Chapter 2418

The world is hazy, and consciousness is floating and scattered.

A siren's voice rose from the depths of the mist, tempting Lin Sanjiu to close his eyes and give up resistance. Just let go, let it be over, the pain will never touch her again.

It turns out that on the verge of death, if you want to gather spiritual consciousness, it is as difficult as gathering fog with bare hands.

She has never destroyed an ability—in the doomsday world, there are probably not many people who have this experience.

But... since the "seed" is alive, it must be able to kill, right?

To... kill the seed, kill the seed...

Lin Sanjiu repeated the same thought again and again, because as long as the thoughts slip away, they may never come back.

She forced the remaining consciousness, which was as thin as mist, to go down desperately from the brain that was about to be burst by the rapidly expanding blank, walked through the rattling throat, and penetrated into the body that had long been invisible, looking for her hands.

As if out of fear, the "seed" that didn't even dare to touch Fu Xiluo was curled up and dormant in her right hand; touched by Lin Sanjiu's consciousness, it trembled and shrank even tighter .

……what to do? How to kill it?

That wisp of fog-like consciousness is powerless at this moment, unable to do anything.

And in just two or three seconds, it will disappear along with Lin Sanjiu's life; no matter what method she tries, she has no time left.

But...she can stall for time, can't she?

Her throat could no longer make a sound; Lin Sanjiu didn't know whether it was the qi in her body or the blood that hit her vocal cords again and again. Even though she couldn't make a sound, she still desperately searched for her lips with her consciousness, hoping that they could vibrate, even if the gap was slightly opened—as long as Fu Xiluo knew that she had something to tell him.

"...Small wine?"

The distant voice gradually approached, but it came from above the sky. The imprisoning force in her throat loosened imperceptibly; the thin and unreal air, like an illusion, slowly flowed into her body from the extremely narrow, extremely narrow line.

It seems that this life can be delayed for a few more seconds.

"You wanted to tell me something, didn't you?"

Fu Xiluo's shadow gradually became clearer in front of his eyes; Lin Sanjiu blinked his eyes in the blood mist, and finally made out his outline again.

At some point, Fu Xiluo had already put her down from mid-air, and she vaguely realized that she was lying on the grass, looking up at Fu Xiluo's face, the cool stars and the night sky behind him.

his eyes...

If his body could still move, he would probably be shaking uncontrollably.

Those eyes were like the surface of a pitch-black lake hanging upside down in the night sky, and every night star was just a tiny sparkle in his eyes.

She suddenly understood what Nuwa said, "The more persistent you are, the more crazy you are, the farther you will go"—this huge black lake, which is so beautiful that it is almost terrifying, and that is so crazy that it is almost calm, will pour out from the sky at some point. Down, the waves roared, rushing away and smashing the world.

What would happen to the world if he failed in all attempts?

"Although you will be dead by then, I still hope that when the world above the world finally opens, your eyes are facing the sky."

With the other hand, Fu Xiluo lightly touched Lin Sanjiu's eyelashes, as if the wings of a butterfly trembled, and then disappeared.

"Even if you just want to delay time, that's fine, and I'm very happy." His eyes were condescending, but his tone was like pious pleading. "What do you want to tell me?"

"I……"

With Fu Xiluo's slight permission, Lin Sanjiu finally uttered a word—if such a broken and shapeless breath can form words.

"……understandable."

Fu Xiluo was startled.

As if he couldn't help himself, he looked at the hand that was holding Lin Sanjiu's neck; she felt that a little more air flowed in.

... managed to kill the "seed". All her strength must be put on this matter.

Lin Sanjiu didn't even think about what to say to Fu Xiluo in order to delay the time as much as possible; but he obviously didn't think about it at all, but instead one sentence after another, tremblingly flowed out of his throat.

"I used your consciousness...to live your...twelve years old once."

Only with consciousness can there be consciousness; no matter how weak and feeble, one must use consciousness to wrap the "seed" layer by layer—and then, with all one's strength, pinch it tightly.

"So... I understand. Your paranoia, delusions... and pathology," Lin Sanjiu looked at Fu Xiluo without blinking, and said in a staccato breath, "It seems to be... printed on me too. made a mark."

The black lake hanging upside down in the night sky seemed to be unable to bear its own huge weight, and a drop of cold water fell down.

After all, the "seed" is not a real living body; under the tightening will of the owner, it is also collapsing inward little by little, and it is not far from being completely broken and destroyed.

Lin Sanjiu couldn't see the human essence, and didn't know what would happen to the "seed" after it was destroyed—the thing he hated so much, now thought that he might soon die with the "seed", but he was actually a little disappointed.

"I hate you...but I don't hate you. I pity you even more..."

... Could Fu Xiluo tremble slightly?

He should be very clear that he has mobilized his consciousness in his body - no flow and change of consciousness can hide from his eyes.

But Fu Xiluo didn't seem to care about that little trembling and tightening consciousness at all.

Maybe it's because he doesn't think it's a threat; maybe it's because he's holding on to every word Lin Sanjiu utters, as if what she said is some kind of spell, something he should have done a long, long time ago. Words heard, but until today have not sounded from the world.

"It's because I understand, because I pity you..."

The moment the "seed" collapsed and shattered, it was as if a black hole was torn open in her body; the other end that was once connected to the "seed" was broken and disappeared, leaving only the wind that emptied into her body.

It's too late to be sentimental; the real gamble starts next.

"So I must kill you."

Fu Xiluo looked at her motionless, the strength in his hand was still the same as before, neither tightened nor relaxed. "How to kill... how to kill me? Xiaojiu, do you have a solution?"

"Yes." Lin Sanjiu smiled in a hoarse voice.

Even if the "seed" is destroyed, it does not necessarily mean the coming of the flood.

Siba'an may not find out immediately; if he finds out, he may not know. This is the "signal" that Lin Sanjiu said before - after all, at that time, she said that she knew how to use the communicator.

When Sibaan realizes that her "seed" has been destroyed, he will probably think that something happened to her—this judgment cannot be wrong—at that time, the possibility of him coming in person is probably far greater. Because of the possibility of launching a great flood and allowing himself to be washed away from Lin Sanjiu.

But she can't do anything about it.

She could only continue to wait; hoping that in the next second, Sparan would understand her intentions and drive the Queen Mother to crash into the sky above the world of Karma Museum.

"A long time ago... I, Li Bao, Yuan Xiangxi, puppeteer, Qing Jiuliu... drove the car and hunted the body steward of Ossius on the road..."

She had a question in a trance, strange, who was there that day?

But that question was fleeting.

Fu Xiluo had been listening quietly, and when she saw her stop, he urged, "And then?"

...Why hasn't the great flood come yet?

She only has one or two sentences left... With Fu Xiluo's mind, as long as the next sentence comes out, he will also realize what Lin Sanjiu has noticed.

His "fate gate".

The night sky, the black lake, the dark stars... The field of vision became blurred again, Lin Sanjiu didn't know if he was crying.

She's done her best. Even if she is powerless in the end, she has no regrets or regrets. However, she really didn't want it to end like this.

The night sky, the black lake, the dark stars... and half of the reddish celestial bodies gradually floated up from the clouds, like eyes about to cry, looking at her from a distance.

Lin Sanjiu wanted to smile.

It turns out that before we parted, we could take one last look at each other.

"We were led to a scarecrow made of a mummy. When we got closer, we found that...the body steward was still alive. He was placed on a special object by the enemy, and it was exposed to the sun and rain... for more than 600 days. "

Fushiro was very quiet.

"Is that so," he said hoarsely, "so that's the case."

Sure enough, he understood it as soon as he heard it.

"It seems that Occidentus is very afraid that his strength will be even a little bit less...that's why he made every body steward receive the injection." He raised his head and let out a long breath. "As the steward of my body, Mr. Li didn't know that I had been vaccinated. It turned out that it was already in my body... This is my life gate."

Lin Sanjiu bit her lip and said "Mmm".

"Then you grab it, Liquor."

She couldn't see the Flood with her naked eyes without help, but she felt it.

The universe was broken, and under the power of Sparan, a cold and gentle light bloomed; it rushed from the end of the world, swept the earth, rushed to the two people on the grass, and swallowed Exodus.

Countdown to energy delivery—02:34

I was asked a question today, what will happen to me at the moment after I write the last word of the end and press send, what will I do.

I can't figure it out at all...

That moment, which seemed to exist only in theory not so long ago, has now become a reality that is only a stone's throw away, waiting to happen.