Mu Sicheng looked at Bai Liu's unprecedented expression, and was stunned for a moment before he began to report: "... Jiayi and the others have discussed it. On the last floor, there is a diagram of the structure of this spaceship. Shall we go down and take a look?"

Because of Bai Liu's abnormality, his voice began to become softer.

"Let's go." Bai Liu retracted his gaze and headed towards the bottom floor. Halfway there, he suddenly said, "Mu Sicheng, the enemy's siege is focusing on me."

Mu Sicheng was shocked: "What, it's you?! Then we need to talk to Tang Er quickly and shift the focus of the main attack to you..."

"No." Bai Liu raised his eyes and looked at Mu Sicheng, "The main point of protection will be you. I have already negotiated with Tang Er."

Mu Sicheng was anxious: "But the focus of the siege is you! You know that Tang Er, the main attacker, will completely follow your orders on the court. He believes whatever you say. If you say that the target of the siege is us, he will not doubt you at all!"

"When the enemy attacks us, we won't be able to stop them!"

"Even if the siege focuses on me, there's no way I can stop them." Bai Liu's tone was very cold, so cold that it brought out a sense of threat. "You and any other team member must never put protecting me first."

"I know you are easily impulsive, your movements and combat awareness are very sharp, and you move very fast. When the time comes, you will rush over to block my attack immediately, so I warn you in advance. This is absolutely not allowed."

Mu Sicheng wanted to say something, but Bai Liu looked at him with eyes so dark that not even a ray of light could penetrate them:

"Mu Sicheng, this is an order."

"Are you going to disobey the warlock's orders in the arena?"

Mu Sicheng opened his mouth, and finally gritted his teeth and said, "...I understand."

So what exactly happened, and why was Bai Liu so... so nervous.

Mu Sicheng had never seen Bai Liu so tense, or even full of anger while playing games. Even when facing life and death, this guy could still talk and laugh. But now, before the game even started, he looked as if he had seen something extremely terrifying, and there was no expression on his face.

This is just... a game. The worst possible outcome is that you admit defeat and leave.

Bai Liu walked forward. He was glad that he was wearing such thick and cumbersome clothes. Otherwise, with Mu Sicheng's keen sensitivity, he would definitely notice that his hands inside his clothes were shaking.

But judging from Bai Liu's expression, you couldn't tell that he would be like this. He was so calm and unperturbed that anyone would think that he could still predict and control the overall situation.

In fact, he didn't understand why his hands were shaking, why his heart was beating so fast, and why when he guessed what Bai Liu was going to do, he was so... scared.

Don't die.

Bai Liu heard a voice deep in his heart saying softly, it was a very soft, young boy's voice - Aren't you a monster?

[Don't die in front of me, Sheta.]

[You are my only friend, the only person who will stay close to me. ]

Bai Liu took a deep breath, turned his head and raised his hands to slightly cover his eyes so that Mu Sicheng could not see his expression. He clenched his hands and forced himself to calm down and not be carried away by fear. He began to analyze.

This was already outside the world line, so this was not a game, and there was no option to exit the game. It was just that he couldn't tell them yet. This extreme situation would make these people do their best to protect him... and this kind of scene outside the world line had a very dangerous uncertainty factor -

——Bai Liu can log into this spaceship at any time, because it is located outside the world line, and logging in does not interfere with the world line.

If Bai Liu faced Bai Liu alone, he would not be afraid, but there were not only him here, there were also...

have……

Bai Liu closed his eyes. He remembered the smile on the fifth floor, when Bai Liu raised his soul sniper rifle and aimed at other people:

【Having emotions makes you weak, Bai Liu.】

Mu Sicheng pushed open the door, and a warm and moist breeze blew on his face, mixed with a warm halo. Tang Er frowned and looked at him worriedly. Mu Ke handed him a cup of warm tea, and Liu Jiayi paused.

"What's wrong with you?" She noticed something and frowned, "You look bad, Bai Liu."

"I'm not used to the environment here." Bai Liu took the warm tea and took a sip. He chuckled, lowered his eyes and changed the subject as if nothing had happened. "Where is the spaceship structure diagram? Let me take a look."

Liu Jiayi stared at Bai Liu's profile with suspicion, and Mu Ke also stared at him. They obviously wanted to ask more questions, but Bai Liu quickly diverted their attention.

"This spaceship has four layers of structure." Bai Liu looked at the spaceship diagram suspended on the control board, from bottom to top, and then clicked on the last layer, "We are here. The fourth layer is the production line of some monsters. Above that, there are the production lines of some core heretics."

Liu Jiayi's eyes fell on Bai Liu's face without moving. She began to analyze: "I suspect this is the system backend."

“I saw the label on the box.”

Bai Liu's fingers paused for a moment, and he quickly and calmly continued: "I share the same view."

"Not only that." Tang Er frowned, "I also suspect that this is the save point of Bai Liu's world line."

“Look at this picture.”

Tang Er opened the spaceship map and a brand new map emerged. This map showed the locations of 658 earths, with various annotations and save instructions next to them.

"...This should be the world line we are in. There is no save point yet, and the game is still running." Tang Erda took a deep breath and tried his best to calm down before continuing to analyze. He clicked on the previous [Earth], "But here, here, the game is already over."

"Hakuroku has already contaminated these world lines with heresy. These world lines have already ended the game and have been saved."

"I don't think it's right." Mu Ke looked at the floating picture and asked by tapping the desktop. "If the games in these worlds have ended and entered the state of time stopping at the save point, then these world lines should have nothing and nothing is needed. Then why when we came up from the fourth floor, those assembly lines were still continuously producing props and heretics and transporting them to these world lines where the games should have ended?"

"There's only one reasonable guess."

Mu Ke raised his eyes and looked at Bai Liu who had remained silent: "That is, the games in these world lines have not ended at all."

"Impossible." Tang Erda quickly shook his head and denied it. "When I left each world line, the entire world line was seriously polluted by different heretics. Most of the players in the game have turned into monsters and stayed in the game. The game operation has been stopped."

"I watched with my own eyes as the game operation was stopped and we were confirmed to have failed. Only then was I allowed to jump to the next world line. At that time, the whole world was full of heretics. Everyone in reality was suffering. Basically, their minds were contaminated by heretics and they had become monsters. There was no need for Bai Liu to continue running the game and reaping suffering."

"Is that so?" Mu Ke seemed to understand. "If that's the case, then what about these props and heretics that are still being transported to these saved world lines?"

Liu Jiayi stared at Bai Liu and narrowed her eyes: "Bai Liu, do you have any ideas?"

"My idea is..." Bai Liu said calmly, his head lowered, his expression unclear, "In these world lines, the game between the Prophet and the Evil God has indeed ended. The Evil God has fulfilled his wish by using his own derivatives to smuggle heresy and pollute the entire world line. These world lines all ended with the failure of the Prophet."

"But the game of [Evil God] in these world lines is not over yet."

Tang Erda realized something, and he suddenly remembered what the Tang Erda he met in the fifth building had said to him -

——After you leave, time continues to flow.

The pain of all people is still continuing and circulating, offering endlessly to God, without a moment of stopping.

"I used to wonder why the heresy called the Dried Rose, which consumes everyone's vitality, was released into every world line." Bai Liu continued calmly, "Obviously, this thing does not conform to the principles of the Evil God. The Dried Rose will cause death, and the dead can no longer produce pain or value."

"The heresy He likes should be the kind that can sustain people's basic vitality, allowing them to remain awake, holding on to a certain glimmer of hope that they cannot give up, and thus causing them endless pain."

"——Just like the Kingdom of Gold?" Mu Ke asked softly, "Because they know that Georgia is protecting them, the citizens will always have hope and wait for Georgia's return, right?

"Yeah." Bai Liu curled his fingers on the console, and his voice dropped. "Without hope, there is no pain. If you have never gained anything, you will be numb when you lose it."

"The pain that dried rose leaves can cause is indeed enormous, but only for a period of time. By the end of it, everyone will gradually become numb."

"Later, I understood why He allowed the emergence and spread of [Dried Rose]."

Bai Liu raised his head and stared at the 658 suspended "Earth" images: "—Because He can make time cycle continuously."

"He only needs to set the save point at the most painful moment for everyone, and then when everyone is about to become numb, he will rewind time and jump to that save point, letting time loop, and the people inside will continue to suffer."

"This mechanism sounds familiar, right?"

"Isn't this..." Mu Ke looked at Bai Liu in disbelief, "--a game copy?"

"So, the dungeon we log into every time is not a game dungeon at all, but a place in these polluted world lines where a save point is placed and it is constantly looping?!"

Bai Liu closed his eyes: "...Yes."

"Those heretics and props that were transported over, the heretics were used to reset the instance and spread the contaminated instance again, making it the same as before. The props were not distributed to the people in that world line, but to the players who logged into that world line [game instance]."

“——that is, ourselves.”

"The game of the evil god is still going on in a more cruel way in the world where these prophet lost the game."

"The same is true for our own world line. If we cannot win the game, the evil god will arrange the copies of other world lines that are circulating in the same way into our reality."

"No wonder..." Mu Ke sat on the chair in a daze, "No wonder it's like that."

"And Bai Liu's evil deeds don't stop there, right?" Liu Jiayi's face was also very ugly. "In the game, we also met some NPCs who jumped out of the loop. Most of them are people who have traded with the evil god, so these people are real. They have the memory of the loop and are being tortured continuously."

"——This is how they inflict pain on the evil god after making a deal with him, right?

——The seven-day game repeats itself over and over again, the NPCs become more and more realistic, and after making a deal with the evil god, the main game character breaks out of the cycle, makes a deal with the evil god with hope, but ends up becoming more and more miserable, and is tortured in various ways after being logged in by the player.

The Doctor in the Ice Age, Alex in the jungle, the zombie Taoist in Yinshan Village, Xiaokui in the evil god sacrifice...

"If we lose the game against the evil god this time." Liu Jiayi looked straight at Bai Liu, "We will also become NPCs like those in other people's games, right?"

"No." Bai Liu raised his eyes, his pupils were dark, and his tone was clear, "You won't."

——Because this is the last world line.

"This system spaceship is equivalent to a large transfer center, transferring players from our 658 world line to copies in other world lines. After the game is over, the players are transferred back and rewards and points are distributed at the same time." Bai Liu quickly continued to analyze, "Not only that, this spaceship is also equivalent to a large heretic smuggling ferry."

Tang Erda was very sensitive to "smuggling heresy". He quickly looked at Bai Liu and asked, "How did you smuggle it?"

"When I came here, I took a look at the source of this assembly line for producing heretics." Bai Liu continued calmly, "It is not produced using a certain raw material, but extracted from the void and various world lines."

"In other words, Bai Liu first polluted the world line with heretics. After the heretics were continuously produced in this world line, he then used the system backend to extract the heretics from this world line and stored them in this huge system backend spaceship. When entering the next world line, he used the heretics stored in this spaceship to pollute the next world line."

"It is equivalent to that all failed world lines have become Bailiu's heresy production factories."

Bai Liu looked at Tang Erda, whose face was extremely dark:

"That is to say, as long as Bai Liu has a world line that continues to produce heretics, he can continuously use the system background to extract heretics from this world line, and then distribute the heretics as rewards to players who log in to other world lines. He can use the players of the new world lines in these games to smuggle heretics to the new world lines."

"As long as there are games, there will be players who will enter the game out of desire. The Heretic Management Bureau will never be able to accommodate all the heretics that he smuggled in."

"Even if you kill the derivative White Six in every world line, the largest smuggling system backstage spaceship outside this world line still exists, and you can't stop the spread of heresy. He said before that the game would end after killing the derivative White Six, but it's not true. White Six misled you."

"He lied to you. Tokens aren't the point."

"Bai Liu has been cheating since the beginning."

Bai Liu was silent for a moment: "As long as the game exists and this system exists, you will never be able to defeat Him."

"Then let's blow up the backend of this system?" Mu Sicheng, who had been leaning against the side with his arms crossed, suddenly spoke up. He looked straight at Bai Liu, "Blow it up, the system will no longer exist, the game will no longer exist, and everything will be over."

Bai Liu rejected it coldly: "No."

"The backend of this system must not be blown up."

Mu Sicheng clicked his tongue in annoyance. “Didn’t they say that with this system in the background, we can never defeat Bai Liu? Why can’t we blow him up?!”

Liu Jiayi and Mu Ke looked over at the same time. Tang Er paused for a moment, his eyes fixed: "There are heretics behind this system. It's best to destroy it."

Bai Liu looked away from these people, his breathing became unsteady for a moment: "...show me your assigned roles in this game."

Mu Sicheng was still angry because Bai Liu had bullied him before, so he didn't say anything. But when Bai Liu asked him about it, he answered, "I've shown it to you."

"I am the guard number 0004 here."

Liu Jiayi stretched out the panel: "I am the guard of 0601."

"I'm the guard of 0005." Mu Ke raised his hand.

"I am the guard of 0002." Tang Erda looked at Bai Liu, "As guards, our mission is to escort you to take control of the spaceship and become the captain of this spaceship."

Bai Liu stared intently at the panel displayed in front of him, trying his best to control his emotional reactions, breathing and heart rate, so as not to reveal any flaws in front of these people.

[System prompt: After players Tang Erda/Mu Ke/Liu Jiayi jumped out of the world line, their player identities were stripped.]

【Re-verify your identity.】

[Real identity: 0658 World Line Transport Product, Humanoid Heretic, No. 0601/0005/002]

【Rose Hunter/Blood Witch/Assassin】

[System spaceship backstage soul storage location - first floor.]

[System reminder: Only real players can see the truth. The world you see is different from the world the monsters see.]

Bai Liu looked around slowly and opened his mouth, as if he wanted to say something - because in the background judgment of this system, players are also heretics, so your skill identity is called Monster Book.

You are monsters too.

Your souls... are also bound to the background of this system.

Therefore, the system backend cannot crash.

"Let's follow the game's instructions first." Bai Liu held the cup of warm tea, lowered his eyes to look at the ripples in the water, and spoke in an inaudible voice, "Win the game first, then get out of here."

...Stop shaking your hands.

If you shake again, it will be noticed.

"Okay." Mu Ke continued speaking along with Bai Liu's words. He looked at Bai Liu's bloodless lips and couldn't hide the worry on his face. "Bai Liu, are you seasick?"

"A little bit." Bai Liu clenched his fist and coughed, then continued to look at the floating map calmly. "We have understood the lower two layers of the structure diagram of this spaceship. From the description, the second layer seems to be full of files and data of various world lines, recording the specific information of the archive points and world lines."

Mu Sicheng sneered: "Bai Liu, this idiot is quite idle. He memorized a whole level."

"Of course the save point of the world line must be recorded carefully. This is a very important file." Tang Erda looked at the second floor. His brows have been tightly wrinkled since he saw this picture. "When I inherited the authority of the [Prophet], I saw in a top-secret file that the Bureau of Heresy also has a save point."

"It is the save point for recording the Prophet."

Tang Erda looked at Bai Liu and said, "Have you seen the save point?"

"——Heresy 0001, named [Future]."

"It is said that this is the save point recorded by the Prophet."

"But I've never seen it before." Tang Erda's eyes were deep, "Because even the prophet who recorded these [save points] said that this is a [future] that will drive people crazy after looking directly at it."

"The Prophet said that hunters are absolutely forbidden to see the future."

Bai Liu asked: "Why?"

Tang Er paused: "Because something terrible will happen."

"This is the control room of the spaceship, right?" Liu Jiayi fiddled with the console, enlarged the picture, pointed to the first cabin on the top of the spaceship and said, "At the top of the spaceship, it is labeled as Level 0. There is a door below. We should find the key to open this door and enter here to seize control of the spaceship."

"But this spaceship has a straight-elevator design, which is somewhat similar to the Heretic Administration." Tang Erda stared at the structure diagram of the spaceship and said, "To reach the 0th floor, you must first pass through the second and first floors."

Bai Liu looked at the spaceship structure diagram, was silent for a while, put down the teacup, stood up while leaning on the table: "Let's go."

"Go to level 0."

Mu Ke glanced at the teacup to see if the ripples in it had yet to dissipate.

He pursed his lips and looked up at Bai Liu's departing back.

The second level of the spaceship is the save point and world line information storage room.

After Cen Mingming logged into the system spaceship, he realized where he was almost instantly. He sneered at the misleading information given on the system panel and quickly ordered: "Go to the upper floors of the spaceship!"

He wanted to see what that bastard Bai Liu had recorded.

Cen Mingming gritted his teeth, and heard Lu Yizhan's calm voice, as if he had seen through everything - [Don't interfere anymore, Junior Brother. ]

[The future may not be what you imagined, but overall, it is not a bad ending.]

What does this guy who has betrayed his original intentions time and time again know? !

He is a prophet, but he only dares to use his skills to peek into God's script in bits and pieces, and gets a bunch of nonsense poetic prophecies that he can't even understand. He has such a powerful heresy as "Future" in his hand, and can clearly see fragments of "Future", but he was used as a save point by Lu Yizhan, and he has never seen the future of the world? !

Cen Mingming wanted to watch it, but was sternly stopped by Lu Yizhang. Cen Mingming was so angry that he beat Lu Yizhang. However, Lu Yizhang still let him beat him and firmly refused to let him watch "The Future".

Later, Cen Mingming gradually learned to ignore the existence of this heresy.

Lu Yizhan told him about the good and bad endings, but Cen Mingming just treated them as jokes. He didn't believe a word of it because he knew Lu Yizhan...

The only future I have ever seen -

——is his own future.

[Junior brother, I am actually quite weak. I dare not look at the future of anyone I have interacted with.]

[I don’t want to be a prophet at all. I’m afraid that everyone’s future may not be what I expect.]

[I was afraid that no one could save me.]

Lu Yizhan stood beside the training ground. The wind blew his uniform as the captain of the first team back and forth. Lu Yizhan turned around, smiling and said to him, "I'm going to win the championship!"

【But I have seen my own future. 】

That’s a good future.

Cen Mingming walked towards the top floor. He said coldly, "Go up one floor."

"Don't look out the window, it will lower your spirit value."

Cen Mingming walked past the huge transparent window that was flashing with fluorescent light. He lowered his head, and his desperate shadow stretched very long on the ground.

——It was so long that it formed a straight line with the shadows cast into the cabin by the 685 world lines.

From the window of the spaceship, you can see the stars moving, and silver-blue dust surrounding each earth, slowly moving in space, as if jellyfish in the deep sea are circling their falling prey. The flashing halos are obviously very beautiful, just like the beautiful scenery deliberately created by humans in an aquarium, but it gives people a feeling of drowning after entering the deep sea.

It always makes people feel that in this vast universe, they can't seem to find their place, and can only keep sinking and sinking, unable to find a place for the spaceship to land.

It’s like the eternal night at the pole, the mountain village forever hidden in the ghost, the darkness before the annual festival fireworks—

——The Wishing Sea that sank the mermaid.

"Don't you want to take a look at the two floors below, Captain?" a team member asked softly.

"No need to look." Cen Mingming strode forward without looking back. The badge of the Heretic Management Bureau on his shoulder shone faintly under the silver-blue light. His tone was calm and indifferent. "They are just heretics and monsters who only need to be destroyed."

Cen Mingming walked to the elevator leading to the first floor. He paused, reached out, opened the elevator, and walked in.

"In this game, all you have to do is move forward."

“Crack—”

“About to enter the first level.”

The elevator moved upwards and then stopped. The moment the elevator opened, Cen Mingming, who was walking in front of everyone else, raised his head. When he saw the structure of the first floor clearly, Cen Mingming's expression and movements froze for a second or two.

——A pitch-black corridor, a faint smell of seawater, heretic shelters with labels on both sides, and heretics hiding in the shadows, restlessly trying to get closer.

This is exactly the same as the lowest level of the Bureau of Heresy.

——The so-called "Humanoid Heretic" containment center.

Cen Mingming paused for a few seconds, then stepped out of the elevator: "Let's go."

The other three members of the second team were very wary of this environment. Although they had never been to the lower level of the Heretic Management Bureau, this was obviously the common configuration of the Heretic Management Bureau to contain heretics. They all turned to look at Cen Mingming and said in a serious tone: "Captain, this is the same as... the environment we work in."

Daniel followed him curiously, looking at the first floor of the spaceship with interest: "So this is where you, a weird one-eyed guy, work?"

"Don't talk about me like that, Captain!" One team member was angry and wanted to argue with Daniel.

Daniel narrowed his eyes and was about to draw his gun, but Cen Mingming's eyes hardly shifted. He turned with one hand, pressed Daniel's hand holding the gun behind his back, and threw Daniel to the ground.

Cen Mingming looked down, his right foot on Daniel's struggling shoulder, his eagle-like right eye holding a warning and murderous intent, his voice low and hoarse: "You can call me whatever you want."

"One-eyed dragon, one-eyed blind man, it's all fine, it's up to you."

"But don't let me see you pull a gun on my guys."

"otherwise--"

"You're going to kill me?" Daniel replied with a nonchalant smile.

"I killed Bai Liu." Cen said indifferently, "The second before you were about to meet him, fight him, and let him recognize your ability."

Daniel's expression darkened completely. He stared at Cen Mingming sinisterly, and after a long while he put away the gun in his hand. Cen Mingming withdrew his feet. Daniel patted the dust off his body, sighed in annoyance, and asked in boredom: "...Why did you come here?"

"Can't I just go down and kill those players and show the Godfather what I'm capable of?"

"Until you find the key and master the secret to clear this game," Cen Mingming said coldly, "even if you put a gun to your godfather's head, he won't even look at you."

"His feelings for his teammates are not as deep as you think. Compared with those insignificant circus members, Bai Liu cares more about winning or losing the game."

——After all, it was in another world line, and he could easily kill his own team members with the Soul Crusher, but he was just a beast because it was not easy to use.

"...That's true." Daniel stroked his chin and smiled happily, "It's just right that it's not important."

"I don't want the Godfather to have anything important, it will only hinder his progress."

"...Those team members, don't shoot them unless it's necessary." Cen Mingming walked forward and suddenly said, "This is the order of the tactician."

Daniel looked at Cen Mingming's expressionless face strangely and raised his eyebrows: "I thought you didn't like them?"

Cen Mingming didn't say anything. He turned his face away with some displeasure, and looked at Daniel with one eye half closed. He said in a low voice: "--That doesn't mean I want you to kill them with the Soul Crusher Gun."

“And only when it’s not necessary.”

Cen Mingming's tone returned to indifference. He clenched his right hand, which was wearing the Death Ring: "If necessary, I will kill them myself."

The silver ring was cold and sharp, and holding it tightly felt like holding a razor blade, with an uncomfortable sharpness.

...He clearly logged into the game with Bai Liu with the mentality of an executioner.

But for some reason, when he saw this corridor, Cen Mingming remembered that night again - Bai Liu was captured by Tang Erda and taken to the Heretic Management Bureau, and Lu Yizhang used his captain's certificate to log into the last level to stop Bai Liu who was about to release all the heretics.

At that time, Cen Mingming received a notification that someone had used the prophet's authority and hurried back.

He also rushed to the last level, and then looked at the screen with indifference as Lu Yizhan raised his hands to block Bai Liu who raised his gun, and said, "If you want to do this, kill me first."

At that moment, Cen Mingming even expected Bai Liu to shoot Lu Yizhan. He just stood by and could save the life of that idiot Lu Yizhan. And at that time, Bai Liu had also done something that crossed the line. It was reasonable for him to arrest Bai Liu, the heretic who had caused such a big chaos tonight and deliberately shot innocent people. Lu Yizhan had no reason to stop him.

He no longer had to get stuck in this vortex of logical paradox with Lu Yizhan, that stubborn idiot, where the other party had to do something bad before he could be executed.

The game ended at that moment.

But Lu Yizhan just waited there, holding his hands up, waiting for Bai Liu to put down the gun. From Cen's unclear angle, he could see light flickering in Lu Yizhan's eyes, his hands trembling, his voice trembling, but Lu Yizhan was still smiling: "I said, I will never pull a gun on you until you really do something wrong."

"——In that case, if you really want to do something bad, please kill this incompetent me before you really do it."

Cen Mingming knew that Lu Yizhan was hesitant towards Bai Liu, but at that moment, Cen Mingming saw that besides Lu Yizhan's shaking hands -

——Bai Liu's hand holding the gun was also shaking.

The shaking was very slight, very subtle. Even Lu Yizhang, a fool standing close by, might not be able to notice it, because Bai Liu's expression was so calm.

But Cen Mingming discovered it. He even discovered that this shrewd and vigilant man, who would repeatedly check the loyalty of even the team members who possessed souls in him and would even kill them at the slightest sign of betrayal, was a cold-blooded monster. Because his attention was all on Lu Yizhan, Bai Liu did not notice that there was someone hiding in the shadows here.

This is incredible.

——It was just like the first time Cen Mingming saw the eighteen-year-old Bai Liu, who climbed out of the wishing well on the school mountain, bruised and wet, and rescued a classmate who had ill intentions towards him.

Bai Liu was already unconscious at that time, but he held on to that classmate's hand tightly and prevented him from drowning - and this was the hand of a classmate whom he intended to kill.

This was the first time that Cen Mingming showed mercy to the derivative of [White Six].

Cen Mingming hid silently in the shade of the trees, watching Lu Yizhan come forward and carry Bai Liu on his back. Bai Liu's mind was already blurred, and his hands rolled down weakly from Lu Yizhan's shoulders. It seemed that his hands were only half as wide as Lu Yizhan's, and he was as weak as a small animal that had lost its nest and had no protection.

If Cen Mingming wanted to kill Bai Liu at that time, he probably didn't even need a gun. He only needed to walk up to him and push him off Lu Yizhang's shoulder. Bai Liu would then fall to the ground, curl up into a ball, and freeze to death silently on the hill behind the school.

Lu Yizhan sent Bai Liu to the mountain gate, and then hurried back to deal with the follow-up of the heresy in the wishing pool. Before leaving, he clasped his hands together and bowed to Cen Mingming, asking him, "Please help me look after Bai Liu and make sure he returns to the dormitory safely."

Cen Mingming crossed his arms over his chest, his face full of indifference. He naturally wanted to refuse, but Lu Yizhan raised his head and looked at him straight: "Bai Liu is the first person you want to execute, don't you want to observe him more and get to know him better?"

"I don't want to know more about the prisoner I'm going to execute." Cen Mingming turned his head coldly.

"At least before the execution." Lu Yizhan was very persistent, "See if he is the one you really want to execute?"

Cen Ming was silent for a long time. He was forcibly pushed to the top of the mountain by Lu Yizhan.