Chapter 139: The Man in the Mirror (Farewell)

Chapter 139 The Man in the Mirror (Farewell)

【What's the meaning……? 】

In the comic, Lin Muyu raised his voice and asked the question.

Outside the comics, Song Ling bit her hand to not miss any details, frantically anticipating what would happen next, and had already turned off the barrage to prevent spoilers. He held the pen tightly, and even forgot to put it down until it hurt his palm.

Everything in this copy happened too suddenly. Whether it was the woman's strange transformation or the truth hidden underneath, Song Ling, who had written several pages in a notebook, tore up the paper in disbelief, holding his head in shock.

What will happen next? He stared at the screen, not knowing for a moment whether to slide down. The voice was obviously well prepared. The miserable state of the protagonists had already frightened him.

A completely suppressed situation, an unknown person behind the scenes, intentional remarks from the other party, and various reactions and details hidden deep inside that made him feel uneasy.

At the beginning, because of the dagger that could cut through space, Song Ling also believed that with the ability of the protagonist group, they could completely clear this copy. Even if something unexpected happens, the special copy is so special that it is enough to ensure their safety in difficult situations.

After all, he is the protagonist, so he will definitely be able to overcome the danger. All readers think so.

But as the space was destroyed, the four people went from being intact to being broken, and then barely repaired from the broken to being whole again. Finally, they were unable to breathe in the endless attacks until they were covered with wounds. After being on the verge of death, they were forced to reverse time until they were on the verge of death again. It seemed endless and the pain could not stop.

They might die. Even if it's just in comics.

Song Ling suddenly realized this.

All along, the sense of wonder about this comic book came over him at this moment, and that feeling that was completely different from other comics always made him hold his breath involuntarily. Ultimately, that feeling comes from the authenticity and reality of "Doomsday".

Cartoonists are very serious people. The underlying tone of the comic is gray and cruel, so TA will not forcefully twist tragedy into comedy. In the world TA writes about, the characters and the plot complement each other, making it extremely vivid. There is no such thing as who adapts to whom, only development and adjustment that go with the flow.

Therefore, if the ending of this copy is stained with blood, then TA will naturally choose to draw this tragic bloody ending with his own hands.

Because, this is what is bound to happen.

And it is inevitable and cannot be questioned.

[You haven't reacted yet? Well, I'll just tell you straight away, you stupid and ridiculous "players". ]

The voice spoke in what it considered to be a magnanimous manner. He split the white light into four parts and hit the four people's heads.

The overly dazzling light was reflected by countless mirrors, causing several people to avoid its sight.

[What a pity... You do have great potential. When those people sent you in, they must have been waiting for your triumphant return, right? ]He laughed.

[Although the ending is destined to end with your failure...but I have to say, as the protagonists of the stage play, the script you improvised very well pleased me. ]

[So I sincerely want to give you a chance to live as a reward for your increased value. ]

[……] Ye Yunhe’s gaze was fixed on the limbs that had been alienated again. She calmly touched the button of the communication prop and continued to send the edited text.

After a few seconds, she raised her head and squinted at the dazzling light: [What opportunity? If you want us to help you hurt people, or if this is another ridiculous game, forget it, just kill us. 】

Kill you directly? ]

His laughter was shrill.

[Stop joking, "players", you don't really think that I think you will obediently die, do you? The hands keep moving, what opportunity are they waiting for? ]

[I know very well how many functions supernatural items have. It's not uncommon for people like you who are the center of attention to have a few protective items. ]

It's trickier than I thought.

This being is well aware of the outside world and supernatural powers. As long as you are in the copy, you have no choice but to obey him. Lin Muyu paused in his thoughts of breaking through the space and leaving this place. He clenched his sword and shifted his gaze to the young man not far away.

The clamoring intuition caused his heart to beat violently. Judging from what He said, that "opportunity" must be full of malice.

That's true.

[That woman's soul has lost its value. ]

He sighed as if in disappointment.

[So, I need fresh and interesting souls to become my toys in the future and present other plots for me. This is why I came here. ]

[I like you guys very much. ]His tone was full of malice, [but since you don’t want to, then I can only choose someone else as the second choice. However, without my permission, the copy will never be passed by the "player", and the black fog will spread endlessly until it swallows up the entire world. ]

[It's not me who's worried about this, right? ]

——

In the comic, a surging barrage of comments suddenly spread across the screen with only a black text frame. The faces of the protagonists were blocked by huge words that seemed like a sacrifice. They were half-kneeling powerlessly on the broken mirror, looking up at the sky like sacrifices, trapped in this small space.

Their eardrums stung, and the pupils of several people shrank suddenly. They felt extremely nauseous about this so-called "opportunity". My stomach was cramping and was tightly covered by the alien hand. I couldn't tell whether it was pain or coldness.

The backup plan that was about to be activated suddenly froze, and the movement of the three people gradually moving towards the boy on the mirror suddenly stopped.

How to control an upright person? They have a heart of justice, noble virtues and high qualities. They are the purest people in the world, and they shed their blood only for their beliefs.

However, the filthy malice attempted to infect them, and therefore, these qualities became their weaknesses, making it impossible for them to even think about leaving, forcing them to voluntarily wear the shackles.

[So, I give you the opportunity to leave. ]

[The price is that I will need the souls of eight other psychics as the best consolation for my loss. ]

Not far away, a mirror suddenly twisted and gradually turned into a familiar vortex, flowing and expanding, waiting for people to touch it.

[You can go now.] ]

He said it hypocritically.

A multiple-choice question with no options. Lin Muyu actually felt extremely calm at this moment.

The vortex was only a few meters away from him. Countless glass fragments were piled up along the way, and the bodies of the clones were scattered all over the ground. As long as they stepped over and stretched out their hands, they could leave this burial ground without even wasting a high-level prop that could be used as a family heirloom.

Even the government would silently agree with their choice, because four psychics with unlimited potential were obviously a hundred times more valuable than eight unimportant psychics. No one will rebuke their actions, and no one will know what happened today. The only thing that will be missing from the world is eight weak psychics and a terrifying high-level copy.

[Then why don’t you choose to directly devour the entire world, so that countless souls can become your toys. 】He asked the voice.

[It’s not your turn to ask me. ]

He lowered his tone.

[I care more about the joy of the present than the future. ]

[Don't say irrelevant words, "players", I am looking forward to your choice. ]

He is sincere. Lin Muyu thought so.

Whether the four of them choose to stay or leave, it will undoubtedly be fun for Him.

Yes, if it is so easy to survive, why not stand up and walk over? All he had to do was simply go against his conscience, and he could continue to breathe normally, no longer having to endure the disgusting coldness, and from then on he could continue to be a superpower admired by everyone, and be that famous hero.

…

So why not go over there?

The debris along the way became the corpses of other similar creatures in a trance. The soulless ones stared at him with empty eyes. As long as he stepped on them, the sticky pieces of meat would embed into the grooves of the soles of his shoes and leave with him. From then on, no matter how he cleaned the sole of his shoe, the blood foam in the groove would never go away, because the flesh belonging to someone else had grown into his flesh, merged with him, and was entangled with regret and shame until his death.

He will bear the lives of eight innocent people to replace his own.

Even though it wasn't his fault.

Even if that is the best solution.

He couldn't take even one step.

【team leader. 】

Someone called out like this. Lin Muyu covered his mouth tightly, swallowed the nausea and vomiting feeling, and turned his head to look in embarrassment.

It’s Qi Heng. The young man straightened his back and half-knelt, and finally raised his head which had been bowed all the time. After he staggered to his feet and stood still, he walked slowly towards this side with the other two.

The three of them smiled helplessly, and seemed relieved. They pushed aside all kinds of obstructions along the way and slowly gathered together from different directions. The people in this team are always so tacit, so tacit that no matter when or where, the choices they make are always the same.

They are the same.

The white light followed Qi Heng from beginning to end, just like the protagonist's curtain call in a stage play. The young man raised his head and asked loudly: [As long as you obtain the soul, you will leave here, right? 】

[Of course, of course.] ]

He smiled happily.

[I don't care to lie. ]

【……OK. 】Qi Heng said softly.

Under the readers' panicked gaze, the four people finally came together. They held each other's hands, which were hardened after being alienated and were not suitable for shaking hands, but they didn't care. They just struggled to breathe, their eyes constantly lingering on their companion's scarred face, firmly engraving each other's facial features in their hearts.

Lin Muyu was helped up. The usually gentle and reliable captain gave the three people a bitter smile, with lingering loneliness in his eyes.

[I didn’t expect this to be the ending.] 】

The young man smiled bitterly: [I thought I could take you out. 】

[What's the big deal? It can be considered as an opportunity for a senior to pave the way.] 】Si Yu'an lowered his head and rubbed his face with his shoulder. He shuddered in pain. The brown-haired young man sighed rarely, [I didn't expect that the road of being a hero would end so soon... Throwing away all the props can benefit others and serve as a cenotaph, right? 】

[I think so. Really, I haven’t finished watching the new drama yet. 】Ye Yunhe frowned in dissatisfaction, [I never thought that we could die together, and die so neatly. 】

[According to the sense of ritual, should we have a final drink? Qi Heng looked at them with a smile, [It's a pity that there is no wine here, so we can only use unpalatable potions instead. 】

The young man's eyes fell on the three people's faces. He smiled and said: "Just drink the energy potion, the silver-blue one looks good. 】

The voice did not stop, as if it had no interest in their dying struggles, or perhaps it was considerate and gave the trapped beasts the last warmth before death.

So the four of them each picked up a potion, and after a brief clink of glasses, they each smiled and drank it all in one gulp. The cold liquid slid into the mouth and flowed into the stomach, making the person feel cold all over and his eyes warm, but he swallowed the emotion together.

Energy is instantly replenished. Ye Yunhe wanted to use up his special powers to turn back time for several people, but was stopped by the young man.

The four of them clasped their hands together once again.

[That’s enough.] 】

The young man quickly tilted his head and glanced at the message on the communicator indicating successful sending: [It’s been sent... But, it’s no longer necessary. 】

He suddenly said something very quietly.

[Xiao Heng?] 】Si Yu'an caught these subtle sounds, tilted his head to look at him, and called Qi Heng's name in a puzzled manner.

【nothing. Qi Heng responded gently. The young man lowered his eyes and looked at the hands of several people holding each other. A smile appeared on the corner of his lips. [I just feel that I am very lucky. 】

[Captain, with An and Xiaoye.] 】

He read them one by one, his tone light but serious.

As the three of them felt uneasy subconsciously, the boy's hand, which was tightly clasped with theirs, was suddenly pulled away.

The dagger shining with silver light gathered in Qi Heng's hand and was held tightly by him. The trembling breath hit it, filling the air with mist.

【sorry. 】

He said.

——

what happened?

The amulet on his chest was getting hot, so hot that it was burning, almost leaving a mark on his flesh. At the same time, he felt the energy in his body rapidly drying up and being madly absorbed by the wooden sign that flashed with ancient carvings.

Ye Yunhe was bound in place, her physical strength and supernatural energy completely drained. She stared blankly at the amulet on her chest. The familiar invisible thread that suddenly grew out was so clear under the white light, connecting to the other three wooden signs. The markings on top were blurred and twisted, dizzying like a whirlpool.

A small formation was formed under the feet of the four people, and a swift gust of wind surrounded them. Ye Yunhe could vaguely hear the voice screaming in extreme anger, trying to stop all this from happening. But she couldn't spare any consciousness at the moment. She just stared at the familiar thread in disbelief. It pierced into her body and absorbed her energy, like a clear and silent betrayal.

This formation seemed to have anticipated everything. The wind, so strong that it made it impossible to open one's eyes, enveloped the four people, causing those glass men to turn into ashes in an instant just by touching them.

The interwoven silk threads, carrying intense energy, gathered in the wooden sign belonging to the young man, and madly poured into the boy's body as if feeding his parents, as if using that thin body as a container, without caring whether he could withstand this energy that was enough to burst a person, and just continued to nourish him.

The three of them shouted his name desperately, almost making their voices hoarse and coughing up blood from their throats.

But the boy just closed his eyes quietly. He let the energy gather in his body, leaving long, horrible scars on his skin, spreading densely across his fair face. The wind blew up the boy's clothes, revealing ancient carvings underneath that were similar to those on the wooden sign.

He was suspended in the air, his head hanging limply like a sacrifice, his limbs and torso swollen as if inflated and tightly bound. He was about to explode.

The moment the gale stopped, the young man opened his eyes. His facial features were already blurred, but his gaze, as calm as when they first met, still fell on the three people.

His hands were clenched tightly, with silk threads wrapped around his limbs, controlling the powerless him to slash the air quickly with the dagger. Then, the three of them were pushed hard towards the gap in space. At the end of the sight, Ye Yunhe shouted Qi Heng in a hoarse voice.

"sorry."

He moved his lips barely audibly. Giving her a smile.

The space gap is closed.

The boy lowered his eyes weakly.

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