The world is hazy, and consciousness is floating and scattered.
A siren's voice rose from the depths of the mist, tempting Lin Sanjiu to close her eyes and give up resistance. As long as she let go and let everything end, the pain would no longer be able to touch her.
It turns out that on the verge of death, if you want to gather your spiritual consciousness, it is as difficult as gathering the fog with your bare hands.
She has never destroyed an ability - in the apocalyptic world, there are probably not many people who have this experience.
But...since the "seed" is alive, it must be able to kill, right?
To... kill the seeds, kill the seeds...
Lin Sanjiu repeated the same thought again and again, because once she let her thoughts slip away, she might never come back.
She forced her remaining consciousness, which was as thin as mist, to go down from her brain that was about to be burst by the rapidly expanding blankness, walked past her rattling throat, and penetrated into her body that she could no longer feel, looking for
her hands.
As if out of fear, she didn't even dare to touch Fu Xiluo's "seed", which was hibernating in her right hand. When Lin Sanjiu's consciousness touched it, she trembled and shrank even tighter.
.
...What to do? How to kill it?
That wisp of mist-like consciousness was powerless at this moment and could do nothing.
And in just two or three seconds, it would disappear along with Lin Sanjiu's life; no matter what she tried, she would have no time.
But...she can still delay, right?
Her throat was no longer able to make a sound; Lin Sanjiu didn't know whether it was the Qi in her body or the blood that hit her vocal cords again and again. Even if she couldn't make a sound, she still desperately searched for her lips with her consciousness, hoping that they would tremble.
Get up, even open a little gap - as long as Fu Xilao can know that she has something to tell him.
"...a small drink?"
The distant voice gradually came closer, but it came from above the sky. The imprisoned force in the throat was imperceptibly loosened; the thin and unreal air, like an illusion, came from the extremely narrow line.
, slowly flowing into her body.
It seemed like I could delay my life for a few more seconds.
"You want to tell me something, right?"
Fu Xiluo's shadow gradually became clearer in front of his eyes; Lin Sanjiu blinked in the blood mist and finally distinguished his outline again.
At some point, Fusiro had put her down from mid-air, and she vaguely realized that she was lying on the grass, looking up at Fusiro's face, as well as the cool stars and the night sky behind him.
His eyes...
If my body could still move, I would probably be shaking uncontrollably.
Those eyes were like a dark lake hanging upside down in the night sky, and every night star was just a tiny sparkle in his eyes.
She suddenly understood what Nuwa said: "The more persistent and crazier you are, the farther you will go" - such a huge black lake that is so beautiful that it is almost terrifying, and so crazy that it is close to calm. It is unknown when it will pour from the sky.
Below, the water waves roared, rushed away, and shattered the world.
What would happen to the world if he failed despite all attempts?
"Although you will be dead by then, I still hope that when the world above the world finally opens, your eyes will be facing the sky."
Fu Xiluo's other hand gently touched Lin Sanjiu's eyelashes, as if a butterfly's wings fluttered and then disappeared.
"Even if you just want to delay time, that's fine, and I'm happy too." His eyes were condescending, but his tone was like a pious plea. "What do you want to tell me?"
"I……"
With Fu Xiluo's subtle permission, Lin Sanjiu finally uttered a word - if such a broken, shapeless breath could form a word.
"……understandable."
Fu Xiluo was startled.
As if he couldn't help it, he looked at his hand holding Lin Sanjiu's neck; she felt that a little more air was flowing in.
...try to kill the "seed". All her strength must be put on this matter.
Lin Sanjiu didn't even think about what she should say to Fu Xiluo in order to delay as much time as possible; but she clearly didn't think about it at all, but instead word after word flowed out of her throat tremblingly.
"I used your consciousness...to live your...twelve years."
Only with consciousness can we have consciousness; no matter how weak it is, we must use consciousness to wrap the "seed" layer by layer - and then use all our strength to pinch it tightly.
"So...I understand all your paranoia, delusions...and morbidity," Lin Sanjiu looked at Fu Xiluo without blinking, and said in a broken voice: "It seems...it's also imprinted on me.
It made a mark."
The black lake hanging upside down in the night sky seemed to be unable to bear its own huge weight, and a drop of cold water fell.
After all, the "seed" is not a real living body; under the owner's tightening will, it is also collapsing inward little by little, and is not far from being completely broken and destroyed.
Lin Sanjiu couldn't see Renben, and he didn't know what would happen to the "seed" after it was destroyed. The thing that he once hated so much, now he felt a little disappointed when he thought that it might die together with the "seed".
"I hate you...but I don't hate you either. I pity you even more..."
...Does Fusiro actually tremble slightly?
He should be very aware that he has mobilized consciousness in his body - no flow and change of consciousness can be hidden from his eyes.
But Fushiro didn't seem to care at all about that little bit of trembling and shrinking consciousness.
Maybe it's because he doesn't think it's a threat; maybe it's because he's hanging on to every word Lin Sanjiu says, as if what she says is some kind of magic spell that he should have learned a long, long time ago.
The words I heard have not been heard in the world until today.
"It's because I understand, because I pity you..."
The moment the "seed" suddenly collapsed and shattered, it was like a black hole was suddenly torn open in her body; the other end that was once connected to the "seed" was broken and disappeared, leaving only the empty wind rushing into her body.
It’s too late to be sentimental; the real gambling will begin next.
"So I must kill you."
Fu Xiluo looked at her motionless, the strength of his hand was still the same as before, neither tightening nor relaxing. "How to kill...how to kill me? Xiaojiu, do you have any idea?"
"Yes." Lin Sanjiu smiled in a low, hoarse voice.
Even if the "seeds" are destroyed, it does not necessarily mean that the flood is coming.
Sibaan might not discover it right away; if he did, he might not know that this was the "signal" that Lin Sanjiu had mentioned before - after all, at that time, she said she knew how to use the communicator.
When Sibaan realized that her "seed" was destroyed, he would most likely think that something had happened to her - this judgment was indeed not wrong - and by then, the possibility of him coming in person would probably be far greater.
Because of the possibility of launching a great flood and letting himself be washed away from Lin Sanjiu.
But there was nothing she could do about it.
She could only continue to wait; hoping that in the next second, Sbaan would understand her intention and drive the queen to crash into the sky above the world of Karma Museum.
"A long time ago... I, Li Bao, Yuan Xiangxi, the puppet master, Qing Jiuliu... were driving in a car, hunting for the body butler of Oasis on the road..."
She had a question in a daze. It was strange, who was there that day?
But the doubt disappeared in a flash.
Fu Xiluo had been listening quietly, and when he saw her stop, he asked: "What happens next?"
…Why hasn’t the great flood come yet?
She only had one or two words left... With Fushiro's mind, as soon as the next sentence was spoken, he would also realize what Lin Sanjiu had noticed.
His "life gate".
The night sky, black lake, dark stars...the vision became blurry again, and Lin Sanjiu didn't know if she was crying.
She had tried her best. Even if she was unable to save herself in the end, she had no regrets or regrets. However, she really didn't want it to end like this.
The night sky, black lake, dark stars... and half of the pale red celestial bodies gradually floated up from the clouds, looking at her from a distance with eyes that seemed to be about to cry.
Lin Sanjiu wanted to smile.
It turns out that before we say goodbye, we can take one last look at each other.
"We were led to a scarecrow made of mummified corpses. When we got closer, we discovered that... the body steward was not dead yet. He was placed on a special object by his enemies and exposed to the sun and rain... more than six hundred days passed.
"
Fushiro is very quiet.
"Really," he said hoarsely, "So that's what it is."
Sure enough, he understood it as soon as he heard it.
"It seems that Oasis is very afraid that his strength will be reduced even a little bit...that's why every body steward received the injection." He raised his head and took a long breath. "The Lord of Li is the body
The housekeeper didn’t know that he had been vaccinated. It turned out that it had been in my body for a long time... This must be my destiny."
Lin Sanjiu bit her lip and said "hmm".
"Then, come and catch it, Xiaojiu."
She couldn't see the flood with her naked eyes without the help of external force, but she felt it.
The universe was shattered, and under Sbaan's power, a piece of cold and gentle light bloomed; it rushed from the end of heaven and earth, swept across the earth, rushed to the two people on the grass, and swallowed Exodus.
Countdown to energy delivery—02:34
I was asked a question today: what will happen to me and what will I do when I finish writing the last word of doomsday and press send.
I can't think of it at all...
That moment seemed to exist only in theory not long ago, but now it has become a reality just a few steps away, waiting to happen.
