"Click."
The sound of a wooden box opening.
Su Mingan slowly put down the bright red umbrella.
The heavy rain dripped down on the snow-white fur of his collar, and the moisture from the fur could not stop falling heavily.
The fluff was so heavy that it made my neck ache.
The middle-aged man kneeling on the ground stared blankly at the wooden box in his hand.
The box is empty.
Empty.
The gangster sold him an empty box.
Yes, I heard that it is very chaotic over there. Nutritional products are handed over by several people. There are always some people who take some things out of the box secretly with a fluke mentality, but the chance is not high. If you really "win the prize", the powerless buyer can only grit their teeth and swallow the blood.
But Mo Chenqing never thought that it would be this day, this moment, and this box.
When it rains, it pours. Fate plays a trick on the poor man.
He was like being struck by lightning. His old hands full of wounds were shaking violently, and the corners of his mouth were raised and grinning, like a bent old poplar tree.
"Hey... hey hey... yes, yes! That's it..."
"Nier, I can't save you..."
"What does that damn world tree, that damn protagonist, that damn creation story have to do with me?"
"Hey, hey, hey, Ni'er, Ni'er..."
The man covered his chest and slowly fell down.
As a fish that escaped Chi Yu's net, he relied on his tenacious willpower to stay awake for a long time, but finally he couldn't hold on.
His heart was trembling, stopping, and gasping. He had been suffering from heart disease for a long time due to staying up late to work.
After a moment, he turned his head and looked at the bright red umbrella outside the window.
He was a big shot, Mo Chenqing knew it.
Dressed in white, with an outstanding temperament, they are all big shots like those guys with colorful hair. They don't need to be trapped by livelihood, nor do they need to be tortured by illness. They just need to look at the royal family and gods every day and live like immortals who are not stained by dust.
Once they come, the world becomes different. Many strange things happen, and ordinary people like them turn, fly, and melt like dust.
Through the gap in the window, he saw the white robe, like a white goat standing calm as a mountain in the wind and rain.
The accumulated water in the house reached his chin. He raised his hand and pointed at his chest with difficulty.
The next moment, the "white goat" pushed the door open and walked in, with the bright red umbrella handle leaning against the door.
"What do you want?" the man asked.
"I..." Mo Chenqing suddenly gathered all his anger, and he suddenly became extremely calm and said calmly:
"Bring me a knife."
"My ancestors' bloodline is related to leeks. Cut out my heart while I'm still alive... and sell it. It's nutritious and can make money."
"Help me... cut out my heart, sell it, and buy two urns for me and Ni'er... No, there may not be enough money, just one. Give it to her."
"You can... cut off the rest of my body while I'm still alive and sell it for money. It's all yours. But hurry up, because it won't be worth much after I die."
"Hey, hey, you're a big shot... If you don't care about this money, can you please cut us into pieces, either with a knife or by burying us... At least, don't lie like this."
"Why?" Su Mingan tilted his head, his pupils the crystal color of the World Tree.
"Because..." The man took a breath with difficulty:
"...someone will chop up the dead bodies, make them into dog food, feed them to the nobles' dogs, and sell them for money..."
He had already envisioned a better life in the future.
As long as she recovered from her illness, she could do many jobs and earn money. This leaky house could be replaced with a better one, Chunnier could walk out of this muddy land, the black bread on the table could be replaced with soft white bread, and maybe she could even have some delicious wine and clean water.
However, just a sudden rain shattered everything, shattered all his savings from the first half of his life, and shattered his heaven and earth.
This is so weird, so strange.
After a while, a young man in white walked out from the door of the house.
The rain was dripping all around him, and the electric wires slanting over the house looked like a pair of black goat horns.
He held Mo Chenqing's bloody heart in one hand, remembering that he had just touched Mo Chunyan and heard her last wish before her death through the induction of the World Tree.
"Dad...why hasn't he come back yet..."
"It hurts... It hurts... Why can't I breathe..."
"If...if I'm going to die, I'm going to cut out my lungs and replace them with Dad's...well, his lungs have always been in bad condition..."
There was a figure standing at the door.
It is praying for the day.
He was holding a blood-stained wreath, panting, and obviously had rushed all the way here, but he was staring at the heart in Su Mingan's hand in a daze.
Su Mingan originally thought that he would roar angrily, after all, Qi Zhou wanted Mo Chenqing to live, but Qi Zhou showed an exceptionally calm expression.
His heart seemed to be trembling violently, full of compassion and struggle, but after a moment, he was like a messenger announcing death.
"...Mo Chenqing died just as it was written in the script."
He declared calmly.
He had traveled through time by chance and had secretly read some scripts written by Si Que. In the scripts, there were many arrangements for people's death. He had tried to change the fate of these people more than once, but he had never succeeded.
The same is true this time.
All the same.
After an inexplicable interweaving of cause and effect, they died like melting snow.
He had always thought that he could reverse God's joke by secretly reading "God's script", but this stolen vision only made him face this sin again and again. Prometheus, who stole fire, was also a tormented person whose heart was constantly pecked by an eagle.
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