"Team Mu! Su Xiaobi! Ye Ya! Answer me!" Su Mingan shouted. He looked at Lu Shu again, and quickly looked away, not daring to dwell too much on Lu Shu.

"Aren't you even willing to accept the hallucination?" Lu Shu said, "If it's just a beautiful dream, aren't you willing to continue living it?"

"no."

"Why? Not even a little bit?" Lu Shu said. Su Mingan just said: "No."

He cannot lose his "reason" and will never allow himself to have a mental breakdown. If one day he really loses Lu Shuyue and others, he will accept it after doing his best to save them and will not stand still.

He once hoped that he could really be happy, but now he doesn't think about his ending.

...This must be an illusion. If you want to break the illusion, you may need to return to your original state. Since you should have broken off your hand, then...

Su Ming'an reached out and put his hand on his shoulder. He just hesitated for a moment, then used force. With a "click" sound, he forcefully tore off his upper arm. Blood spattered everywhere, and the skin and muscles were disconnected.

Lu Shu held the tea and looked at him quietly. Snow-white data of 0 and 1 flashed around him, like blooming flowers.

"Alas." Lu Shu sighed and put down the tea bowl.

The next moment, Su Ming'an saw that the scene in front of him began to fade. Even Lu Shu holding the tea began to fade, and the surrounding scene shattered like glass.

"Ha ha.."

Su Mingan laughed:

"You are indeed an illusion! You are indeed..."

He smiled for a while, then his smile gradually faded away, leaving only pain on his face.

.....Why is he laughing?

....What's so funny about this?

The corner of his mouth twitched, as if he was laughing or crying. Noise poured into his brain, as if robbing him of his soul.

He held his head and squatted down. His mind was in chaos. His consciousness seemed to be pulled and cut by three people. Part of it belonged to Asa, part of it belonged to Beilisel, and part of it belonged to Lin Guang. They seemed to be engaged in a tug-of-war.

.Some people tried to hold him, some tried to push him away, and some tried to hurt him.

His temples were swollen and painful, and they were beating incessantly, as if a sharp cone had pierced his brain, splitting it into three parts, and his mouth seemed to be filled with blood.

....Stop shouting! Stop shouting those names!

Stop calling Asa! Stop calling Xiaobei!!

"...."

Since the moment the emotional resonance ended, these voices have always existed, but he deliberately did not listen to them.

But at this time, the sequelae completely broke out.

Thoughts are inflating like balloons, and the memories and emotions a person can bear are limited - when he exhausts the lifespan of his soul, he will also die.

Su Mingan covered her ears and kept whispering her name, over and over again, trying her best to remember who she was:

"Su Mingan."

Save them—save Zhai Xing—save Minghui—save Praia—save all human civilization! Win the bet!

"Su Mingan."

He whispered to himself to remember himself.

Save them——!

"Su Mingan."

He chanted again.

Help——!

"Su Ming'an. Save——! "Su Ming'an."

"Pah, pah, pah, pah--!!!"

His vision rotated and turned upside down. He buried himself between his knees, shrinking into a hedgehog's position, and used the hardest body bone to protect his tight heartbeat.

Someone walked up to him. "Listen up, this is the last time." The person whispered:

"Shoot me."

....

[(te All Things Resurrection) Perfect Clearance Progress: 80%]

....

There was the continuous sound of rain above the head. Su Mingan woke up from his dream.

He had a very strange dream. Who was shot? What kind of shot was fired?

In the upper left corner of the field of vision, HP has dropped to 430 points, and it also comes with the debuffs of [serious injury: loss of 30 health points per minute] and [one-arm incomplete: temporarily unable to control the arm].

He pushed open the layers of hoses with his shoulders and climbed out. The city in front of him was still shrouded in heavy rain, and the system time showed 11:23 pm.

Only the blood on his body was warm. A few white birds perched on the bell tower flapped their wings.

The city-state was completely silent, with only a few figures sleeping in the rain. Su Mingan looked back and saw that the lights of the Central Government Building were still on, and the light shone through the pigeon-cage-like windows.

"Su Lin." He called.

The heavy rain buried his voice.

"Noel?"

No reply.

"Yue Yue..."

No reply.

"Lu Shu..."

He slowly supported his heavy body and stood up.

Gotta get out of here first.

..... He was chased by Lin Guang before. He jumped from the building and fell here. He didn't know when Lin Guang would catch up.

"Da, da." Su Mingan stepped off the hose and took a few steps, almost tripping.

He thought it was garbage. After all, the rain was so heavy that the garbage on the ground was washed everywhere. But when he lowered his head, he saw that the person who tripped him turned out to be a corpse.

A messy, dirty corpse that seemed to have lost all its color.

"...."

The only sound in my ears was the patter of rain.

The rain fell down his field of vision, soaking the corpse and the messy white hair in the pool of water like a fallen lily.

Su Mingan slowly knelt down and turned the body over. He pushed away the man's white hair, revealing a puncture wound on his forehead.

At this moment, his thoughts were blown away like the wind. His plan, his next move, and his coping methods seemed to have all been forgotten.

Su Ming'an silently maintained the posture of lifting the white hair of the corpse for a long time. After a while, he slowly made a sound, which was inaudible in the heavy rain.

".—.How did you die?" Aren't you the villain boss?

Will the villain boss die before the decisive battle with the hero?

A few white hairs slipped from Su Mingan's fingers and floated back into the water. The white-haired young man lay in the rain.

He closed his eyes, as if he had been attacked by someone, and his fingers still kept digging, as if he was digging for something before he died.

Lin Guang's appearance is really similar to Lu Shu's, with similar eyebrows and pale skin, there is always gray under the eyes, and his lips are bloodless, like a patient who has been suffering from a long illness.

He was obviously lying on the rain pool, but he seemed to be lying on the bottom of the sea, almost melting into a part of the water. The left chest was open, and the heart inside was missing.

It seemed like a long time passed. It also seemed like just a moment.

"...Linguang." Su Mingan finally spoke.

It seemed like he was saying a long goodbye. His voice was trembling at the end, and he was speechless for a long time, as if all his strength had been drained away.

Even though I have been looking forward to Lin Guang's death, when this person really dies... "Lu... Lin Guang"

Su Ming'an withdrew his hand and let the white hair cover the corpse's face. There was only a low breath in his throat.

"...goodbye."

A withered lily was pinned to Lin Guang's chest, stained with blood. The shadows of the trees were illusory in the heavy rain, and the neon signs reflected in the puddles flickered. The white-haired young man had blood stains on his face, which were gradually spread by the rain, like blood and tears.

.

"..."

Su Mingan squatted in the rain, silently. The rain in his ears suddenly stopped. An umbrella was held on his head.

The slight scent of lemon came, and Su Mingan knew who was holding the umbrella for him. At this time, there was only one person who could move freely in the city-state where everyone fell to the ground.

"You have always hated him." God's voice came from behind, still with an elegant accent soaked in red wine: "I avenged you, don't thank me."

"Yes." Su Mingan said, "I do hate him."
To be continued...