In a daze, Su Mingan felt someone standing up.
The man stood beside him, looked at him for a while, then took off something and gently placed it in his palm.
He tried hard to open his eyes, but he felt the residual poison still tugging at his eyelids, making him unable to get up.
Then he heard a beep.
He heard a voice vaguely.
"Kongzai."
"My grandma's home is in Longchao Country, east of Luowasha, in a village whose name I don't know. If you win the game one day, go and take a look. The bread made from wheat there is delicious, much better than the bread in the city, really."
There was a warm touch on my palm.
Then, he saw a short, hunched figure between his hanging eyelids, who touched the glass door and walked out slowly.
The gas couldn't get into the safe house, she just walked out.
She heard his conversation with the people around him and knew that he didn't have much time left.
It was as if there was a voice screaming and roaring in his throat. He wanted to reach out his hand and aim at the poison gas, causing the space to vibrate and blast away these rotten things; he wanted to erect the Lamb Boundary, and the azure barrier would instantly unfold to protect everyone; he wanted to grow divine white wings and fly out, destroying all the mechanisms in the face of the poison gas, beating up the masked man, and returning everything to peace...
But he could only lie down, on the bench.
Looking at the hunched figure, he slowly walked out.
The residual poison paralyzed his shoulders and he couldn't even stretch out his hands.
He is just an ordinary player at this moment.
The bracelet ticked steadily, and [Survival time: 3 minutes] had changed to [Survival time: 12 minutes].
Jia Xiqin was very lucky, perhaps because the old man's ashes blessed her, she picked up several bracelets of deceased contestants. But she knew that this was the end.
That's it.
There is one less mouth to feed at home, and one more child in the world who can fight with bad guys.
In the blurred vision, the hunched figure just went out of the door and quickly disappeared.
Su Mingan used all his strength to push his palm, and finally felt his body relax a little, dispelling some of the remaining poison. He raised his hand with force, subconsciously made a spatial vibration gesture, and aimed at the damn poison gas.
“Clatter—crater—”
Beautiful white baby's breath gradually grew between his palms, hanging all over his palms like silk ribbons.
Apart from that, of course, there is no spatial brilliance.
There was a long silence.
The young man with brown-black hair fell silent.
There was only a silver necklace, engraved with his birth and death years, dangling on his fingertips...
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(End of this chapter)
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