On top of the building piled with corpses, just before all the dead souls went crazy, Han Fei and countless others stretched out their hands toward the mirror.
People who persist in this world are not alone. They will wait for people with the same ideals to support each other, save each other, hold each other's torches, and walk unswervingly towards the end of the night.
The dazzling blade flashed in countless pairs of eyes that had transformed into corpses, illuminating their nightmares.
When this light is weak, all the zombie souls are extremely angry. They are accustomed to darkness and cannot tolerate this light. They feel that it is the one who is truly guilty.
But as more and more humanity is injected into the light of the sword, the corpses embedded in the walls and hidden in the shadows no longer dare to act rashly, because the light can no longer be easily blocked.
"Fu Sheng!"
Han Fei is a cold and rational person, but sometimes he is more naive than most people in the world. Just like now, he would rather risk being crushed by countless evil thoughts to stand on the corpse cave and rescue the real person.
Fu Sheng.
The light pierced the mirror, but the smiling faces that formed the mirror did not stop it. The blade easily fell into the mirror, bringing hope to Fu Sheng who was trapped behind the mirror.
From Fu Sheng's perspective, his surroundings were originally pitch black, with no light or sound coming in, but now everything is different.
A familiar voice came from the cell phone that never left my body, and a ray of light shone in the eternal darkness.
Subconsciously reaching out his hand, Fu Sheng caught the ray of light.
Warmth, solidity, and generosity, he didn't know how to describe the feeling that light brought to him.
The mirror was attacked, and all the corpses accelerated their transformation. Patients and doctors all turned into monsters. They broke free from the shackles of death and rushed towards Han Fei with full of anger and resentment.
Rotten arms grabbed Han Fei's body. The crunching sounds of dislocated bones and the roar of zombie monsters reached the young man's ears through the mobile phone. He couldn't see what was happening outside the mirror, he could only see
The light in front of me still stayed in place, no matter how terrifying and difficult things happened, it never disappeared.
"are you OK?"
"Fortunately, I will find a way to bring you out."
"Actually, I'm fine here alone, so don't worry."
"Like you, I have come step by step. If there is one person in this world who can understand you, it will be me, so you can rely on me without any reservation."
The breath of the curse came out of the body, and the rotten corpse bit Han Fei's body, leaving a row of festering wounds on Han Fei's shoulders. However, the rotten corpse was poisoned by the soul and fell from the high platform. It was shattered into pieces and could no longer survive.
Get up.
The young man in the mirror could hear the sounds outside. He hesitated and looked back at the darkness behind him.
"Rather than being imprisoned in darkness forever, it may be a better choice to integrate into this blade and become part of this light."
Han Fei outside the mirror was still trying to figure out how to break the mirror, but the young man in the mirror took the initiative to walk towards the blade and let the light penetrate his chest!
Pressing his hands on the mirror, the young man looked at the darkness in front of him. He knew that the person he was waiting for was in front of him, in the future that he could not see.
Han Fei, who was holding a knife in both hands, did not expect that the young man would do such a thing. He wanted to make Fu Sheng into a ghost mark, but that was for the memory fragments of Fu Sheng who killed him ninety-nine times, not the one in front of him.
A child who was saved by his own hands.
"I have never properly said thank you to you. I don't want to cause you any more trouble."
The remnant soul of the young man was melting. He grabbed the hands that saved him, but he couldn't find a way to leave the darkness, so he chose to stand with those people.
If you can't illuminate others, then become a bundle of dry firewood and become part of the fire.
Han Fei slapped the mirror. When he wanted to take back the Purana Knife, it was already too late.
The heart of Fu Sheng's remnant soul was penetrated by the Purana Knife, and he integrated the remaining good things in his memory into the Purana Knife.
"My past was full of despair. These beautiful memories appeared because of you. Now I want to return them to you. I hope you don't refuse my kindness. This is the only thing I can do for you."
Redemption is mutual, Fu Sheng's remnant soul can't get out of the mirror, so he thought of this method.
When Han Fei pulled out the knife forcefully, the entire mirror composed of beautiful memories of human nature rippled, and the calm water surface became rough.
The memories brought to people range from plain and beautiful to passionate and exciting. When they are touched, they will erupt with incomprehensible power.
It is always difficult to go down the right path, but even so, there are countless ordinary people running in that direction.
The integration of Fu Sheng's remnant soul made the light on the butcher knife of the past life even more dazzling, and the memories that were always guarding him on the mirror also followed him towards the past life.
Han Fei grabbed the handle of the knife and pulled it out little by little. Cracks appeared on the entire mirror. The smiling faces seemed to be attracted by something. He followed Fu Sheng with the last kindness and persistence.
Entering the butcher's knife together.
"Bang!"
The mirror exploded, and the Purana Knife in Han Fei's hand became different from before. Something vaguely appeared on the handle of the knife.
"Fu Sheng?"
Han Fei never expected that the remnant soul of Fu Sheng imprisoned in the mirror would enter the Purana Knife. The child was also a kind and gentle person at first. He was the only one in the whole city who silently took care of the lonely ghosts.
Looking at the blade, Han Fei's eyes were so complicated for the first time since he entered the memory world of the shrine.
In another memory shrine of Fu Sheng, he changed Fu Sheng's destiny. At that moment, he actually changed his own destiny.
If Fu Sheng had not heard his voice, the mirror would not have been broken at all; if Han Fei had not retrieved most of his memories before, it would be even less possible for him to recall the number he left for Fu Sheng.
Ninety-nine deaths allowed Han Fei to find a way out. He still couldn't guarantee that he would be able to reach the end, but at least he was getting closer to his goal.
Raising the death knife, the doctors and patients who grabbed Han Fei let go of their hands. At a certain moment, they seemed to see the person they once wanted to be.
Figures stood behind Han Fei. He was always alone, but he was never alone.
"What's in the mirror is Fu Sheng's beautiful fantasy, and the remnant soul is the personality separated from Fu Sheng by the dream." Seeing that there was no danger, Yan Le grabbed his head, stopped, and started to rush back.
She was the first to escape and the first to come back. She knew how to "assess the situation".
"It is probably here that Fu Sheng completely abandoned the beauty in his heart and made up his mind to enter paradise. Didn't the yellow-haired student from before say that a teacher once saw Fu Sheng sewing ghosts into his body in the hospital?" Yan Le's
Her mother did not expect that Han Fei could survive in such a situation. She was a little afraid of the butcher knife in Han Fei's hand, but this time she had no other bad intentions at all.
Han Fei had encountered similar things in other memory shrines. The earliest one was the Mirror God. In the underground black clinic, the Mirror God, whose internal organs were dug out, threw away good intentions and all beautiful illusions, and opened his arms to embrace the darkness.
This time Han Fei encountered the same situation again. Meng collected the beautiful humanity that Fu Sheng had lost and used it as his resurrected body, but he did not expect to meet Han Fei.
"I obviously changed Fu Sheng's destiny, but he still chose the previous path. Is he telling me that the future is already doomed?"
Han Fei stared at the bright blade. This knife had a special meaning to him. The blade did not absorb the innocent souls who were killed, but left behind all the people who were willing to believe in him.
The "goods" in the flesh and blood factory in Animal Lane, the old ghost in the dead building who carries the bloodline death curse, and the beautiful personality left by Fu Sheng on the road of life.
"Afterlife..."
When Han Fei was silent, the humanity's sword light slowly faded, and a cold voice came from the depths of his mind.
"Attention, player number 0000! You have successfully obtained the D-level exclusive butcher knife and passed away!"
