began to surge.

The blurred edges gradually become clear outlines.

Jie Xin's hand was placed on Chu Mo's forehead, forcing him to look up. His disgusting, dead face was filled with a sense of decadence.

His face began to change.

Sometimes it is ink removal, sometimes it becomes another person's face.

An Rou stared at it for a long time in a daze before she suddenly realized - it was Yan Shou's face!

"Yan Shou..."

It’s really Yan Shou.

Yan Shou, whom I haven’t seen for five years.

That face still looks the same as it did five years ago.

A dull, immature, and naive big boy.

The one who didn’t talk to her all day but could sit with her all day…her ex-boyfriend.

Jie Xin turned his head leisurely.

A hint of surprise appeared on his face, and then he smiled again.

Xie Xin grabbed Chu Mo's forehead with his five fingers, shook his head, and said with a smile: "See how much luck you gave her. She can still retain consciousness after coming to the Ghost Ruins."

Chu Mo's face was under Jie Xin's control, unable to turn his head. He turned his eyes with difficulty, forgetting to come over.

In the darkness, An Rou's misty figure gradually emerged.

An Rou met his gaze.

She could actually see her own appearance clearly in Chu Mo's pupils.

It was also a cloud of fog, a very light goose yellow color.

Likewise, she clearly captured the struggle hidden beneath Chu Mo's shocked face.

An Rou only felt a surge of alternating hot and cold air running around in her heart, leaving holes wherever it passed.

She wanted to say something, ask something.

But I couldn't utter a word.

Jie Xin could obviously see through her foggy state, and she laughed when she saw this.

"Surprise? Bitter? Sweet?

"It's inappropriate to meet an old lover and not say a word, right?

"An Rou, this is your last chance to talk to Yan Shou. Whether you hate him or love him, are you really not going to say goodbye?"

An Rou sneered, finding it funny.

"Xie Xin, you are very familiar with him, right?"

Xie Xin narrowed his eyes: "So?"

An Rou: "Then you should know what kind of person Yan Shou is. Hate? Love? Sorry to disappoint you, none of that.

"If I have to say anything, it's regret. Being with him for ten years is such a waste of life. I might as well have a dog."

-

"Second meeting, several countries have sent us inquiries, asking why we shut down the service. The Ministry of National Defense has also been calling, requesting to connect with you."

The leader of Dragon Breath Group 2 handed over the tablet while reporting.

Erhui stroked his gray eyebrows and didn't answer.

"I'm not shutting down the headquarters, why are they so anxious? Aren't Onigashima and Konggu still doing fine?"

"But... the servers for the Spirit Realm dungeon and the Cold Soldier City dungeon are connected, so Gar and Oli are very anxious."

Erhui curled his lips noncommittally, "Tell them to shut up if they want a piece of the Yong'an mission pie. If they have the guts, go develop a dungeon themselves."

Having said that, the suspension of service faces many unknown risks and cannot last too long.

Erhui then asked, "Xingce's surgery?"

Team Leader: "It's been going on for four hours and it's not over yet. The surgeon said... spinal fusion and separation surgery will take at least 12 hours. Furthermore, Zhan Xingce and the spiritual medium have worked together for over 20 years, and the nerve adhesions are too complex, so the success rate is only 10%."

Erhui nodded. "Looks like Xingce can't be relied upon. Where are the others?"

"Everyone has gathered at the Spirit Tower teleportation array. Once the server opens, we'll be teleported to Fengyu Temple immediately."

"Yes. The Yong'an mission has thrown the First Headquarters into a state of chaos. The higher-ups have made it clear that we can't give up."

In an emergency, the reason why Erhui was able to take charge of the holographic command center was, firstly, because he was familiar with the Soul-Guiding Song and was the most suitable person to do so. Secondly, he provided a solution immediately.

He had started preparing as early as when Zhan Xingce secretly led the joint team to the Spirit Realm.

Unexpectedly, the psychic dies suddenly, forcing him to use the riskiest of the three contingency plans.

——Shut down the Spirit Realm instance and force everyone to log off.

Erhui is a veteran of the game. He led the development of the Cold Soldier City dungeon 20 years ago and is well aware of many details on the technical level.

For example, after the server is started, the first step is to load the scene and props, and the second step is to load the game characters.

In other words, after the Spirit Realm copy is put back online, it is an uninhabited world. It takes about two minutes for NPCs and ghouls to appear, and finally for players to react and log in.

However, players logging in the latest is only for those who don’t know when the server starts.

In fact, players can log into the game after the scene is rebuilt.

Therefore, before the Spirit Domain server was shut down, the Second Association had already made arrangements in-game, mobilizing a large number of Spirit Domain expert players to guard the teleportation array. Once the dungeon was online, they would log in to the game immediately.

For experienced users, the login operation only takes 30 seconds.

It takes at most 1 minute to teleport to Fengyu Temple. At that time, no matter how high the level of the ghouls in Fengyu Temple is, they will not be generated, let alone attack the players.

The remaining 30 seconds are enough for the players who have teleported to the target to spread out, form a formation, and seize the initiative. Once the ghoul appears, it will be hit by countless high-damage skills.

He just didn't believe it. No matter how powerful a top-level ghoul was, could he be stronger than the Ghost King?

Erhui stroked his eyebrows again: "Give it the order, countdown one minute, start the server."

"yes!"

The team leader picked up the tablet and was about to contact the computer room when a message popped up.

He looked stunned: "Two minutes later, Chu Mo lost all vital signs!"

"Eliminating Mo? What does it have to do with him?" Er Hui suddenly thought of something and his eyebrows twitched. "He's in the Spirit Realm?!"

The two hurried out.

Unlike other guild members, Chu Mo's holographic cabin was not placed in the guild building, but in the basement of the command center building, which was closely guarded by special police.

The basement is four stories deep and can only be reached by a dedicated elevator.

When Erhui arrived, the medical team was bustling with activity. Indicator lights on various medical instruments were flashing rapidly, and four people were gathered around the gaming cabin.

"It's time for the second meeting!"

Someone yelled, and everyone around the game cabin backed away. The transparent hatch had already opened, revealing a man as thin as a skeleton inside.

He was so thin that his features could not be discerned, his bones seemed very light, and his arms floated on the surface of the holographic sensor.

There were needle holes all over the pale and shrunken skin, and a transparent tube extended from the wrist, filled with bright red blood.

The blood kept flowing under the action of external instruments, but it could not flow into his body, causing his skin to become whiter and whiter, completely losing the luster that a living person should have.

"What's going on?" Erhui demanded loudly, "You have an entire medical team responsible for just one person, and you could go wrong?!"

The head of the medical team stepped forward tremblingly. "Second meeting, this situation was too sudden. His vital signs were stable before the ink removal. No one expected this to happen so suddenly..."

"I don't want reasons, I want plans! Solutions!"

The head of the medical team gritted his teeth and said, "We can only try the last method in the risk plan."

"What..." Erhui asked halfway when he remembered.

The so-called risk contingency plan was formulated based on the physical condition of the person responsible for removing the ink, and he was present at the scene when the plan was discussed.

The last method is "human brain separation surgery".

When Chu Mo's body could no longer serve as a container for his brain, they had no choice but to find another container for his brain, a real container in the medical sense.

Erhui stroked his eyebrows and accidentally pulled out a small needle with too much force. The sting made him determined.

"What are you waiting for? Prepare for surgery now!"

After he finished yelling, he turned and glared at the leader of Dragon Breath Team 2, "Ink removal is ink removal, what does it have to do with you? Immediately notify the computer room and start the server!"

-

How about getting a dog?

Jie Xin narrowed his eyes and stared at An Rou.

The smile on his lips grew colder.

The first good scene of killing the beloved was interrupted by some unknown person and I didn't get to watch it.

The second good show of the reunion of the rebellious lovers was also ruined because of An Rou's cold indifference.

What a bummer. Really such a bummer.

But when I think about it, it’s really boring to compete with the two of them.

Xie Xin laughed at himself, raised his other hand, and turned his palm towards An Rou.

"Whether it's raising a man or a dog, it's ultimately your business as a human."

An Rou felt a strong suction force pulling her towards Jie Xin's hand.

"Since Chu Mo can't see through the trap of human love, then let me, your comrade, help you put an end to it all!"

"No...don't..." Chu Mo struggled to get up, but Jie Xin's hand on his head was as heavy as a thousand pounds, "Don't...touch her..."

Threats and pleas were of no use to Jie Xin at this moment.

Chu Mo's body turned into mist again, and his facial features began to blur.

He was about to be absorbed by Jie Xin - this thought suddenly jumped into An Rou's mind.

Not only Chu Mo, but also herself, Jie Xin obviously wants to absorb her as well!

Luck, Jie Xin wants to get rid of Mo and her soul world luck!

Why didn't Chu Mo resist? Why didn't he have the ability to resist?!

Didn’t he always want to enter the Ghost Ruins? Didn’t Xie Xin say that this was the Ghost Ruins? Now that he’s in, why can’t he even stand up and can only wait to die? ? ?

The face of the ink removal was almost completely fogged.

Wisps of mist sank into Jie Xin's palm.

Only a pair of eyes, filled with pain and regret, looked over.

Only then did An Rou realize that those eyes were so similar to Yan Shou's... No, they were Yan Shou's eyes.

All along, Chu Mo's strong personal style made her ignore this point.

The looks are different, but the eyes are the same.

There was no disgust, no disillusionment with the darkness of death, but she would recognize it if it were replaced by another emotion.

That's Yan Shou.

"sorry……"

The hoarse voice was intermittent, and the apology, which came too long ago, was too vague to be heard clearly.

Xie Xin smiled with satisfaction: "I've finally waited for this, a final farewell before death. An Rou, you really don't want to say goodbye?"

Before he finished speaking, Chu Mo disappeared suddenly as if he was shattered by something.

Xie Xin frowned and looked at his empty palm.

He suddenly became alert and took a step to the side.

One step, pull out a very long distance.

But he didn't manage to completely dodge the attack.

The long sleeve on his right hand was ignited by white flames, and an indescribable heat climbed up his arm.

Xie Xin quickly grabbed his right arm with his left hand, pulled it hard, and actually tore his right arm off and threw it aside.

Wherever his arm landed, white flames exploded, illuminating the dark night sky of Soul Society.

Everywhere you look, there are shimmering waves. Above the sky and below the ground, fine and dense ripples spread out in all directions.

The Soul Society...is disappearing.

Jie Xin looked back where he came from.

An Rou is also missing.

Where she and Chu Mo were originally, a piece of building ruins was exposed, and the ruins were expanding rapidly.

The Soul World at the gaming level is back.

In the end, it all failed.

Xie Xin's gaze fell back on the gradually dimming white flames, and his polite smile and elegant temperament disappeared.

A cold and resentful look emerged from the depths of his eyes.

"Phoenix, Yan!"

-

An Rou subconsciously lowered her head, and not only did she not see the white sword, she didn't even see her own hands.

And the body, her body disappeared.

But she is everywhere, and the entire narrow residential area of ​​Fengyuguan is within her sight.

Most of the residential area has been destroyed, and there is not a single person to be found in the messy ruins of the buildings.

"Baobao." she called.

There was no response, and even I couldn't hear my own voice.

The body of the rich man was much wider than the long and narrow ruins, but there was nothing underneath. Unless he used the "pseudo-abduction" technique to sneak underground, it would be impossible for him to disappear.

However, Baofu did disappear. An Rou could not feel its existence. Beyond her consciousness, the secret connection between her and Baofu was broken.

Paopao is nowhere to be found.

What's going on?

She suddenly thought of the farm, and the view she "saw" instantly switched to the farm.

Everything on the farm was the same as before, so quiet that it seemed as if everyone was asleep.

But An Rou could see clearly that through the roofs, the rooms where the farm residents should have slept were all empty.

Not a single person.

She couldn't help but get anxious and went to look for An Younian's room. At this moment, a voice suddenly entered her ears.

"Quick, spread out and defend!"

Her vision was drawn to the source of the sound.

Players, lots and lots of players.

They were enveloped in the light of the formation. Because there were too many people teleported over and the Fengyu Temple teleportation formation was too small, the colorful light of the formation pattern turned into a funnel shape, holding everyone in the air.

They jumped down.

“There’s someone here!”

"It's Chu Mo! There's another one whose identity is unknown, it might be Shi Ximing!"

"Don't worry about it! There are only 15 seconds left, quickly deploy defense, the ghoul will appear soon!"

…

An Rou widened her nonexistent eyes.

Was what she saw a teleportation array?

Wasn’t the teleportation array swallowed into the void by the sudden wealth?

Also, there was clearly no one in that place before, no ink removal or running around...

What is going on?

"It's safe, quickly notify Team 2 to come in!"

Amid the players' hurried conversations, figures scattered.

They all move very fast, and you can tell at a glance that they are all high-level players.

Coming for the farm.

But An Rou couldn't care less about the farm right now, as she was anxious to find out what was going on. She saw that the array pattern light hadn't dissipated yet, and the colorful light was on again.

Many figures appeared in the funnel-shaped beam of light.

At this moment, a black cloud quietly and quickly covered their heads.

"What's going on?"

"It's 30 seconds! The ghoul is online!"

“Run!”

The panicked shouts were drowned out by a deafening roar.

Baobao... Baobao is back!

An Rou didn't have time to be happy, as her vision suddenly went dark. She hurriedly opened her eyes and found herself lying on Bao Fu's neck with her arms and legs intact, and the familiar texture and temperature beneath her.

Like jade.

The strong wind blew across her cheeks.

That was the turbulent air current brought about by the roar of sudden wealth.

Baobao is back, and she is back too.

And the second group of people who were teleported over... were all trapped in the void of sudden wealth.

"Where's Group Two?!"

"Group 2 is all gone!"

"Ghoul! Watch out!"

An angry roar was heard.

This time it was not about getting rich overnight, but about an SSS-level ghoul whose parasite was killed by Chumo with one sword not far away.

They have all grown into giant monsters, and their deformed organs follow the instinct of devouring souls and extend towards the players scattered everywhere.

An Rou didn't have time to think: "Take Paopao with you, let's go!"

Bao Fu sank to the ground, and at the same time opened two cracks, swallowing An Rou and Paopao.

Before the crack closed, An Rou looked back at Qi Mo who was lying on the ground silently.

All the dreamlike memories just now flooded into my mind.

"Master, shall we take him with us?" The rich man's voice sounded behind him.

An Rou closed her eyes and took a deep breath: "Let's go!"

Life and death are determined by fate.

Besides, Chu Mo... or Yan Shou, originally belonged to the Soul Realm and could not die.

I guess no one can kill him except the Ghost King Jie Xin.

The rich man blinked and sneaked back to the farm.

An Rou was connected to his consciousness and keenly captured the movements on the farm.

"What's wrong?"

"Is there a fight over there?"

"Oh, it's a ghoul! Everyone, hide!"

"Don't panic, don't panic! As long as we stay on the farm, no one will be in danger! Rourou will protect everyone!"

An Rou couldn't help but laugh.

This is An Younian's voice.

Dad is back, and all the residents of the farm are back.

"Baobao, get on the farm, it's time for us to leave."

Baofu didn't answer, but Anrou heard a crackling sound in her consciousness, and she guessed that Baofu had already carried the entire farm.

However, An Rou's intuition told her that something was wrong.

She cut off the connection with her consciousness and suddenly discovered that the entire void was filled with wildly twisting tentacles.

The ghouls clung to the ends of the tentacles, each holding a head as small as a green bean, trembling all over.

Getting rich quickly is exactly the same as their posture.

He lay in the center of the void, with densely packed tentacles like a nest beneath him. His body was bent like a shrimp, with his hands with ten fingers spread out, pressed tightly against his head, and he was holding his head tightly with his arms.

An Rou was stunned for a moment and rushed forward.

"Baobao, what's going on?"

-

Holographic command center.

Erhui's determined smile gradually collapsed, and his old face finally showed the decadence that was expected of someone of his age.

"Huaisheng falls!"

"The Fall of the Formless!"

"Ji Chang has fallen!"

…

"Second meeting, the medical team has determined Huaisheng is dead!"

"Ji Chang too!"

…

The chaotic and noisy sounds kept drilling into his ears, but inexplicably, they also faded away at the same time.

It all seems like auditory hallucination.

The leader of Dragon Breath Team 2 walked quickly up to him and said, "Second meeting, Team 1 is dealing with two SSS-level ghouls. Should we send Teams 3 and 4?"

Erhui reacted for a moment and finally understood what he meant.

The old man suddenly exploded: "Send you! Didn't you see that everyone in Group 2 is fucking dead?! Don't you have a stupid brain that can't figure out that there's something wrong with the teleportation array!"

If the Spirit Tower teleportation array had not been limited in number, the number of people who fell or died suddenly would not be fifty or sixty, but hundreds!

He had arranged the personnel in advance into four groups, totaling two hundred advanced players.

The entire army was almost wiped out!

The team leader looked embarrassed. After the leader's outburst died down, he gritted his teeth and said, "According to the report from Team One, there are three SSS-level ghouls in Fengyu Temple. The two they are dealing with may not be Yong'an ghouls. Yong'an Farm is missing. It's possible that a Yong'an ghoul ran away with it..."

He hesitated for a moment, then asked another question: "Should we send Groups 3 and 4 to chase them?"

"Chasing you, motherfucker! Don't you think enough people have died?!"

As expected, I got scolded again.

After Erhui vented his emotions, he finally calmed down: "Didn't they say that Zhimo was on the scene? Has he finished the operation? Let him go online!"

The team leader was stunned: "He just entered the operating room ten minutes ago..."

This brain separation surgery is definitely the first of its kind in the world. It is much more difficult than the spinal separation surgery that Zhan Xingce is currently undergoing. How could it be completed so quickly?

Erhui was really... angry and confused.

-

Fengyuguan, the light of the skill illuminates the entire mountain.

While SSS-level Berserker Ghouls lack intelligence and skills, they can perform ghoul techniques based on instinct. Furthermore, their bodies are incredibly formidable, with defenses far exceeding those of similarly ranked Living Dead.

To strangle an SSS-level ghoul, unless the player's skill damage is at a crushing level, there is only one way - consumption.

Cut the flesh with a knife and wear the opponent out.

After losing the medium and Zhan Xingce, Lingyu couldn't find another super god player. Among the two hundred high-level players arranged by the Second Association, the highest level was the high-level master.

It was also his luck that all the top players were placed in the first group, thus avoiding the fate of being defeated before even starting.

More than a dozen great gods and more than thirty golds have to deal with two top-level ghouls at the same time, and they can only rely on consumption.

No one knows why these two ghouls are so difficult to deal with, and no one is able to study their connection with Yong'an.

No one knew that while they were fighting fiercely, Lord Ghost King stood on the top of the mountain with his hands behind his back, watching coldly.

A gold player accidentally fell into the ghost magic of a ghoul, fell from the sky, and had his soul devoured by the ghoul in one bite.

The player exploded into a point of light, and wisps of smoke, so fine that it was invisible to the naked eye, floated into Jie Xin's hands.

Too little.

This luck was so thin that Jie Xin had no interest in looking down at it.

The ghoul he carefully crafted couldn't hold out for long under the siege of so many high-level players.

A little bit of luck is not enough to fill the gaps between teeth.

After discovering An Rou's true identity, Xie Xin thought he had solved all his doubts. However, new questions arose before him.

He witnessed fifty players being teleported into Fengyu Temple, and also witnessed them being eaten by the little creature raised by An Rou, but he did not reap even a single bit of luck.

This situation was exactly the same as when Gus brought the joint team to Fengyu Temple.

He was deprived of the power to reap.

Xie Xin recalled the white flame and slowly curled up a sinister sneer.

"Huang Yan, could it be him—Jie Xin?"

-

Getting rich quickly is in extreme pain.

But he still successfully crossed the star array with his farm and landed on the land of no life.

The residents of the farm were steady and barely felt the shaking. They could not see the terrifying crazy ghouls and were happy to have survived the disaster.

The sudden wealth did not stop, and the twenty-eight bone blades under his body stretched out and moved forward with the weight.

But An Rou kept urging: "Stop, stop now!"

The connection between her and Baofu was severed. She lifted Baofu's face and said, "What's wrong with you?"

The rich man was trembling, and unfamiliar faces appeared on his face one after another.

No matter how intense and unbearable the inexplicable pain was, he didn't make a sound.

An Rou was at a loss.

Aside from the sudden wealth hibernation, she had never severed all ties with him. It was always her word and he would do it, always responding to her requests and answering her questions.

"Baobao, look at me!"

An Rou's hands also began to tremble, "Are you seriously injured? Let me go out, I'll get some medicine!"

Paopao was not online, so she could only go to the warehouse to get the life potion.

However, the void did not open a rift.

An Rou forced herself to calm down and think.

Bao Fu's current state should not be due to injury.

Although he was seriously injured in the battle with Chu Mo, An Rou could see clearly that the wound on his neck healed very quickly. After leaving that empty and cold soul world, Bao Fu's neck had completely recovered.

Before facing Chumo, Baofu devoured the souls of 25 high-level players in the joint group in one breath, which gave him powerful self-healing abilities.

Moreover, just before escaping from Fengyu Temple, Baofu swallowed up another group of players who were teleported over.

So, it couldn't be due to injury.

That is... An Rou suddenly thought of hibernation.

The last time Baofu went dormant was because he devoured a large number of souls and urgently needed to upgrade. If the Void existed within Baofu at that time, then the Void's situation might have been the same as it is now.

"Baobao, do you want to upgrade or go into hibernation?"

"Can't sleep!"

"Can't sleep!"

…

Thousands of voices overlapped, and the strange faces and the ghouls on the tentacles made the same mouth shape.

It is indeed dormant.

Dormancy is a good thing, which shows that getting rich quickly can indeed break through the limit and further enhance one's strength.

An Rou breathed a sigh of relief and was about to try to persuade him when Bao Fu started talking again.

Short sentences, disordered and fragmented.

"Wuliang Mountain!"

"Jian Ge!"

"Can't sleep!"

"Huang Yan, raise your sword!"

"When Heaven collapses, all living things will suffer..."

"Protect the master, protect the master!"

"It's all my fault, Jie Xin. It has nothing to do with anyone else."

"Konggu, go to Konggu."

"The master needs the Rainbow of the Valley."

"Destroy yourself and abandon yourself to sacrifice to the heavens!"

"It's so cold, I'm so cold..."

"The Infinite Sea is sinking into eternity. It's all your fault, it's all your fault!"

"Someone come and save me, I'm so cold, I'm almost freezing to death, I'm really cold..."

"Who are you, who am I..."

"I can't remember. My head hurts so much..."

"I'm so cold."

…

With every word he spoke, the expression on Baofu's face changed several times.

The voices were all kinds of strange, mixed with men, women, young and old, sometimes resentful, sometimes angry, sometimes sad.

An Rou stared at him blankly, forgetting to move.

Until finally, his cries subsided and turned into a series of low and helpless murmurs.

"My name is not Jie Xin, my name is Bao Fu. My name is not Jie Xin, my name is Bao Fu. My name is not..."

His arms were still tightly clamped around his head.

An Rou's eyes kept changing.

There is no doubt that what he was thinking about when he got rich quickly were his past memories.

Although these memories were fragmentary, they were like many small holes poked in a screen, enough for her to glimpse some of the truth hidden behind the screen.

An Rou bit her lower lip.

For people with a painful past, amnesia is a good thing.

Living in pain without amnesia is not a bad thing, because it is as it should be.

The most painful thing is that while losing my memory, I am often hit by fragmented and painful memories and emotions.

Who am I, where do I come from, what terrible mistakes have I made, who have I hurt...

Getting rich quickly is clearly in this process.

An Rou took a deep breath and suppressed all her impulsive emotions in her heart.

She moved closer to Bao Fu's face little by little until their foreheads touched and their eyelashes touched.

“Baobao, listen to me.

“Don’t struggle, just sleep.

"Just think of it as being for me. You have to remember who you are and who Jie Xin is."

Bao Fu's half-closed eyes suddenly widened and he shook his head vigorously: "I am not Jie Xin, Master, I am Bao Bao, I am not Jie Xin!"

The tentacles received his will and surrounded him as he retreated.

An Rou leaned over and hugged him tightly.

"Don't run away." She whispered in his ear, "No matter what happened in the past or what difficulties will arise in the future, I will be with you."

Mountains of swords and seas of fire, heaven or hell, we face it together.