Chapter 252
Jiang Hanyu did not become the lucky one in this game, and Yi Tu's faith and world collapsed in an instant.
"Congratulations to Oceanic Zone Level 6 Plum Blossom King Brent Daisy for successfully completing the Chime of Time and being crowned the God of Time!"
The system broadcast only once. In a trance, Xiang Mingjue subconsciously looked at the young man standing by the window, almost blending into the night.
In the face of immense suffering and the separation of life and death, no words of comfort can alleviate the pain, even a little bit.
Even Xiao Feng took a while to digest this unacceptable fact.
Neither of them spoke a word. Even Xiang Mingjue, who was pessimistic, was not really prepared to face such a situation.
Who would have thought that Spade King Jiang Hanyu would actually die.
Such an invincible god of war didn't even make it to the very end.
"Has the pendulum clock been turned off?" Xiao Feng asked this question with a glimmer of hope.
Xiang Mingjue's face was full of complexity, and his eyes never left the lonely figure by the window.
"Yes, only one player can walk out of here."
That is, the first winner and the last one.
"The time hasn't come yet." Xiang Mingjue couldn't help but say.
Yitu was still standing by the window, without any response to what they said.
He was like a statue with its soul taken away, leaving only a cold shell.
He stood there for a long time, so long that Xiang Mingjue and Xiao Feng decided to leave, leaving him some private space.
It took so long that Yitu finally regained consciousness from the nightmarish reality as the day was about to end.
His hands were shaking violently, and he fumbled around for a long time before he finally found the thin card.
Maybe it was his own ID card, or maybe it was the one Jiang Hanyu gave him before he died.
Yitu didn't dare to guess, let alone imagine, as he was dizzy and had severe tinnitus.
Holding the card, he finally felt exhausted and sat down on the ground along the wall.
He spread out his trembling hands, and the card lay quietly in his palms.
Yitu stared into it as if he were staring into an abyss.
That's not his card.
All of Jiang Hanyu's personal information was erased, leaving nothing behind.
There are only large areas of blank space on the black card surface.
It was not until this time that Yitu felt the heart-wrenching pain.
Only then did he truly realize that Jiang Hanyu was really gone.
In the end, nothing was left except the tattoos on his body.
They met in the game, and when they parted, the game wiped out everything, just like a dream.
The promises made in the past are nothing but smoke in the air, no trace can be found.
And all the remaining suffering must be borne by him alone.
This is true for Ou Cheng, Xu Heng even more so, and even his beloved Jiang Hanyu is the same.
He sat on the ground and cried silently, realizing that he was truly abandoned by the whole world.
At this moment, Yitu completely lost the desire to live.
On the sixth day of the God of Vengeance's takeover, black snow fell from the gloomy sky and the streets were deserted.
No one was surprised by the scene, not even a single exclamation or conversation.
The world is eerily quiet, as if those who survived have become accustomed to it and numb.
No one would have thought that Yitu, who was also the son of God, would sit in the corner in a daze, with the pain making his handsome face look ugly.
Yitu clenched the cards in his hand and suddenly realized something.
He turned the thin card over, and a scarlet clown face appeared on the black card surface.
Yitu was completely stunned. After a long time, his soft curse could be heard in the room.
"asshole!"
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Looking down through the windows of a high-rise building, the solitary figure holding a colorful paper umbrella standing alone under the dark snow was so conspicuous that it attracted the attention of many people.
Yitu had never expected that his first meeting with Huasan would happen under such circumstances.
A lot of black snow fell on Fu Hengyi's flowery paper umbrella, but the white glow of the umbrella effectively separated them from each other.
As soon as he looked up, he caught a glimpse of Yitu's pale and bloodless face by the window. She really looked like a widow who had just lost her husband and was crying bitterly.
It turned out that the information Xiang Mingjue gave him was not wrong.
Fu Heng sighed, closed his umbrella and went upstairs.
After Yitu opened the door, the first words between the two were inevitably stiff.
"I thought you were gone." Yitu's voice was very hoarse when she said this, and it was obvious that she had been crying.
Huasan raised an eyebrow, a rare warmth appeared on his face, and explained:
"I won't die that easily, it's just..."
"I didn't come to look for you and Hanyu because I just didn't think it was necessary."
He and Jiang Hanyu have been friends since childhood, and they both started playing gambling games at about the same time, so they can barely be considered friends for life and death.
If he were content with mediocrity, he would be a good follower.
But he was unwilling to give up. Even in the final Easter egg game, there wouldn't be much difference.
He still cared about his brothers and his so-called friends, and even silently prayed for everyone to be safe when no one knew.
But he would not seek any help like a weak person, even though this was nothing in Yitu's eyes.
If his prayers had worked, he might not have received any news about Yitu and others.
Because that is equivalent to news of death.
But on this day, he still received it and decided to take a look at it on behalf of his good brother.
"Did he say anything when he left?" The man stood by the door and asked casually:
"Did you mention me?"
Yitu was stunned for a moment, "No."
Huasan sighed again, "I knew that Brother Jiang really has a cruel heart."
Yitu looked at him and knew that the man was trying his best to comfort him and sincerely wanted to help him share the pain.
But he didn't laugh, he really couldn't laugh.
"Yitu, tell the truth." A complex look flashed in Huasan's eyes:
"Live well."
"Why?" Yitu's tone remained unchanged.
"Are you afraid I'll commit suicide?"
Huasan thought for a moment and said:
"Not necessarily. If you hadn't become the Son of God, perhaps sooner or later our ending would have been the same."
"I won't give you any more advice, but if you can get out alive... don't give up hope."
As he said this, Huasan subconsciously touched the pocket on his chest.
Before entering the game, there was always a photo of Song Jingchen there.
Unfortunately, after entering the game, photos could not be brought in, but he had become accustomed to the existence of photos.
"There are others waiting for you to return. You must leave here alive with the memory of him."
"Otherwise, who would remember him?"
Hearing this, Yitu couldn't help but sneer.
"Are humans such selfish animals?"
"You died without warning, leaving the survivors to suffer, and yet you still spoke so sweetly."
"You're so selfish, it's not fair."
Huasan was silent for a moment. He knew Yitu was talking to Jiang Hanyu, but he still couldn't help but defend himself:
"Yes, but Yitu, you know..."
"If you gain something, you lose something."
The man looked into his eyes with a calm expression:
“The process of gaining and enjoying is always sweet and beautiful, but when we lose something we blame it for being unfair and painful.”
"Isn't that selfish?"
Yitu was stunned for a moment, and then he whispered after a while:
"Don't worry, I don't intend to commit suicide."
Huasan nodded. He had finished what he wanted to say and would not stay any longer.
Yi Tu then asked about the situation of Wei Zhou and Shen Yueshu, and Hua Shan shook his head, indicating that he didn't know either.
After hesitating for a moment, he even warned Yitu:
"Stop caring about other people's lives and deaths. Unless you can win this game, the more you know, the more pain you will suffer."
Yitu did not deny it, but asked in return:
"What about you?"
Why couldn't Fu Hengyi, who clearly knew this truth, resist going to Xiang Mingjue to learn about Jiang Hanyu's death? Didn't he understand that the more he knew, the more pain he would suffer?
After a moment of silence, Huasan smiled helplessly and said:
"Because... compared to you, my weak spot is still relatively safe for now."
At least he doesn't have to worry about Song Jingchen dying in the game, at least not now.
But Yitu did not hesitate at all. He cruelly pierced through the candy wrapper that the man had used to disguise himself.
"Don't comfort yourself. If we all die here, how long do you think Song Jingchen can live?"
Huasan looked at Yitu deeply, said nothing more, and turned away.
After the man left, Yitu lost all his strength and looked at the quiet place with empty eyes.
"Don't die, Fu Hengyi."
Don't let Song Jingchen face the same desperate situation as him.
On the sixth day after the God of Vengeance took over, nothing seemed to have happened except for the endless black snow falling from the sky.
And it was from this day that Yitu truly came out of death.
Hua Shan and Xiang Mingjue's worries were unnecessary. As he was given the power to walk out of time by the God of Death, it was almost impossible for him to die.
His body was completely exposed to the air. The more snow fell on him, the more expansion energy his body could absorb.
If this power can be accumulated to a certain level, it can even be comparable to that of a god.
Because the so-called black falling snow is the power bestowed by the goddess of vengeance.
As this power became more and more abundant in his body, Yitu's eyes turned completely scarlet, and his desire to kill became stronger and stronger.
He even had an interesting idea and wanted to put the madness in his mind into action.
Experiencing death and then being reborn might be quite wonderful.
However, this thought only flashed through his mind, and his first death was actually somewhat frustrating.
Xiang Mingjue watched as his entire body exploded and turned into a ball of blood because he absorbed too much power of revenge.
The scene was quite bloody, even Xiao Feng couldn't help but frown, he was really disgusted.
"Why would he do this? When did we offend him? Damn it!"
After a while, a black shadow emerged at the original location and slowly condensed into a solid entity.
The entity that looked exactly like Yi Tu looked up and smiled at Xiao Feng, which was really cold and scary.
"Fuck, I can't take it anymore!"
Xiao Feng thought Yi Tu was really crazy, so he said this and returned to Xiang Mingjue's body.
Xiang Mingjue shook his head helplessly. Yi Tu had heard everything Xiao Feng said just now, so he deliberately scared the man.
"How is it?" Xiang Mingjue walked over and asked.
Yitu looked at the blood on the ground, his expression no longer as crazy as before, and said calmly:
"The upper limit is very high, but if it cannot be released within a certain period of time, this power will still explode within the body."
Hearing this, Xiang Mingjue narrowed his eyes and said, "Guess how many people would let go of such a good opportunity?"
The author has something to say:
I didn't give you too many knife-throwing jokes, and the ending is also happy. Just keep watching, it will be the end soon~
I updated one chapter for everyone, and I will probably update another chapter tomorrow~
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