Su Mingan broke away from the painting.
The golden and red candlelight in the corridor flickered on his face, and the golden picture frame glowed slightly.
He looked up at the painting, uttered a very light syllable, and said nothing.
——It turns out that the people in this world really knew about his arrival. It turns out that everything was destined. He was welcomed by people with countless lives before he came to this world.
Tang, the leader of the Human Self-Rescue Alliance, Su Shize, the deputy director of the Urban Protection Department, Dr. Su from the Psychological Counseling Center, and even high school student Su Wensheng... It turned out that the moment Su Ming'an came into contact with these vests, he began to describe their life stories, and he engraved them on himself.
It turns out that between them, it was their first meeting and also their farewell.
Su Mingan looked up at the 50th painting and found that it had changed. Originally, it was Su Wensheng standing under the teaching building, but now it had become a painting depicting the blue moon.
Under the blue full moon, the black-haired young man kissed the lake reflecting the blue moon, like a light butterfly ready to take off at any time, about to fall into the lake, but not falling at that moment. It was like a butterfly about to touch the water and take off, and also like a butterfly about to fall into the water.
There was a wilderness-like calmness in his eyes. Although he was filled with blood and tears, Su Mingan could not see his sadness. It was hard to tell whether he was about to fly to the free and vast sky, or fall into the silent blue lake.
The school building was no longer a monster that could defeat him. At that moment, he was faced with the fate and choice of the world. The shadow of the past could not restrain him, and the fear of death could not defeat him.
Su Ming stood quietly for a moment, his eyes lingering on Su Wensheng's painting for a few seconds before he slowly retracted his gaze, as if saying a solemn farewell.
——Goodbye, Su Wensheng.
——You are not an ordinary person. You are not the one who can’t even save his own orange cat.
——Your persistence is not meaningless. The cold eyes of the powerful, the indifferent people, the officials full of selfish desires, the dying sheep, the foolishly loyal faith, the irresistible gods...these are not invincible things, you have already defeated them.
——The moment you broke into the art classroom, you had already defeated this world that had defeated you for nineteen years.
It’s okay to give the responsibility to me.
In addition to your world, it is also my world, from now on——
——I will take responsibility for the lives and deaths of hundreds of millions of people for you.
Su Mingan raised his head and looked at the flickering candlelight on the wall. At this moment, he seemed to have gone back to the day when he first entered the tenth world. On that day, he woke up from his bed and saw the decoration of the new jubilee, worn-out stationery and exercise books, faded pencil cases, and bulky desktop computers. The leaves of the sycamore tree outside the window fell, and under the tree was a fat orange cat sleeping in the soil.
That day, Su Ming'an sat up from the bed, picked up the boy's cell phone, put on the boy's school uniform, carried the boy's washed-bleached schoolbag, and contacted Xinyue and the cloaked man who were contacted by the boy, as if he and the boy had been on the same battlefield.
"Su Wensheng."
"I won't see you. I can only look at you through a cold oil painting, but I know everything you have done." Su Mingan said to himself: "I wish you..."
He looked back at the corridor he had walked through. Fifty golden oil paintings were quietly hung in the scarlet corridor, with flickering candlelight. From Tina in the first painting to Su Wensheng in the last painting, the blue glass bottles in everyone's hands seemed to be glowing.
[——Look how much it looks like a star representing hope.] Tang’s words are still ringing in my ears.
Su Mingan's eyes were filled with emotion.
So many people stayed in his mind, and he couldn't forget any of them. Even the relatively insignificant people among them, he could remember them clearly. Nora's blue rose, Angelo's cross, Selga's cry in the flames, and even Master Liu's shaking hands on the steering wheel...
He looked back at these people, his eyes flickering.
"Life is bright, healthy and smooth."
"For eternity, forever and ever..."
…
“Ding Dong!”
[TE3·Perfect clearance progress: 50%]
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[You obtain key equipment: Heartblood]
[Heart Blood (Red Level, Evolvable): "The fifty fire bearers have finally arrived at their destination, and the sparks of fire will continue to grow."
Durability: MAX
Physical defense value: 5 points
Mental defense value: 5 points
Type: Special ear equipment.
Passive Skill (Utopia): From now on, you can retrieve history through personal experience (methods of retrieving history include but are not limited to: touching antiques, studying ancient paintings, listening to folk songs of the old times, consulting the very few elderly people whose memories have not been erased, exploring ruins, etc.), and store history in your mind. This storage is permanent.
Equipment requirements: Player Su Mingan (only)
Note: This equipment cannot be transferred, sold, or discarded.
History has become a kind of "preservative". Only by storing history can it continue. Otherwise, it will be tampered with beyond recognition by the powerful and the victors. Only those who remember history can retain the truth. You will embark on the journey of collecting history - the 51st torch bearer, the person who traces back history - Mr. Su Mingan. 】
…
Su Mingan looked at the equipment in his hand.
It is a special part of the equipment and does not belong to the eight major equipment parts: head, upper body, lower body, feet, necklace, bracelet, ring, and weapon.
It was an earring, a gorgeous blue color with a faint red blood flowing through it. The blend of red and blue seemed to symbolize the heart and glass bottle made of flesh and blood, and the two hearts of all fire bearers. When Su Mingan put it on, he felt as if invisible years were passing by him at a rapid speed.
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