Blood.

The sky was blood red.

Elansno walked slowly forward in this endless river of blood, with a blank and aimless look on his face.

From time to time, some translucent wandering souls float in the river.

Most of them were faces he didn't recognize, some were soldiers, and some were ordinary people.

They are all people who died because of him or were killed by him.

They seemed to be in two different worlds, he was walking north and they were walking south, walking in opposite directions and unable to see each other.

This river of blood...

Is it his sin?

Ellan Snow raised his head slightly.

His body was covered in blood and his hair was gray. The scene before him seemed to be abstracted into a cruel painting composed of red, white, black and red.

After walking for an unknown amount of time, he saw the first hint of a different color.

A smiling man in military uniform with a serious expression walked forward, pressing a candy between his fingers. The candy wrapper was colorful and looked very pretty.

Elansno stretched out his hand, but his hand passed through the man's body illusively.

He was slightly stunned.

[He died for his loyalty.]

A solemn voice rang in his ears, like the judgment of a god.

[The river of life and death, time is disordered, no turning back, no reverse flow, the living go forward, the dead go back.] He said.

Elansno wanted to turn around to take another look at the man, but he found that his body was extremely stiff and he couldn't turn around. He only had three or four seconds when the wandering soul passed by him.

It seemed that he couldn't stay there for too long, so Elansno gave up and continued to move forward.

He seemed to have forgotten something. He wanted to find someone here, but who should he find...he couldn't think of it.

Until he saw a figure that was clearly different from the others.

The man had black hair, a high ponytail, a windbreaker, golden eyes, and a faint purple light floating on his translucent wandering soul.

Lan Xia walked very slowly, as if she was waiting for someone, but there was a gentle sadness in her eyes, as if she was worried about something.

"elder brother……"

The moment Elansno looked at the figure, he remembered it. His eyes turned red and he called out softly.

He didn't dare to move forward and didn't even blink, for fear of missing a minute.

"Brother, do you blame me for killing you? Are you disappointed in me? Look up at me and scold me, please..." Elansno cried silently.

I don’t know if it was an illusion, but after he finished speaking, Lan Xia’s wandering soul in front of him staggered slightly, changed its route to be right in front of him, and slowly walked towards him.

Ellen Snow held her breath.

He stretched out his hands hanging at his sides stiffly and stepped forward.

The wandering spirit is getting closer.

Ellan Snow's eyes lit up slightly.

Ghosts passed through his body.

There was not even a hint of wind.

“…”

The glimmer of light in Ellansno's eyes suddenly disappeared.

He struggled again, trying desperately to look back at his brother, but he couldn't turn back no matter what, and couldn't take even a single step back.

He can see the wandering souls, but the wandering souls cannot see him.

Elansno turned his back to the wandering soul, half-knelt in the river of blood, and sobbed: "Brother, I'm sorry..."

The wandering soul paused slightly, as if it sensed something, and frowned and said, "Is it Arnold? Brother is fine, you have to live a good life, brother will go very slowly, don't be afraid."

Unfortunately, he is a wandering soul.

The dead cannot see the faces of the living, and the living cannot hear the words of the dead.

The wandering soul kept talking, and Elansno called him again and again, his voice hoarse.

They can't turn back.

[He died for his protection.] The solemn voice said again.

Ellen Snow was stunned.

[The river of life and death, time is disordered, no turning back, no reverse flow, the living go forward, the dead go back.] He repeated again: [It’s time for you to go.]

…

Awareness at home.

Gong Du opened his eyes for a long time, then heaved a sigh of relief.

When Lan Xia's pseudonym died, the real value just reached 100%, and the part of his soul that he had separated returned.

However, he was worried that something might go wrong, so he went to the World Consciousness to check it out.

In the original world line, the two brothers Lan Xia and Elansno were also played by fate. Lan Xia did not awaken his mental power and died directly in the chaotic magnetic zone, becoming food for the wall ants.

And after the Federation was overthrown, the villain Ellan Snow was publicly tried for his crimes. He was pointed at and cursed by thousands of people, and died without a complete body. Before he died, he remembered that he had forgotten his brother.

It was not until a short time later, when the Zerg invaded and Xiguang led all mankind in resistance, that the affairs of the Temple of Divine Mercy and the Research Institute were brought to light.

Future generations may discover what happened to the two brothers in the Temple of Mercy, but they will only sigh and leave a few regrets in the history books at most.

It’s just that the small world has collapsed, and whether the protagonist group can grow up is another matter.

In order to help the world line of the small world proceed normally, Gong Du created a new "Lan Xia" as his pseudonym at the point where the real Lan Xia died, in order to help the protagonists on the one hand and gain luck points on the other.

This is almost like dancing on the illegal line.

Fortunately, in the end, the truth of "Lan Xia" is worth it and can replace the original ending of Lan Xia.

The little light ball scattered flowers: "It's done. Not only did I get a lot of luck points, but I also did a good thing."

Gong Du smiled and said, "It's not over yet."

The reason why he was said to have done a good thing was because Lan Xia's original ending was too tragic, her soul dissipated, and it was impossible for her to enter reincarnation.

The same goes for Elansno, whose sins were too deep and who had no chance of entering reincarnation.

Two brothers, never missed each other.

However, Gong Du borrowed their identities to maintain the world line of the small world, and Lan Xia's reality value also reached 100%. Coupled with his tragic script, the world consciousness will definitely give these two brothers some compensation.

The river of blood just now is also called a part of the [Yellow Spring], the place where people in this world will pass through after death. Of course, if the dying people have strong obsessions, they can also go there for a walk.

Gong Du: "I saw Lan Xia's soul in the blood river just now. It seems that the truth value has reached 100%. The world line has been covered and his soul has finally reunited, except that there is an extra memory in his brain that does not belong to him."

The one passing through the river of blood was the real soul of Lan Xia. Apart from treating Gong Du's script as her own real experience, there was no trace of Gong Du left behind.

Of course, when Gong Du finishes playing Elan Snow and leaves, the real Elan Snow's soul will also regard Gong Du's script as the reality of his own experience.

This is a bit cruel, but it is the protection of the world line by the world consciousness. After all, Gong Du is an outsider, and the fewer traces he leaves, the better.

Miyato snatched Xiao Guangtuan's snacks in Shikai: "What I play is their life."

"So while I'm totally absorbed in this, can you stop nitpicking in my head?"

Although the endings are all tragic, the tragedy of the two brothers Lanxia and Lannuo could not be reversed.

His script is the best possible outcome, taking into account the overall luck gains, maintaining the world line, and the tragic ending in which the characters are destined to die.

He has such good intentions!

Xiao Guangtuan: "But QAQ I'm so sad, Lan Xia didn't even hear him call her brother in the end."

Gong Du got a headache after hearing it cry: "...This is the script. Besides, when I finish the plot, they will be reincarnated and meet each other in the next life. There is no time to be sad. At worst, I can discuss with the world consciousness before I leave and let them be brothers in the next life and live happily and blissfully."

Originally, he created the Lan Xia alias just to fool around. In the original world line, Lan Xia and Lan Nuo didn't recognize each other before they died, so he couldn't just write a sweet happy ending of them recognizing each other.

Xiao Guangtuan: "That's what you said, but you are really despicable. I may know why you failed the exam."

Gong Du became excited: "Why?"

Little Light Group: "Because you are a scumbag."

Gong Du: “…”

He choked for a moment, then reflected on it, but felt that his conscience was not hurt, so he let it go: "No matter what, the established ending cannot be changed. I also indirectly helped Lan Xia realize his wish to protect his brother."

The God of Disease is the kindest and most sensible god.

He flipped through the script casually: "However, Lannuo's wish to become a great hero can only be realized halfway at best."

In the next world, he must choose a role that he can play freely without having to make up for the past.

Writing the script will definitely be more fun than it is now.

Gong Du was eating snacks when he was suddenly stunned: "In addition to wandering souls, the dying people can also go to the Blood River occasionally... I just put on the shell of Elansno and performed a play in the Blood River, right?"

Although he wanted to see whether Lan Xia's soul could be re-condensed, he had to act in disguise no matter where he was.

Little Light Group: "Yes!"

“…”

The two balls, one black and one blue, stared at each other for two seconds.

The little ball of light screamed: "It's over, I forgot that you are now crazy and committing suicide!"

——

There was no light in the closed room.

There was only one iron bed in the room.

Chained there was a man with a grim face, his limbs were entangled with iron chains, and there were countless scratches on his cervical arteries, some new and some unhealed. He also had a mental suppression ring on his neck, and underneath the ring was a layer of soft gauze.

An extremely thin golden spiritual thread crisscrossed his wrist and then spread out a bloody mark.

The originally black sheets were stained a darker shade.

The breathing from the nose became weaker and weaker, the extremely fine mental power dissipated, and the man's body temperature was disappearing, like a cold and pale corpse.

Until the door of the room was opened, Jin Daixiu, with red and swollen eyes, calmly directed the medical staff to send the man on the bed into the medical cabin.

Everyone was very skilled in the movements and had done it countless times.

Two days passed in a flash.

Ellan Snow opened his eyes again.

Still in this closed room, he was still locked.

There was no emotion in his eyes, and they could not reflect any light from the surroundings. They were dead silent and empty.

Why...

He is still here, why don't people here let him go find his brother.

Alge and four others gathered here, some sitting and some standing.

They were all wearing black clothes, without any bright colors, and they looked at the man on the iron bed with serious expressions.

The teacher's younger brother.

The younger brother who killed his brother with his own hands.

Regardless of whether it was voluntary or controlled, this person's hands were always stained with the blood of the teacher. If they didn't know the whole story, they would hate, resent, and detest Ellan Snow and would kill him with their own hands.

But now... in their hearts, there was more sadness and compassion, mixed with indescribable anger.

They will never forget the blank look on Ellen Snow's face that day, and the teacher's death in guilt and self-blame. After all, this was the teacher's younger brother.

Alge had just stepped away from his busy schedule and rubbed his forehead. "This is the nth time he has done this this month."

Jin Daixi: “The 61st time.”

Shoubing remained silent.

After that day, they thought it would be difficult to ask Ellan Snow for their teacher's body, but unexpectedly, Ellan Snow gave it to them easily and said with a smile: This is all an illusion in the mirror.

As soon as he finished speaking, he grasped the broken sword and slashed it across his neck. The palm of his hand was covered in blood.

Shoubing used his ice mental power to stop it, and forcibly brought the mentally unstable Elansno back to their temporary residence in the imperial capital.

During the month of preparing for her teacher's funeral, Ellen Snow committed suicide numerous times without warning.

He was not noisy at all, completely immersed in his own world, often silent, and then suddenly his breathing began to weaken. If they had not discovered him in time, Elansno would not have survived for three days.

They tried everything, including putting a suppression ring on Elansno to limit the use of his mental power, and tying him to the bed to prevent him from coming into contact with any dangerous items.

The blue blood vessels on his arms were now covered with dense pinholes.

Working day and night for just over twenty days, they watched helplessly as the cold and arrogant federal admiral, whom they had once considered to be someone who must be killed, turned into a pale and skinny living dead man with one foot half in the grave.

It was not decadence or depression, but a kind of self-destruction with a gradual extinction of vitality. In other words, Ellen Snow had sentenced herself to death.

During the brief time they spent together in Xiguang, they had vaguely glimpsed the innocent shadow of Lannuo.

They would rather see Ellan Snow remain that annoying than see him like this, living as if he had no soul even with his eyes closed.

Lian Yao: "The teacher will be sad if he sees this."

Shoubing: "He was the one who killed the teacher."

"It's the missing Roche," Alger reminded, taking a deep breath, "Forget it, let's keep an eye on him. Are all the details ready for the teacher's funeral tomorrow?"

Jin Daixi: "Don't worry, everything is fine."

The person locked on the iron bed heard the word "funeral" and his breathing became disordered. Ellansno opened his mouth as if he wanted to say something, but his voice was so hoarse that he only uttered one monotonous syllable before he began to cough.

The shaking of the body caused the wound on the side of the neck to begin to bleed.

Jin Daiqiao was startled and quickly poured some warm water, wet a cotton swab, and applied it to Elansno's lips. After he got used to it, she fed him some with the cup.

Arge came closer: "What do you want to say?"

"Let... me go..." Ellen Snow said softly, "I won't die."

After a long time, Alge straightened up, his dark eyes complicated, and he waved.

Shoubing nodded, temporarily untied the chains on Elansno's wrists and ankles, and helped him sit up.

"I saw my brother..."

Ellan Snow leaned against the bed, his profile pale and almost indifferent. He was usually in a superior position, holding power, and his aura was unmatched by ordinary people.

Arge was beginning to show the spirit of a king, but the sword of Elansno had already swept across the continent several years ago.

His neck and wrists were covered with bloodstains from self-inflicted injuries, and his purple pupils were no longer empty, but filled with a thick and sticky self-loathing.

The wound on his wrist cracked again because of his force, and a drop of scarlet blood dripped down the pale fingertips.

Ellan Snow tried to wipe it off, but found that it was not clean at first. He paused and then repeated the wiping action mechanically.

The bloodstains on the back of his hand seemed to remain there forever and could never be wiped clean.

Elansno looked absent-minded, then suddenly smiled: "I saw my brother, in a river of blood. I said sorry, but he couldn't see me."

"It's all blood, it can't be washed away."

He did not commit suicide again, just as he said.

This was the first time Elan Snow had spoken in such a long time, and he seemed to be normal again, which was much better than just not saying anything and destroying himself.

Arge took the towel handed over by Jin Daixi, held Elan Snow's wrist, wiped the blood off his hand, lowered his eyes and said calmly: "No matter what you think now, the teacher's funeral will be held tomorrow night. Whether you are there or not, no one will make trouble for you."

Elan Snow raised his eyes and asked softly, "You are probably my brother's most proud student. I killed him, why don't you kill me to avenge him?"

As soon as he finished speaking, he felt his wrist being tightly grasped. The young leader's eyes became more and more serious. After two or three seconds, Alge eased his grip and continued to wipe his fingers, including the blood that had re-oozed from his wrist, applied medicine, and then threw the towel aside.

"Clean."

Ellansno looked at his hand, and except for two bruises on his wrist, it was indeed clean.

Alger: "You don't have to try to provoke us. Tomorrow is the teacher's funeral. From now on, we will not lock you up with chains. The suppression ring will be removed after you have thought it through."

"Whether you attend tomorrow's funeral or not has nothing to do with us. He is your brother and a teacher we respect."

He let out a long breath.

Sure enough, even if his mind clearly told him that Elansno was out of control... Especially with Roche's handiwork, he still couldn't control himself...

With just a few words, Elan Snow took control of the emotions.

Arge sometimes felt lucky that Ellan Snow was no longer their enemy.

After closing the door, Lian Yao was a little worried: "He has unlocked the chain, what if..."

Alge was prepared: "Turn on the surveillance and take turns watching."

For convenience, they all live nearby.

Lian Yao nodded: "Okay, I can add a few more alarm programs."

——

In the room, Gong Du leaned against the head of the bed, with no expression on his face, looking depressed, and chatted with Xiao Guangtuan.

"The protagonists still have some grievances against me."

Xiao Guangtuan: "It's human nature. You killed their teacher, which is no different from killing their half-father. They spend so much time together and have such a deep friendship. It's a good temper of you not to kill you on the spot."

Even though I know that killing Lan Xia was not Elansno's own will, I still can't help it...

Little Light Group: "Why don't you continue your self-destructive act?"

Miyato adjusted himself to another angle, showing his most hopeless side to the surveillance camera: "I have probably reached the limit of self-destruction to eliminate the negative emotions of the protagonists towards me. If I want to eliminate them further, I have to resort to other methods."

Luck is linked to the positive emotions of the protagonists towards him.

Lan Xia is dead, and the luck value he harvested is estimated to be a large number, but Elansno has not yet come to an end, so he must make good use of it to maximize the final luck value.

As long as the protagonists don't completely hate him, he has a chance to turn things around, and right now, the chance of a turnaround is very high.

Xiao Guangtuan was eating sunflower seeds: "What can we do?"

Gong Du smiled: "Baby, you have to remember one thing, as long as I can make myself as miserable as possible, no one can make me more miserable."

The transformation of all emotions often only requires a very clever point.

Small light group: "..."

It spits out melon seed husks.

So crumbly.

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ps: "Xie" is a slang word, which means "inappropriate" and "scum".