Doomsday Wonderland

Chapter 2417 The Vision of Dying

Countdown to energy delivery—02:35:47

Fu Xiro is right.

His judgment of "despair" is very accurate; it seems that "despair" is a state that he has dealt with countless times, and he is as familiar as knowing it with the palm of his hand.

As oxygen and life were lost bit by bit, Lin Sanjiu could feel that the cold, dark water level in her body was rising bit by bit, turning her body and mind into ruins inch by inch, and no more fire could be produced. .

…She has tried every kind of resistance and struggle that can be imagined and possible.

[Flat World] was opened over and over again, but the card could never be formed from the palm of the hand; "Seed" seemed to be afraid, and no matter how much she begged, she was unwilling to touch Fusiro. All her evolutionary abilities and consciousness have become distant dreams, the settings of novels that she occasionally read when she was working as an office worker, and have nothing to do with her.

Her hands were weak and clammy, and she scratched Fushiro's arm time and time again, unable to exert any strength. It was as light as the hallucinations of the person next to her pillow in the middle of the night. She couldn't even see if she had any red marks, because she couldn't lower her head and her vision was blurry.

The body seemed to have broken off from the neck long ago and could not be felt.

She was left with the strongest feeling: she didn't know when her neck would be crushed and her head would explode.

But even though the pain was so severe, Lin Sanjiu was still not dead. Not only was she not dead, she could clearly feel how far away she was from death, and how she was getting closer to that limit.

Fu Xilao's precise control is really terrifying... She thought vaguely.

He carefully measured every step she took toward death, tightening her strength and muscles little by little on a scale that was difficult for humans to achieve, so that her life and the despair of the rising water level could just complete the journey at the same time.

As if Lin Sanjiu was the most sophisticated and delicate instrument, Fu Xiluo was enduring the pain biting inside her body, adjusting her last moments with infinite patience and care, almost lovingly.

No, there is no other way.

Lin Sanjiu was forced to look up at the night sky. In the misty darkness, there were a few dull and bright stars.

Perhaps Sibaan's special life and future may be changed at any time; after tonight, he will no longer have her in his life.

It would be great if...if I could see everyone again.

If Kurosawa Ji saw her appearance at this time, he would probably have a fierce look on his face, hating how iron can turn into steel...?

After all, the last way he chose to leave was to jump from the roof into the night, toward the boundless ocean of fallen species on the ground, where the black tide surged.

In the last scene of the dream, he was like a twisting black blade. Wherever he went, broken corpses and dirty blood rose into the sky, as if he was building a Tower of Babel between heaven and earth with the flesh and blood of the fallen species.

However, even the vicious blade will gradually become dull and worn out in the endless killing.

"Can't they be killed cleanly?" Kurosawa Ji's voice was deep and cruel, as if he could hardly suppress the contemptuous laugh that followed. "It's impossible, so what does it matter? I just need to be worthy of my knife at this moment. Who cares whether he is dead or alive at the next moment, or whether the world is still around?"

Lin Sanjiu's eyelashes trembled and she opened her eyes that were already blurry again.

Is she still alive at this moment? What did she try at this moment?

If not, how can she be considered worthy of herself and everyone else?

"Teacher Yi..." Lin Sanjiu murmured in his mind, "[No coincidence can be written]... keen intuition... everything is good, let's have one..."

However, there seemed to be an abyss of death inside her body; her calls fell into silence, as if the world was also telling her in silence that in front of Fusillo, she had no choice but to die obediently.

"Please, Teacher Yi..."

"Small wine?"

Fu Xilao suddenly called her hoarsely, and the hand that was holding her throat stopped, and finally stopped squeezing inward little by little. "Were you... talking to me just now?"

Did her efforts to call Teacher Yi actually make a little sound flow out of her throat that was almost broken at the moment?

Lin Sanjiu reluctantly moved her eyes and vaguely saw Fu Xilao.

He didn't seem to think that she had anything else to say - not only to listen to her last voice on this earth, but also the only way for him to get a brief relief from the pain of killing her.

In the midst of surprise and hope, when Fu Xiluo looked at Lin Sanjiu, his expression was almost... pious.

What should she say to delay death?

"Small wine,"

Following Qing Jiuliu's voice, Lin Sanjiu raised her eyes.

…what happened?

Qingjiuru's back was facing her, and his thin and slender back was bare; his muscle lines followed his movements, gently stretching and contracting with the light and shadow. "...In this shapeless, wandering and twisted world, you are the only truth I can see."

Ah...yes, that was Qing Jiuru's dream that she had just experienced. She didn't know why it came to mind at this critical moment.

In the dream, it seemed to be his home world...

"However, I have to say goodbye to you and become a part of the world without truth." Qingjiuru turned around, lowered his head, took a deep breath of the paper roll in his hand, and the fire lit up. "I'm definitely not very happy...but Xiaojiu."

What?

"That's what's interesting about truth and answers. As long as they exist, it's enough... no matter how far away they are from me, no matter where they are submerged in time." Qingjiuru raised his eyes and smiled lazily. "Can you find it? That answer?"

what is the answer?

Lin Sanjiu realized that she seemed to be hallucinating when she was about to die - because she could not remember having such a conversation in Qing Jiuliu's dream.

"Don't lose consciousness,"

The hallucination passed in a flash; she heard Fushiro's hoarse voice saying in the distance: "So...you don't want to tell me anything in the end?"

She originally thought... She originally thought that if her plan was successful, at least two people would still be around after the flood; Ji Shanqing and Yuan Xiangxi.

Although Ji Shanqing cannot resist the great flood, his body is far away in the universe, and he will separate another strand of consciousness to find her; as for Yuan Xiangxi, he is not a human in the first place and will not be affected by the great flood.

"It's impossible,"

Yuan Xiangxi laughed in his dream, as if it was another conversation that had never happened before. "The life of ghosts is also life, and I don't want to gamble with it, but the situation seems to no longer allow me to take this chance."

He pointed to his left foot and said, "You remember, right? That guy named Ichiyanagi, his left foot became alive for me - if there is someone who hates learning, he can really start a class and become a professor. Dragging a The feet of a living person means that I will be dragged into the teleportation..."

Yuan Xiangxi thought for a while, as if he thought this was funny, and said with a smile: "Those people are vaccinated on a large scale one after another, so they won't be teleported. I wouldn't be teleported originally, but now I can't escape the flood. Now...things in this world are really like a round dining table, going back and forth."

Those people...were vaccinated on a large scale one by one...

The answer lost in time... is that one?

Could it be that this matter has always been obvious in front of her, but she didn't realize it until now?

Before she could secretly regret herself for wasting the opportunity, Lin Sanjiu's throat was once again tightened by Fu Xiluo's methodical strength; she only paused on her way to death, and then was forced to move forward again.

Wait, she finally found the answer, but she can't do anything?

Lin Sanjiu desperately tried to summon the communicator; but [Flat World] was like a closed book. No matter how she screamed through the window, the book would not open.

If you can't call the communicator, how can you send a signal to Siba'an? She even found the answer, but was she going to die on such an easy action?

No, no, there's another... there's another way.

Lin Sanjiu suddenly opened her eyes and saw a blood-red world. The fog rose from the corner of her vision, getting thicker and thicker, but her consciousness became increasingly blurry. She knew she would die soon.

Although it is tiny and slim, it is the only hope.

The way to send a final signal to Siba'an is to destroy the connection between them.

Countdown to energy delivery—02:35:28

In nineteen seconds, I wrote more than two thousand words, and my hydrography skills improved again (.