The world is gradually collapsing, and bits and pieces of amber light shine from Zhao Guangming's body.
That's a broken heart.
Feeling his body gradually losing vitality, Zhao Guangming collapsed to the ground.
The woman in his arms looked pale, but she looked at Zhao Guangming with a smile.
"Tell me, if there was no command bureau, would our endings be different?"
Liuli seemed very weak and her speech was a little choppy.
"I have no idea."
Zhao Guangming closed his eyes and did not look at the disappearing woman.
It wasn't until the warmth disappeared that he sighed heavily.
Liuli is dead, completely dead.
Heart broken, her last connection with the world has disappeared.
Seven years of hatred ended today, and the pain that seemed to be burning in Zhao Guangming's eyes gradually dissipated.
It turned into peace.
"I'll avenge you..."
The middle-aged man raised the corners of his mouth, showing a peaceful smile.
My sister married a good man, and Su Min's family also liked her very much.
The days are getting better and better.
At the moment when he completely let go of his hatred, Zhao Guangming suddenly realized that his life was not that bad after all.
It's a pity that people always wake up before they die.
"That's good too."
He hasn't had a good night's sleep for seven whole years, and now he can finally have a good rest...
"Hey, are you dead?"
The young man's voice sounded at an inappropriate time, and Zhao Guangming suddenly opened his eyes and stared at him.
He looked like he was refusing to rest in peace.
"It's good that I'm not dead."
Wang Jin knelt down gently and smiled with a face that deserved to be beaten.
Just now, he found a way to save this old man.
"I thought about it carefully, and I guess the little money you have is not enough for a meal."
"So I discussed with this girl, you can treat me to a hundred hot pot meals before you die."
The young man pointed at the petite girl next to him and showed a happy smile.
The next second, the Eyes of the Ancient God on his cheek slowly opened.
"Wang Jin, you're fucking crazy...ahem..."
The moment he saw that eye, Zhao Guangming almost spat out a mouthful of blood.
The Dawn Project brought extraordinary vitality to his body, and he could survive for a few minutes even if he lost his heart.
But Wang Jin seemed to be planning to send him away directly.
"take it easy."
The breath gradually accumulated, as if something was triggered.
The young man's white hair was flying and he showed a bright smile.
Seems quite pleasant.
He enjoyed this moment of peeling off the cocoons to find out the truth.
Wang Jin has been thinking about why Liuli died.
Ghost stories will not be eliminated, they can only be contained.
This is an unchanging iron rule.
Just being destroyed and completely dissipating the heart can only mean one thing.
Liuli is not a ghost story in the strict sense.
If it's not a human being or a monster, there's only one possibility.
She is unclean, or...
Dreamer.
Moreover, they are dreamers who have been polluted to a critical level by the dream world and are no longer able to return to human life.
This also explains why she is so easily twisted, why she has an inexplicable connection with this place, and why her abilities are so similar to the bonuses in the dream world.
In a sense, she is the will of this strange scene.
What is special is not her, but this world called dreamland.
A severely polluted dreamer will become a being similar to the will of the scene, thereby gaining the qualification to use abilities in the real world.
The death of the will of the previous scene means the birth of a new one.
The moment Liuli dissipated, Meng Yu, who was already a little overwhelmed, was completely contaminated.
But this pollution did not kill her, but gave her the ability to control the dream world.
For example, Wang Jin is currently caught between reality and dreams, so he can use the Eye of the Ancient God.
And with this ability, it means that Zhao Guangming does not have to die.
"You... aren't you afraid of recruiting those big brothers?"
The middle-aged man showed deep shock on his face, with an expression of "leave me a whole body".
"Come? Where are you coming?"
Wang Jin smiled even happier.
Now he is neither in reality nor in dreams, but in a superposition of the two.
This is a paradox.
Of course, if it were an existence at the level of an ancient god, it would be impossible to find it.
So he wanted to complete the plan as soon as possible.
"Meng Yu, please."
Nodding to the little girl beside him, Wang Jin reached out and pulled out the knife stuck in Zhao Guangming's chest, and then reached out to press his wound.
Meng Yu clasped his hands together, and a new heart appeared out of thin air in his broken chest.
As the will of Kaidan in the dream world, her abilities can affect the real world.
But this alone is not enough for Zhao Guangming to survive.
The dream world cannot create life, this is the rule.
Not even a beating heart can do that, so it can only be said to be a piece of meat with heart function.
But this doesn’t mean Wang Jin can’t do it.
Dark green mist surged out, bringing back Zhao Guangming's memories.
It was something that had appeared in the zoo before, another aura that was completely opposite to the dream of death.
The Eye of the Ancient God was formed by gathering three old rulers, one of whom is the Green God who represents endless vitality.
Pure vitality cannot create a heart out of thin air, and the heart that appears by making a wish just lacks vitality.
Everything is so perfect.
"It's fair to assume that your life is not destined to be cut off."
Wang Jin grinned and tried his best to inject life into the heart inside Zhao Guangming's chest.
This is the first time he has used power beyond his control, so it is inevitable that there will be some waste due to lack of proficiency.
His inspiration was consumed rapidly, and his originally frightening expression became as white as a sheet of paper.
The long, snow-white hair grew rapidly under the influence of vitality, and soon hung down to her waist.
"It's really yours."
Although Zhao Guangming didn't understand what Wang Jin was thinking, he could feel that his condition was gradually improving.
Simply lie down flat on your back.
"That's...an ancient god?"
In the distance, Leonard and Han Dong were leaning against the abandoned truck, their eyes so wide that they almost flew out.
The situation is getting worse and worse, from the dust explosion at the beginning, to the qigong cannon later, and now to the ancient god's breath.
This young man is repeatedly crushing and reorganizing their worldview.
Even if he took out an aircraft carrier from his pocket now, neither of them would be too surprised.
"Xiao Lei, you don't have to compete with Wang Jin."
Han Dong patted Leonard on the shoulder and spoke earnestly.
"It's my fault that I still want you two to fight in the ring."
The two-meter-tall man looked ashamed and looked at Leonard beside him.
"ah…"
The latter opened his mouth, but couldn't think of what to say for a long time.
He had seen the Eye of the Ancient God, and what surprised him now was Wang Jin's abnormal brain circuitry.
"Is this guy really human?"
After muttering something under his breath, Leonard began to comfort Han Dong, whose worldview had collapsed.