Zhou Ping found Shang Yan among a pile of corpses.
There was so much blood in the dream that it stained the entire earth red, and severed limbs were scattered everywhere, making the sky seem to be dyed red as well.
"Eighteen thousand seven hundred and twenty-one..."
"Which round is this...?"
A "person" crawled out from the pile of corpses. The stench of blood was overwhelming. He was covered in blood, whether it was someone else's or his own, it was hard to tell.
Zhou Ping stepped forward to help the man who looked like a ghost, but he was dodged.
"You want my life too?" The emerald green beast eyes remained unmoved as it quietly stared at the person who had suddenly appeared before it.
"...No." How could he possibly want to kill him?
Don't you remember me?
"Why should I remember you? I've killed plenty of people. If you don't run, you'll end up like those people on the ground, dead too."
"..." It seems that Shang Yan only remembers the time when he became a god.
Zhou Ping didn't run away at all; he just sat down next to him.
He was chatting gently with the person next to him, like a kind older brother next door, "Why did you kill someone, Changliu?"
Changliu... is a very old name.
Chu Changliu stretched out his blood-covered hand and looked at it in the sunlight.
"You recognize me?"
“Well, we are…” Zhou Ping stopped himself from finishing his sentence, remembering what 019 had said. He hesitated for a moment, “You and I have a very good relationship.”
"Good relationship?" Chu Changliu glanced at him indifferently, and the next second, his hand gripped the throat of the person in front of him.
"Here, everyone who said they were close to me is dead."
"Outside, all the people I was close to are long dead."
"You're lying to me."
He simply stared at the young man in front of him, wondering why this man was saying these strange things to him.
But when her gaze fell upon the flower on the young man's head and his braid, her hand loosened slightly.
"Never mind, I'm tired today. You're new here, right? Be careful not to die." As if remembering something, Chu Changliu withdrew his hand.
Somewhat unsteady, he stood up and walked towards the lake.
He scooped up some water and washed his face. After the bloodstains were washed away, his original appearance was revealed.
His appearance was already outstanding, with fair skin that seemed to glow in the sunlight.
Under Zhou Ping's astonished gaze, Chu Changliu leaped into the clear lake. His blood slowly seeped into the water, and when he resurfaced, he was much cleaner.
However, his clothes were still tattered and torn.
Chu Changliu didn't seem to care much about these things. He ran to the big tree on the shore and started braiding his hair.
"You..." Zhou Ping sat down beside him, and after noticing his unusually tense body, he moved to the side. "Why are you here?"
Chu Changliu quickly tied her hair into a small braid and tossed it behind her back. "You ask so many questions."
However, it seemed like he hadn't spoken to anyone in a long time, and this time when he did speak, he talked a lot more.
"Those who were captured, and those who died, were also captured."
"You're injured?" Zhou Ping lowered his eyes and looked at his waist and abdomen, where the smell of blood was becoming increasingly strong.
“Death is common here, so what are a few injuries?” Chu Changliu said calmly as he tore off his already tattered clothes. He had a large gash on his back, with the flesh turned inside out and blood still dripping from it.
"...Why are you looking at me like that?" The wound on his back was healing very slowly this time. When Chu Changliu looked up, he met Zhou Ping's eyes, which were full of sorrow and heartache. He stiffly looked away.
Zhou Ping simply shook his head slightly. He really wanted to reach out and hug the person in front of him, but he stopped himself.
“It’s different here. No matter how serious the injury, as long as the heart or head doesn’t explode, you won’t die,” said Chu Changliu, who was shirtless and already used to it.
Moreover, the injury will heal quickly.
Zhou Ping nodded silently.
"You and I are very close?" Chu Changliu suddenly asked a question out of the blue.
“Hmm,” Zhou Ping, who was sitting some distance away, nodded.
"Then take off your clothes," Chu Chang said, leaving Zhou Ping stunned.
Zhou Ping reached up and covered the button on his collar. The person in front of him spoke exactly the same way as before!
"No, Yan Yan, we can't do that now..." He moved back a little, his face turning bright red.
"Yan Yan?... You even know my courtesy name?" Chu Changliu narrowed his eyes. "Now I believe you. Since you know my courtesy name, you must be very close to me."
"I've changed my mind. Take your pants off too."
"No way." Zhou Ping shook his head repeatedly. Why was the person in front of him still like this?
“Take it off, and I’ll protect you here from now on. I’m the only one who’s still alive here…” Chu Changliu paused here, counting on his fingers, but he miscounted twice, looking rather dim-witted. In the end, he simply stopped counting. “I was thrown here as soon as this place was built. I’ve lived for a long time… like a little immortal!”
As he said this, he even seemed inexplicably a little proud.
"..." How can anyone insult me like that?
Zhou Ping looked at Chu Changliu, who was cursing him, and his lips, which had been pressed into a straight line, finally couldn't help but curve upwards.
"Are you going to take them off or not?" Chu Changliu had already grabbed Zhou Ping's waistband, and Zhou Ping touched him strangely, "Strange clothes..."
But something is better than nothing.
Zhou Ping reached out and stopped Chu Changliu's hand from reaching for his waist, shaking his head fiercely, "No, how can we do that here!"
Chu Changliu was stunned. He looked around and saw that the piles of corpses with severed limbs and broken bodies had disappeared without him noticing.
"Is that not allowed? Where can I take it off then?"
"...You want it that badly?" Zhou Ping covered his face with his hands. If he had known that the person in front of him was like this in his dream, he would never have come in no matter what.
Chu Changliu thought for a long time, then finally nodded, his voice exceptionally clear, "That's right, I want it!"
“…Okay.” Zhou Ping slowly reached out his hand and began to unbutton his shirt.
After his shirt was completely unbuttoned, he reached out and pressed down on the person who was clinging to him.
"Your small print is..."
"It was my mother who named it. She thought I was just as noisy as my father, so she added the character 'Yan' (言, meaning speech/talk) to it," Chu Changliu recalled.
Apart from close relatives, few people know Chu Changliu's childhood name.
"...Really, here?"
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