Chapter 46
After successfully entering Shen Chumo's sea of consciousness, Du Mingxing sorted out the current situation.
First, the plot has reached the end of the novel. During their long exploration of pollutants, the heroine and her companions realize that Shen Chumo is the source of the apocalyptic explosion. The suffering he has spawned will become its nourishment, and his power is now immeasurable. To completely purify Shen Chumo, they spontaneously establish an organization with the heroine at its core, named "Spark."
Whether it's the system or the heroine, everything they do is beyond reproach, under the premise of protecting the small world. And Du Mingxing's mission this time is to assist the heroine in completing the purification.
Among them, the deviation of the plot is mainly reflected in that as Shen Chumo's evil transformation intensifies, the strength of various pollution sources increases significantly, and the human survivors find it more difficult to move forward and their development is restricted than in the original text.
In addition, the deviation value of the small world has exceeded the limit and the system cannot detect it. It is difficult for Du Mingxing to obtain quantitative data information from the system. He can only take one step at a time and rely entirely on his physical sense.
After Du Mingxing's experiments and observations over the past few days, her inner demonic state can now be revealed externally, and she can touch physical objects. Moreover, she has inherited Shen Chumo's physique, and can recover even if injured, although not as fast as in the sea of consciousness.
However, the best thing is that this half-real and half-virtual state makes her feel the pain not real, so she can die without worry.
Under Du Mingxing's persistent pestering, Shen Chumo has developed a passive skill of ignoring her whenever he sees her. If she hadn't occasionally seen Shen Chumo's brows furrowed with annoyance at her, she would have suspected that she had become a transparent person in front of him.
She followed Shen Chumo across the ruins, and saw many strange plants she had never seen before growing on the ruins. Inside the collapsed high-rise buildings, there were mixed pollution sources of various shapes. She couldn't help but sigh. From a certain perspective, Shen Chumo was also the God of Creation.
In the doomsday, extreme weather will become more frequent. Frost and snow are likely to fall in the early morning and evening, and the temperature will be extremely high at noon. According to the measurement units of Du Mingxing's previous life, it should be above 60 degrees Celsius.
"Where is our destination?" Du Mingxing swam back and forth in his sea of consciousness.
Shen Chumo didn't answer.
"So what's your next plan? Destroy the base of human survivors?" she continued to probe.
Shen Chumo stopped and glanced coldly at the road ahead. Du Mingxing thought he was finally willing to pay attention to her, and spoke rapidly.
"Didn't you have a good relationship with Su Zihan before? I heard that her base is in the former City B. Do you want to..."
Before he finished speaking, the space around Shen Chumo suddenly twisted and compressed towards him, as if trying to trap him in the space. At the same time, countless explosion points exploded inside, and the ripples resonated with each other, causing even greater vibrations, comparable to ultra-small nuclear weapons.
Du Mingxing, who was in the center of the vortex, felt that these injuries were like an ant trying to shake a tree. They were nothing to Shen Chumo, and there was not even a crack in his sea of consciousness.
"We've been ambushed?" Du Mingxing knew he couldn't wait for Shen Chumo's answer. He pinched his chin thoughtfully, his voice becoming softer and softer, "It seems that humans have already..."
Through Su Zihan, it has been confirmed that Shen Chumo is the source of the disaster, and he is being eliminated through various means.
Shen Chumo waved his hand, like shooing away a mosquito, and the entire space instantly disintegrated, dissipating the explosion into nothingness, leaving only the thick smell of gunpowder in the air. He then slowly tightened his fingers. On the road ahead, several humans were strangled by the throat and lifted up, suspended in mid-air, wailing in pain and fear.
Faintly, one can hear curses such as "devil" and "die a horrible death".
His eyes showed no sadness or joy, and there was only endless indifference in his dark pupils, as if he felt bored. He tightened his fingers, and the sound of bones crackling and even more painful howls came from the opposite street. However, soon this noise would return to dust.
"Chu Mo," Du Mingxing appeared hurriedly and pressed down his outstretched arm, "No."
Shen Chumo glanced at her.
In his impression, the girl who was always 17 years old had an anxious look on her face, and her clear black and white almond-shaped eyes were full of concern and reluctance, as if... she was still there.
Changing tactics?
His previous inner demons only led him to become more chaotic and bloodthirsty, rather than stopping him.
Du Mingxing was delighted by Shen Chumo's distraction. She tried to pry open the other party's fingers to give the human survivor some breathing space. Fearing that she would cause disgust, she used very gentle force. As long as Shen Chumo wanted, she could stop him at any time.
Shen Chumo just looked at her: "Who are you?"
Du Mingxing's heart skipped a beat. His eyes seemed to penetrate her soul and explore her deepest secrets. She laughed dryly, "I'm Shen Huaixin."
He didn't ask any more questions, but just stood there, as if he was deep in thought, or just in a trance.
Finally, he let go of his hand, and the survivors lost their restraint and fell heavily to the ground. Everyone was still in a daze when they heard Du Mingxing shouting at them,
"Run away! Are you trying to kill yourself?"
Everyone woke up as if from a dream. One of the bearded men took one last look at Du Mingxing, used his ability of instant teleportation, and disappeared from sight with several people.
Shen Chumo ignored the few people who fled, stretched out his hand, and brushed his fingertips across Du Mingxing's cheek: "You imitate her very well, more like her than before."
Du Mingxing realized that he still regarded her as his inner demon.
Perhaps it was because he had been deceived countless times by his inner demons over the past ten years that he had long since given up on the fact that she was dead and no longer believed in miracles. She shook her head again, feeling that she had been thinking too well. How could Shen Chumo possibly expect a vicious sister who would stab him in the back?
"I don't know how to prove it," Du Mingxing said honestly, "I am the real me, I'm just possessed by your inner demon."
After thinking about it carefully, she felt that the place where Shen Chumo had just brushed was a little itchy, and scratched it gently: “But…I don’t think the imitation is similar, I used to be very vicious.”
“…”
It was too much like the image he had once longed for, the image of a pearl peeling off its shell to reveal its pure white pearl. So flawless.
The inner demon raised his head and asked him, "Chu Mo, I know it's incredible, but can you try to believe in a miracle? Just like when you entered the pollution source to save me, didn't you also believe that I was always there?"
Shen Chumo leaned forward, his tone cold and dangerous: "You want me to treat you as her?"
Seeing the inner demon nodding hurriedly, as if thinking that he still had some old feelings, Shen Chumo sneered, bit the other's neck fiercely, and said softly,
"Then guess what I would do to you if you were me?"
Du Mingxing's body stiffened, he lowered his eyes, and his face gradually turned pale.
What difference did it make to him whether it was his true self or his inner demon? Either way, he was just a traitor he hated to the core.
She sighed deeply and stroked the back of Shen Chumo's head, as if she was gently comforting a wounded child. His soft short hair was as always, lying obediently in her palm.
"Chu Mo, I told you last time that you can do whatever you want."
“…”
The stinging pain in her neck suddenly intensified, and warm blood oozed out. He gnawed down her neck and rubbed her collarbone as if to tear off a piece of flesh, leaving a row of fierce teeth marks.
"Don't think that putting on this..."
Shen Chumo looked up, his eyes falling on Du Mingxing's tear-soaked face, and was speechless for a moment. When he came to his senses, his fingertips had unknowingly touched a plump teardrop on the other's cheek.
"Chu Mo, let me make it up to you." She choked, transparent and sour pity overflowing from the corners of her eyes.
The tear fell into his palm, and he subconsciously held it, only to feel it burning hot, as if some emotion was melting along the lines of his palm. The feeling of being out of control made him resist, and he shook his palm vigorously, trying to shake the tear away, but even though the moisture had dried, it still felt like it was stuck in his palm, and the touch was hard to dissipate for a long time.
Du Mingxing wiped her tears with the corner of her clothes, her delicate body still twitching, like a wronged kitten. This could make people soften their hearts and forget her previous crime of destroying the house, so Shen Chumo chose not to look at her anymore.
He turned his head away stiffly, a little irritated: "No need."
The next day, Spark Organization.
"This is what happened." The bearded man finished his speech and took a sip of water.
The meeting room was completely silent. The short-haired woman sitting at the end of the table held her chin in her hands, thinking about something. The man sitting next to her spoke first.
"You mean...a beautiful girl in school uniform stopped Shen Chumo? Interesting, really interesting."
"Please give a more detailed description of the girl's appearance."
The bearded man nodded and reminisced with his companions, each of them adding to the girl's appearance and the circumstances of her sudden ghost-like appearance.
"That girl is very strange. Her figure is hard to see clearly, just like seeing flowers in the fog. It always feels hazy. I don't know what supernatural power she used. But she seems to be towards humans. She successfully delayed Shen Chumo and let us go."
"Don't take it lightly. It's good that she's a friend, but we don't know their intentions yet. And since she's staying by Shen Chumo's side, she must have gained his trust."
"Also, give that pinhole camera you brought to Xiao Zhou to repair and see if he can restore some of the photos."
The bearded man nodded and handed the camera to Xiao Zhou: "Xiao Zhou, you try it."
Xiao Zhou looked down at the two-dimensional foil-shaped camera and wiped his sweat. He once again had a clearer understanding of Shen Chumo's abilities. Not only could he capture all attackers simultaneously, but he could also detect and damage electronic equipment, and even devour psychics and pollution sources...
What kind of monster are they fighting? Can humanity really survive?
"Xiao Zhou," a gentle male voice sounded. His voice seemed to carry a strange magic that lifted everyone's gradually weakening morale. "At least we have a better understanding of the enemy than before, right?"
"Mu Xiu is right," the woman at the end of the table, arms folded, finally spoke. "We've come this far after going through so many hardships. Don't underestimate yourself."
“Also, I don’t want any more members to attack Shen Chumo. He is not something we can handle at the moment.”
The bearded man lowered his head in shame: "Sister Han is right, I was reckless."
Soon, the meeting ended.
Su Zihan dragged her exhausted body back to the bedroom, looked up at the moon hanging high in the sky, and her vision went dark in a trance. She shook her head in amusement and touched the hands covering her eyes. They were a man's hands, with distinct joints and slender fingers.
"Ling Xuan?"
The other party didn't say anything, but just tapped her forehead warningly.
"That's Mu Xiu?"
The other party just let go of her hand, put his arm around her and smiled. Unlike the seriousness in the meeting room, Lin Muxiu's voice at this moment was low and seductive: "Zi Han, Han Han..."
Su Zihan's cheeks gradually turned red. Finally, she could no longer bear it and turned around to hug him tightly: "You used mental induction on me again, you are breaking the rules, Doctor Lin."
Lin Muxiu smiled without saying anything and raised his hand to draw the curtains.
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