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Chapter 177 Chapter 170 Six · BE9 · Homecoming
Momo knelt on the icy snow surface, scratching the floor like crazy with his fingers in pain, blood was all between his fingers.

And the girl who was protected under him didn't move, nor could she laugh anymore.

Maybe Momo just came back, so he slipped through the net, but that's not important, judging by his unprotected posture against the wind and snow, he probably won't live long.

Momo raised his head, looked at Su Mingan suddenly, and roared hoarsely:
"——It’s all about you, because I saved you——

If it wasn't for you, our town wouldn't be—"

Momo's eyes were red.

His facial features were distorted by grief, and tears ran across the man's weather-beaten face, mixing the snow on his face into a ball.

As if endless grief was raging in his body, he choked up for a moment, and a mournful cry escaped from his lips.

"...You nobles are all the same, you don't understand anything at all...Life is like a feather in your eyes, you don't understand the price we paid for living—" he said, emotionally Getting more and more excited, the anger burst suddenly.

He moved suddenly, howling like a beast, and suddenly rushed forward in an extremely crazy posture, with both hands stretched out, as if he wanted to grab Su Mingan's throat violently.

"Qingqing, Qingqing, she's dead—" he roared heart-piercingly, as if fire was spurting from his chest: "Qingqing is dead! Do you remember her, she is obviously such a good child—— "

Su Mingan looked at the hand he stretched out, with blood on the fingers.

"Bam—!"

He closed his eyes, and the outer layer of his eyelids was suddenly splashed with a little warmth, and the smell of blood burst out instantly, and he felt that his entire face was sprinkled with a layer of blood.

He opened his eyes.

The crazy Momo in front of him had disappeared. There was a thin layer of bloody mud on the snow, and the splashed blood spots exploded like fireworks.

...Someone took the lead and killed Momo in such a straightforward and cruel way.

Su Mingan had a premonition of something, took out a cloth, wiped his blood-stained face clean, turned around, and looked behind the energy fluctuation just now.

Amidst the wind and snow, a white shadow stood quietly on the snow blanket, as if blending with the surroundings.

Those bright silver eyes looked at this side quietly, with a kind of thickness that seemed to lock in time.

"The prophet is dead?" Sheng Qi asked in a calm voice.

"Dead." Su Mingan said.

"You killed it?"

"Ah."

Su Mingan threw the blood-stained cloth on the ground, and then raised his sword again.

"Are you still unwilling to go back?" Sheng Qi asked.

The death of Anna Xu seemed insignificant to him, so he skipped the topic and continued to ask this repetitive question.

"Who would want to go back and die." Su Mingan's tone was reasonable: "As you can see, the progress of the experiment is developing very fast, and now I can guarantee its success. It is far better to let me live than to let me die."

He is used to game strategies, and he is good at considering the progress of the game itself, from the perspective of a designer.

For example, he took this perfect customs clearance route far away from Zhengjun Square, and he hasn't failed yet, which means he still has other ways to go.From the perspective of Shengqi, there should be a way out.

If you can convince the other party, perhaps it will be considered a success of this route.

...In the final analysis, there must be a glimmer of life, it is impossible for him to confront the ceiling of combat power, it depends on whether he can grasp it.

Then, he saw the mainland ruler in front of him who had never changed his face, closed his eyes, and his tone became softer:

"If possible." Sheng Qi said softly, his voice almost whispering: "...I also hope that you can live."

"Then let me go." Su Mingan said: "My magic circle can be completed within tomorrow. Although it is only the first version, it can already subtly change the talents of many people. If we continue to study... change those polluted ones. Warcraft, purifying the malice in their bloodlines will be very simple - as long as you give me time, I will change the entire continent."

"Sheng Qi." He read the other party's name with an extremely sincere tone: "...Trust me. I have no thoughts about your continent, and I have no threats. You just need to give me a laboratory and keep me alive... I can bring you everything."

He knew that the other party was a mainland careerist and a theocratic ruler. As early as the first time they met in the hall, Shengqi told him that he wanted to build a country where people were gods, and to rule foolish people with theocracy.

The personal statement that Qin Wang left behind also told him that the other party was a guy who wanted to snatch the results of the experiment to maintain the governance of the system, so that when the experiment was just about to be completed, the other party was in a hurry to put him on a continent with such a high reputation. The saint sent to the altar.

He gradually figured out the other party's mind, and his own performance all the time was in the direction of a scholar who was obsessed with research.

He didn't show his full strength, he didn't show his desire for power, and he didn't even look at Xu Anna who threw himself into his arms. After leaving the revolutionary army, he didn't even have the slightest intention of returning. Studying his magic circle without sleep and food, completely fits the image of a scholar who has no ambitions and just wants to live.

Except for the challenge he once challenged Sheng Qi...everything should be very suitable for the other party.

He looked at the other person with eyes still closed, as if he didn't hear him.

The wind and snow were very heavy, gradually blurring his vision.

He let out a breath, almost unable to feel the chill of the wind and snow.

...Because of his body, the temperature is almost the same as that of the outside world.Even, colder than the wind and snow.

Eyes full of white were raging in front of him, he saw Sheng Qi slowly opened his eyes, his eyes were as sharp and decisive as a blade.

"But the prophet died." Sheng Qi said.

The semantics are unclear.

Su Mingan didn't understand.

"Xuanna is important?" He asked.

He got no response.

The wind and snow were mixed in front of his eyes, like a long-distance traveler looking across the bank. He watched the white shadow gradually dissipate into the snow.

"Xuanna is a bargaining chip, one end of the balance. If her weight disappears, then there is a piece missing." Sheng Qi's voice floated not far away: "Qinwang, do you understand what I mean?"

"I'm the heaviest chip on the scale."

Su Mingan had a conversation with his Riddler.

"Yes." Sheng Qi responded.

Su Mingan laughed—he seemed to understand what Sheng Qi said just now.

It was as if a thunderbolt suddenly woke him up. If the fog was cleared, the answers to everything could be clearly seen.

The wind and snow rolled in the blackness, and the sharp wind roared past.

Su Mingan looked at the dim sky in the distance, and the cold snowdrops settled on his eyelashes, he blinked his eyes, seeing a glimmer of melting snow in front of his eyes.

"You understand now. Then let me ask you one last time." Sheng Qi's voice that suddenly rang beside him was softer than ever before, and every word and sentence was full of deceptive meaning: "... If you say, Everything is destined to be irreversible. Now, are you still willing to go back?"

"roll."

Su Mingan replied very simply.

……

Su Mingan closed his eyes, then opened them again.

Death returns and Sheng Qi really kills him.

In front of him was a horrible medicinal paste, exuding a strange smell. The little girl stretched out her hand and smiled.

Outside the window, cooking smoke curled up, and there were bursts of children's noises, pushing carts to press snow, and firewood shaking.

The sky slanted down like a light veil, and when the dark night that was oppressive like ink receded, what was greeted was a white and moist scene.

All things are revived and thriving.

Su Mingan clenched his hands subconsciously, but soon let them go, his eyes were a little loose, as if he was still immersed in the snowstorm that almost engulfed the sky and the earth at night.

"—Big sister, you're awake."

The girl's voice sounded, clear and bright like glass.

Su Mingan's body trembled slightly, he took the medicine paste silently, drank it, and found that the terrifying poison debuff hadn't been triggered.

B-level luck is not so hip.

After a bowl of indescribably hot mush entered his stomach, his state was also quickly adjusted.

All the following processes were carried out according to the previous week. When Momo and Qingqing went out and closed the door, he did not cut blood to study the magic circle, but thought about the next action.

——He already understood that the identity he was assigned to was definitely at the difficulty level of hell.

Without any omen, without any hint, they will die suddenly and inexplicably. If you can't grasp every clue, it is impossible to pass the level perfectly.

He even suspected that players in other parallel worlds, even top players, would not have as much difficulty as him.

He has reached a point where there is almost no way out.

And the chance of survival is even more outrageous. No matter how much effort you have made and how much progress you have accumulated little by little, as long as it does not reach 0%, it may fall to the bottom at any time, and it will be [-]% every minute for him to see.

【I am the heaviest chip on the balance】.

Su Mingan sat on the bed, looking at the dagger in his hand, at the reflection of light on the surface of the dagger, his eyes.

The blood in his eyes was obvious, and his head hurt like a needle prick, repeatedly preventing him from thinking in detail.

[Xu Anna is also a bargaining chip].

[She disappeared, and there was one piece missing from the balance. 】

—he has gradually understood.

Perhaps Sheng Qi was not so short-sighted, but wanted to kill him for the temporary rule of the mainland.

Sheng Qi seems to be using the lives of these people as [chips], on the tenth day, what kind of deal does he want to make.

Xu Anna's life is a [chip], because when she dies, the originally planned quality of life will be lost.

And Qinwang... may be the biggest [chip], more than many people combined, so Sheng Qicai is so persistent that he must go back.

In this way, it all made sense. For the deal on the tenth day, Shengqi wanted to kill many people, and one of them, the most useful one, was him.

But in this way, there is something unreasonable.

When Anna Xu died, she lost her value.But admiration is... death is still valuable.

Otherwise, Sheng Qi would not have directly killed him in the end.

Although there are still some places that I don't understand, Su Mingan has already begun to plan this week's actions.

Sheng Qi should not have discovered this place originally, it was Xu Anna who caused him to come here.

Therefore, what he has to do this week is to control the variables, stop Xu Anna, and then slowly deduce the truth based on what happened next.

After all, he was just an ordinary student. Faced with this situation, he couldn't think of any very foresighted actions. Compared with other people who could pass the level with one life, he was really inferior.Fortunately, he has the opportunity to try and make mistakes over and over again.

He stood up without studying the magic circle.

If the time bomb of Shengqi is not resolved, this magic circle is meaningless.

He sent a message to Ying, asking him to contact the Revolutionary Army as soon as possible, and then opened the door.

There are rows of rural one-story houses in front of them, and a circle of dry firewood and straw is piled up outside the houses. Because the place is too cold, I can’t even see any animals. I can only see two long rows of ruts on the snow, and people pull The footsteps left by the car.

The adults seemed to have all gone out, and there were only some children left in the town, but I didn't even see the older children, only the children who couldn't even walk were left playing together.

Perhaps as long as children with a little labor ability, they will shoulder the work of sharing the pressure for the family.

Su Mingan looked at the children who were playing outside the vegetable bar in the diagonal corner, and then saw Qing Qing who was standing aside like a little snowman.

She seemed to be isolated, just standing aside with an unwashed medicine bowl, watching the children playing around.

Su Mingan asked her casually: "What's the matter, are you envious?"

"..." Qing Qing was silent for a moment.

"I don't envy." She said, pinching the bowl with her fingers, her knuckles were blue and white: "Anyway, they are going to die today."

(End of this chapter)