The whole world is God's help

Ash spent more than a month in a small cell.

Bart says it's because Rachel won't be using him for the time being.

Ash, who has no one to talk to except for the food delivery, meditates and builds spell models alone in the cell. When he is tired from sitting, he gets up, jumps, and moves his body.

Bart thought that Ash was thinking about it, and his attitude was positive, so he was very relieved.

He is often comatose, especially after returning from the laboratory.He was often too weak to speak, and Ash could only hear his short, deep and shallow breaths.But as long as he recovered a little energy, he would lean against the wall and tell Ash about the outside world.

"I heard that the homeland of the elves is in the land of the white moon. There is a huge tree of life there. The first elves were born on the tree."

Ash asked him where the land of the white moon was in Iluf.

He said, "I don't know either. But it's because it's mysterious enough that no one has discovered it. It's like Xanadu."

He was very envious: "You elves are so kind, you have such a peaceful homeland isolated from the world. After you leave here, you must find the entrance to the village of Baiyue."

He knows elves quite well.

Longingly, he described to Ash the scenes he had seen.

"They have the most dexterous hands, and each elf can make his own tree house into a top-level work of art."

"Their dances were so loved by nature that she endowed them with peculiar abilities."

"They are full of arrogance, but they are willing to bow down piously in front of love. They are loyal to their feelings, and they will only have one partner in their life-elven, do you have someone you like?"

Ash said yes.

So Bart smiled: "Elf, you may be able to build yourself an exquisite and beautiful tree house in the land of the white moon, and then dance a beautiful and passionate dance for the person you like. Finally, invite him to live with you Into the tree house, live together, love together. Until the end of the years, you sleep together under the tree."

He kept telling Ash about the world of elves, some of which he had seen with his own eyes, some of which he heard from hearsay, and some of which were purely fabricated by him, trying to arouse Ash's belief in living.

Ash had explained to him many times that he would not give up his life easily.But Bart still stubbornly told him legends and stories one after another, depicting a bright future for Ash.

In the end, Ash reluctantly gave up the explanation, and sighed: "You like elves very much."

That's why I understand that.

Butt didn't deny it: "Unique looks and talents, deeply loved by nature... Who wouldn't like them?"

Ash stopped trying to reassure Bart that he would kill himself if he didn't pay attention, and sometimes had a casual conversation with Bart.

Bart couldn't be happier with Ash's attitude.

"Yeah, just keep it that way," he said buoyantly. "You're sure to get out of here!"

The weak voice is also full of hopeful strength.

The day after he said this, Ash saw him for the first time.

This was also the first time Ash was taken out of the cell, walked through the dark corridor of the Wizard Tower, and came to Rachel's laboratory.

Saw him in the lab.

Not at all the hopeful, uplifted look he had when he spoke the day before.

He was lying in an empty and spacious room, under him was a huge and complicated magic circle drawn with dark red inscriptions.He was completely naked, his limbs spread out weakly, his pale skin was chapped inch by inch, exposing the bright red flesh inside, like smashed white porcelain, and the dark red lines on it were densely covered with spider webs, which was shocking.

A large amount of blood gushed out from his body, and soon fused with the dark red inscription on the floor.

It made the mysterious and treacherous magic circle look a little more cold.

Bart is about to die.

That's why Ash was taken out of the cell as the next substitute experimental material.

The magic circle had stopped functioning, and Rachel was standing beside Bart, busy throwing dozens of detection magics on Bart, and then quickly recorded the magic feedback information in the notes in her hand.

Knowing that Bart's experiment failed and he was about to die soon, he raced against time even more, seized the last short and precious time, and recorded Bart's death process as the basis and reference for the next experiment.

He looked at Bart, not at a dying life, but at each cold data.

He looks serious and focused, and occasionally even looks knowledgeable and wise when he is contemplating.However, at this moment, he is even more frightening than the most vicious criminal in the Throne Prison.

But Ash only glanced at him, then looked away—his eyes fell on Bart, unbelievably, unblinking.

Dark green hair, emerald green eyes.

And pointed, delicate long ears.

He was surprised and hesitant: "Jing, Ling?"

Bart is...a wood elf? !

Bart, who has always called him "Elf" and said "how about you elves", is also an elf himself!

Bart rolled his eyes with difficulty, looking in Ash's direction.

"No... I'm no longer an elf."

When he was on his deathbed, his eyes were extraordinarily bright.Only the voice is like a candle in the wind, weak and inaudible.

"Ah, so you look like this." He twitched the corners of his lips, "Moonlight Elf, you are really...pretty."

Ash pursed his lips. Although it was just a weird "dream", the more than a month of getting along and being with him was real.Bart's gentleness and concern for him are not fake.

Seeing familiar people dying, even knowing that it has either happened or never happened, Ash can't help but feel sad.

He moved closer and squatted down not far from Bart.

"You're a forest elf, and you're also pretty."

As he spoke, he glanced at Rachel.

Rachel didn't stop their conversation.Perhaps as long as it doesn't hinder his testing and recording, he has no intention of managing the friendship between a dying material and a material that probably won't live for long.

Bart repudiates Ash's words: "I'm not, Genie."

His bloodshot face was blank: "I'm not an elf anymore."

It's not about giving up on yourself and breaking the jar.He really thought so, and his tone was extremely firm.

Ash was stunned for a moment, and finally understood why Bart always talked about elves from the perspective of an outsider like "you elves".

Because he doesn't feel that he still belongs to the elves.

Ash noticed a hint of dark red in his emerald green eyes.There are also canine teeth that are exposed when speaking, which are much sharper than ordinary people.

Because of these changes, Bart no longer recognizes himself as an elf.

He denies that he is an elf.

His blood was still gurgling out.Ash didn't wear shoes, and the soles of his feet were soaked in sticky blood, and he seemed to be able to feel a little warmth.

"Elf," Bart murmured to him.

Ash responded.

"I'm... dying." Bart closed his eyes slightly, "I'm sorry."

He spoke softly, as if he had babbled to the wall for many days and nights in the past.

"I'm sorry, forget what I told you before."

"Persevere, don't give up... Forget about these words."

"I said I would stay with you...but I just want you to survive and stay with me alive..."

"I'm afraid you're dead."

"If I'm the only one left, I can't hold on any longer."

"That day, you suddenly lost your vitality. It really... scared me..."

"It's good to have you."

"Let me hold on for such a long time."

His mind gradually blurred, only driven by obsession, and he kept talking.

"But in the end, we still have to face reality."

"Blue Sky Forest, relatives and friends... I have been using them to paralyze myself, trying to hold on to hope. But I really... can't hold on."

"I'm not an elf anymore."

"There is no hope."

"Even if I am free, I will not be able to appear openly...in the blue sky, and I will not be able to see my family and friends again."

"As vampires, we cannot survive successfully."

"Elves who become vampires, even their souls...cannot return to the forest."

"Elf, give up."

His breath gradually weakened: "I have given up."

He closed his eyes, and there was no extra drop of blood to flow out of his body.

He died disheartened.

Ash stared at him blankly, his eyes were slightly red: "I won't give up." His voice was slightly hoarse, but he was extremely firm, "Bart, I will definitely persevere and get out of here alive. Go to the village of Baiyue and build a tree." house, find someone you like, dance for him, invite him to live in your home, live together, love each other, until the end of the years, sleep under the tree together.”

After his words fell, the empty room, the huge magic circle, the gloomy Rachel, the dead Bart—everything in front of him was distorted and shattered in an instant.

There was a gray nothingness in front of him, only a sharp and angry voice broke through his eardrums: "This is impossible! This is impossible! Why is your heart not shaken! Why is your heart so flawless! Elf! Revisiting your friend's Death, how could your mind not fluctuate!"

"Because he is not the elf you know." A familiar cool voice sounded beside him, "He has never experienced that period of time, and it is not a reliving at all."

Ash turned his head abruptly: "Sigourney!"

Sigourney was still Sigourney herself, with silver-white hair and dark red eyes.

Ash lowered his head subconsciously, and found that he had returned to his own appearance.

But the voice hovering in the void seemed to be unable to tell the difference between him and Sigourney, and roared in disbelief: "Why are there two elves! Why do you have exactly the same aura!"

"This is a good question." Sigourney stretched out her hand towards nothingness, "You can take this question and go back to your abyss to think about it for thousands of years, and the endless years will not be boring."

"No no no, stop! Please stop!" As if sensing the danger, the originally frantic voice suddenly became flattering, "Please let me go, I can satisfy all your wishes. Money? Power? Beauty? What do you want—uh!"

The flattering voice stopped abruptly.

"Devils are good at seducing people's hearts with their clever words." Sigourney withdrew her hand unhurriedly, while teaching Ash, "The first rule of dealing with them is not to give them a chance to finish their speech."

While Sigourney was speaking, the surrounding scenery changed again, returning to Ash's familiar spiritual world.

In the quiet dark space, bright streamers are intertwined.

Seeing the scenery in front of her, Signy raised her brows slightly in surprise.

"The devil?" In the environment where he was finally at ease, Ash finally asked the doubts that he still hadn't figured out until now, "What happened? What's going on?"

Sigourney looked around, not leaving in a hurry.

He first asked Ash to tell about his previous experience in the "dream".

Ash didn't miss a single detail. After he finished speaking, he looked at Sigourney's slightly dazed face and asked softly, "Have you met Bart before?"

Sigourney lowered her eyes: "He is my friend."

"What you've been through is what I've been through," he said, "only—"

"The real Bart didn't make me give up when he died."

"He said that what he once said to me was for his own comfort."

"The blue sky forest, freedom, family and friends, the bright future described... Those words are for him to hear."

"Even if he becomes a vampire, as long as he is still alive, he can persevere, all for himself."

"He said it was a pity that he couldn't convince himself in the end. So there was no way to persist."

"He didn't even convince himself, but he hoped to convince me."

"He pinned his hopes on me."

"He failed, and hopefully I will succeed."

"So when he died, he didn't let me give up." Sigourney's eyes fell on Ash's soft eyebrows, recalling that day ten years ago in a trance.

In a room with a strong smell of blood.

The alienated elf stared at him expectantly for the last time, as if looking at another self, another stronger, stronger, ideal self.

"You will definitely succeed. Transform successfully and live successfully."

"Hold on, Elf! Even if you become a vampire, you still have to live!"

At that time, the elf with smoky eyes answered him seriously: "I will definitely stick to it and get out of here alive. Find the land of Baiyue, build a tree house, find someone you like, dance for him, invite him Live in the house, live together, love together, until the end of the day, sleep under the tree together."

When the words fell, the alienated elf stopped breathing.

It was with a smile, with heartfelt wishes and hopes, that he left peacefully.