Her body felt heavy, but Xie Xuan did not stop. In fact, instead of stopping, she stretched out her hand and used the sticky liquid flowing around her to form a spear.
Xie Xuan made a throwing motion and threw the long hair condensed from the black water towards the red moon in the sky.
The spear seemed to be connected by a line, and a black line followed behind it passed through countless red lines twisting in the air, and finally the spear firmly pierced into the half-full moon.
Time seemed to freeze for a second, and then all the lines in this space began to twitch violently, falling into disorder and chaos like a computer invaded by a virus.
A huge amount of vitality was flowing into Xie Xuan's body along the black line hanging in the air. She was like a thief who wanted to go to the moon to steal osmanthus flowers, and now that she had stolen the osmanthus flowers, she began to melt.
It literally melted. Her body could not withstand such a huge life force and began to spontaneously look for a new outlet.
The protective suit on her body had long disappeared, and now irregular black spots appeared on her skin like a cow, and a substance similar to the black liquid around her began to flow out of these spots.
Her body was filled with intense pain as if corroded by strong acid. The burning pain and the feeling of being so cold that she could hardly move tortured Xie Xuan's nerves.
But she remained motionless, looking up at the sky like an unconscious wooden figure.
The red moon in the sky was slowly changing back into a crescent shape, and the black spots on her body were slowly expanding, with sticky black liquid continuously flowing out of the spots.
They were engaged in a silent contest. The red lines around them twitched like crazy, and the black liquid around Xie Xuan began to "gurgle" and emit bubbles as if it was boiling.
Xie Xuan actually doesn’t know what she is doing anymore.
She was conscious for only a few seconds when she saw Yang Jiayue's twisted body. After that, her mind became blurred and uncontrollable as if it was wrapped in the black water.
Will she die? Xie Xuan suddenly began to think about this question, and only then did she realize that she was losing control.
She did not defeat the terrible monster in her body, nor did she defeat the terrible fungus in front of her. She did nothing.
The surroundings were still very quiet. Xie Xuan felt a slight pain on her temple, but when she touched it, she found that her communicator was gone.
She must have swallowed it.
Xie Xuan's thinking began to become dull again. She was now like a little girl sitting in a huge battle armor. She possessed the most powerful weapon, but she had no ability to control this weapon. The only outcome was to be controlled and backfired by the weapon.
There was not much of her own pale skin left on her body. She stood in the abyss, like a person swallowed by darkness, with holes all over her body.
At this moment, she heard a long-lost voice in her mind, "It is currently detected that the user is losing autonomous consciousness. The formatting process is starting."
Formatting. Xie Xuan thought of the time before she traveled through time, when she took her computer to a repair shop that had frozen as soon as it was turned on. The staff member took a quick look and said, "It's easy, just format it. Are there any important files in it? If not, I'll format it, clear all the files and software, reinstall the system, and it should be fine when it boots up again."
Clear everything, including her memory?
Xie Xuan suddenly understood that the enemy she was looking for had been living in her own mind. When she was on the verge of death, she formatted and started over, just like a player who had to reload the game countless times.
After she formats it this time, will the next Xie Xuan return to the rental house, open the notebook of love under the bed, and see so many "My name is Xie Xuan" left by Xie Xuan on it?
Will the next Xie Xuan also work as a commuter at a convenience store in Chongming? Will she also unexpectedly run into Yang Jiayue, who lives next door, on her way home?
...No, not anymore. Yang Jiayue is dead.
Xie Xuan's scattered mind seemed to be reactivated by this name. She could not be formatted. She was the last Xie Xuan who remembered Yang Jiayue.
No matter how many people Xie Xuan meets next, they will never meet Yang Jiayue again.
Xie Xuan began to struggle against the iceberg pressing down on her. She was too cold, too heavy, and in too much pain. If the system panel was still working properly, she should be able to see her mental value about to drop to 0.
But she didn't want to be formatted like this, she still had many important memories that could not be deleted.
Ling Wenqing, Zhou Yuanyuan, Yang Jiayue... There are too many people, and these are the people that the next Xie Xuan will never meet again.
She didn't want to forget. She didn't want to forget!
Just like a patient who had been lying in bed for more than ten years suddenly moved his fingers, Xie Xuan suddenly felt something flowing out of his body.
To use an inappropriate metaphor, she felt like she had just given birth to a child. Her body was still in excruciating pain, but she felt much more relaxed.
She opened her eyes, only to see another version of herself standing in front of her.
It’s not quite appropriate to say that she is another self, because this one is completely black and looks at her like a shadow standing up from the ground.
It has no facial features, only a vague outline.
While Xie Xuan was looking at it, it quickly grew from about the same height as Xie Xuan to a height of four or five meters.
But Xie Xuan could feel that it was like a part of her body, and all the excess energy in her body was transferred to the body of this shadow.
Xie Xuan looked down at her hands. The scary black spots on them had all disappeared, returning to her original slightly pale skin color.
She looked up at the shadow. It stood out among the red lines. It had no facial features, but Xie Xuan felt that it was also looking at her.
This feeling is magical, just like having a clone. They are connected in mind, but they are two independent individuals.
When the shadow was looking at Xie Xuan, the twisting lines in the air kept hitting it, but the moment they hit the shadow, the lines disappeared completely as if they were swallowed by a black hole.
Xie Xuan knew she had won, and her shadow would bring her victory.
"Eat it." Xie Xuan said.
The shadow stretched out his hand and pulled the moon down from the sky. Like a human, a black hole appeared on his face and he threw the moon in.
The lines in the air stopped for a moment, and the next second they collapsed along with the field.
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