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Chapter 523 Chapter 521 · "Sky—Sky—Sky—"

Sibor pulled him forward.

Her hands were as moist as his, and seemed a little soft.

Walking along the gravel road and passing through dense flowers, everything is as warm as spring.

During this period, Su Mingan saw some ethnic people running.

"Why are they running away?" he asked.

"That's not an escape, they also want to see the sea." Siboer said.

In the brilliant colorful light,

In the fresh fragrance of jasmine,

In the beautiful singing,

Siboer pulled him and walked to a hillside.

From here, you can see all of the tribe, the houses shrouded in colorful lights, the men and women running and singing... and the sea.

...the sea.

Su Mingan really saw the blue flowing on the ground in this barren and yellow land.

"Is this the color reflected in the sky?" he said.

"It is said that the sea reflects the color of the sky." She stood beside him: "...So, seeing this reflected color, does it mean that I have seen the sea?"

She lowered her eyes and smiled slightly.

"I'm really, really lucky, so lucky... to have waited until you came," she said.

At this moment, Su Mingan discovered,

...It turns out that her eyes are also the color of the sea.

Her smile grew brighter, and there was no trace of the haze of being a pagan in her eyes.

She was bathed in the fiery rainbow light, with an extraordinarily satisfied look on her face.

"In the future, flowers and plants will be used to build houses." She said, "I will bring the future happiness of the people to them."

Su Mingan turned his head and looked at her.

"Sky--sky--sky--sea-like sky!" she shouted, excited beyond reason.

Su Mingan reached out and touched her.

"But why is it that even though it is such a beautiful scene, my body feels so hot and painful..." she said.

Su Mingan's hand passed through her.

His eyes fluctuated slightly as he saw her figure gradually fade.

"Siboer?" He called, but Siboer's figure disappeared.

Mo Yan ran to his side and waved the sword in his hand. It looked like amber under the colorful rainbow light.

"——Brother, look! This is my newly made sword. My master praised this sword for its beauty." He said excitedly.

"It's a nice, long sword." Su Mingan said.

"Really, just like a fire stick?" Mo Yan said with a smile.

"It hurts." Su Mingan said.

"Really, right? But this kind of sword can still break the bones of big brother's hand. Big brother, can you consider using a piano board?"

"...Hmm." Su Mingan said.

"Debussy's Moonlight... is very nice." Mo Yan said, "After losing an important relative, my eldest brother played the music so beautifully. That's why your mother likes the emotions in your songs so much. She likes it so much." Break your hand bones...Brother, what were you thinking when she smashed the piano plate off?"

Su Mingan raised his eyes slightly.

"[Children who have never been loved show too obvious emotions.]" Mo Yan said, "Brother, you are such a child too."

"..." Su Mingan said.

"When you were drawing flowers for Siboer, did you ever think about who could draw flowers for you?" Mo Yan said.

"..." Su Mingan said.

"Yes." Mo Yan said, "The future is black and white."

"..." Su Mingan said.

"Brother also knows that you can't succeed." Mo Yan said.

"..." Su Mingan said.

"Alas." Mo Yan said, "Well, after all, eldest brother is an 'other' in people's eyes, and you are a 'monster'."

"...What are you talking about?" Su Mingan said.

"I'm talking about - the sky! The sky!" Mo Yan suddenly laughed: "——Brother, look, how beautiful the sky is!"

"...Fly." Su Mingan said.

Mo Yan glanced at him.

"Brother, you really don't have the right words to follow." Mo Yan said.

"You too." Su Mingan said.

"It's just because your words don't match your words, brother, that I'm like this." Mo Yan laughed.

"...But I'm so hot." Su Ming'an said.

"Brother." Mo Yan suddenly stopped smiling.

He stared at Su Mingan and said quietly:

"Have you carefully looked at... what your sanity level is now? Aren't you surprised why you can't see the various text barrages clearly?"

Su Mingan opened his eyes slightly.

"When people are dreaming, it's hard to see the specific words, right?" Mo Yan said: "Now... isn't it the same thing? The jasmine wreath on your head is very beautiful, but are there really jasmine flowers in the sky? "

Hearing this, Su Mingan was slightly startled.

A tidal wave of fear and sense of missing out surged over me in an instant.

At this moment, he seemed to be able to hear his bloody, heavy breathing.

He raised his hand and immediately stabbed his left hand hard.

Blood exploded.

Severe pain came, as if the fog in front of his eyes was wiped away, the illusion in front of him quickly faded, and the jasmine wreath on his head also disappeared immediately.

He turned his head and looked inside the third tribe - only to find that the poisonous rain during the natural disaster period had already arrived.

It corroded people's houses, and the corpses of the people fell to the ground. People fled in all directions, howling.

The beautiful tribal scenery and the illusion of enthusiastic people were suddenly broken, and he suddenly saw a hell on earth.

... He seems to have been haunted by hallucinations for a long time.

He breathed softly, and thick cold sweat slowly fell down.

……So this is ah.

...It turns out that the moisture that has been lingering around him is the blood corroded by the poisonous rain.

It turns out that the colorful lights in the sky yesterday... were also an illusion.

That was not a rainbow that represented a good omen, it was a poisonous rain of natural disaster, a poisonous rain that corroded him and made his whole body covered in blood.

Those ethnic groups are not singing loudly just to see the sea.

They were running and wailing, non-stop, wailing and running desperately in the burning poisonous rain.

So, he and Yamada and his group were talking, laughing and eating snacks among the corpses and poisonous rain yesterday?

There were no women bringing fruits or snacks at all, and the people at that time had already fallen under the poisonous rain. When he touched his pocket, he found that there was no candy sent by Changsheng at that time.

The feeling of heat that had always been vague to him turned out to be the pain caused by the poisonous rain corroding his body due to the illusion.

His sanity had disappeared since the day before yesterday.

It turns out that everything is beautiful and brilliant,

It's all an illusion.

... He forced himself to see all the ugliness and death as beauty that comforted him.

...Including Mo Yan just now, he was always arguing with his inner self.

He's crazy.

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"——Brother, the process of creating a god is almost crazy." Mo Yan said: "Deprive of sympathy, deprivation of emotion, deprivation of the ability to consider [room]...

Separate expression ability, separate thinking, belief and philosophy, separate tolerance of pain, emotional feedback, basic logical reasoning, empathy ability...

Ignore praise and criticism, accept faith, reject useless, make use of everything available, and always stay with confusion, failure and danger..."

"The power to bring changes to the world...is not something you can do, big brother. Now, I don't know how many people find you disgusting and think you are hindering the unity of mankind," Mo Yan said.

"Although I know that Big Brother has a strong belief, there is nothing I can do about it. Big Brother is just a human being." Mo Yan said: "...Everyone has forgotten that you are a human being."

"Brother." Mo Yan stared at him and said, "...What kind of god are you turning yourself into?"

Mo Yan backed away slowly.

He watched Mo Yan step into the air, watched the long sword behind Mo Yan spread out like wings, and the colorful stream of light spread out like a swallowing sea, like a colorful bird flying high in the sky.

Dreamy, magnificent and charming.

The amber-like sword was carried behind Mo Yan, shining brightly under the rainbow light, like a pair of colorful wings spread out, trying to take him high into the sky——

"——Now that I've seen the lighthouse! Why don't you worship!" Mo Yan suddenly burst out laughing. He laughed heartily, and the loud voice in his mouth soared high in the sky, echoing continuously in the vast sky and earth.

"——Why don't you worship! Why don't you worship!!" He shouted with a loud smile: "——This is your god——! Your god is being driven crazy——!"

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"boom!"

There was a gunshot.

A bullet suddenly pierced Su Mingan's right arm and exploded. The severe pain made his vision clear for a moment, and Mo Yan's hallucinations disappeared immediately.

At this moment, he saw his true sanity very clearly.

[Sanity value: 10 points (shortly awake)]

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Siboer, holding the shotgun, walked to his side, and all the hazy scenes disappeared with the severe pain.

Behind her, there was no colorful light, no sea, and no Mo Yan.

"Are you awake?" Siboer asked.

"How long have I been crazy?" Su Mingan said.

"A long time." Siboer said: "You went crazy with me, and your companions went crazy too. This kind of madness will be contagious."

"When does it start?" he asked.

"...After meeting Yuan Shuangshuang." She said.

Su Mingan scrolled through the system prompts.

The words that had always been blurry and hazy finally began to become clear before his eyes.

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[Current plot trend: TE·"The Day the Flowers Bloom"/HE2·"Day Delusion". 】

[Perfect clearance progress: 75%]

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He stretched out his hand, pulled down the interface, and saw a lot of new text.

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[Detect the player as a "White Trial" profession, and automatically absorb the surrounding emotional values ​​to exchange for faith values. 】

[SAN value, symptoms of hallucinations, auditory hallucinations, automatic shielding of pain)]

[Faith: 10000/10000 (full)]

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[Your teammate (Yamada Machichi) died due to poisonous rain. 】

[Your teammate (Luna) has committed suicide. 】

[NPC (Shala) status: crazy. 】

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[It has passed twelve o'clock, and the seventh day of the war has begun, the natural disaster period, and poisonous rain has fallen. 】

[You continue to be corroded by poisonous rain...]

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Sibor lowered his eyes.

"What? It turns out that the fruit I ate yesterday and the enthusiastic people I saw were all hallucinations. And the sea we just saw..." Siboer said: "It is a sea of ​​blood."

"It's so hot." Su Mingan said.

As his body was corroded and melted bit by bit by the poisonous rain, he finally felt the real stinging sensation as he came back from the hallucination.

——The gods come from the void.

——As long as people try to become gods, they will suffer the torture of curse, madness, and alienation in the void.

After the faith reaches full value and the SAN value drops sharply,

He began to bear the suffering of his people.

...the pain of being eroded by poisonous rain.

...the pain of losing a loved one.

...The curse burst into festering pain all over the body.

He had already begun to suffer this kind of pain the day before yesterday. It was a hot and scorching touch. However, because he was blinded by hallucinations, he thought it was a rainbow light expelling the disease, and the pain he felt was not obvious.

And after the hallucination disappears,

This pain began to amplify on him without limit.

His bones began to soften, his skin and flesh rolled, and his palms began to melt.

All the muscles and bones in his body began to twist until he groaned and roared——

So painful.

So painful.

So painful.

So painful, so painful, so painful——

Siboer stretched out her hand and squeezed his hand.

Her white hair began to twist and flutter, and dark tentacles appeared under her body. They grasped his hand and covered his body, absorbing the blood and curse on him.

She shares his curse and bears his pain.

Su Mingan opened his eyes, and his vision became clearer and clearer bit by bit.

Siboer closed her eyes, her face maturing little by little.

Her head moved slightly, and her mouth twitched slightly. She stood there, with tentacles surrounding her. She grinned lightly, and the poisonous rain eroded the skin on her face, which was so beautiful that it looked paradoxical.

"We are all destined to go crazy. We just experienced it for a while." She said: "It feels pretty good. At least, all we saw were beautiful scenes."

After Sibber shared his pain,

Su Mingan heard a thin whisper ringing in his ears.

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[Energy and faith have been gathered. 】

[All you need is authority, and you are already on the road to becoming a god. 】

[You will bear the evil of the sky and the earth, bear all the pain, and share the pain of all curses. 】

[You will accept all beliefs, good or evil, and you will love everyone equally. 】

[You will sow the additional name of 'lighthouse' you have given to the vast land in the name of pioneers, light chasers, and fanatical believers, like harvested wheat seeds, and this will never end. 】

[——You will forget your pain, sorrow and joy. 】

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[Larsus, the Hundred God, has given you the job title of ‘The Hundred God’. 】

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White tentacles slowly grew out from behind Su Mingan.

His pupils expanded to the edges, as if there was a bright fire burning in them.

The white tentacles representing the Bai God, mixed with the black tentacles, have a strange beauty, like a flower blooming in the mud.

The fine rain curtain was still eroding his body. They cruelly devoured their flesh and blood, mixing the flesh and skin together.

Under the growth of tentacles,

They were like two deformed monsters clinging to each other for warmth in the rain.

In "Notre Dame de Paris", Su Mingan saw a passage.

——Not everything in all things is humanly beautiful. Ugliness is next to beauty, deformity is close to beauty, ugliness is hidden behind sublimity, beauty and evil coexist, light and darkness coexist.

Kindness and justice cannot defeat everything. Ignorant human beings cannot see the beauty behind deformities, regard them as ugliness, and associate ugliness with evil.

However,

Acceptance and confrontation are the perfect antidote.

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[It is detected that the profession is extremely suitable for the copy...]

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"Ding dong!"

[The "Bai Shen" profession will soon evolve into the "Bai Shen" profession. 】

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