"...I don't know. He never lets me see his face clearly. Maybe he has a wound on his face."
"...Did the city management drive away the homeless people these days?"
"...I don't know. I can only go back."
"...Well, go back to the dormitory early, edit the video, and earn some living expenses. Maybe you can help more people."
Two figures walked past the alley, and they did not see the white-haired homeless man who looked like a maggot in the dark alley.
...Who is that person passing by?
Lu Shu couldn't remember. He even forgot what Uncle Zhao looked like. The memories in his mind seemed to be cut in half by a knife. Only his childhood was intact.
"Sing ski songs with your beloved friends~"
My breathing became weaker and weaker, and I could hardly see anything.
He realized that his life was coming to an end, and one final thought came to his mind -
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[——Died in a beautiful place. ]
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Because if someone dies in the alley, it will trouble the cleaners to clean up, and the rotting corpse will scare others.
So, if you die in the wilderness... your body will sink into the soil and at least it won't cause trouble to others.
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"We hitch it to the sled and race off?~"
"Flying off into the distance?~"
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September 30th, early morning.
As the first rays of morning light shone, Lu Shu finally had the strength to get up, as if he was experiencing a last burst of energy.
Roll up the bedding and stand up.
Stumbling and trudging for a long time.
When the pain became unbearable, I took painkillers. After taking the medicine, I lay on the ground and fell asleep.
A "mold spot" walking in the city attracted countless disgusted looks. This time he didn't even have the energy to take a shower. He really deserved to be hated.
Finally, he left the city.
Standing on the hillside outside the city, holding his aching stomach, spitting blood, his head felt as heavy as a boulder.
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——He saw butterflies flying towards him almost all over the mountain.
…
Were they coming to eat his body?
He closed his eyes and smiled.
This is a good place.
The sun is shining, the fields are vast, and the wildflowers are in bloom.
The distant Taihua Mountain revealed a hazy outline, and there seemed to be a rustling of bamboo forests, and the air was filled with the smell of moist soil after the rain.
It was as if there was a handsome young man holding a cup of tea, standing on the mountain, looking at him.
“The sun is shining brightly…”
He lay down slowly, noticing for the first time how warm the sunlight was. His dirty, curly white hair piled on his forehead, revealing a pair of green eyes that were still clear and bright.
He was covered in children's clothes covered with marker doodles, and the sunlight all over the mountains gently caressed him.
He took Uncle Zhao's photo out of his pocket and held it in his hand. He also pressed the address that he couldn't remember who gave it to him under his body.
...Lü Shu never gave in.
He thought.
... Lu Shu died of illness, not from persecution by his enemies. He died of his own illness, not from fire or blade.
No one could take his life away.
He considered himself a barren and barren man. In his short twenty years of life, there was no color, no flowers, and no laughter. But at least, even the barren soil still had a little green. The green bamboo kept growing until it withered and died, so at least something had changed.
In the end, he did not achieve any achievements. He lived like a rat in the gutter from beginning to end, unable to strike a blow at his enemies, becoming nutrients in the mud, being eaten by insects and ants, and dying in despair and pain.
…But, God.
He opened his eyes, which were full of red veins, and he could hardly see.
The insects and ants on the grass seemed to smell his death and began to gnaw at his skin and eat the rotten flesh that had been festering for a long time. He lay on the ground like a piece of rotten meat, emitting a rotten smell.
If there really is a god in this world, please...
Such a barren life, such a failed person,
This is already my life.
Can he...find the third 'good man' that he has yet to find? Can he...have a chance to live...
He really wanted to live...
The sky was bright blue and hundreds of butterflies swarmed toward him.
He slowly closed his eyes, and in the intense pain, his last breath disappeared.
The tightly grasped black knife,
It fell to the ground from his gradually loosening palm.
"clang--"
“Hua La La—”
The butterflies covered his body, and from a distance it looked like a flowing oil painting.
The malicious peeper in the distance finally withdrew his gaze.
The photos were blown away by the wind, the clothes sank into the mud, and the white hair was stained with insects and dirt. In the disappearance of life, he did not shed a tear until his death, until the last heartbeat in his chest disappeared.
But he hasn't taken revenge yet, he really...
hatred.
…
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Ding Dong.
Ding Dong!
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World Games... Loading.
Player Lu Shu, welcome to the world game.
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God.
Maybe there really are gods in this world.
…
[A young man with a green mantis perched on his shoulder appears at the end of the road.]
[That is the world's top player, an extremely dangerous existence - Lu Shu from Dragon Country. ]
【Yu Ruohe immediately became nervous.】
[Lü Shu walked quickly to Su Mingan and Yu Ruohe.]
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"Don't be nervous. Su Mingan, the number one player. I am attracted by your theories and actions."
"so what?"
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