A funny scene appeared.
The Lord of the City, who led the Dawn War, laughed wildly at a young man in the infirmary. The young man was also moved to laugh, and no one knew what they were laughing at.
“Haha. Hahahahaha…”
The city lord and the young man laughed at each other, and their laughter became louder and louder. The laughter was contagious, and it spread out into the corridor, and everyone couldn't help but laugh along.
They did not notice the dead girl standing behind Su Mingan, and they all laughed along with the city lord, not wanting to leave him embarrassed by laughing alone.
"Laugh quickly, the city lord is laughing." Someone gently reminded those who were not laughing.
Immediately, many people laughed as if they had suddenly realized something.
“Haha. Haha. Haha. Hahahahahaha…”
The laughter was like a bird flying straight into the sky, flying outward in a high-pitched voice, its feathers fluttering. Everyone was enjoying the ocean of joy, and even the people in the corridor would smile knowingly when they heard it, thinking that something happy had happened in this room.
"What are you laughing at over there?" Someone couldn't help but come closer, as the door was already crowded with people.
"I'm so happy. Did the city lord tell me some interesting story?"
"I want to listen too, but I can't squeeze in..."
"Then let's laugh along at the door."
People looked around the room with smiles on their faces.
The laughter was so sweet and pleasant to the ears, making people feel happy. Everyone laughed heartily, cooperating with their city to star in this nonsensical and absurd comedy.
Although no one knows what the city lord is laughing at.
Everyone was laughing. They grinned, raised their eyebrows, and laughed loudly, as if all the joy and blessings were gathered here in an instant. Faces distorted by laughter stared at each other, and the room became a sea of laughter.
"City Lord, hahahaha..."
"I'm so happy too, hahahahaha..."
"Today is a holiday after all..."
No one saw the dead girl on the bed.
No one could see the tears in their city lord's eyes.
People only knew to laugh along with this voice, as if they could blend into the mainstream by doing so.
It was not until three minutes later that some people finally got tired of laughing and realized that the atmosphere was not right, and then they gradually stopped laughing.
They stopped smiling one after another, as if taking off masks one by one.
“…”
Five minutes later, the city lord was the only one who was laughing. He slowly bent his body little by little, like a bow bent to the extreme, and laughter flew out through his hands that covered his cheeks.
“Haaa…ha…wuwuhahahahaha…”
Every time he laughed, he would gasp violently, and his neck would turn purple. A suffocating feeling like an ocean surrounded him in his laughter, and his breaths felt like burning fire. As the anesthesia wore off, his five senses were even clearer, and his vision and hearing were not blurred at all.
He finally became a madman who was alone and sober.
Everyone looked at their city lord and went crazy.
"City Lord... City Lord?" A nurse stretched out her hand, as if testing a beast in a cage. Her young face was full of fear and concern. She was both in awe of him and afraid of him.
Su Mingan raised his eyelids.
His eyes moved slightly, and his thoughts floated outside his body under the influence of the drug, gradually separating from this painful body.
He doesn't care who breaks his bones, and it doesn't matter if all his limbs are broken.
He endured burns and frostbite and galloped thousands of miles, and it didn't matter if his body was covered with ulcers.
His throat was injured but he kept talking, even if he lost his voice it didn't matter.
He went from life to death over and over again, struggling in hell countless times in extreme pain. He didn't care about himself, and he didn't care about any pain.
…but she still died.
He was clearly afraid of losing, but the death replay made him lose again and again.
Obviously, time could be frozen at the early morning, letting him know that she was dead. But it had to be frozen at a time when there was a glimmer of hope to save her, making him struggle madly between the glimmer of hope.
——This made him look back again and again but found nothing, made him try frantically to save but failed, made him try his best but found nothing in his hands.
So at the end of time, after her death, he finally noticed the clown mask on his face. He was in pain, laughing, and crazy. The mask had penetrated into his flesh. Everyone was acting out this absurd drama with him in the mask. Inside the screen were laughing people in white coats, and outside the screen were billions of silent viewers.
There are too many things he can't tell others.
He couldn't vent in front of others, he was not allowed and he had no one to vent to. Except when it was hard to suppress, there was no need for him to even show his expression.
…Is he allowed to laugh now?
Does he have room to laugh now?
“…”
He gasped, making a sound like a breaking bellows, and his body leaned forward on its own accord.
No one had time to hold him back.
With a "bang", his forehead hit the sharp corner of the cabinet. Due to the huge force, a crisp sound of bone cracking was heard, and everyone's smile disappeared in an instant.
He fell into the arms of the young nurse, his eyes were like burning thorns, and blood was suspended on his thick eyelashes.
"City Lord..."
“Hurry up and save them!!”
People were running around in a disorderly manner, like chaotic reflections flying in the air. His vision gradually turned blood red. A slippery perception enveloped his five senses, and he heard the sigh of God.
Amid the flustered crowd, the nurse held him tremblingly, her arms soft and warm. Under the effect of the drug, he felt like the waves were enveloping him. She called him softly, indistinctly, as if she was telling him a fairy tale before sleep.
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