Chapter 15 Chapter 15 Mo Rusheng didn’t know the answer…
Mo Rusheng didn't know the answer in his heart, so he wanted an answer, but he couldn't think of it himself, because even he himself didn't know what he was thinking, or maybe he was just afraid.
Afraid of making decisions, afraid of taking consequences, afraid of being exposed to others, afraid of being treated particularly cruelly, afraid of not being able to hold on, afraid of not being able to survive. There are so many things to be afraid of, I can't think of any reason not to be afraid, and I can't do anything about it.
His body trembled, but soon calmed down, as if he had thought of the extremely cruel ending, so all the fear before him would end in the death that was so close that he could not face it directly. Instead, he was indifferent to everything else.
Because death can end everything, he now stands here, but he vaguely feels that the god of death is waving to him, and the quiet and tranquility of the dead land is waiting for him.
As long as he enters the realm of death, he no longer needs to be disturbed by others, nor does he need to disturb others. He no longer needs to be afraid of anything, and therefore, everything is settled.
Mo Rusheng blinked, his heartbeat gradually slowed down, his expression gradually calmed down, and his complexion gradually returned to normal. He stood there, waiting for Bai Tianming's answer.
Bai Tianming looked at him and thought he was really interesting. He smiled and said nonchalantly, "Of course."
After a pause, Bai Tianming looked at his slowly changing expression and face, and then said, "It's very clear whether it should be or not. You know it in your heart."
If you don't want to go or don't dare to go, it's not a matter of should or shouldn't. Whether you should or shouldn't go is up to you, not others. There is no one else here.
I will not interfere with your choice, I will not assume your responsibility, and I will not involve you in your cause and effect. Just think about it. Whether you make a decision or not, and what decision you make is your business. I don't care about anything.
Mo Rusheng fell into silence, sat in front of the window and nodded.
He looked like he was thinking for a while.
Bai Tianming saw that he seemed indifferent to worldly affairs and didn't want to disturb him. He glanced at the sky and saw that today was not as good as yesterday. There was sunshine yesterday, but it was gloomy today.
The gloomy sky was grayish-white like the eyes of a dead fish, like a corpse wearing a thick gray sweater that fell into a river with flimsy ice in winter. Every thread of the sweater was wet, and there was a thin layer of ice on the surface, sparkling and in stark contrast to the bluish-white skin of the corpse.
There was no wind in the yard, but the ground in the yard had lost the sunlight and seemed to have lost a layer of color. It was as cold and gloomy as the sky, and the same colorless gray.
In this empty and cold place that felt like being locked in a cardboard box, Bai Tianming walked to the utility room, picked up his backpack, packed his things, turned around, pushed open the small door in the yard, walked along the path, and headed towards his flower field.
The wind on the mountain whistled in the air, but when it fell on people's faces, it was very gentle, silent, and intimate, like a veil with misty fog blowing in the face, but it was still very cold, so cold that people would shiver even in yesterday's clothes.
Fortunately, Bai Tianming is not the type who is easily chilled, so even though his physical sensation changed significantly, he had no intention of turning back.
He walked to his flower field. A new flower had bloomed in the field today. This flower was a little redder than yesterday's, and looked more passionate, warmer, and sweeter. It was a completely different kind of beauty.
But I have to admit that in today's gloomy weather, in the cold, such gorgeous flowers are like sunlight with changed color, gems fallen on the ground, and fire that can be held in the palm of your hand.
This warm color will make people feel that this flower is more beautiful than other flowers. Although it may not be really more beautiful, it is more pleasing.
During the day, Mingzai carefully examined the flower and sniffed its fragrance. The flower was very fragrant. He had just stood up when the ground suddenly shook. There was a bang and something suddenly exploded not far away.
Bai Tianming looked over in the direction of the sound. He saw crackling and explosions there, but it wasn't because of a fire. Instead, something fell from the sky and hit the soil that had been hardened by the sun yesterday, smashing the hard soil into pieces and creating an explosion effect.
The ground shook again, and the tree next to it made a bang. The trunk slowly tilted, and the lush and dense green leaves rustled on the branches, like a panicked cry for help.
Bai Tianming frowned, walked to the leaning tree trunk, reached out his hand and supported the tree. The tree slowly straightened up and stood still.
There was a rumbling sound on the ground, as if a pitch-black train was passing by, bringing up thick smoke and pale flames.
The tree that stood upright grew more and denser roots, filling up the cracks in the ground and trying its best to pull them together, like a stone tablet guarding the mountain, heavy and majestic, silent, and standing tall.
The area near the flower field was peaceful, as if isolated from the trembling world. Bai Tianming walked on the uneven ground towards the center of a series of explosions.
The branches next to him lowered their heads and stretched out a little curved green bud towards Bai Tianming, trying to stop him. The wind blew through here, and the tender green bud swayed slightly in the wind, as if trembling, as if afraid, and as if crying.
"Don't worry," Bai Tianming pinched the small green sprout and smiled, "I'll be fine."
The branch trembled twice, slowly moved aside, making way, and watched him from the side of the road.
He walked out from that road and came to the center of the incident. The ground was already bumpy and there was not a single flat place.
There were sporadic fires burning on the ground, which were particularly conspicuous in the grayish-white color. The flames burned very quietly, and not even a crackling sound could be heard, but not far away there were many things lying crookedly, making a very noisy sound.
Bai Tianming stopped and looked at them.
In an instant, they felt a cold gaze coming from the side, as if the sea had suddenly turned from calm to a devastating tsunami.
When the tsunami came, I couldn't even hear any sound. I just felt that my whole body was immersed in the extremely cold sea water. The sea water couldn't wait to pour into my ears, mouth and nose. There was a gurgling sound in my head, but in fact, I couldn't see anything with my eyes open. An extremely deep and unsettling sense of fear rose from my heart.
They all fell silent, as if they were actually soaking in cold sea water, and slowly turned their heads to look at the owner of the non-existent sea, the source of all terror.
Fear gripped their hearts tightly, as if it wanted to pick their hearts like a ripe fruit and give them to the owner of the manor.
This is simply a silent and irresistible mental torture.
Because they were too powerful, just standing there would cause them an extremely terrifying, slow-slicing-like effect, and they were helpless against it and even found it difficult to react.
They could feel their whole bodies stiff, as if they were frozen into ice sculptures in the winter after being drunk, or as if they were thrown into the concrete floor as corpses. Every inch of their skin was stiff and tight, with a sluggish feeling that made it impossible to move again.
If they try with all their strength, they might be able to lift a finger, but what's the point of just lifting a finger?
Facing such a powerful being whose mere glance could paralyze them with fear, could they just move a finger and plead for mercy? Or kill it instantly? None of that was possible.
Since this and that were both impossible, what could he do? Facing that icy gaze, his body subconsciously reacted, as if his flesh and blood were being torn apart by a school of fish in the sea.
They almost wanted to tremble, but it was too cold and too scary, and they couldn't even tremble because they couldn't move at all.
This inability to move was not because the other side had broken their bones or cut their tendons, but because the other side was staring at them. That clear, pale moonlight-like gaze made them lose control of their bodies.
Gradually, they no longer felt fear, because after their bodies completely stiffened, even their hearts seemed to stop beating, their brains stopped functioning, their thoughts stagnated, and a feeling emerged that their souls were about to leave their bodies.
Their souls trembled outside their bodies, trembling wildly, just as their hearts would react inside their bodies, but their minds were blank because they could not control their brains.
Fear overwhelmed everything.
At the same time, outside the hill, a knight in heavy armor and holding a heavy sword and a wizard in a white robe and holding a staff were standing on a plain, glaring at the enemy not far away.
Their enemies are a group of demons of various shapes. The demons reveal their true forms unscrupulously, flying in the air, running on the ground, lurking under the soil, or carrying the power of water and fire, laughing and giggling, and their oppression is very heavy.
A long and narrow, pitch-black space crack stretched behind the human race. It was evidence of their fierce battle. Thunder flashed in the space crack, as if proving to everyone that anything that fell into it would be shattered immediately.
The number of humans is almost half that of demons, because half of them have been beaten into the space crack by the demons.
Those people did not send back any messages, no sounds came from the cracks, and nothing was left behind to serve as a trace of their presence here.
There is no doubt that the people standing here think that those who fell in are dead, their eyes are red, their faces are pale, their hair is messy, their clothes are disheveled, their teeth are gnashed, and their anger is extreme and irreversible.
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