Doomsday Wonderland Chapter 2411: Illusion of Dying

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Fu Xiro is right.

His judgment of "despair" is very accurate; it seems that "despair" is a state that he has dealt with countless times, and he is already familiar with it.

As oxygen and life were lost little by little, Lin Sanjiu could feel that the cold, dark water level in her body was rising little by little, turning her body and mind into ruins inch by inch, and she would never be able to survive again. No fire.

... She has tried every kind of resistance and struggle that can be imagined and possible.

[Flat World] was opened over and over again, but the card could never be formed from the palm of the hand; "Seed" seemed to be afraid, no matter how much she begged, she was unwilling to touch Fusiro. All her evolutionary abilities and consciousness have become distant dreams, the settings of novels that she occasionally read when she was working as an office worker, and have nothing to do with her.

Her hands were weak and clammy, and she scratched Fushiro's arm again and again, unable to exert any strength. It was as light as the hallucinations of the person beside her pillow in the middle of the night. She couldn't even see if she had any red marks, because she couldn't lower her head and her vision was blurry.

The body seems to have broken off from the neck a long time ago and cannot be felt.

She was left with only one strongest feeling: she didn’t know when her neck would be crushed and her head would explode.

But even though the pain was so severe, Lin Sanjiu was still not dead - not only was she not dead, she could also clearly feel how far away she was from death, and how she was getting closer to that limit.

Fu Xiro's precise control is really terrifying... She thought vaguely.

He carefully measured every step she took toward death, tightening her strength and muscles little by little on a scale that was difficult for humans to achieve, so that her life and the rising despair could just be completed at the same time. The whole journey.

As if Lin Sanjiu was the most sophisticated and delicate instrument, Fu Xiluo was enduring the pain biting him in his body, adjusting her last moments with infinite patience and care, almost lovingly.

No, there is no other way.

Lin Sanjiu was forced to look up at the night sky. In the misty darkness, there were a few dull and bright stars.

Perhaps Sibaan's special life and future may be changed at any time; after tonight, he will no longer have her in his life.

It would be great if...if I could see you all again.

If Kurosawa Ji saw her appearance at this time, he would probably have a fierce look on his face, hating that iron cannot be transformed into steel...?

After all, the last way he chose to leave was to jump from the roof into the night, toward the boundless ocean of fallen species on the ground, where the black tide surged.

In the last scene of the dream, he was like a twisting black blade. Wherever he went, broken corpses and dirty blood rose into the sky, as if he was building a Babel between heaven and earth with the flesh and blood of the fallen species. tower.

However, even the vicious blade will gradually become dull and worn out in the endless killing.

"Can't they be killed cleanly?" Kurosawa Ji's voice was deep and cruel, as if he could hardly suppress the contemptuous laugh that followed. "It's impossible, so what does it matter? I just need to be worthy of my knife at this moment. Who cares whether he lives or dies at the next moment, or whether the world is still around?"

Lin Sanjiu's eyelashes trembled and she opened her eyes that were already blurry again.

Is she still alive at this moment? What did she try at this moment?

If not, how can she be worthy of herself and everyone else?

"Teacher Yi..." Lin Sanjiu murmured in his mind, "[No coincidence can make a book]... keen intuition... everything is good, come here..."

However, there seemed to be an abyss of death in her body; her calls fell into silence, as if the world was also telling her in silence that in front of Fusillo, she had no choice but to die obediently.

"Please, Teacher Yi..."

"Small wine?"

Fu Xiluo suddenly called her hoarsely, and the hand that was holding her throat stopped, and finally stopped squeezing inward little by little. "Were you... talking to me just now?"

Did her efforts to call Teacher Yi actually make a little sound come out of her throat that was almost broken at the moment?

Lin Sanjiu reluctantly moved her eyes and vaguely saw Fu Xilao.

He didn't seem to expect that she still had something to say - not only listening to her last voice on earth, but also the only way for him to get a brief relief from the pain of killing her.

Amid surprise and hope, when Fu Xiluo looked at Lin Sanjiu, his expression was almost... pious.

What should she say to delay death?

"Small wine,"

With Qing Jiuliu’s voice, Lin Sanjiu raised his eyes.

...What's going on?

Qingjiureu turned his back to her, his thin and slender back bare; his muscle lines followed his movements, gently stretching and relaxing with the light and shadow. "...In this shapeless, wandering and twisted world, you are the only truth I can see."

Ah... yes, that was Qing Jiuru's dream that she had just experienced. She didn't know why it came to mind at this critical moment.

The dream seemed to be his home world...

"However, I have to say goodbye to you and become a part of the world without truth." Qingjiuru turned around, lowered his head, took a deep breath of the paper roll in his hand, and the fire lit up. "I'm definitely not very happy...but Xiaojiu."

What?

"That's the interesting thing about truth and answers. As long as they exist, it's enough...no matter how far away they are from me, no matter where they are submerged in time." Qingjiuru raised his eyes and smiled lazily. . "Can you find it? The answer?"

What answer?

Lin Sanjiu realized that she seemed to be hallucinating when she was on the verge of death - because she did not remember having such a conversation in Qing Jiuliu's dream.

"Don't lose consciousness,"

The hallucination passed in a flash; she heard Fusiro's hoarse voice saying in the distance: "So...you don't want to tell me anything in the end?"

She originally thought... She originally thought that if her plan was successful, at least two people would still be around after the flood; Ji Shanqing and Yuan Xiangxi.

Although Ji Shanqing cannot resist the great flood, his body is far away in the universe, and he will separate another strand of consciousness to find her; as for Yuan Xiangxi, he is not a human in the first place and will not be affected by the great flood. Influence.

"It's impossible,"

Yuan Xiangxi laughed in his dream, as if it was another conversation that had never happened before. "The life of ghosts is also life, and I don't want to gamble with it, but the situation seems to no longer allow me to take this chance."

He pointed to his left foot and said: "You remember, right? That guy named Ichiyanagi's left foot became alive for me - if there is someone who hates learning, he can really start a class and become a professor. ~IndoMTL.com~ Dragging the foot of a living person means that I will be dragged into the teleportation..."

Yuan Xiangxi thought for a while, as if he thought this was funny, and said with a smile: "Those people are vaccinated on a large scale one after another, and they will not be teleported. I would not be teleported, but now I escape But there was a big flood... things in this world are really like a round dinner table, going back and forth."

Those people...one after another, vaccinated on a large scale...

The answer that is lost in time... is that one?

Could it be that this matter has always been obvious in front of her, but she didn't realize it until now?

Before she had time to secretly regret herself for wasting the opportunity, Lin Sanjiu's throat was once again tightened by Fu Xiluo's methodical power; she only paused on her way to death, and then continued to move forward. .

Wait, she finally found the answer, but she couldn't do anything?

Lin Sanjiu tried desperately to summon the liaison device; but [Flat World] was like a closed book. No matter how she shouted through the window, the book would not be closed. opened.

How can I send a signal to Siba'an if I can't call the communicator? She even found the answer, but was she going to die on such an easy action?

No, no, there is another... there is another way.

Lin Sanjiu suddenly opened her eyes and saw a blood-red world. The fog rose from the corner of her vision, getting thicker and thicker, but her consciousness became increasingly blurry. She knew she would die soon.

Although it is slim and slim, it is the only hope.

The way to send a final signal to Sibaan is to destroy the connection between them.

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