Chapter 411 Lie
"You are sick."
After all, the rain ten years ago is different from the rain ten years later.
Bai Yanren didn't have as many emotions as Feng Yiru, he just said this calmly and almost indifferently.
"Sick?"
Feng Yiru's heart ached and he laughed at himself.
Yes, to split my spirit in half for his words, yes...I am crazy.
In order to enter the new mist, I transformed myself into a completely new person.
Feng Xiuxue? So is the wind?
Many times she couldn't tell who she really was.
Even the reason why I have persisted for so many years is a bit vague.
Bai Yanren's words actually forced her into a state of self-doubt.
"I... am indeed sick."
Feng Yiru looked at Bai Yanren under the umbrella, and his eyes briefly glanced at Bai Yanliang for a moment.
Has Bai Yanliang completely sided with Bai Yanren?
Even if he is a demon?
She suddenly felt that people like herself were still a little naive.
Bai Yanliang, as a person who does not show his true emotions at all, seems to have some "human emotions" in the life and death crises he has spent with everyone again and again.
It was this subtle change that made everyone have different expectations for him.
After all, no one who has survived to this day is a fool.
Everyone can see Bai Yanliang's abnormality. From the day he entered Wuji, he was selected by Wuji time and time again.
This is not a matter of probability at all, but Bai Yanliang himself has some kind of connection with Wuji. Moreover, this connection is not considered secret at all, and anyone with a discerning eye can see it.
Although the reason for trusting him is getting to know him gradually, there is also the idea of placing a bet in it.
But now, after seeing Bai Yanliang standing next to Bai Yanren, Feng Yiru knew that he had failed.
All failed.
Bai Yanren failed. The monster holding an umbrella in front of him was no longer as gentle and kind as he once was.
Bai Yanliang also failed. He failed to become a real human being, but chose to stand with monsters. No... maybe it should be said that Bai Yanliang chose to stand with his own kind.
"Are you Feng Yiru or Feng Xiuxue?"
Bai Yanliang's problems seemed to be worsening.
Feng Yiru, whose mental state was already unstable at this moment, was suddenly overwhelmed by another wave of consciousness surging from the bottom of her heart. She tried hard to maintain the surface calm, but her whole body was already shaky, and it seemed that she would fall into the rain of blood at any time.
"Feng Yiru..." Bai Yanren said, "You are sick. Take out what I gave you for safekeeping, and then rest."
"Rest?" Feng Yiru knew that the Bai Yanren in front of him was just the deformed product of his former self, but he still couldn't resist the urge to talk to him.
But the words of the man in front of him were so ridiculous.
At this point, who can exit quietly and calmly, and then... rest?
she thought.
But soon, she realized that she was wrong.
Bai Yanren and Bai Yanliang's expressions were surprisingly consistent.
When they looked at themselves, they didn't look at a human being at all, but a piece of wood or a stone tablet.
Rather, it is to look at a decayed object that has long since lost its life.
It dawned on her.
The "rest" he talks about is definitely not a happy ending like handing over the keys and "retreating from the world."
But let her... close her eyes forever.
"You want to... kill me?"
Feng Yiru's head had a splitting headache.
Feng Xiuxue's consciousness was constantly impacting her.
It's really ironic when you think about it... Feng Yiru endured the pain and glanced at Bai Yanren and Bai Yanliang.
Ten years ago, I fell in love with him.
Split consciousness for his plan.
Yes, Feng Xiuxue is a personality born to sneak into the next round of fog gathering.
However, what she didn't expect was that the person this personality had a crush on turned out to be the person next to Bai Yanren. Ha...
I really fell down twice on the same road.
Speaking of which, the splitting of consciousness was also carried out at the initiative of Bai Yanren.
He once told himself...it doesn't matter. Although they are two personalities, as long as they can read each other's memories, they are the same person.
But now, she realized how wrong this sentence was.
Two consciousnesses in one body, even if they can read each other's memories, are not the same person at all.
No matter how perfectly shot a movie is, no matter how immersive it is for the audience, it will quickly return to reality after the screening.
She Feng Yiru and Feng Xiuxue just watched each other's "movie".
Ha...
So, did he start deceiving people ten years ago?
Feng Yiru recalled those words...
"It doesn't matter. Although they are two personalities, as long as they can read each other's memories, they are the same person..."
So, did he decide to kill me ten years ago?
Why?
What had I done to make him take such an extreme step?
Feng Yiru couldn't understand it at all.
However, Bai Yanren's answer at this moment caused her chaotic brain to suddenly fall into a brief blank.
"Kill?" Bai Yanren shook his head slightly after hearing her words.
The blood rain was still falling, and his voice was a little blurred in the wind and rain: "I didn't kill anyone, I just let the dead return to death."
Feng Yiru froze on the spot, she looked at Bai Yanren blankly.
Why... do you say that?
Bai Yanren's eyes seemed to fluctuate a bit.
"Can you still recall? Everyone's conversation when we entered the fog set..."
While Bai Yanren was speaking, he seemed to glance slightly sideways at Bai Yanliang.
"Let me ask you, how did you get in?"
"Do you still remember how you answered?"
Bai Yanren's eyes finally fell completely on her.
My answer...
Feng Yiru looked at him blankly.
My answer...
The painful brain pulled out fragments from ten years ago from the intertwined thoughts.
"Everyone, how did you get in?"
"I don't know. I opened the door when I got off work and smelled a strong smell of gas. As soon as I turned on the light, my eyes turned white and I arrived at this ghost place..."
"I can't remember exactly. The last memory I have is that a garbage truck ran a red light and hit my car..."
"Hey, that's the same for me. When I was cleaning the outside of the window, my foot slipped and I ended up here."
Everyone's statements are full of surprises, but what I said is...
"I seem to be sick, lying on the hospital bed looking at the ceiling, looking at it, and then I came here."
The same goes for the wind.
The memory stopped abruptly.
When he raised his head again and looked at Bai Yanren, Feng Yiru's expression was full of horror.
"Did you lie at that time?"
Bai Yanren nodded and seemed to be talking to Bai Yanliang:
"Well, I heard from everyone at the time that they were all from various death scenes, so I made up one too."
"Actually, I entered Wuji after pushing the door open."
"So, I'm the only one alive."
(End of chapter)