Chapter 140 Unbelievable Ending (including forum)
As the space gap closed, what finally blew up Ye Yunhe's hair on his forehead was nothing more than the surging heat wave that leaked in before the gap closed.
Mixed with the voice's heart-wrenching roar before death, everything was swallowed up by the sudden explosion and blocked in a completely closed space.
The magnetic field suddenly became chaotic.
The employee outside who was desperately trying to contact the four people looked up in shock. Lu Qingyuan frowned, raised her hand to block others, and stopped using her supernatural power to locate them.
【What happened...】 someone interrupted and asked. The next second, he was stunned by the scene before him.
The black fog that had been so arrogant before was now twisting and twitching like a spasm. The corners of its hideous smiling face were exaggeratedly turned downwards, making people understand its pain for no reason. The black fog, so thick that it looked like ink dripping, curled up wildly, as if trying to stop something.
The smiling face turned into a crying face. After a few breaths of dying struggle, an unknown powerful force came from within, unstoppable and blew away the mist that had been curled up. The silent screams were covered up as a dull explosion suddenly sounded, followed by a violent impact that knocked everyone out. The tent and the car were blown up into the sky, and screams echoed through the sky.
Such a strong energy fluctuation almost made the psychics feel oppressed in their chests.
The forest wailed and trees fell as the impact swept across most of the area. Three people were fiercely spit out from the sudden gap in space, and were carried up to the sky by the air the next second.
Lu Qingyuan's pupils shrank, and she immediately activated her supernatural power to fold space, shortening the distance between people and the ground to the limit, so that there would not be any major accidents in the subsequent dumpling-like scene.
The employees fell to the ground with neither weight nor severity, and subconsciously cried out in pain after a muffled thud. But compared to this high threat, the instantaneous shock wave is more terrifying. The medical team originally prepared for the special power team rushed into the battle and began to check the severity of the situation.
Emergencies come one after another.
The car was scrapped, supplies were scattered all over the ground, and the site was in chaos. The territory originally occupied by the black fog was now empty, leaving only a large piece of empty land. Unlike other places where the black fog had dissipated, everyone felt confused.
What was even more surprising was the three people who suddenly appeared.
They were clearly the people involved, but at this moment they had an expression that was even more incredulous than anyone else. Even after falling to the ground, their bodies remained dazed, as if they didn't understand the situation.
Lu Qingyuan landed steadily and took a few steps towards them: [Mu Yu, what’s going on? Was there an explosion in there? The replica has been cleaned successfully. 】
She stood in front of the three people, and reached out her hand to help them up with a little doubt. When she realized that the number was wrong, she paused: [Why do you look lost... Wait, where's Xiaoheng? 】
【……】
An uncomfortable silence.
Lin Muyu's pupils trembled. The young man's limbs had regained flesh and blood, but they were still as stiff and cold as before. His vocal cords were also solidified, and he could not make a sound even though he opened and closed his lips.
Lu Qingyuan calmed down. She stared, her uneasy intuition beginning to roar in her chest, and her gaze shifted to the other two.
The usually active brown-haired young man said nothing, his face showing a dead silence after being stunned. Dense bloodshot veins clinging to his eyeballs popped up. He turned his head with red eyes and stared at the empty area. There was no black fog, nor that familiar figure. They all disappeared with the explosion just now. Then, tears of realization welled up in his eyes and kept flowing down his face which was covered with fine scars.
He cried silently. It was as if he was in extreme pain and could no longer utter any sound. He just tightly grasped the amulet, which was still warm in his palm, until his flesh turned purple and blue.
Salty tears mixed with blood.
The tragedy speaks for itself. After a long while, Ye Yunhe replied in a hoarse voice: [Xiao Heng... is still inside. 】
[Sister Qingyuan.] 】She clenched her teeth, swallowed the sobs, her voice was extremely hoarse,【Can you find him? 】
【……】
Lu Qingyuan's pupils contracted.
The gathered employees stopped.
They looked at each other, and looked from afar at the three heroes who had successfully cleared the copy, now silent or crying with desperate expressions. Sorrow spread across the land.
They bowed their heads, mourning the fourth hero who would never return.
I hope his soul will rise high and go to a place where there is no suffering.
——
The forum exploded.
It really exploded.
It exploded once when the protagonists were pushed hard onto the path to survival and Qi Heng perished together with the copy; it exploded a second time when the chapter came to the end and the boy was confirmed dead, with not even his body left; and it exploded for the final time with a bang when the readers came to their senses belatedly and discovered the trick of the amulet.
The ups and downs of the process, the unexpected ending, and the ill-fated duo. The readers who had thought "It's safe, the protagonists can't all die, someone will definitely come to rescue them" after seeing the four people dying hand in hand were hit hard, and after witnessing the death of the boy with their own eyes, they became like dead fish, lying on the forum, spitting out death bubbles and exuding resentment.
"(A reader who cannot accept the reality): No? What kind of ending is this? What is that thread? What is that amulet? How dare you say that this is a so-called amulet??"
"(The reader who also cannot accept the reality): Why? So the conversation that was deliberately omitted by the cartoonist was actually a precursor to the cat's death?? Is letting an underage boy die the thing that a so-called senior should do??"
"(Reader who was affected for no reason): Can you please stop making up stories here? There is not enough evidence to prove that this was done by Bai Ri?"
"(Angry reader): Please don't be too ridiculous, Brother Zhuo may just know that this dungeon is weird, so he sent props to help. Before the plot is released, there is no evidence to say that he deliberately deceived people, okay??"
…
Countless posts published in an instant overwhelmed the forum, and the pages collapsed in an instant. No data could be refreshed due to the collision and superposition. Only circles kept spinning there, like the dazed eyes of a programmer who was working overtime to repair things.
The war of words started at once. Bai Zhoutui and Qi Hengtui, who had just shaken hands and made peace, were both in disbelief. It was unclear who attacked first and then fought back, and the situation became increasingly confusing.
For a time, the hot search soared like a rocket, attracting attention from all over. The second time "Doomsday" appeared in front of the public, some people who were scratching their heads and didn't understand the situation clicked on it, but were immediately scared away by the series of exclamation marks and cries that filled the screen.
The popularity of "Doomsday" has remained high since its opening, and it is currently experiencing the second-highest traffic surge in history. Although the readers changed the venue and screamed, they were particularly unified when it came to kicking people into the pit. They said, "This comic is so good, so good," but in their hearts they gritted their teeth and thought, "I'll kick all of you who are watching the fire from the sidelines into the pit and see if you cry miserably then."
With this tacit understanding, a large number of users flocked in. The programmer's already limited hair is even worse.
Fortunately, page crashes are common for Green River. This problem is not serious, but it is particularly serious today. By the next day, it was already able to handle the huge amount of traffic.
The forum was flooded with tens of thousands of tears.
On the homepage of Huala, there are a series of posts questioning the cartoonist; sending razor blades to form a team; shedding tears without paying; and saying that one is about to take heart pills because of the sudden development of the plot. Several of the “hot” posts were filled with comments from readers who were so grief-stricken that they could not breathe because the novel had failed, and from readers who were furious and crazy because they could not accept the ending.
“The epitome of the millions of broken-down readers on this forum: I’m sorry, why are you saying sorry?! Cat, please don’t leave! How can I live without you? Cat, cat——!”
…
Mixed among these are a small number of posts discussing the plot, as well as some conspiracy theories and speculation posts.
Song Ling is one of them.
Since I witnessed the crazy barrage and the forum collapse yesterday. This energetic guy was stunned, and the pen in his hand finally fell down with relief, representing the sadness of his dead heart.
"No, why..." The young man scratched his head desperately, his hair caught between his fingers and falling down, "How could it be... How could he really be dead? Is he really dead? Is it fake death? Maybe Qi Heng has another identity and is just putting on a show. Isn't he a special body?"
"The mystery of the special body hasn't been solved yet, so why did the protagonist die like this?"
Song Ling muttered to himself with dull eyes. On the open notebook, there were his pitiful fallen hair and a whole page of handwriting with the strokes blocked.
He muttered to himself as he wrote the analysis all night long, trying to find a good conclusion that would be beneficial to his emotions. The software crashed, so he kept recalling the details of the comics, going back page by page.
Finally, he was dumbfounded to find that
The boy's death is inevitable.
There are no details to suggest that he had an alternative identity or escape route. Recalling it over and over again, he confirmed again and again the fact that the boy was dead. This made Song Ling hold his head and wail silently after he dropped his pen, and the table received 10,000 critical hits as a result.
But what made Song Ling most heartbroken was——
There were already signs of the boy's death. He already knew his own ending and kept whitewashing it, so that when he broke free and pushed his companions to their deaths, he was already prepared to die alone.
What connects all of this is a plot point that did not arouse anyone's vigilance at the beginning - the first meeting between the boy and Bai Zhou.
It turned out that there were already clues, hidden in the cheers and excitement at the time. When the incident broke out, it surfaced, making people angrily curse the cartoonist for the insidiousness of this move.
Therefore, driven by the revengeful mentality born out of the blow suffered by the passionate young people, a post was published by the "fictional historian" just after the forum was repaired, and quickly became the "hot" page at the top, attracting a group of readers who stayed up all night.
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