You let go of the biggest boss

The surrounding atmosphere was as heavy as a funeral, Sheng Yu remained motionless in a trance, until Sheng Dongli patted his hand, this stagnant atmosphere that made him suffocate was barely broken.

"I can't do it." He moved his hand away and shook his head slowly.

Weng Bushun made a 'wheezing' sound in his throat, eager to grab his hand again, but Sheng Yu had already backed away.The cold wind drills on the high platform, like locusts sweeping through no man's land, the old house is also swayed by the draft, and the coldness penetrates into everyone's heart.

The gods were trembling and knelt together beside them.

The leader of the edge sent them to pick up the angry king, but the king didn't receive it, and they saw the king's life passing by, but they did nothing.It is conceivable that they do not have to go back.

Thinking of this, they couldn't help but tremble even more.

"There is nothing to be afraid of. Now you can either kneel to the edge of the drill hole to shield the fat man from the wind, or go back wherever you came from, and don't get in the way here." The fat man had just finished comforting Zuo Zicheng when he saw the god They kneeled like dominoes, and suddenly said angrily: "Everyone is not dead yet, so I am in a hurry to cry here."

After the words fell, the gods looked at each other in dismay. One god moved tremblingly, leaned over and put his head on the ground, bowing for a long time: "I need to bring back the corpse of the King of Wrath."

"I need to bring back the corpse of the Wrath King!" All the gods bowed down with him and said in unison.

"..." Fatty's eyes darkened, and he was rarely speechless.He shook his head helplessly, shook his hands and stopped caring about them.

At this moment, Zuo Zicheng also strolled over, and had been face to face with Xu Cha for a long time. He was really afraid that his head would get hot and he would do something that would make the dungeon situation worse, so he thought about it and came here to watch Look at Weng's unsatisfactory situation.

With just one glance, he knew that Weng Bushun was dying.

As the time passed by every minute and every second, Sheng Dongli used practical actions to deduce what it means to be helpless.

He was not a doctor in the first place, and after losing his skills, he was sweating profusely even doing the most basic hemostasis.But there was a circle of people around, all staring at him with eyes expecting a miracle.

Finally, the fat man whispered: "Or, forget it."

"What do you say?" Sheng Dongli looked at him coldly.

The fat man felt guilty when he said this, but he glanced at Weng Bushun's eyes and brows with pain in his eyes, he settled down and said, "Since we can't save him, going on like this will only prolong his suffering. Why don't we let a The quick one will come and end his suffering directly."

"..."

Sheng Yu raised his head all of a sudden, his pupils constricted.The fat man backed away a few steps frightened by his eyes, and he didn't dare to speak again until he found that Sheng Yu's eyes didn't have any sense of condemnation, "I know what I just said sounds a little unreasonable, but—you should respect it anyway. Weng Bushun's wish. He wanted to die cleanly, but you insisted on lingering on his last breath. In the end, he was gone, but the throne was still there. When the new angry king came out, wouldn't his sacrifice be in vain?"

At the end of the sentence, his voice became smaller and smaller, and the gods stopped trembling. They admired the fat man's courage from the bottom of their hearts.At least for any one of them, it would be impossible for them to say such words completely under the indifferent gaze of the lazy Wang Shengdongli:

"Kill him before it's too late."

Sheng Dongli's eyes on Fatty were no longer indifferent, but close to looking at a stinking creature.Contempt, disgust, boredom... He turned his face away, and his voice was cold and tight: "I can't kill, I can save."

"You can't even use your skills, how can you save him?" the fat man taunted.Sheng Dongli said stubbornly, "There must be other ways."

The two of them were rushing to talk, and their tone of voice gradually became more serious, as if they were about to quarrel.Zuo Zicheng was afraid that these two people would make trouble regardless of the occasion, so he quickly smoothed things over and said, "It's okay for my brother to think so, let's treat the patient first. If the patient in the hospital can't be saved, which doctor will help him end the pain?" , saying, 'Let's pull out his oxygen tube', how can a hospital do such a thing?"

"Besides, don't forget that killing the King of Wrath will only allow the second district to activate a layer of harm elimination mechanism prematurely." After finishing speaking, he slowed down his tone and added with some confidence, "Maybe there will be a miracle."

The fat man was puzzled: "You said it was a miracle, how can there be so many miracles in this world?"

The cold wind blew again, and the surrounding gods couldn't help lowering their heads lower, and their entire upper body was almost pressed against the ground.The only few players didn't know what to do, and finally followed Bian Yixing to find a small corner tremblingly. They didn't dare to listen to the conversation between the ghost kings, for fear that they would be silenced.

No matter how frightened they are, how dare they not listen, but the broken house is only this big, Zuo Zicheng's voice seems to be compressed into a silky shape, following the cold wind persistently, drilling into their heads:

"What about the harm removal mechanism? If it weren't for this matter, what's the point of me saving Xu Cha's life? If you don't scratch yourself with the knife, you won't feel pain, and you don't understand why I do this. I think May I ask you all, Qi Weiyu is dead, and the person who killed her is standing here, why no one has the idea of ​​revenge for her except me? Is it because you are not close enough to her, or is it because you are not close enough to her? Has been assimilated by this goddamn 21-story building, and has no empathy, or even a little bit of empathy as a human being?!"

The more he spoke, the angrier he became, as if his emotions had never calmed down.Once the outer layer of tinfoil used to camouflage is uncovered, the turbulent and clamoring dissatisfaction inside springs up like mushrooms after rain:

"If you kill Anger, the second area's detoxification mechanism will be activated in the next second. Anyway, one layer is activated. If I kill Xu Cha, the second area will only be superimposed with another layer of detoxification mechanism. Surely everyone has no objection?"

There was a loud 'click', the wind suddenly became stronger, the wind rolled up the dust, and the gravel on the edge of the high platform fell and hit the edge of the spike.Soon the gravel and soil disintegrated and scattered into balls of sand.

Zuo Zicheng's voice was so loud that even the wind covered it, piercing the eardrums, and those who were close to him, such as Sheng Yu, were already buzzing in their ears.After finally waiting for the tinnitus to pass, the fat man finally came to his senses, and said these words to Zuo Zicheng for the second time:

"You calm down."

"I'm calm? How can you tell me to be calm!" Zuo Zicheng raised his eyebrows, and his eyes gathered a monstrous hostility.He turned his head sharply to look at Xu Cha - even when he heard others discussing whether to kill him, Xu Cha's expression remained unchanged, and he moved a few steps in a calm and unhurried manner.

I don't know whether it was intentional or unintentional, but these simple steps made him move behind the fat man.People who didn't know at first glance thought that the fat man was protecting him.

Zuo Zicheng's string of reason broke instantly:

"You, you actually protected him—"

"I didn't..." Fatty was dumbfounded.

Zuo Zicheng didn't listen to his excuses, "You keep telling me to calm down, so let me ask you, if Xu Cha was the one who killed Liao Yimei back then, would you be calmer than me today?!"

The voice fell, and there was a dead silence.

The player asked Bian Yixing "Who is Liao Yimei" with his eyes, and Bian Yixing threw the question to the gods kneeling like dominoes with his eyes, and the gods couldn't help but bury their heads lower.

Sheng Yu said, "Stop making noise—"

"You're crazy." Fatty said hoarsely.The two spoke at the same time, and their voices seemed to be superimposed.

He shook his head in disbelief, looked at Zuo Zicheng with complicated eyes, clenched his fists tightly and loosened them, "Xiaomei died to save us, but you used her as a sharp weapon in the verbal dispute. Zuo Zicheng, listen to yourself, is what you're talking about human?"

"..."

It's really not for people to talk about. No matter who comes to listen, what they say is too murderous.Zuo Zicheng knew that he had said the wrong thing unscrupulously, and wished he could slap himself twice on the spot.

A trace of guilt and remorse flashed deep in his heart, but out of the corner of his eye, it was like a ship that had lost its steering, and he could always inadvertently catch a glimpse of Weng Bushun, his death-seeking eyes like a dead tree.

Zuo Zicheng's heart was cold, and he cruelly turned his eyes away.

He slowly walked to Sheng Dongli's side:

"I still think it shouldn't be killed."

The moment he moved, Xu Cha spontaneously hid behind the fat man, and his flat voice seemed to say 'today's weather is so nice': "It's just that the King of Wrath entrapped you in the instance of Gudianqiao, now you want to call It’s just that he’s been in pain for a long time, why use me as a shield for personal grievances, those who don’t know really think you’re a good person.”

"Can you shut up." The fat man looked at him annoyed.

Xu Cha was still talking, but Zuo Zicheng had already picked up a cigarette with murderous intent on his face, Sheng Yu raised his volume: "I said stop making noise!"

Everyone finally calmed down, their mouths were indeed quiet, but their hearts were not so peaceful.

After arguing for a long time, there was no definite conclusion, and finally everyone reached a tacit agreement, that is to let Sheng Dongli try again.During the period, the fat man wanted to talk to Weng Bushun, but he hadn't even taken two steps before he was stopped by Sheng Dongli's cold voice. After the fat man stopped, Sheng Dongli looked defensively at Xu Cha who was also approaching .

"Go away too." He said every word.

Xu Cha shrugged and backed away, even the fat man had to take a few steps back.His eyes met Weng Bushun's, seeing the latter's pained pale face and dilated pupils, the fat man gritted his teeth and couldn't bear to watch.

In his heart, he was angry and helpless, anxious and worried, all kinds of complicated emotions were intertwined, and finally he could only merge into a heartfelt voice of hatred: "Why don't you understand his intentions."

-

In the middle of the night, the moonlight is hazy.The coldness seemed to disturb the moon, causing the pouring moonlight to shimmer faintly with green light, and the faces of all the people present were all ashen, as if they were death-defying ghosts.

Xu Cha finally couldn't help it, and looked at the many people in the room boredly, his mind was tilted, and he fell asleep with his pillow on the gods.

After he fell asleep, the players' heads were pecked like chickens, and they fell asleep on the high platform.

"Everyone, do you have any water to drink?" Bian Yixing's mouth was dry, and he looked around with tears in his eyes: Weng Bushun had only one Zuozicheng left beside him, and Sheng Dongli went back to get gauze under the vine earlier.Facing them, Fatty and Xu Cha were sitting closer, and both of them were dozing off.The gods were still kneeling trembling, kneeling full of fear.

Zuo Zicheng said, "Some have drank half a bottle."

He got up and turned his stiff waist, then walked to Bian Yixing with a half bottle of mineral water.

Bian Yixing took the water and looked up.

In the corner, Sheng Yu suddenly opened his eyes.

The cold wind seems to be able to drill into the brain along the eye sockets. He is now awake and confused, and recalls the feeling of stepping on the clouds again in a trance.Obviously this time there is no deep abyss ahead, but Sheng Yu's every step is still like pacing on the tip of a knife.

Da, da, da, the footsteps are very soft.

The toes touch the ground, the heels touch the ground, the ground above the high platform is cold and hard, and every step you step down can stir up sporadic dust.

He found that he seemed to be unable to control his body, and even though his brain had not issued any instructions, his body still involuntarily approached Weng Bushun step by step.Looking down and narrowing his eyes, Weng Bushun was also looking at him, his eyes seemed to be shattered and intertwined with thousands of years of wind and frost.

"You're here." He twitched his lips.

Help me - Weng Bushun's eyes were expressing the only request.

At Sheng Yu's home a week ago, Weng Bushun held up his milk cup and yelled for a refill, with the same two words: help me.

Bian Yixing, who was in 'ton ton ton', finished filling the remaining half bottle of mineral water, raised his finger behind Zuo Zicheng, and reminded hesitantly, "They seem a little strange."

"Who?" Zuo Zicheng turned around, "Sheng Yu, it's fine."

"Really...are you okay..." Bian Yixing hesitated.

Zuo Zicheng didn't continue to look over there, and sighed like a nagging: "Don't worry, anyone here may have trouble with Weng, only Sheng Yu can't. He spent a lot of effort ten thousand years ago to kill Weng. Weng Bushun is imprisoned, so that this person will not foolishly follow us to sacrifice the sacred vessel, and this will save his life."

"But, but..." Bian Yixing stammered, before he could finish speaking, he froze. The word 'look back' had already been mouth-shaped, but he couldn't make a sound, as if he had been frightened to the extreme.If Zuo Zicheng sensed something, he turned his head abruptly.

Behind the two of them, Sheng Yu raised his saber high.

That is... Fatty's food is the sky? !

How did the fat man get his weapon into his hands?Sheng Yu himself was confused, he didn't know what was going on, he just felt that the hot blood in his whole body was flowing against the meridians, and it all rushed to his hands.

With a knife in his hand, he chopped the anger card into pieces with one blow!

Weng Bushun's body was like a dying animal, his upper body jumped up a few inches, and then fell back in pain. 'Huchihuchi', accompanied by the lingering sound of exhaling, there seemed to be a voice sighing softly beside the two of them.

It is saying: The King of Wrath can never repeat history.

After two or three minutes passed, no one spoke on the high platform, and everyone seemed to be frightened.Weng Bushun's panting gradually calmed down, and he had reached the point where his fuel was exhausted, and the smile on his lips looked extraordinarily sad:

"You have one thing left to do."

He slowly raised his finger and pointed to himself.

Sheng Yu raised the knife high and swung it down——

-

"Do not!!!!"

In the corner, Sheng Yu suddenly opened his eyes.

The 'no' stuck in his throat, he wanted to scream and cry, but his throat seemed to be choked, and he couldn't speak no matter what.He couldn't even do the simplest way of venting his emotions, and in the end he could only gasp for air. From the perspective of others, he might think that he was eager to expel all the air in his lungs.

There was no sound on the high platform, only Weng Bushun was panting in pain a few meters away, and Zuo Zicheng was taking care of him.

Everything seemed normal, and Sheng Yu's heartbeat was finally no longer as terrifying as the beating of a drum, but the muscle spasm had not healed for a long time, and now he only felt dehydrated and tired all over his body.

"What's the matter?" Fu Liye himself was nearby, and after noticing his abnormality, he approached and asked in a low voice.

"It's nothing." Sheng Yu habitually wanted to digest his panic, paused and couldn't help but said, "I'm having a nightmare."

Fu Liye was silent for a few seconds, as if he couldn't understand, "What kind of nightmare?"

He lightly patted Sheng Yu's back as a soothing gesture, that palm seemed to have a special magical power, the warm heat came through the fabric, and Sheng Yu's heart really gradually calmed down.

"I dreamed..."

"Everyone, do you have any water to drink?" Bian Yixing's sleepy voice came and echoed on the empty high platform.

Sheng Yuben's words got stuck in his throat again.

Zuo Zicheng said, "Some have drank half a bottle."

He got up and turned his stiff waist, then walked to Bian Yixing with a half bottle of mineral water.

Bian Yixing took the water and looked up.

"What did you dream about?" Fu Liye's unique deep voice rang in his ears.Sheng Yu's whole body looked as if he had just been salvaged from the water. How could he say that the nightmare he had was the scene before him and what was about to happen?

It's so weird, it's really weird, what's going on with all this? !