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Chapter 1199 Chapter 1196 · "You are a good person (Part 2)."

"You... don't mind me... you go to school." Lu Shu stumbled and said, feeling a splitting headache.

"It's okay, I want to help you." The boy took out some change: "Let me buy you something to eat. Do you know how to use medical insurance? I can teach you..."

They had reached the alley, and those disgusted glances had disappeared.

Lu Shu turned around, his green eyes hidden among the layers of white hair. He was actually lucky - the boy didn't remember him. In this way, at least Mr. Wen Run on Taihua Mountain is still alive. If even the young man knew who he was, then the young master of the Lu family would be completely dead.

"...Stay away from me." Lu Shu said, "Otherwise I will...beat you."

——You stay away from me. Otherwise those enemies will target you.

The young man looked puzzled and said "Huh?" He didn't seem to understand why good intentions only resulted in beatings and scoldings.

"Quickly...get out of here." Lu Shu said tremblingly.

He has met many enthusiastic people before, but these good intentions always disappear in various forms.

The child who gave him cotton-padded clothes never came again the next day. The old woman who wanted to take him home quickly found her house in a mess. The teacher who wanted to send him to school was quickly told to stay out of the matter. The city manager who led him to receive the relief fund was replaced the next day.

The short-lived warmth will always disappear quickly. He returned to the bridge hole again and again... empty-handed and alone. Help from others has created a fear in him, and every time he comes into contact with warmth, he feels like he is being burned.

"You don't have to be afraid. If you are worried about anything, I can take you to seek help..." The young man held his hand.

"Snapped!"

Hands are opened.

Lu Shu used his last strength to push the boy out of the alley, turned around and ran towards the alley.

After running for more than ten seconds, he looked back.

——There are no young people in the alley.

It seemed that the boy had lost his patience. After all, who wouldn't be afraid of a homeless man with mental issues?

His body suddenly lost all strength, and Lu Shu collapsed on the ground, with pain in his head.

Ha, haha, hahaha...

Under his wet white hair, he hung his head dejectedly, not knowing whether he should cry or laugh.

...That's it, don't get close to him.

He is a huge piece of mildew. As long as you extend a helping hand to him, you will be targeted by the "virus".

He had thought of the worst possible scenario.

When he really couldn't afford the medicine and couldn't live anymore... he would take a knife and go find his enemies to commit suicide. As long as you can drag one or two backs...even one or two...

This was the last thing he could do.

When he returned to the bridge cave, he found that there were some old clothes and bread where he was lying. I heard from other homeless people that there was a boy who gave supplies to all the homeless people.

Lu Shu ate the bread silently and wrapped himself tightly in his old clothes. Most of these clothes were children's clothes, with some marker pen doodles on them.

...The boy didn't give up?

He thought silently.

...even though he was cold-eyed and insulted, he still wanted to help the homeless man.

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[September 26, 2024, heavy rain. 】

[I passed by a bridge today and saw some homeless people shivering with their newspapers covered. 】

[I gave them some old clothes and bread, hoping that their lives would be better. 】

[...I am just an ordinary person and can only do this. If I could be like my father, maybe I could help them find a new home...]

[But when I see many social realities, I am the one who is filled with righteous indignation, and the one who is powerless is also me...]

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At the end of the month, Lu Shu's illness was completely uncontrollable.

My memory is getting worse and worse, and I have problems with my literacy and cognitive abilities. I am in a comatose state for sixteen hours a day.

He knew he had reached his limit.

He had already inquired about Uncle Zhao's situation. It was said that Uncle Zhao had adopted another child, and that child was very happy. That's enough, that family doesn't need him anymore.

He also understood the location of his enemy and figured out how to take revenge. However, the moment he lifted the knife, his mind suddenly went blank.

…Where am I going?

Pain crowded the brain, as if something was blocked in the skull. He barely remembered where his enemy's house was and stumbled forward, but suddenly he vomited blood and fell down.

He could no longer walk.

He fell on the street, his white hair melted into the rain, and the rain dyed his hair white. Dimly, he vaguely heard the sound of Christmas songs and the smell of hot pot.

"Jingle bells, jingle bells, jingle bells, jingle bells~"

No one pays attention to a homeless man lying dying in an alley.

It turns out that even if it is revenge, he has long lost the strength, and even a child can easily push him down.

"It's so fun to ski tonight, we're sitting on the sled~"

……grandfather.

He was curled up holding the knife, like a maggot with an arch. His white hair was soaked in the dirt on the ground, exuding a putrid smell like a corpse. He collapsed on the ground, unable to get up.

...It turned out that the struggle was still like this until the end.

He hates.

"The white snow on the earth is shining with silver, take advantage of the good time when you are young~"

In his hazy consciousness, he seemed to see his past - the carefree life on Mount Taihua, the steaming tea, the never-ending fire...

At this time, a faint voice floated from the dark alley:

"...Ming'an, are you going to the bridge cave again?"

"...Well, but that person seems to be gone."

"...What kind of person is he? He has white hair. Is he an old man?"

"...I don't know. He never lets me see his face clearly. Maybe there is an injury on his face."

"...Have the city appearance management driven away the homeless these days?"

"...I don't know, I can only go back."

"...Well, go back to the dormitory early, cut out the video, and earn some living expenses. Maybe you can help more people."

Two figures walked past the alley, but they didn't see the maggot-like white-haired homeless man in the dark alley.

...Who is that person passing by?

Lu Shu couldn't remember. He even forgot what Uncle Zhao looked like. The memory in his mind seemed to have been cut in half with a knife. Only his childhood was intact.

“Sing skiing songs with your beloved friends~”

His breathing became weaker and weaker, and his eyes could barely see.

He realized that his life was approaching, and the last thought came to his mind——

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[——Die in a beautiful place. 】

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Because if you die in an alley, you have to bother the cleaners to clean it up. The rotting corpse will scare others.

Therefore, if you die in the wilderness...the body sinks into the soil, at least it will not cause trouble to others.

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"We put it on the sled and ran forward~"

"Flying to the distance~"

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September 30, early morning.

As the first ray of morning light fell, Lu Shu finally had the strength to get up, as if the light had returned to him.

Roll up your bed and push yourself up.

Stumbling and trudging for a long time.

When the pain is unbearable, I take analgesics. After finishing the medicine, I lie down on the ground and fall asleep.

A piece of "mildew" walking around the city attracted countless disgusted looks. This time he didn't even have the energy to take a shower. He really deserved to be hated.

Finally, he left the city.

Standing on the hillside outside the city, holding his painful and split stomach, vomiting blood, his head was as heavy as a boulder.

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——He saw butterflies flying towards him almost all over the mountains and plains.

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Are they here to eat his corpse?

He closed his eyes and smiled.

This is a great place.

The sun is shining, the fields are vast, and wildflowers are blooming.

The distant Taihua Mountain shows its hazy outline, as if there is a rustling bamboo forest, and the moist earthy smell after the rain floats in the air.

It seemed as if there was a handsome young man holding tea in his hand, standing on the mountain and looking towards him.

"The sunshine is so nice..."

He lay down slowly, and for the first time he noticed how warm the sun was. His dirty, curly white hair was piled on his forehead, revealing a pair of green eyes, which were still clear and bright.

Children's clothing covered with marker graffiti covered his body, and the sunlight over the mountains and plains caressed him gently.

He took out Uncle Zhao's photo from his pocket and held it in his hand. Then he pressed the address under his body that he couldn't remember who gave it to him.

...Lu Shu never gave in.

he thought.

... Lu Shu died of illness, not from the persecution of his enemies. He died of his own body's disease, not of fire and blade.

No one can take his life away.

He considered himself a desolate and barren person. His life in the early 20 years had no color, no flowers, and no laughter. But at least, no matter how barren the soil, there is still a little bit of greenery left. The green bamboo keeps growing until it dies, at least something has changed.

In the end, he didn't make any achievements. From beginning to end, he lived like a rat in the gutter. He failed to swing a knife at his enemies and became nutrients in the mud, being eaten by insects and ants, and died in despair and pain.

…But, God.

His eyes were so red that he could barely see.

The insects and ants on the grass seemed to smell his death and began to eat his skin and eat the long-festering carrion. He lay on the ground like a ball of rotten flesh, exuding a putrid stench.

If there really is a god in this world...please...

Such a barren and barren life, such a failed person,

This is already such a life,

Can he... find the third 'good guy' he has yet to find? Can you give him... a chance to live...

He really wants to live...

The sky was blue and bright, and hundreds of butterflies were swarming towards him.

He slowly closed his eyes, and in the severe pain, the last breath disappeared.

The tightly held black knife,

From his gradually loosening palm, it fell to the ground.

"clang--"

"Crash-"

The butterfly covered his body, and from a distance, it looked like a flowing oil painting.

The malicious peeping in the distance finally withdrew his sight.

The photos were blown away by the wind, the clothes sank into the mud, and the white hair was stained with insects, ants and dirt. As his vitality disappeared, he did not shed any tears until his death, until the last beat of his heartbeat in his chest disappeared.

But he hasn't taken revenge yet, he really...

hatred.

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Ding dong.

Ding dong!

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World Games...Loading.

Player Lu Shu, welcome to the world game.

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God.

Maybe there really are gods in this world.

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[A young man with a green mantis on his shoulder appears at the end of the road. 】

[That is the world's top player, an extremely dangerous existence - Lu Shu from the Dragon Kingdom. 】

[Yu Ruohe immediately became nervous. 】

[Lu Shu walked quickly and walked in front of Su Mingan and Yu Ruohe. 】

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"Don't be nervous. Su Mingan, player number one. I am attracted by your theories and actions."

"so what?"

"——I decided to follow you. I like people who always have the future in mind. I like you. I think you deserve to be my light."

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"You are a 'good person', Su Mingan."

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"You are a 'good person', and a 'good person' should not be treated like this...so I want to save you."

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"No, you are a 'good person' and everything you do is right. I believe you."

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"Su Ming'an is a 'good man', and anyone who kills him should die..."

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"I will clear all obstacles for you, Su Ming'an."

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That day, Lu Shu, who entered the first world, met Su Ming'an, the number one player.

A nineteen-year-old black-haired young man with great strength, unlimited potential, and justice in his heart.

The most important thing was that the number one player looked vaguely kind to Lu Shu.

He's very much a 'good guy'.

The Guwu family is too large, and it would be difficult for him to take revenge on his own. Therefore, he wants to follow the first player, maybe the first player can help him get revenge - I believe that such a 'good guy' will definitely not confuse right and wrong and despise justice.

The most important thing is that he likes such a good person with a bright mind, who reminds him of Uncle Zhao and his dead grandfather who were not selected into the world game. When he helps people like this, he is repaying Uncle Zhao - he is saving the world.

But gradually, he no longer transferred his feelings to Uncle Zhao and Grandpa to Su Ming'an, and he gradually realized... It turns out that Su Ming'an himself is worthy of help.

Time and time again, Su Mingan pulled him out of the quagmire of gloom and paranoia. Even if Su Ming'an didn't say anything and just walked forward, Lu Shu could feel [redemption] from Su Ming'an's behavior.

It is a lamp that illuminates the darkness, exuding warmth every moment.

He finally understood what his grandfather said - what is a "role model", what is a "leader in life", and why he needs a "good person".

A "good person" is what he should be.

He is willing to be his sword, pointing at all the dangers and ugliness in the world. Because he knew that Su Mingan would never let him down or let down mankind.

——Even if he dies in the sky and becomes a rotting black beast.

——Even if he died in the City of Measurement and became an invisible electronic ghost, waiting for thousands of years until he disappeared silently...

He is willing to be a cornerstone of light.

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"Su Mingan."

"This game teases us so much that we, as firewood, can only fight against it...or adapt to it."

"But you're not like us, you're the torch."

"I've been very good at judging people since I was a child. I think... you have always been the most suitable for this world."

"You are the best."

"Have I helped you this time..."

It starts with profit.

Finally sincere.

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[4:00 am on March 29th]

Su Mingan suddenly learned the news from afar - Lu Shu had killed seventeen people from the Guwu family.

Those people died tragically: their stomachs were filled with garbage, their organs were torn, their backs were burned to the point of ulceration, and insects and ants gnawed at their skin. It was like Lu Shu was restoring something.

Players in the main god world are not allowed to hurt each other. After learning that Lu Shu wanted revenge, Su Mingan lent his followers to Lu Shu. Lu Shu ordered his followers to do these things.

He put down the memory fragments, looked into the distance, and murmured to himself.

"Lu Shu."

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Have you gained a new life now?

This time, I can help you too.

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[Celebrating the New Year with Lin Yin and Su Mingan, soaking in hot springs and watching fireworks, everyone is very happy (happy simple drawing)]

[No one told Su Mingan that the "big luck" he drew was specially put in by us. In this way, he should be in a good mood. 】

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【February 7th. Su Mingan said I was very important. Noel said he would become good friends with me forever. 】

【Very happy. 】

[I hope everyone can survive. (Smile simple drawing)]

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