Chapter 173 Comic Content (Betrayal and God)
After the last huge breach, the cartoonist, regardless of the lives of the readers, continued to play dead and never answered any questions or interviews, only throwing out large amounts of new chapters at certain moments, making the tortured readers afraid to click in.
Brave people enjoy the world first, and readers who are not afraid of knives taste the delicacies first. Song Ling, who was as calm as a dead pig and not afraid of boiling water, didn't touch the forum for a week, fearing that the sharp words would hurt his fragile heart.
Since you can't refuse, just lie down and accept it. Actually, the nickname has been around for a long time and it sounds pretty nice, doesn't it?
This coloring page is very lively, and is a rare family portrait.
It is an area that is relatively unfamiliar to readers. Both the architecture and decoration are completely different from those of the government. People gather together to laugh and dance, with brightly colored cloths hanging above their heads and on their houses, swaying in the wind.
A high platform was built in the center, with wooden railing seats on both sides, where the senior executives sat and watched the performances with laughter. There was no difference between the people with special abilities and ordinary people in the audience; they all chose seats at random, held hands and raised their hands high to fire small firecrackers, with colored paper flying, and the atmosphere was full of vitality.
The barrage discovered Qin You who was talking on the phone in the crowd; Karint who was huddled together with the twins; Yun Paopao who was shooting bubbles into the sky; Wuma Tu who was huddled in a corner surrounded by his teammates but wanted to escape; Xie Ning who was sitting on a chair with her arms folded and clapping, and Fu Ling who was sitting upright next to her... and Commander Xiaozhe who was almost squeezed to death.
Obviously, this was a grand ceremony. Even the government and various high-level guilds were invited.
It’s so lively. The last time I saw so many people at once was at the Battle of Zhuolu. This time when they met, they were all familiar friends to each other. The barrage felt inexplicably relieved.
But they soon realized something was wrong.
"Where are the protagonists?"
After scanning it several times, a little detective raised a question.
Indeed, on such a grand occasion, it stands to reason that the cartoonist would not forget the three most important ones, unless there is a ghost.
It’s hard to tell who the person with PTSD is, the reader screams.
“No?? Is it the protagonists’ turn so soon? Cartoonist, please slow down with your knife. It’s only been so short and the knife isn’t sharpened yet (crying)”
"Wow, wow, Hyuga-nii isn't here either. I looked four or five times but didn't even see a fluttering windbreaker (crying). This makes me panic."
"Whether I see Brother Zhou and the protagonists fighting, or Brother Zhou continues to accept the protagonists' angry stares, I will feel like dying, OK?"
"I haven't accepted the fact that Cat Cat Day Brother is the only one who can do this... The tonic has come up with another big one (crying and rolling on the ground)"
"Do you think the protagonists will know the identity of Brother Zhou in the end? :)"
“…Isn’t this the saddest thing? This is the first round that is covered by the second round. It’s still the same question: Are friends without memories still friends in your memories?”
"Ah, there's a lot of debate on this forum. Some people think that the trio who knew ▇▇ are already dead, and that the people Bai Zhou wanted to save have already died in the torrent of time."
"I don't want to hear it (close my eyes)"
…
The story begins with the howling of ghosts and wolves.
The first thing that appears is the true face of the "ceremony" - as the readers guessed, this is indeed the ceremony prepared by Bai Ye, and it is also the grand ceremony that Bai Zhou specifically asked Lin Du to make.
The government, completely unaware of the situation, accepted the invitation and planned to bring several people with special abilities to the banquet the day after tomorrow.
The letter that Ye Yunhe accidentally found on the boy's bookshelf happened to fall into her hands.
This is a farewell letter.
There was an intentional lightness in his tone, and a regret that could be felt even without it being mentioned. A will left by a deceased person was discovered at some point a few months later. It was like a surprise, and also like a boomerang. The soft paper felt like a knife cutting between the fingertips, tearing open the scar hidden deep inside once again.
But because the one who tore it open was the cause of the scar, the pain is bearable.
Please don’t hate me. 】
At the end, the boy wrote this sentence. The brushstrokes are somewhat shaky.
The parties involved are confused, but outsiders understand clearly. The spinning knife then stabbed people on both sides again. The perspective in the letter is actually a bit strange, but it can all be explained by the boy's unstable state of mind at the time.
In fact, it was just a farewell letter written by three people at different times.
Is it a hint? Or is it a blatant trap?
Everything will be revealed later.
——
It's a trap.
After waking up from a coma, everything was blurry. I was unconscious and had no idea how much time had passed.
In a trance, the sound of dripping water rang in my ears, and the crisp sound stimulated the eardrum and lasted for a long time.
Lin Muyu struggled to open his eyelids, and just as he was about to move his body, he felt a sense of restraint. Bundles of silver wires were stuck into the skin of his hands and feet, binding him tightly and hanging in the air, suffocating him slightly.
He woke up instantly and looked around calmly - it was a vast expanse of white, not belonging to any area, but a space constructed by a fantasy psychic.
Si and An were hanging on the other side, still unconscious with their heads drooped.
「What’s going on…!」 Lin Muyu gritted his teeth and kept searching for Ye Yunhe. The only thing he remembered before losing consciousness was the strange long cylindrical device.
What on earth is that? Is that really what Xiaoheng asked them to find? !
And...was that what I saw under my feet before I fell asleep a formation?
No, where is Xiaoye?
A tangled mass of questions and confusion tangled in his mind. The silver thread that bound him also had the effect of absorbing human energy. Raising his head with force, Lin Muyu looked forward following the sound of dripping water.
There was a faint smell of rust and a pool of blood formed by blood beads. Drops fell along the cut wrist, becoming the continuous sound of dripping water in the drowsiness, blooming red flowers.
After seeing this scene, Lin Muyu's pupils suddenly shrank into points. He subconsciously opened his mouth to call out his teammate's name, but the next second most of his face was entangled by silk threads, preventing him from calling out.
The silver thread is connected to the psychic's nerves, and the young man who did this has already noticed the awakening of the person in the net. He turned around and put his fingertips on his lips: [Shh. 】
A beautiful face and a pair of calm eyes.
Daytime. Lin Muyu couldn't believe it, and his heart almost stopped beating after glancing to the side.
Beside the young man was Ye Yunhe, who had fallen unconscious, tied up with silk threads and wrapped like a white cocoon, with only his mouth and nose showing for breathing, and one arm with a cut wrist left outside.
The comments were also dumbfounded, staring at the picture in disbelief, and almost had a cardiac arrest when they saw the bright red. It’s just that the reason is completely opposite to the former.
Several blood-red silk threads penetrated into the wound on the wrist, went straight in, broke through the flesh and blood along the blood vessels, and led to an unknown place. Just looking at it can make you feel the extreme pain. But Ye Yunhe didn't react at all. The cocoon was slightly rising and falling, and the sign of being still alive prevented Lin Muyu from losing his mind temporarily.
The feeling of suffocation followed him like a shadow, and Lin Muyu's eyes were bloodshot. He couldn't open his mouth, so he could only glare at the young man fiercely, expressing his doubts with his eyes.
The silk thread was removed, giving him the right to breathe, but before he could even take a few quick breaths, he asked in a stern voice: [What did you do to Xiaoye? ! 】
The unknown device that had been premeditated, the unknown formation that was activated by touching, and the handwriting belonging to Qi Heng on the envelope, all ended up turning into the current shocking situation.
His mind calmed down in the midst of extreme confusion. Lin Muyu gritted his teeth and said: [What tricks did you do to Xiaoheng's letter? Why did you trick us into coming here? 】
[Don’t you think that boy deceived you? 】Bai Zhou smiled and answered the question irrelevantly,【The trust between you two is really touching. 】
[Xiao Heng would never do that.] 】Lin Muyu said in a deep voice, his peripheral vision paying attention to Ye Yunhe. Even though he was extremely angry, he tried his best to suppress his anger. [But I don’t understand, Bai Zhou, Mr. Bai Zhou, why are you doing this? 】
Have you betrayed us? 】
This was the fact. No matter how shocked he was, it was of no use. Ye Yunhe, who seemed to be sacrificed, and his own exhausted body proved that the senior in front of him, who was hailed as the "hope of the end times", had embarked on a path that deviated from the right path.
Lin Muyu's brain was spinning rapidly. He was completely unable to understand the other party's motives. Why would such a powerful and revered psychic set up a trap to deal with the three of them? They even used Qi Heng's farewell letter to trick them into coming here, and put them in a posture where they were ready to be killed?
The stance of salvation, several times of assistance, and the lone break-in to the Dark Nest a month ago... Although Lin Muyu could not understand Bai Zhou's concept, he had to admit that he was indeed a trustworthy leader. But all this was so naked and terrifying. Was everything that happened before just a part of paralyzing them?
Is Bai Zhou actually an undercover agent? Or is this also his so-called act of salvation? What is there in them that is worthy of his desire? !
...worth desiring?
Lin Muyu's thoughts stopped at this moment, he was stunned, and the blood in his body flowed backwards. He looked at the unconscious Ye Yunhe.
The teammates were wrapped like cocoons, lying palely in the center of the formation, like sacrificial lambs. Blood dripped from her cuts, falling into a pool of blood under her hand.
[Oh, you are really smart.] 】
Seeing his expression, Bai Zhou laughed softly. The young man clapped his hands and walked towards him with a smile.
[Should I get a little angrier? Intense emotions seem really endearing. 】The young man said in a contemptuous tone,【This way, I won’t have to exert too much effort. 】
The murderous intent was so real that it was across the fragile neck. The slight hook of the silver thread could peel off a layer of skin. Lin Muyu froze his body, his eyes looking down at the daylight. At this critical moment of life and death, his expression was strangely calm: "Whatever you want to do, please start with me first. 】
Please let my teammates go. 】
[How touching.] Bai Zhou said without much emotion, [It's a pity that I'm not here to kill you. It's better to say that my original intention is completely contrary to killing people. 】
[It’s just that on the way to accomplishing a great cause, there will always be necessary sacrifices. But please believe me, I don't mean any harm to you. 】
[In that case, please let me die with understanding.] Lin Muyu said softly, What exactly are you going to do? What kind of noble cause would lead you to bring us here, even to the point of squeezing out the worth of a dead person? 】
Staying in the pure white space for too long would make one's eyes hurt. He didn't know how much time had passed in the outside world, but he only knew that the only way to gain more life was to delay time.
Blood seemed to be the only bright color in this space. The young man's fingertips were stained with deep red, which was Ye Yunhe's blood, which he gently twisted and rubbed between his fingertips. The silver thread that had separated from his body was still exploring the flesh of the white cocoon. It must have been extremely painful, and he was twitching subconsciously even in his sleep.
[Her ability is difficult to obtain... I don't want to cause her too much pain. 】
Bai Zhou's expression was somewhat compassionate, he lowered his eyes: [As an incidental object, you certainly have the right to know. 】
Si and An, who were hanging on the side, struggled to open their eyelids and seemed to have finally woken up. The silk threads clung to and tightened his limbs. He was startled and suddenly woke up. He raised his dazed eyes and saw two people in front of him, one moving and one still.
The young man in the windbreaker stood with his head down, and it was impossible to tell the emotion on his face. He breathed in silence.
The next second, the silver wire that was hanging the two people suddenly broke, and the two people, who had not yet reacted, fell heavily to the ground. Their bound hands and feet fell to the ground before they could change positions. Their bones collided with the ground with a sound of sour teeth. While screaming in pain, they lay on the ground in embarrassment.
But he also happened to see the look of daylight hidden in the shadows.
The young man is laughing.
His gaze fell on Lin Muyu, cold and without temperature. In this space where no one could know, all those anthropomorphic emotions and false smiles were completely discarded by him. He smiled very sincerely, with a gentle curve at the corner of his mouth, and his pupils stared at him like a one-centimeter black hole, which made people feel terrified.
It is a kind of comfort that comes from finally having your obsession within reach, and the joy of grasping what you need. Pure, almost inhuman joy.
[The reason is simple.] 】
Bai Zhou said softly, his tone trembling a little.
[Since God is destined to be born in this world.] 】
[Then why can’t that “God” be me? 】
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