Higher Human Advancement Regulations

In the fine light in the prison, there was a lot of dust visible to the naked eye.

Shao Ziyu stood in front of the second door.

At this time, the collapse has not yet happened, and the handle on the right side of the gate exudes a faint blue light, which induces Shao Ziyu to step forward and pull it down.

Mu Li slept deeply, but Shao Ziyu's heart was not at peace.

Turning the pointer, reversing the time, the rules clearly reminded them of this group, and they are consuming the time of the next group.

Moreover, the two handles in front of him were still a multiple-choice question before him.

The title is like a balance, with my own life on the left and Mu Li's life on the right.

Can……

Murray has already experienced death once.

He is not willing to let others die for him, nor is he willing to hand over his life so hastily.

The sky is like a huge mouth of an abyss, staring at them struggling above them motionlessly, waiting for a full meal all the time.

He had had enough and hated it.

Shao Ziyu's eyes were full of emotions that no one could understand. He took one last look at Mu Li, patted the top of his head lightly, and then stood up.

However, before he could take a few steps, a hand hooked his knuckles.

It was very light, like a feather fluttering, but it made him turn his head in an instant.

Mu Li woke up, saw Shao Ziyu looking over, and shook his head slightly at him:

"Brother Shao."

Shao Ziyu looked at him coldly, but finally softened in Mu Li's pleading eyes.

"In the end what you want?"

Shao Ziyu said, "I want to exchange my life for you now, but you don't want to.

Let me tell you, when you die, you don’t just sleep. Your body will rot in this pile of rocks, turn into mud, and turn into ashes. Your soul will disappear forever, and no one will remember you anymore.

Don't you want to go to the Garden of Eden? "

His eyes were red, and his cold voice became hoarse, "If you die, you won't be able to go."

Mu Li held Shao Ziyu's hand, and the two got extremely close. When they opened their mouths, tears flowed down first unconsciously.

He pretended not to hear the choking in Shao Ziyu's voice, tried his best to smile, and said:

"I'm not going, Brother Shao.

I'm not going. "

"You must go."

Shao Ziyu said viciously, "Eden has the freedom you want."

Mu Li wiped away his tears in embarrassment, but couldn't stop it.

His eyes were blurred, and the outline of Shao Ziyu became a shapeless nothingness. He stepped forward and stroked it very preciously, but his hands were wet and salty.

Immediately afterwards, Shao Ziyu's kiss fell.

Delicate, gentle, full of heat in the nostrils.

Kiss represents the heartfelt, inseparable attachment, and strong love between lovers.

However, at this moment, in this dim and small space where dust and death threats coexist, there is despair.

In the first round of the Chamber of Secrets, Mu Li once told Shao Ziyu that he had something to tell him.

But he doesn't want to say it now, because maybe as long as he doesn't say it, the day when we reunite and tell Shao Ziyu in person will not be too far away.

The ice sculptures and candles are still there, and the mutual generation and restraint of attributes also exist, so the only one who can make a decision is still Mu Li.

In the darkness, Mu Li held the pointer in his hand and pushed Shao Ziyu away from him again.

The familiar roar, accompanied by the sound of time and space, resounded throughout the room.

Mu Li was sitting alone among the rocks, and it happened that a ray of skylight shrouded him in solitude from top to bottom.

Shao Ziyu's struggling figure was enveloped by light and shadow, getting further and further away until he was submerged.

Mu Li suddenly regretted it.

He moved his lips and muttered something, but Shao Ziyu couldn't hear him anymore...

"Boom—" The sky trembled, the glass wall collided with the flower pot, and there was a series of tinkling sounds. Wen Renxiao, who was in a slight coma, was awakened by this movement, and stood up from the ground quickly.

Not long ago, the ever-increasing heat seemed to have reached a critical point, stopping at a certain scale and no longer climbing.

After the sun was no longer hot, the sweat on the body evaporated without knowing when, leaving only a thin layer of coolness on the skin.

If the speed of time passed before, they may have fallen into a deep coma by now.

The physical damage caused by heatstroke will definitely not disappear so quickly.

Wen Renxiao looked outside the glass wall, seeing a vast expanse of whiteness.

What's going on outside?

Shu He, who also woke up, was also a little confused. She kicked off her high heels, sat up straight with the back of the sofa, and said:

"What fell?"

Wen Renxiao silently looked at the hourglass on the table.

The sand on the top and bottom of the hourglass has been replaced for a round, and Wen Renxiao just turned it around again not long ago.

He didn't say a word, while watching the speed of the sand falling, he counted the time in his mind.

After a while, he breathed a sigh of relief.

Time is back to normal.

This means that they will no longer approach death so quickly.

When thinking of the word death, the first thought that popped up in Wen Renxiao's mind was not fear, but the young man named Shenghua.

In fact, his memory didn't completely disappear, it's just that this group of abstract concepts turned into a cloud of fog in his mind, and every time he tried to pass through the fog, the objects that were isolated behind would be farther and farther away from him. distant.

But no matter how much the fog prevents him from retrieving his memory, it thins out as he approaches bloom.

He had to crack the secret room as soon as possible, and then go to Shengkai to find out something.

Thinking this way, Wen Renxiao ignored Shu He and walked among the twelve vases.

Twelve is a special number that corresponds to the twelve months, but in the greenhouse, Wen Renxiao can only think of the flowering period for things that can correspond to the months.

"Wenrenxiao."

Shu He suddenly interrupted Wen Renxiao's meditation, and threw a handful of dried flowers over, "The dried flowers removed from the ceiling are all different."

What Shu He threw over was a bouquet of peach blossoms wrapped in flower paper. Due to the dried flowers, the color of the petals looked a bit dull, but they still exuded a faint fragrance.

Could it be that these dried flowers are inserted into the vase corresponding to the month, so that the standing cabinet next to it will be opened?

Although he has an idea, Wen Renxiao is not quite sure.

However, Shuhe seemed to be thinking about it with him, and before he could make any moves, he had already placed the dried flowers on the ground.

There are many types of dried flowers, more than twelve, and they are not one-to-one correspondence.

There are more than 30 different kinds of flowers in total.

Shuhe is very familiar with the flowering period, and after a while, he placed them properly by month.

She turned her head and glanced at Wen Renxiao, and asked:

"Put it in a vase?"

Wen Renxiao paused and said:

"I don't think it's that simple."

"But there is no other way at the moment."

Putting one hand on his waist, Shu He said coolly, "Why don't you try it first."

try...

also.

Wen Renxiao didn't know where his uncertainty came from, but Shu He was right, if they didn't seize the time to start with clues that could advance, sooner or later the sun outside would push them into desperation again.

When every bouquet of flowers was put into the vase, a sound could be heard. At first, Wen Renxiao didn't pay attention, until when Shu He inserted the last bouquet into the vase, he clearly heard the sound of the clock hands turning.

"Click."

Before the feeling of doubt in Wen Renxiao's heart could be realized, the sound of the pointer turning suddenly came.

Immediately afterwards, the twelve drawers of the cabinet suddenly popped open at the same time, and countless vines stretched out from it.

The vines are thorny and fast, like the thorns cut off by the prince's sword in a fairy tale.

These monsters bred from the darkness, went straight to the two of them as if they were conscious.

Wen Renxiao turned sideways, dodging a vine heading towards the door, but the thorny edge ran across his cheek, drawing a line of blood.

The remaining vines pierced towards the abdomen, heart, and neck and other deadly parts. Because of Wen Renxiao's agility, he would inevitably be injured in the chaos.

Even if he is like this, Shu He is even more difficult to resist.

The vines seemed to be very alive, seeing that Ren Xiao was difficult to deal with, they all went towards Shu He.

Her limbs and body were entangled by many vines, only her head was barely exposed, her fragile neck was covered with bloodstains, and her whole body was submerged in vines.

Wen Renxiao's first reaction was that they had inserted the wrong flowers, so he kicked down the vases closest to him, and the vines also climbed up his calves at this time, and gradually tended to rise.

With a cold face, he saw a faint blue light flash, and the vine that climbed up to Wen Renxiao's waist fell softly to the ground with the knife in his hand.

After being free, he threw down all the vases immediately, and then turned around to save Shuhe.

However, in such a short time, Shu He's entire face had turned pale due to lack of oxygen, and his body seemed to be intertwined with the vines, making it impossible to tell the difference.

Wen Renxiao frowned and said:

"what have you done?"

Shuhe took a breath and said:

"...

Leave me alone, go find the flowers that bloom from June to October and put them back in the vase, only these five months are right!

Everything else is wrong!

quick! "

There seemed to be something wrong with Shu He's state, Wen Renxiao keenly caught this point.

But to him, Shu He was not an important person, besides, those vines bound her tightly, if he cut off the vines rashly, it might hurt Shu He.

Seeing that Ren Xiao was a little hesitant, Shu He quickly added:

"I just thought of it!

Epiphyllum!

The flowering period of epiphyllum is from June to October!

Wen Renxiao, don't stand still! "

He turned around, and under Shu He's guidance, he put the five-month-old flowers back into the vase, and the twelve drawers of the cabinet were instantly closed.

But the vines are still there.

Wen Renxiao raised his eyes, those agile vines were still alive even though they had no roots.

He stepped forward, trying to save Shu He, but saw that the latter's body twitched a few times, and slid out from the vines.

Wen Renxiao's eyes narrowed.

On Shuhe's left chest, there was a blood hole piercing through.

Seeing Wen Renxiao's eyes, she actually smiled and said:

"I have been in and out of countless secret rooms, but I didn't expect to fall here...

What is that look in your eyes? "

The dried flowers were inserted in the right place, the cabinet shook a few times, and a small combination lock was flipped over.

If you open this password lock like the secret room in the previous group, you can get the key to get out.

Wen Renxiao lowered his eyes, straightened Shu He's body, and leaned against the glass wall.

Perhaps it was her strong sense of survival that supported her, even though her heart was pierced, she did not die immediately.

"If the password is five digits...

It is the number of dried flowers in order of month..."

Shu He closed his eyes and took a deep breath.

The sun did not know when to rise, and it fell on Shu He's side face, shining her gaze extremely gently.

"I'm finally going to meet my parents, even though I hate them."

Shu He raised his head, like countless people who died in Paradise Lost, and finally looked at the sky outside the secret room.

Wen Renxiao:

"Don't talk, I'll take you out."

Shu He shook his head, his greedy and sad eyes fell on Wen Renxiao.

"I really like you, I didn't lie to you."

Shuho said, "Don't forget me."

※※※※※※※※※※※※※※※※※※※※※※Mulli's death was determined when the outline was written, including all the alternatives, all to promote the development of the plot.

If Shengkai and the others were just trying to figure out what Tianmu wanted to do at the beginning, after this review, they would directly declare war on Tianmu.

Death is a sad thing, but it must not be hasty, and it must not become a cold number.

It may be difficult for everyone to accept this, but there is no way. At first I wanted to express some opinions through Mu Li's mouth, but I found that it is not a good thing to express my opinions in a Tanmei novel, so I gave up after thinking about it.

Having said so much, some nonsense, all in all, I hope everyone will not feel sad for the little angel!

Each of them made what they thought was the right choice.