Chapter 181 The Nameless Corpse (6)
But after realizing this, she froze on the spot, finding herself speechless.
She and Wei Shengqianheng were on the same string, like standing on the same rope suspended over an abyss, but Wei Shengqianheng saw the end of the rope on fire before she did.
What can you do if you can go back and change things countless times, even if you can't go back and change them?
She had never understood Wei Sheng Qian Heng before, but at this moment she suddenly understood.
Faced with the truth of the world, a future without a future, Wei Sheng Qian Heng is the one who was truly driven mad.
And what about her? If all of this is meaningless, then what is she pursuing?
There is no cure for Manla disease, and the planet will inevitably face destruction sooner or later.
Lanxi was willing to give up his 'immortal' life in an attempt to delay the final burning, but would it really work?
The suppression of the foundation stone is weakening... Manla disease is breaking out, and the microbial balance is getting stronger.
Just as You An traded his future for the present, what Wei Sheng Qian Heng has been doing all along is no different from what the planet does.
Time is a continuous circle, and everyone is trapped in it without any way out.
The sounds of the waves, the wind, and even the increasingly heavy breathing of the people around me became blurred and distant, as if separated by an impenetrable barrier.
She looked up at the thick fog ahead.
All strength and all emotions seem so insignificant and laughable in the face of fate.
Shu Changyan's gaze never left her. He was the first to notice that something was wrong with her and gently called her name.
She didn't respond; not even her eyelashes trembled.
"Shu Ningmiao?"
Rennagi also noticed her unusual behavior; he had never seen her like this before.
She, who was always rational and strong, seemingly able to control everything, appeared so vulnerable, so... lost and bewildered at this moment.
Xiao Jiang frowned. She wasn't used to this somber atmosphere, and she couldn't stand Shu Ningmiao's dejected appearance.
The woman reached out and put her hand on her shoulder: "...Are you alright?"
Shu Ningmiao finally snapped out of that state, blinked, her hair clinging to her face, her pupils faintly red: "I don't know."
"Don't be like that." Xiao Jiang reached out to her and rubbed her face hard with his calloused hands. "Even if the world is destroyed the day after tomorrow, we still have to live tomorrow."
Renna nodded, took a deep breath, and tried to make her voice sound calm. They had always relied on Shu Ningmiao as their backbone, but they couldn't show despair now: "Yes! There is no cure for Manra disease, but as long as we reduce the mining of Pandora and stop excavating the foundation stone, it can still be alleviated, right?"
Even if there is an end to the world, they may not be around by then.
Hearing their words, Shu Ningmiao silently raised her head.
A soft halo of light was reflected in her eyes.
The light came from a massive pollutant that had been immersed in silent lamentation.
It finally moved, its arms outstretched, and once again covered Shu Changyan's head. Shu Changyan did not dodge, but the moment they touched, his eyes trembled violently. Shu Ningmiao immediately reached out to support him, asking with her eyes.
He nodded slightly to indicate that he was alright, then looked up at the contaminated creature with its limbs twisted.
On the face covered with vertical pupils, transparent tears slowly flowed down.
A fragmented yet crystal-clear voice pierced the depths of their consciousness, and Shu Ningmiao turned her attention to the polluted entity in front of her.
“Kill… Wei Sheng Qian Heng.”
No one else reacted—only they heard the sound.
Perhaps it's because Shu Changyan's genes were modified by Dian Shi, and part of her current body comes from Shu Changyan.
It instinctively drew closer to hope, facing the child it had created to control the myriad microorganisms, and uttered its final plea.
Shu Changyan's forehead was covered in a fine layer of cold sweat. He held Shu Ningmiao's hand, covered his forehead, and his eyes were filled with complex emotions.
This lament seemed to have exhausted its last bit of strength.
The pale body began to disintegrate from the edges, gradually turning into fine dust that drifted upwards and silently merged into the mist.
As the giant shadow became transparent and ethereal, slowly disappearing, the surrounding thick fog seemed to lose some kind of support, beginning to churn and surge violently, no longer appearing solid.
"No! No!" The fishermen seemed to suddenly wake up, realizing what had happened, and tried to grab the slowly fading fog around them.
And at this very moment.
Click...click.
A very subtle, crisp sound came from beneath their feet.
Shu Ningmiao subconsciously looked down and saw that the black sand beneath her feet was condensing blue crystals at a visible speed. These crystals grew and spread wildly, quickly covering the surrounding ground.
A deep echo came from the vast, boundless sea.
The scene before our eyes is unforgettable for any witness.
The sea, which had been churning with waves, seemed to freeze as if by some force, stopping and solidifying, the vast expanse of seawater instantly condensing into an endless blue crystal.
Within minutes, the entire sea area transformed from a turbulent sea into a desolate yet magnificent plain of stones.
Moreover, the crystal is not stationary; it is slowly but irresistibly spreading toward the edge of the field of vision.
Light scatters across the crystal, casting an unreal halo over everything around it.
Birds in the sky flapped their wings in terror, fleeing from an unprecedentedly horrifying sight.
It took Xiao Jiang a long time to find his voice: "It...turned the entire sea into a foundation stone?!"
The sea surface seemed to solidify, and the wind appeared to thin out.
Shu Ningmiao stared at the area within her sight for a moment before saying, "It shouldn't have that much power yet. Only this part that we can see now is covered by the foundation stone, and it won't last long."
Rennagi's face turned pale, and she murmured, "At this rate of spread, the entire planet will soon know about the anomaly that occurred in Pingyi."
Of course, Wei Sheng Qian Heng would also know.
Shu Ningmiao raised her hand to her forehead, as if forcibly suppressing the turbulent thoughts churning in her mind: "Let me think."
She moved slowly, turning and walking in the opposite direction from the coast.
Xiao Jiang instinctively tried to follow, but before she could take a step, a hand pressed down on her shoulder.
Rennagi shook her head silently, her gaze following the receding figure, filled with worry.
Shu Ningmiao quickened her pace, leaving all sounds behind. She finally stopped in an empty place, slowly slid down, buried her face in her knees, and let one hand hang unconsciously at her side. Her fingertips sank into the black sand, repeatedly curling and relaxing, leaving messy marks.
The coffin stone covering the sea stood silently in the distance. Another hand naturally and gently covered her hand, the movement very light, with a hint of probing.
Shu Ningmiao's fingers stiffened.
The hand that came over hers was burning hot, a stark contrast to her icy skin. He didn't grip it tightly, but simply held it quietly against her hand, continuously transferring his warmth.
Shu Changyan quietly came to her side, without saying a word or staring at her. He simply followed her example and sat quietly to the side, his gaze fixed on the Dead Sea covered by the sacrificial stone in the distance.
Shu Ningmiao did not break free: "Do you want to go back to Binie?"
“You should say—” Shu Changyan chuckled softly, “We’ll go back to Binie and kill Wei Sheng Qianheng.”
He paused, then continued, "And then I said, 'Yes, sir.'"
She finally turned to look at him without saying a word. Her cheeks were red from being pressed against her knees for so long, and a few strands of hair clung to her temples.
He raised his hand, carefully brushed the strands of hair from her cheek, his fingertips brushed against the corner of her eye, then leaned down slightly and kissed her eyes.
A gentle, sigh-like kiss landed on her eyelids.
Shu Ningmiao's eyelashes trembled uncontrollably twice before she closed her eyes.
"If someone absolutely has to save everything."
Shu Changyan lowered his head and pressed his cheek against hers: "In this world, I believe only you can do this... Even if you haven't saved anyone, you are still my god, always have been."
She leaned back, her fingertips accidentally brushing against something hard in her pocket—a silver pendant, the life charm that Eric had given her.
Life can overcome death.
How ironic.
Pandora was born from humanity's desire to survive, but its very existence is an overdraft on human life.
She had to make a decision; the foundation stone that Lanxi had become couldn't last much longer.
Even if she can't cure Manla disease, she will still kill Wei Shengqianheng!
Shu Ningmiao paused, as if to confirm the weight of her next words: "I..."
Buzzing—
A sudden vibration, accompanied by a ringtone, came from the coat pocket, sounding particularly sharp in the quiet atmosphere.
Both of them lowered their eyes and looked toward the source of the sound.
To avoid being tracked, she had long since left her old terminal at the Union Building. The terminal she had with her now was a new one she bought in the service area, and the terminal number was completely different.
Who would it be at a time like this?
She appears to have only used this device to contact one person.
This person would never call her for trivial matters.
Shu Ningmiao's fingertip hovered over the answer button for a moment before she finally brought the terminal to her ear.
She didn't speak immediately, but listened in silence.
At first, there was a lot of noisy electrical interference on the other end of the terminal, and the signal seemed to be extremely unstable. After a moment, a calm male voice broke through the noise.
"Something has happened to Pigne."
Weston didn't call her name; his voice was drowned out by a louder noise. Several seconds later, it came back, spoken faster: "All the churches of the Eucharist Church in the capital have opened their doors, indicating their willingness to accept Manla patients unconditionally. For the past few months, the Eucharist Church has been in a state of disarray. Someone has reorganized them... Wei Sheng Qian Heng, this person who disappeared for a long time, has suddenly appeared and wants to speak on behalf of the church in front of everyone."
Perhaps no one in the world understands Wei Sheng Qianheng's thoughts better than she does now. After hearing what he said, Shu Ningmiao's heart sank suddenly, and an ominous premonition tightened instantly like vines.
She blurted out, "Don't let him speak! He's going to reveal the truth about Manla disease!"
“It’s too late, he’s already said it.” At this point, Weston was unusually calm: “If you haven’t left yet, I suggest you don’t go back to Pinhes. To ensure Arcia’s safety, I plan to submit my resignation tonight.”
The three people inside and outside the terminal fell into a deathly silence.
Her hand slid down from her ear, and she hung up the call. The last trace of self-doubt on her face vanished like mist blown away by the wind, replaced by an almost icy calm.
Shu Ningmiao stood up and reached out to Shu Chang, who was kneeling on the beach: "Let's turn back now."
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