"...I will wait for you. You must show up in the future."
This was the last sentence Su Ming'an heard Siber say before he left that timeline.
The teleporting white light enveloped him. The black mud in front of him, the lonely wooden hut, the figure of the girl wrapped in a red robe... everything was fading.
When he opened his eyes again, there was a system prompt in front of him.
Because he successfully rescued Feng Qiqi and Xixi, his perfect clearance progress was pushed to 35% and he earned 100 points.
Below the system panel, there is a small reminder: [Please note that the "malicious person" exile meeting will begin in ten minutes. ]
There will be 5 malicious players among the players. This is the rule stated at the beginning of the dungeon. The task of these malicious players is to do their best to interfere with other players' clearance.
Every three days, the dungeon will hold a meeting to exile the malicious, summoning all surviving players to gather together, and the time is almost up.
On the first day, the guide will tell the player whether he is a malicious person. Su Mingan asked Siber, and she said he was not.
In that case...Actually this conference isn't that dangerous.
He turned on the light of his watch and through a small circle of light he saw the tunnel in front of him.
...Sure enough, the place where he crossed the timeline before was in the tunnel.
He moved his watch to shine it directly over his shoulder, and sure enough, he saw a raven with bloodshot eyes.
When the raven caught his sight, it cried softly.
It was clearly just the cry of a bird, but now that he knew the truth, Su Mingan saw a meaning of "Haha, you didn't expect that" in those red eyes.
This bird... took advantage of the five-year time difference to complete the time loop and save Sissi in the past. It even... planned for the future and made Su Mingan believe that it was really the so-called messenger of the Hundred Gods, allowing him to spontaneously collect the three great powers.
Even though Siberia has now turned into a monster in the ancient castle, Su Mingan, who knows the truth about the past of the Nine Gods, must save her instead of regarding the Nine Gods as an evil god like everyone else.
"Shadow." Su Mingan said.
"Wow." The raven cried.
"You are quite good at calculating people." Su Mingan said.
"Wow." The raven called out proudly.
"The layout is great. At least, I didn't think of it before." Su Mingan said.
"Wow, wow, wow." The raven cried, its head almost raised to the sky in pride.
It seemed to be very helpful to Su Mingan's words.
Su Mingan stretched out his hand and clicked on the pet column.
A white shadow rushed out and pounced on the raven on its shoulder like a hungry tiger.
"Awooo——" The white cat was very aggressive towards the raven.
The raven was not to be outdone. It flew directly off Su Mingan's shoulder and started fighting with the white cat.
A bird and a cat were "fighting fiercely", and Su Mingan raised his hand and touched the soil above -
Sure enough, he heard a "click".
Dust fell from above and he pushed aside the wooden board above his head.
He saw the black dried on the wood, some of it on the surface of the board, some of it seeping into the cracks.
He knew that all this black was blood, the hot blood of a mother that had once been spilled on the wooden board long ago.
In the wooden house before him, the large furniture that had been pushed open was tilted to this and that, and the cold night wind poured in through the kicked-in wooden door. The oil lamp was still on the table, but the light inside had long been extinguished.
It was as if time from long ago suddenly intersected here, and he seemed to have just seen the sewing woman talking quietly with her husband under the lamp, and the children gathered here like a train team.
But in the blink of an eye, like an old photo that suddenly faded, when he turned around, all that was left here was ashes, silence, ruin and desolation.
There was only one candy wrapped in a colorful plastic shell lying in his pocket.
“…”
He returned to the tunnel and planned to go to the First Tribe.
Having been led by Feng Qiqi on this road once before, he already knew how to get there.
As he passed by the red wall painted by Siberia when she was a child, he saw a completely new pattern.
Among the densely packed small characters, this pattern looked like it was newly painted. The color was very bright, and the handwriting was completely different from the words in Siberia's diary.
...He had definitely never seen this pattern when he passed by this wall before.
It seemed to have just appeared, specially prepared for him when he returned.
It was an oracle.
This is the last oracle that Su Mingan has been looking for.
…
[My only believer, adventurer - I hope you can let them see the long-lost light and freedom in the dome. ]
…
This oracle has beautiful handwriting and fresh colors.
Su Mingan stretched out his hand and submitted.
…
[The Eighth World: The First Banishment of Malice]
"Shuashuashua——"
Dozens of teleporting white lights flashed by.
There was a large circle of people standing on the circular platform in the sky.
But this number is obviously much smaller than at the beginning, with only about forty people, and many positions are already vacant.
But even the players who survived were not in a good situation. Many of them were injured, and some could not even stand steadily. The loli player Bonnie's right arm was broken, and the broken part was still black. No one knew who had chopped it off.
After gathering, the live broadcast rooms of the forty-eight surviving players were combined into one large live broadcast room where all viewers could speak.
At this time, all kinds of comments were floating in this super-large live broadcast room. Hundreds of comments would be refreshed every second, and only those who had turned on the "highlights" function could see them clearly.
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