Chapter 984 The "Despicable" Savior
The baby's cry sounded behind him, and the third son gritted his teeth. He knew that he still had a task to complete.
Moving forward amidst falling rocks and screams, the third son found the passage reserved by the village chief as quickly as possible. He climbed on the rock wall full of garbage and blood, even if his hands were full of Even the wounds didn't matter.
At this time, there was only one thought left in his mind, that is, he must complete what his father told him to do and send the suicide note out of the pit.
"Don't be afraid, don't be afraid, I will take you away! You will be fine!" The words that the brothers once comforted the third son were now spoken by the third son, who kept comforting the baby behind him .
The third son was an abandoned baby adopted by the old village chief. He used to stay on his father's back like this. No matter how terrible things happened, it seemed that as long as he was carried by his father, he would feel extremely at ease and reassured.
Both brother and father are gone, and now his back has become the child's new support.
The blood was flowing down the arm, the explosion was still going on, the dust was flying, the garbage mountain was falling, the third son's eyes were bloodshot, he was very scared, but he kept climbing up.
“You can get out, you can do it!”
Whether it is the villagers of the grave village or the malicious living people on the ground, they have never thought that anyone can do it in this situation. Climb out of the pit.
Grasping the sharp rock with his fingers, the third son kept repeating the climbing action like a machine. He didn't know how long it took, but he felt that the starlight was getting closer and closer to him.
Stepping on the raised rocks, the stench in the air had dissipated. When the starlight fell on him, the third son took a deep breath and tried his best to climb out of the pit.
Exhausted and covered with injuries, the third son could no longer suppress the curse in his body. He followed his brother into the big tomb all year round, and the evil aura of disaster had spread throughout his body.
“I feel as if my world has suddenly become a lot lighter.” The third son’s life is passing rapidly, and his heart is beating slower and slower.
Gently placing the baby in the black package, the third son hummed a nursery rhyme, as if hoping that the baby would stop crying.
"I may not be able to take care of you anymore, but I have to tell you that you have not been abandoned. You are a very good child."
The third son's singing seems to contain special power and can Quickly calming him down, he gently teased the baby with one hand and took out the old village chief's suicide note with the other.
"Father said that you can only open it after you leave the pit."
After struggling to open the letter, the third son found that there were only three words written on the paper - I'm sorry. .
Different people have different reactions when they see these three words. The third son doesn’t know why his father wants to apologize. Maybe it’s because his father’s decision caused the three children to become ghosts, or maybe it’s because of his actions as a The village chief killed everyone in the grave village, maybe because he had predicted everything, but still made the final choice.
Putting his father's suicide note into the baby package, the third son struggled to get up from the ground. The grave village was massacred. He was stained with the curse of the big grave, and the people on the ground would not accept him.
With nowhere to go, he walked forward blankly with the baby in his arms.
He didn't know where he should go. He just felt that he should carry the baby further away from the pit, so that the probability of the baby being rescued would increase.
"I am not as great as my father and brother. I have no ability to save the world. I can only try my best to help the people around me."
Far away from the pit, the third son carried the baby towards the Walking into the city, he hummed songs to lull him to sleep and moved forward step by step.
The third son's injuries were serious. He kept walking forward, and time was trampled under his feet until he fell and could not get up again.
The starlight shone on the gradually cold body of the third son, as well as on the baby and the suicide note.
After a long time, blood suddenly seeped out of the suicide note in the baby package, and an arm that was about to disappear stretched out from the suicide note.
The fragments of memory were pieced together and turned into the white-haired old village chief.
Now that he is completely dead, the memory fragments he hid in his suicide note can only be activated after his soul is gone.
The old man's body was no longer strong. He looked at the body of his third son with extremely complicated eyes.
He is worthy of all the people he protects in the city and worthy of everything under the sun, but he is worthy of his children and the villagers.
“My father has brought a shadow to my life and dragged me into the abyss of despair, but I never thought that I would become a worse father than him...”
Holding the body of his third son, the village chief's white hair stuck to his face. From the moment he made his choice, his ending was doomed. He would lose everything and be forgotten by everyone.
When the last fragment of memory is broken, he will disappear completely.
"The buffer area between the ground and the big grave is under construction. More and more people and ghosts will touch each other within a safe range. Despair will eventually be diluted, and the black box will no longer be passed on to the next child." The old village chief buried his third son with his own hands. He picked up the baby in his arms and walked towards the city at the end of the horizon.
The night fell away, and the nightmare shattered at the same time.
The sky, the city, the pit, everything became illusory, and the white-haired old man gradually moved away, only the baby in his arms began to grow up rapidly.
The baby picked up by the eldest son, taken out of the pit by the third son, and carried into the city by the old village chief was none other than Han Fei in the nightmare.
In this most special nightmare, he lost all abilities and could only be a fragile baby who would be killed if he was not careful.
The whole nightmare also made Han Fei fearful. He had passed death countless times.
At first he was on the verge of death on the garbage dump. The old village chief's eldest son appeared later and he died at the beginning.
Later, he used all his strength to climb into the package and stayed with the old village chief and others, and escaped the massacre of the grave village by the living people.
In the end, the third son fled with him on his back, and the journey was extremely thrilling. There were several times when he thought he was going to die.
"I can't resist, I don't have any ability, I can't even speak. I can survive in such a nightmare." Han Fei himself found it incredible.
"You can live because you represent hope, just like a newborn child, with all kinds of possibilities in the future." A gentle voice suddenly sounded, and Han Fei looked around.
The dream collapsed to the end, forming a broken shrine, in which a dying god was imprisoned.
"Your voice is very similar to that of the village eldest son." Han Fei walked towards the shrine and felt a faint indescribable aura.
"You should have seen it a long time ago, right? I am Fu Sheng's first child, and my nightmare is the last scene in my life." The voice in the shrine was very weak, but it could be heard , he had no ill intentions towards Han Fei.
"The old village chief is Fu Sheng, the big tomb represents the deep world, the grave village represents the paradise managed by Fu Sheng, and the ground represents the real world. What you are showing me is the scene before Fu Sheng's soul died?" Han Fei had already seen the problem when he experienced the nightmare, and he kept all the details in mind.
"I feel my father's aura in you, but you are not him, which means that he did not resurrect successfully, but left everything to you." The divine door slowly opened, and colorful blood flowed out: "My The nightmare is hidden deep in my heart. The dream has always wanted to pry into it. Now I take the initiative to show it to you. In fact, I want to remind you three things - Fu Sheng was killed by his second son Carpenter, but the Carpenter can still be trusted. He will help you; secondly, Fu Sheng’s box should It’s your turn. When you release all your despair, you can become a very special ghost. Third, we have been betrayed by the people we protected. I don’t know what your choice is, but please don’t believe it. Reality. You should understand that the reason why the deep world is so terrifying is that there have been such dirty emotions in reality."
"I understand"
"You are. The person chosen by the father "Finally, let me give you another gift." The cracked statue in the shrine raised its head and stared at Han Fei: "It cannot be said that if you want to forcefully descend from the deep world to the reality or the shallow world, you need to sacrifice. Just sacrifice another ineffable. The stronger the ineffable strength of the sacrifice, the more strength the ineffable one can preserve."
"The dream is to sacrifice you, so it can be sacrificed. A shrine is built In the main city of the shallow world? "
"Yes, dreams have continuously squeezed power from my body over the years, using my beautiful hope for the world to weave beautiful murder traps." The blood flowed from the statue. It fell on Han Fei: "I am Fu Sheng's first child. Because of his unfortunate childhood, he wanted to put all his love and hope in me. He wanted to be the best father in the world. .”
The colorful blood flows with the past memories of the gods, carrying the father and son's longing for beauty: "In my heart, he is the best father. He showed me the beautiful world, taught me everything, and taught me everything. It left the best memories..."
The gentle blood slowly wrapped around Han Fei's body, it was an extremely gentle and bright force.
"So no matter what, I will not hate him. There is no need for him to apologize. I know that he is the most painful and desperate person, and he is the one who has suffered the most."
Idol The red rope and blood stains in the statue were suppressed by some kind of force, but there were more and more cracks on the surface of the statue. The imprisoned god seemed to want to ignite the final divine fire.
"Since he has chosen you, I will follow his choice. After all, he is the person I trust most in my life."
An extremely dazzling fire was ignited in the shrine, and the sharp weapon, red rope, and nearby nightmares that were pierced into the statue were all burned to ashes. The flame, carrying the first beauty and the last hope, broke through the shackles of the shrine and entered Han Fei's heart. Body.
When the flames merged with Han Fei, the statue turned into ashes, and the dilapidated shrine also disappeared along with the nightmare.
The god who has been imprisoned by nightmares for decades chose Han Fei. He fought hard to be forgotten by everyone, but also used the light of his life to illuminate Han Fei's path.
The unspeakable flame burned Han Fei's body, the nightmare was torn apart, the dream's will was disturbed, and the rules it set were completely broken at this moment.
In the deep darkness, a pair of terrifying eyes slowly opened and looked at Han Fei.
It remembered Han Fei's face and made a vicious voice: "Fu Sheng's son chose you. It seems... what I'm looking for is in you!"
Countless nightmares Bite coming, Han Fei subconsciously opened the inventory and took out the butcher knife of death.
The bright sword light and the indescribably bright flame composed of human nature attracted each other. The past of Fu Sheng’s eldest son poured into the butcher knife. He seemed to be standing behind Han Fei, swinging the knife forward with Han Fei. !
The nightmare bubbles burst one after another, and a huge gap was cut out along with the boundless darkness and the gray fog of the outside world.
"Player No. 0000, please note that your exclusive butcher knife has reached the B-level limit in the afterlife! The indescribable soul will accompany you!"
One swing of the knife exhausted all Han Fei's strength. When he opened his eyes again, he had returned to the main city hospital shrouded in gray fog.
However, compared with when we arrived, the gray fog covering the building has become much lighter. It seems that the power of the shrine that builds the gray fog has been severely weakened.
“How long have I been in the nightmare on the eleventh floor?”
After leaving the nightmare, Han Feicai found that his whole body was covered with injuries, his spirit was extremely exhausted, and severe pain continued to come from the back of his head. I can't even stand still.
"How could this happen?" After checking the system time, Han Fei discovered that he had spent a whole day and night in a nightmare on the eleventh floor!
The unspeakable nightmare was completely different from ordinary nightmares. Han Fei was so immersed in it that he didn't notice the passage of time at all.
Holding on to the wall, Han Fei walked out of the main city hospital little by little. When his figure appeared on the street, all the players around him stopped. They looked at Han Fei with strange looks, including envy and envy. There is jealousy, worry, and greed.
"Why are you looking at me like that? Did anything happen during the day and night I left?"
The players did not make way for Han Fei, and they seemed to After hesitating, many people pointed at Han Fei, and some secretly took out their communication devices and began to report Han Fei's location.
“Did someone clear the tenth level of nightmare again and make the hidden mission released by the dream disguise system public?”
Huang Ying has received similar tasks before. As long as he kills Han Fei, he can obtain the black box and the method of leaving the game. These are fatally attractive to players.
The crowd was getting denser and denser. They didn't dare to attack Han Fei, but they didn't seem to want to let Han Fei go.
When the atmosphere at the scene became subtle and tense, the crowd was suddenly separated by a force, and several figures walked out of the darkness at the end of the street.
"Good evening." Zhang Mingli held a cigarette in his mouth. Next to him were the neighbors of Xingfu Community: "It's already late at night."
The cold and terrifying breath came from With tears welling up in his body, Zhang Mingli helped Han Fei up.
"Who are you? We all found him together, why did you take him away?" Some players wanted to stop him, but before they got close, blood splashed down.
Zhang Mingli spit out the cigarette and stamped it out: "My name is Zhang Mingli. I used to teach ideological and moral ethics, so if any of you dares to have a bad idea, then I will kill him, no joke." ( End of chapter)