Weird Calendar

In Court No. 3, all twelve people were still.

Their bodies are still on the court, but their souls have gone elsewhere.

All props cannot be used in the empty nether world.

It's like entering a dream. No matter how the world in the dream is turbulent and vicissitudes of life, the real body is just sleeping.

Styx Ferry.

The captain of the first legendary team, Luo Yan, has this ability.

Once used, a group of souls will be transported to a certain netherworld.

Whether it’s the Evil Eye of the Crown, the object transportation of Liangyi, or those powerful individuals...

Their abilities will also be disabled.

Under the River Styx, the referee's gaze could not fall here.

The hell ball game turned into a pure physical fight.

But if it is just a game of souls, such a duel is not a desperate situation.

The most terrifying thing is the breath of the netherworld.

Those blessed by the Ferryman can master "breathing" in the River Styx.

Don't be swallowed by the undead fish.

Those who are not protected will continue to drown in the River Styx. Until - into real hell.

Therefore, Luo Yan actually wanted to say to Fuxi, the captain of the Homesickers, at the beginning:

"Do you know why the hell ball is called the hell ball? Because I can summon hell."

This is not an exaggeration, but an objective description.

It's just that Qin Ze predicted the content of the lines in advance.

This made Luo Yan very angry.

After all, in the country of competition, after everyone's abilities are limited to the same frequency band, he is invincible.

He is the first person under God.

He was rarely disobeyed.

But at this moment, the rising tide lifted all boats, and surrounded by Black and White Yama, Luo Yan felt better.

Under the turbid waters of the Styx, several duels with destined outcomes were taking place.

Black Deer confronts Ling Aozhe.

The snake girl fights against Akasi.

Photographers confront Li Yuanba,

Centipede versus Number Four.

In Luo Yan's opinion, there will be no suspense in these duels.

Just like the fifth duel, he fought against Fuxi.

Although the water of the Styx River was very turbid, Luo Yan could still see the arms of countless resentful spirits stretching out from the depths of the Styx River, trying to pull Qin Ze's body and make it sink to the bottom of the river and enter hell.

On the boat, Luo Yan squatted on the edge of the boat and gently touched the water of the Styx with his fingers.

Ripples are born.

On the surface of the Styx River, ripples spread out.

Under the surface of the Styx River, huge chains rushed towards Qin Ze like a dragon entering the sea.

Qin Ze held his breath tightly and swam desperately toward the top of the River Styx.

His purpose is very clear. As long as he swims to the Styx River, he can have a duel with Luo Yan on the boat.

Even if they have to face the uncertainty of black and white, and it is a disadvantageous situation with one against three, there is still a slight chance of winning.

Because if you stay in the River Styx, you have no chance of winning.

He felt the terror of the River Styx.

All kinds of negative emotions started to pour in.

These negative emotions seemed to have weight, making Qin Ze's body heavier and heavier.

The hands of hell extending out from the bottom of the River Styx are becoming more and more numerous and longer. Every time Qin Ze swims upward, these hands will lengthen.

Like a predator in the Styx, frantically chasing its prey.

But there is always a distance between the two. Although Qin Ze's mind keeps flashing back to those lonely scenes from his childhood and adolescence, as well as the events after his father's death...

But his obsession with winning and losing is extremely strong.

Especially when negative emotions accumulate to a certain extent...

Qin Ze's own talent took effect, completely clearing away negative emotions and entering an extremely calm state.

For the first time, he was so grateful for his gift.

His cruising slowed down at the beginning and suddenly became faster again.

This is an extremely magical scene. Among the many people Luo Yan has seen, there has never been such an example.

What Luo Yan saw were the souls of the living, getting heavier and heavier in the river of the dead, eventually finding no home and sinking to the bottom of the river.

But I have never seen Qin Ze so able to swim upstream.

"Interesting, it's so interesting. How did Fuxi get rid of his restraints?"

Luo Yan said it with interest on the surface, but there was a little fear in his eyes.

Of course, he was firmly in control of the situation.

Because Qin Ze is about to usher in the Styx Chain.

In the process of continuously rising, Qin Ze finally saw the bottom of the boat.

But at the same time, he also saw huge chains rushing towards him like spears.

Without enough time to dodge, Qin Ze's body was penetrated instantly.

In reality, such a puncture would be enough to kill Qin Ze on the spot.

But at this time, Qin Ze was in a spiritual state.

The center of his spiritual body was pierced by the chain, leaving a gap.

At this moment, countless complex negative emotions made Qin Ze's whole body become extremely heavy.

He began to sink.

Luo Yan did not let Qin Ze go.

"The spirit body cannot die, but once it sinks into the ground, there is no possibility of returning to the human world. Once the Styx is opened, it will end in one hour."

"But by that time, they must have gone underground."

"The other four spirits are in charge of four team members. Fuxi, I am more merciful than them."

Luo Yan enjoyed the teasing.

He talks about kindness, but more chains are generated from the ripples.

Keep hitting other parts of Qin Ze's body.

The chains penetrated Qin Ze's shoulders and knees.

A total of five chains, like five evil dragons, swallowed Qin Ze's spirit body into pieces.

But the dilapidated spirit body still struggled to swim upward...

"I can't die here..."

Qin Ze's consciousness had begun to become cloudy, but for the first time, he felt despair.

What a powerful opponent this is.

He was like a mayfly in the river, trying to challenge the master of the river.

It seems so overestimating.

Finally, as the spirit body continued to break, countless negative thoughts poured in...

Qin Ze's mind was filled with desperate cries, the whines and screams of strange spirits from hell.

His inner obsession - he cannot die here, is as inaudible as the sound of mosquitoes in the noisy market.

Finally his body could no longer float.

Instead, it began to sink rapidly.

He seemed to vaguely hear some kind of call from Ling Aozhe.

"Qin Ze, I can't remember..."

He couldn't remember. Surprisingly, when his consciousness was muddier than the River Styx, Qin Ze actually realized what Uncle Ling meant when he said he couldn't remember.

He still remembered that when he rescued Uncle Ling, he told him to keep thinking and thinking.

Think about why Ling Hansu left this memory in your mind.

What is her purpose.

After learning that Nuwa's treasure was luck, which belonged to him and Qiao Wei, Qin Ze still felt...

The real treasure is not luck, but the secret left behind by Ling Hansu.

That might be a secret that even Qiao Wei doesn't know.

It is a secret that allows everyone to know the truth about the world.

But at this moment, Qin Ze guessed... maybe Uncle Ling was also experiencing addiction.

He couldn't remember.

And I can no longer float.

Bubbles spurted out from Qin Ze's mouth and nose.

He completely lost consciousness.

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…

Somewhere in the River Styx.

Black Deer's spirit body is slightly different from reality.

In reality, it is a black stag, but the antlers are human hands.

In the River Styx, in the spirit form, the black deer showed a bipedal posture.

On the palm-like antlers, a human face emerged from the palm.

This is the original "soul" of Black Deer.

In the early days, there was more "human" element in the spirit body than "deer" element.

But with the opening of the old calendar form, and in the country of competition, I gradually realized that I would become a slave of the god of competition forever——

Human nature, self, and soul are constantly dissolving.

The "human" part gradually collapsed and gathered at the antlers, a place as big as a palm.

The monster parts occupy all parts of the body.

Qin Ze faced a boatman who could summon the chains of hell.

And if Ling Aozhe wanted to swim up and surface of the River Styx...

You have to defeat this black deer in the depths of the River Styx.

This is undoubtedly extremely difficult.

Because no one has Qin Ze's talent.

As negative emotions continued to accumulate, Ling Aozhe himself became extremely heavy.

He attacked Black Deer several times.

In the River Styx, it seems that everyone has lost their abilities.

But the balance system is still in effect, and this land of the netherworld is still unfolding in the country of competition.

So Ling Aozhe actually has the power to fight Heilu.

Here, the competition is whose soul is more powerful.

If there was no River Styx and no favoritism from the boatman, the outcome would have been unpredictable.

But there is no if.

The black deer has the blessing from the captain, the boatman Luo Yan, and it can breathe freely in the River Styx without being affected by negative emotions.

This effect will last for thirty minutes.

Thirty minutes is definitely enough time to completely defeat your opponent until he falls into hell.

It had only been a few minutes, but Ling Aozhe was already overwhelmed.

A large amount of Styx water poured into his body, and the boundless, frenzied negative emotions, and the painful screams from the dead bombarded his mind.

He fought with Black Deer for three rounds, but lost early because his body kept sinking.

Feeling the heaviness of my body and the crazy influx of negative emotions...

The last thing Ling Aozhe could do was to keep thinking.

I want to achieve a miracle.

He always thought that luck was still with him.

I kept thinking, how could a lucky person like me die in such a place?

"I have seen the world that ordinary people have never seen..."

"My experiences these days are more exciting than my previous life..."

"I can't die here, my daughter must exist!"

Ling Hansu must exist!

So what is so special about the memory she left behind?

Ling Aozhe thought desperately, but couldn't figure it out.

All the memories in his mind were gradually losing their color.

He recalled every moment with Ling Hansu. As a father, he let Ling Hansu ride on his neck.

No matter how busy he was, as long as Ling Hansu called and said, "Dad, please pick me up from school," he would immediately put down what he was doing and pick Ling Hansu up from school without hesitation.

He would even consider cooking for his daughter. Even if my wife’s craftsmanship is obviously better.

But he couldn't tell whether these memories were real or fake...

He also couldn't understand, if the memories were false, why did they appear?

Why have I become a bug in this world?

To be killed and erased from the world?

Time was so tight that a revolving door of images flashed by frame after frame.

But he just couldn't find the meaning of the answer.

Just as his consciousness was about to fade away, Ling Aozhe showed a relieved smile.

This stubborn old man no longer tried to fight against Styx, but shouted with all his strength:

"Qin Ze...I can't remember..."

He couldn't remember, and he didn't know if this was a failure to Qin Ze.

I don't know if Qin Ze can hear the cry in this river of Styx.

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Number 4 frowned slightly when he felt his body falling into the River Styx.

He did not look at the huge monster Centipede made of countless spiritual bodies.

The centipede-like body looks terrifying, but No. 4 has seen many old creatures that are a hundred times more terrifying and abstract than him.

No. 4 frowned because he immediately thought of his current situation.

Being a genius and a calculator, he guessed that he was now in some kind of spiritual state.

My group was dragged into a strange area by the other party's boatman.

What he didn't expect was that as a mechanical life form...

The soul is still the human soul.

why?

At this moment, No. 4 felt a little disgusted with himself.

How weak are human beings?

In his human stage, he had seen the ugly side of countless people.

He still remembered when he was trying to give his sister immortality... Those people looked at him like they were a sick person.

He hated the stare.

After finally successfully opening the old calendar form, No. 4 thought that he had escaped from humanity.

Finally becoming a mechanical life means that many irrelevant things about being a human can be easily forgotten.

Humans are a very weak species and their memory is extremely limited.

Number 4 remembers that her sister once said:

"Brother, I really don't know how to answer your question."

"Why? This is just a question for the first year of high school. Aren't you a college student?"

"Hahahahaha, let me tell you, the pinnacle of human academics is in the year of college entrance examination, and it won't be good after that. I have forgotten a lot of things in my sophomore year. I am a history major, and you asked me to teach you History is okay, just let me go in math.”

At that time, No. 4 was surprised.

He always believed that humans should remember something and never forget it.

That’s why the word eternity appears in literature, and the love and family affection in it can be unswerving.

He believes that many people can't remember it at best, but once they remember it, they shouldn't forget it.

It turns out that humans still forget.

A few years later, my sister died. At her funeral, No. 4 felt so uncomfortable.

This is not his own sister, just a neighbor's sister.

One time, my neighbor’s drone broke and he threw it in the trash.

Four picked it up and fixed it.

Then he returned the repaired drone to his neighbor's house.

The neighbor's sister opened the door.

"You fixed it by yourself? How did you do it? You are really a little genius."

From this time on, No. 4 became friends with her sister.

He kept calling her sister. But in my heart, I don't regard her as a pure sister.

He also has his own little thoughts.

However, it is always hidden deep in my heart.

Parents always ignore No. 4 because they are too rational and eccentric, and their research is too different from their peers...

Number Four is actually not popular.

But my sister is very good to No. 4.

Four has always loved his life.

One day, he read a book that said that people must love something specific to avoid falling into nothingness.

He was thinking, maybe this is what people call the anchor?

What he thought of was his sister.

But many years later, my sister died.

At her sister's funeral, Four said nothing.

His world collapsed. He didn't want to endure the soul-rending pain at all.

He wished he could forget all this.

But human beings are very funny things. It’s hard for them to remember things. Even if they remember something, it doesn’t last long.

But they really have to deliberately forget something, but they still can't forget it.

With the advent of the calendar, Four saw the possibility of breaking away from humanity.

He wants to become a mechanical life, and wants to be free to remember whatever he wants to remember and forget whatever he wants to forget.

But the real reasons are not these.

After getting the calendar and witnessing the strange arrival in person, No. 4 wanted to dig up his sister's grave.

"I will take you to mechanical immortality."

He said to his sister's tombstone in surprise.

But all he saw were corpses that had long since rotted to the point where only bones were left.

And the people who greeted him were looking at him like he was a pervert.

There is no flesh and blood, only bones. How can she be resurrected?

Number Four doesn't care about people's opinions, all he cares about is the crazy thoughts in his mind.

He had a clear idea. First, he had to let himself become a mechanical life, as a guinea pig, and successfully complete the experiment before he could proceed with the next operation.

Thus, Martyr No. 4 began his "evolution" journey.

When he finally turned into the old calendar form and finally became a mechanical life, Number Four was very happy.

He can easily delete memories that make him miserable.

He can also easily and quickly memorize all the content he wants to remember.

Most importantly, he is one step closer to achieving immortality and achieving mechanical ascension.

But at this moment, in the muddy yellow Netherworld River, No. 4 saw a scene that disgusted him.

He is still the same as before.

He still looks like a human being!

His soul is still a fragile human being.

Baizu launched an attack on Number Four.

Number Four fell into huge self-doubt, wondering if his research was wrong?

Do you wonder if you still hide an unbearable, emotional soul?

I suspect that for so many years, I have never dared to delete certain painful memories, and I have always kept certain things irrationally...

Are you still attached to your human identity?

He was in so much pain that Baizu attacked No. 4, but No. 4 didn't even care.

More and more negative emotions continued to pour into No. 4's mind.

Number Four shouted loudly:

"Go away! Go away! Go away!"

"Delete memory! Delete memory!"

It makes no sense, he is still a human soul, in spiritual form, without any mechanization.

In the past, when faced with various mental attacks, he could easily detect various abnormal memory intrusions and then delete them.

But now, he can't delete the surging negative emotions, and the memory of his sister's death should come back over and over again.

He didn't care that opening his mouth would make the turbid Styx water pour into his body even more violently.

It was like a king whose city had been completely destroyed, shouting for protection.

But he is no longer a mechanical body and can no longer build any defense.

Number Four's body became heavy.

Baizu mocked:

"I don't even need to attack you. You are already in a state of collapse. You are such a fragile soul."

Four heard the taunt.

But he could no longer respond.

His consciousness was trapped at his sister's funeral, unable to escape from this environment that he did not dare to face.

His spirit body is falling into hell.

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The snake girl swims very fast.

Of all the battles, it was not the easiest for Baizu to face No. 4.

Snake Girl's battle is easier than imagined.

Ferrymen, or boatmen, will occasionally appear in the "Zone of the Dead" after summoning the River Styx.

The more negative emotions people have, the more likely they are to become food for these undead souls.

The area where the snake girl is located is the area with the highest concentration of undead.

From Snake Girl's point of view, among several people, Akasi is the ace in the clear sense.

She is the most powerful existence, and she is ready to fight with Arcus in the River Styx.

With the breathing ability given by the boatman, she is confident that she can defeat Akas, although the process may not go smoothly.

But what surprised Snake Girl was that Akasi was very unlucky.

Others did not have a large number of undead in the Styx area, but where Akas appeared, there were a large number of undead from the beginning.

When Acas was swimming in the River Styx, the hands of the undead had already held Acas back.

His body, which should have been extremely agile, became extremely heavy even without the influence of negative emotions.

The snake girl looked down at the underworld army and didn't even dare to get close to Akas.

Afraid of being affected as well.

"Poor man, you've already disarmed me before I even felt this battle."

Countless hands from hell wrapped Acas in layers.

Akasi is like a piece of meat that sinks into the lake and is eaten by countless fish.

In the end, his spirit body fell into the dark mud, just a thin line away from hell.

The snake girl was not careless. She wanted to watch Akasi sink into the mud little by little and enter hell completely before she would leave.

This was originally the order given by the boatman to them.

Of course, in Snake Girl's memory, there has never been a soul that could turn back after touching the muddy area.

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All four battles were lost in a one-sided manner.

Only Li Xiaohua, uncharacteristically, showed the possibility of victory.

The photographer is called a photographer because his face is covered with eyes, eyes in the gaps between his fingers.

Just looking at this picture gives me a voyeuristic feeling.

And when he was a human, he was indeed a candid photographer.

He likes to secretly take pictures of women's skirts, and more often than not, he creates fake news.

Rely on the pictures you take and process them to a certain extent to gain gimmicks and traffic.

For example, when a couple kisses, he will describe it as some kind of taboo love, or simply give the woman the identity of a married woman, and the title will probably be "Married woman xxx is having an affair with someone."

He enjoys spreading rumors.

I enjoy the feeling of using my camera to tell stories and create new worlds.

That's why his old calendar form is so abstract.

However, professional photographers in the old calendar ultimately control the flow.

The photographer in soul form is very weak.

Although the body is still that of a photographer and the human part is very small, the soul is fragile.

On the other hand, Li Xiaohua is one of the very few spiritual beings who are more powerful than the physical body.

When the undead's arm continued to extend, trying to drag Li Xiaohua, Li Xiaohua directly tore the undead's arm off.

When the Styx water was brought into his breath and negative emotions began to pour in, Li Xiaohua slapped herself on the forehead.

It was as if the powerful palm pressure had knocked the Styx water out of the spirit body.

After the slap, Li Xiaohua's eyes were angry, like a violent God of War who was not bound by any weirdness.

He is the beast in the River Styx!

This man who can always follow Qiao Wei to various god-worthy territories is unimaginably powerful!

It seems that both the inside and the outside, from the body to the soul, are filled with domineering power!

The photographer and Li Xiaohua, one is like an escaping fish, and the other is like a ferocious torpedo.

The speed and strength of the two people should obviously be the same.

However, the momentum displayed by Li Xiaohua made the two of them seem to be on different levels.

The photographer realized that this was a being with a powerful soul.

This person's strength is superior to his own!

He didn't dare to face Li Xiaohua.

Just like Li Yuanba, the fictional god of war, Li Xiaohua showed a posture of resisting the murderer, resisting the shackles of the undead and carrying his heavy body, approaching the photographer through all obstacles.

Also moved closer to the lake.

"Even if you can beat me, your speed is not faster than mine!"

"Even if you are full of fighting spirit and courage, it is impossible for you to truly not be affected by the will of the undead!"

"Your friends will not all be as strong as you, they will sink into hell soon! My friends will come to support immediately!"

indeed so.

If you just face the photographer, even if you are facing the heavy effects of negative emotions, even if you can't breathe normally.

Li Xiaohua is also confident, relying on her strong personal ability and momentum to defeat her opponents.

But this will definitely take some time.

And if his teammates lose, then there is no point in winning this battle alone.

What's more, on top of the Styx River, there is also the owner of the Styx River.

At this time, Li Xiaohua only reluctantly did not put herself at a disadvantage.

But if you really want to say that you are at an advantage, you can't even talk about it.

He swam upwards with great speed.

Although the situation is very clear in his mind, Li Xiaohua has one advantage.

That's what you can't understand. If you don't think about it, a journey of a thousand miles begins with a single step.

Whether it is an enemy of ten thousand people or a killing of a thousand people, you have to start with the first opponent.

"I can't control that much anymore. If I fall into the hands of the boatman today, I will accept it, but I will have someone to support me when I die!"

With this mentality, Li Xiaohua began to fight back!

In fact, it is as ferocious as the most powerful evil spirits in the River Styx!

There was no hesitation in his eyes, no wavering in his heart.

"If the female devil were here, she would definitely be able to sweep away these monsters and monsters!"

"Although the female devil is not here, her man is!"

This is a very strange feeling. Li Xiaohua actually just met Qin Ze not long ago.

But inexplicably, he felt a sense of trust in Qin Ze.

Not only Qin Ze, maybe Li Xiaohua had expectations for all the Homesickers from the first game.

It is impossible for these guys with heavy wishes to end up in the Styx!

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"One, two, three, four... Well, the fifth one has not been solved yet, which is not surprising. The foreign aid who suddenly joined seems to be one of the two people who won the equestrian competition not long ago."

"A competitive country always has some very powerful variables. But the prerequisite is that they do not participate in the hell ball game."

Luo Yan spoke with a leisurely expression.

Although there is still a battle with no outcome yet, in Luo Yan's view, there is no suspense in this game.

He was still squatting by the lake, watching the sinking figure of "Fuxi".

This was a one-sided battle, and it was also the situation Luo Yan expected.

People without "breathing skills" will only become more and more cumbersome in the Styx.

Spiritual bodies that are not ferried will eventually remain silent in hell.

of course there are exceptions.

Just like when a person is seriously injured and dying, he seems to be able to see familiar people.

This is soul blessing.

In layman's terms, it's what people say: I seem to see that I am too grandma.

But this situation is extremely rare.

How slim it would be to meet the key soul among so many undead souls in the Styx. Countless dead people are like the sand in the vast desert. The dust that happens to know you, the dust that happens to be willing to protect you, happens to be nearby, happens to be in this river area, how lucky should it be?

The possibility of this is so slim that it can almost be ignored.

But for some reason, Luo Yan noticed something strange.

"Styx, something is wrong."

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Consciousness is falling endlessly.

No. 4 can no longer feel the attack from Baizu.

He was just stuck at his sister's funeral and could never find relief.

He looked at the people around him crying and laughing, looked at the only black and white portrait of the person he loved most, and realized again and again that someone had left him forever.

The drizzle is like other people's sadness, and the endless turbulence and addiction are the pain of No. 4.

He was extremely eager to delete his memories, and he was extremely eager to throw all his huge sorrow into the recycling bin.

But he couldn't do it.

Number 4 was in so much pain that he thought he would go to hell with this kind of pain.

Maybe this is hell.

But just as he was thinking this, the feeling of drizzle suddenly disappeared.

The rain did not stop, but an umbrella appeared above No. 4’s head:

"Long time no see. Why are you still the same as before?"

No. 4 was stunned, and all the pain seemed to stop in an instant.

He raised his head in shock and looked at the somewhat unreal figure.

The world around him continued, the crying, the chatter of people, the noise of children, continued.

It's like a sad song looping around.

But No. 4 could no longer hear him. He and the woman who suddenly appeared were like beings from another world.

"elder sister?"

"I am the source of your pain, but you have never deleted me."

My sister said with a smile with tears in her eyes.

Number Four didn't know how to respond. He thought it was a hallucination before his death.

He tried to reach out and touch, afraid that what he would touch was nothingness.

But the sister took the initiative to get closer, allowing No. 4 to feel the true warmth of a living person.

"No matter how machines cover your flesh and blood, no matter how your computing power advances by leaps and bounds, your soul will never grow and remain the same as before."

"I'm sorry, brother, I didn't know that my death would bring you such pain."

"I didn't know your soul was still standing there waiting for me."

When the elder sister said this, she suddenly threw away her umbrella and hugged No. 4, who was still a teenager.

No. 4 was at a loss for a moment, but as a spirit, something had appeared in his eyes that had not appeared in a long time.

It was a tear.

"I always thought that I understood you. But I ignored one thing. I ignored your concern for me and your love for me."

Number 4 finally asked her inner doubts:

"Sister, why are you here?"

"Because someone told me you were here."

"who's that person?"

Four had more questions.

But my sister shook her head and said:

"That's not important anymore. What's important is that I want to take you out of here."

"Brother, the soul is still a human being. This is not a sad thing."

Sister let go of her embrace and held No. 4's hand.

In the boundless pain, No. 4 suddenly felt that his body became lighter.

"If you really become a machine, then you will also lose human emotions. To you, I am a memory that should be deleted."

"But you never deleted it, right?"

No. 4 did not respond.

Indeed, after he had a mechanized body, the chip in his mind told him more than once that he wanted to delete the memory of a certain person.

That is a memory that will make you indulge in pain. It is a kind of... weakness.

But No. 4 was never deleted.

He hates being human, but on the other hand, he is afraid that if something is lost, he will no longer be himself.

The Old Calendar form, in the final analysis, is the abandonment of human identity.

"Brother, thank you, I really feel the love."

"Some people say that a person is truly dead only when he is completely forgotten by everyone."

"But I never imagined that I would be remembered forever in someone's mind."

When the sister said this, she took a deep breath, stared at No. 4, and said seriously and poignantly:

"Don't give up your identity as a human being, don't forget me! That way, I can truly live forever!"

"You will find a new balance. Before you achieve perfect evolution, please first find the anchor that can hold your humanity."

The world has completely changed.

The funeral scene with no exit suddenly became turbid.

The cries of the evil spirits stopped abruptly, the surroundings were no longer the scenes in those memories, and the water of the Styx was still muddy yellow.

The boy who was about to sink into the ground suddenly opened his eyes.

At this moment, he seemed to anchor his human identity again.

His soul is growing little by little.

The "sister" who was attracted by the unknown soul allowed No. 4 to reconcile with his human identity at the last moment.

He suddenly recalled that he became a mechanical life essentially to keep his sister alive permanently.

But after truly becoming a mechanical life, he also lost part of his "human" element.

He began to reject himself.

Start pursuing absolute rationality and higher computing power.

In the process, he forgot his original intention.

As the anchor disappeared, the brain chip continued to send out instructions to "delete sister".

But again and again, he refused.

But No. 4 doesn’t know how long he can refuse.

He has gradually lost his "human" identity and turned into an old monster, a mechanical life.

But today, when he was drowning in the River Styx, he realized that he had been trying his best to retain his human characteristics.

The soul is still the human soul.

As a mechanical being, he hated his human soul, so he fell into self-collapse.

But not long ago, the undead "sister" who was led by someone reminded No. 4 of his original intention.

"Only as a human can I remember her forever!"

When this reconciliation is accomplished, Four seems to re-anchor the human element of himself.

He suddenly opened his eyes, no longer confused!

His eyes were so sharp that the middle part of the River Styx, like a centipede floating in the sky, suddenly felt a sense of crisis.

The next second, the arms of countless undead were broken, and No. 4's body suddenly became light, swimming upstream at extremely fast speeds!

At this moment, Baizu felt as if he had seen a monster!

"Impossible! How did you master breathing?"

Baizu couldn't believe what she saw, and No. 4 didn't know what happened.

But everything seems to be related to the mysterious person who "led" my sister to appear.

But now, he doesn't want to think about the reason. What he has to do is to defeat the enemy in front of him!

As they come to terms with themselves, Four's spirit seems to continue to grow.

Centipede waved its long, centipede-like body, trying to stop No. 4.

But No. 4 didn't dodge at all, just like an arrow, it went straight towards Centipede.

The collision in the water caused huge twists and turns.

Baizu's body shattered instantly.

Countless spirit bodies are actually "parts", the shells Baizu uses to cover his own body.

Now that this shell has faded away, No. 4 sees the incomplete centipede.

The body with hundreds of hands and feet was gone, and what appeared in No. 4's eyes was just a deformed body with missing arms and legs.

Because of deformities, mutilated limbs, and suffering from the cold eyes of others, the first thing he did after having the old history was to take revenge on society.

After degenerating into the old calendar form, his obsession also gave him enough "limbs".

It's just that the part of the spirit body is still a incomplete limb.

In this regard, Number Four is somewhat similar to Centipede.

But the nature is completely different. In order to remember a person, No. 4 forcibly killed his own growth, and his soul will always stay in the way he was when he was a teenager attending a funeral.

Baizu stopped growing because she was jealous of others and disgusted with the world.

So when Baizu first saw No. 4 with mutilated limbs in the stadium, he stared at No. 4, thinking he had found a toy to play with.

In other words, I thought I had found a target to show off to.

But the two are actually very different.

Although one does not grow and stays in place, it always has a complete soul.

Although a person has been corrupted by monsters and has more and more monster parts in his soul, the human part is always incomplete.

The balance of victory and defeat was still tilted in the opposite direction. Only then did Baizu remember that No. 4 seemed to have never looked at him in the eyes from the beginning to the end.

It became angry and tried to control the broken spirit body to launch an encirclement and suppression campaign against No. 4.

But No. 4, who has mastered "breathing", is obviously the more powerful party at this moment.

Number 4 held the centipede human spirit part by its neck and swam toward the top of the Styx at an extremely fast speed.

He wants to win the game. Even if he reaches a reconciliation, even if he no longer hates the human part of himself, he still has to win the game and find the place where he is welcomed and needed.

"Even if you are lucky enough to master breathing! Your teammates are already dead! By the time the Styx summons ends... you will be defeated due to insufficient numbers!"

The deformed giant baby-like centipede roared, and No. 4 didn't care at all.

Thinking of the mysterious person who brought his sister’s soul, No. 4 said softly:

"They won't lose."

…

…

Akasi's body was falling endlessly.

When the silt and river water poured into his body, his body was already too heavy to stop his fall by swimming.

But I don’t know when...

The undead arms that were pulling Acas no longer pulled Acas.

There is only endless darkness around.

This is the muddy area of ​​the River Styx, where many unwilling spirits hide.

This is the entrance to hell, and countless evil spirits are like beasts in the darkness.

Akasi no longer struggled and could not struggle.

He could only let the darkness swallow him completely.

But just when he completely gave up resistance, he suddenly heard a sentence.

"Acas, have you brought my suicide note?"

"And mine, I'm from the Mist Walker Team, Acas, do you still remember me?"

"Why do you ask such boring questions? Akasi has just arrived here now. What you should be asking is, isn't it how the Land of Chaos is doing?"

"Yeah, how's it going in Chaos Weiland?"

"Has the country we expected appeared? Is our death worth it?"

"Are we, the guys in hell who are unwilling to remain silent, heroes?"

Questions came from the border of hell, like human voices heard at the entrance of the abyss.

Akasi's whole body was shaken, and the drowsy feeling completely disappeared.

Mistline, what a familiar name.

Of course he remembered Fog Xing.

Of course he remembered that when the revelation in the sky was divided into two, the team was divided into the fog team and the thunder team.

Everyone only had a 50% chance of surviving, so the high priest asked a group of people to go into the thunderstorm and a pair of people to go into the mist.

Put both prophecies and revelations into practice.

At the crossroads of fate, Akasi chose the Thunder Team.

And when they successfully survived and waited for the next revelation, Akasi also understood...

The entire Mist Team was wiped out.

He guessed that he had really gone to hell.

How else could we hear the voices of those who have passed away?

"I have brought the suicide note. I have brought everyone's suicide note! As long as you tell me your name, I can recite the contents."

Akas responded to the darkness around him.

This sentence caused a moment of silence, followed by a relieved laugh.

"Thank you, Akas. How is our country doing?"

Akas said:

"Our country has been freed from the curse, and our wives and children are no longer bound to the space where stability is maintained."

"Our people no longer have the fear of life and death, and we no longer have to live in fear. We will never disappear for no reason again!"

At some point, there was a choking sound all around.

"That's great...that's great. Then our death will be worth it."

"Yes, yes... Even though I am dead, my children and my wife will no longer worry about dying in the turbulence of time."

"I don't have children or a wife, but I'm so happy for you."

Many familiar voices sounded in the dark underground.

Tears as turbid as the Styx also welled up in Akasi's eyes.

If the end of life is to end up in hell with these comrades who have experienced life and death decisions together, then at least this journey will not be lonely.

He seemed to have gained some energy, and his voice became louder and louder:

"Each of your names are in the huge monument of the Kingdom of Luanwei. No matter where the Kingdom of Luanwei will move to in the future, no matter how the world changes, you will not be forgotten!"

"The country of Chaos Wei will usher in a prosperous age, and you who sacrificed for this prosperous age are all heroes!"

"Every bit of courage you exerted when you made your decision has not been abandoned. They will be passed on to every living person in the country of Chaos Wei..."

"The future of the country of Chaos Wei, and the prosperous age of the country of Chaos Wei, will surely be what you expect!"

The cries in hell are finally no longer just wailing and mourning, pain and resentment.

At the entrance to hell, those members of the Mist Walker team who had died in the decision were crying with joy.

Even if they become souls in the Netherworld, they have been waiting for a result.

Waiting for the news of breaking the curse in the land of chaos.

Now, under the guidance of one person, they have waited for that result. They gathered at the entrance to hell and actually saw Akasi's arrival.

But they did not welcome Akasi.

In other words, it's not the right time yet.

"Thank you, Akas, we got the message, but you don't belong to us."

"Yes, let's talk about the welcome ceremony later."

"Acas of the Thunder Squadron, please wait until the Kingdom of Chaos and Wei finally arrives in its heyday before you die. We will continue to wait for news from you in hell."

Countless hands that were supposed to drag Acas into the ground instead chose to hold up the turbid and heavy soul.

Countless hands of hell propped Acas up.

It's like a countercurrent erupting from the depths of hell!

Akasi's body is moving backwards.

"Fog Walker Team obeys orders!"

A rich voice sounded, that was the commander of the Mist Walker Team.

"Arrived!" Countless members of the Mist Traveling Team responded uniformly.

In the depths of hell, these spirits seemed to have returned to the eve of their death.

"Send Acas to the River Styx! Even if our souls are gone!"

"As ordered!" The sonorous reply contained the consciousness of going to death.

The evil spirits of hell put on their battle robes again at this moment.

After this order, Akas felt that there seemed to be thousands of troops running in the darkness!

The essence of Arkasi is still a living being. As long as the living beings return to the River Styx, they will return to the human world when the ferry is over.

But the undead are different. If the undead swim too far away from hell... they will die.

But for the Mist Walker Team, it's nothing more than dying again.

Akasi's eyes filled with tears, and an ugly expression appeared on his handsome face.

He thought he had long looked down on life and death, but at this moment, when he was redeemed by those who had died... he couldn't hold back the surging sadness in his heart.

The river bed began to shake, symbolizing the muddy area at the entrance to hell. Suddenly, the muddy sand turned the yellow Styx into even more turbid.

Like a thick gray mist rising in the distance.

And in the gray mist, a large group of undead were rushing towards them with the force of gold and iron.

The snake girl, who had already determined that Akash was dead, suddenly turned around, her pupils shrank suddenly, and she couldn't believe what she saw.

What a weird scene.

The guy who was supposed to be devoured by the undead was like an evil ghost from hell, leading thousands of troops behind him and launching a sprint towards the world!

The snake girl's figure is so huge, but yet so small under the torrent of undead!

Among the many duels, the showdown between Snake Girl and Akasi is the least suspenseful in Snake Girl's opinion.

Akas didn't even have time to defend himself before he was swallowed up by the turbulent flow of undead.

But now, everything is reversed.

The snake girl didn't even have time to resist before she was swallowed up by the turbulent flow of undead.

…

…

Qin Ze and Ling Aozhe are still sinking.

A spirit body was pierced by chains and shattered.

One is wailing hugely, using the last remaining heat of his life to illuminate his daughter who only exists in his memory.

"How could I die here?"

Ling Aozhe was so unwilling.

How he wanted to solve the mystery about Ling Hansu.

He wanted to know what Ling Hansu had left for him.

Such a powerful existence, an existence that is feared by the whole world, a person who is just a trace of life and is feared by the old calendar...

Why do you want to leave a memory between father and daughter in your mind?

He couldn't figure it out, and his confusion was getting heavier and heavier just like the negative emotions in his body.

The body is getting closer and closer to hell.

But at this moment, Ling Aozhe suddenly asked himself:

“Why should it make sense?”

He remembered that Han Su would cry loudly when he peed his pants when he was a child.

I remember when Han Su was a child, she would cry loudly when she was bullied.

No matter how much my mother coaxes me, it's useless. I have to coax me as a father.

A daughter is her father's little cotton-padded jacket. When the father works hard for his daughter, the daughter will also give her father warmth.

He still remembered one time when his daughter called him and cried to him. She was at the top of the Bianwei Building in Linxiang City. She was crying and thanking her life. She seemed to be overwhelmed by life and wanted to jump off the building at the time.

But when death was imminent, she still called the suicide helpline.

Saved by the kind operator.

Ling Aozhe was thinking that her daughter must have been very sad at that time, right?

What has she experienced? Why can't she think about it?

These memories kept flooding into Ling Aozhe's mind, and in the end...

He suddenly understood that it didn't need to be meaningful.

A father doesn't need to be meaningful to remember his daughter.

A daughter's desire to be remembered by her father does not need to be meaningful.

"Qin Ze, I can't remember..."

Ling Aozhe screamed as he fell into hell.

"But I don't regret it. This weird world shows that my daughter needs me!"

“Why should it make sense?”

"In your eyes, she is the ruler of the old calendar and a big shot. But in my eyes, she is just my daughter!"

"Daughters are born to complain to their fathers, and daughters are born to be coquettish with their fathers!"

"Maybe at the end of her life, she just wanted me to remember her?"

"Each of us has someone we absolutely don't want to forget, right?"

Hei Lu heard these words, and Qin Ze on the other side also heard them.

Perhaps it was the luck in the body that allowed the pair, who had been friends for years, to have some kind of resonance and connection.

Qin Ze heard these words.

Yeah, why should it make sense?

Why does Ling Hansu, as the master of the old calendar, have to leave a memory with some kind of secret?

If you fall into despair, you will also think of your father, right?

Ling Aozhe on the other side seemed to realize that this was the end of his life.

He used great perseverance to push away those heavy negative emotions and shouted with all his strength:

"Qin Ze! I don't know what that memory is. She left me too many memories. I really don't know which one is the most important. But for me, every memory is important! "

"The world wants to kill me! So many people want to kill me. But I won't doubt myself anymore!"

"It doesn't matter if I can't remember it! It doesn't matter even if I don't know why she gave me this memory!"

"How can I be a mistake! I am her father! I want to live! I am the evidence of her existence! I want to live! She cannot be wrong!"

"What father would let his child's efforts to prove turn out to be a mistake?"

Ling Aozhe really had no choice.

He wants to live, but he is an ordinary person in the true sense of the word.

He couldn't defeat Black Deer, and he couldn't stop himself from sinking into hell.

All he can do is believe in miracles.

When a person is about to drown, he will definitely grab everything he can and use all means to survive.

And in the end, the only one Ling Aozhe could catch... was Qin Ze.

Only this young man carried him from the torrential rainy night to a foreign country.

Every word of the unwilling shouting was passed into Qin Ze's broken spirit body.

Yes, how can a father let his children turn out to be wrong when they work hard to prove something?

Qin Ze thought of Qin Han.

The man who constantly praised himself but kowtowed to others.

He was clearly in school, apologizing and bending over, being ridiculed, but when he returned home, he praised himself:

"Son, you are right! They are really afraid! When you grow up, you must also learn to use legal weapons to protect yourself!"

Qin Ze still remembers Qin Han's smile at that time.

Qin Han kept this clumsy lie hidden until his death.

Because it is impossible for a father to let his son make mistakes.

Qin Han is already dead, and Qin Ze has no way to come back to life.

The gap between life and death is too thick. Even in the weirdest world of the old calendar, there is still a wide river of Styx.

But at least... at least let Ling Aozhe survive.

What is the secret left by Ling Hansu? That may not be a mystery that can be solved now.

That may not be important at all. Maybe everything is really just a great existence. When she was about to die, she chose to confide in her father, longing for this world. Is there anyone who can remember her?

Or, being remembered itself is the piece of the puzzle.

But that doesn't matter anymore.

The important thing is that he wants Ling Aozhe to survive!

It was also at this moment that the sadness and anger in Qin Ze's heart reached the extreme limit.

On the quiet court No. 3, twelve people remained motionless.

The body that carries their abilities, as well as the props on the body, cannot be used.

But there is one exception.

That is a watch that establishes a connection with the soul.

The hands of the watch were turning rapidly.

The dial began to shatter and the hands began to twist, as if some huge force was destroying the prop.

But the prop itself continues to operate.

The speed of the pointer's rotation is so fast.

…

…

In auditorium No. 3, Qiao Wei, who was a little lonely, raised her head, as if she sensed something.

The calendar she had hidden in her robe glowed faintly.

"The power of Dzogchen..."

When a certain power of Dzogchen is released, the surrounding old calendar will also feel it.

Qiao Wei did not expect that Qin Ze had only obtained the calendar for three weeks, and he had made full calculations and only made more than ten attempts.

But there has already been a Dzogchen level trend.

She smiled, but her smile was a little lonely.

…

…

Dzogchen.

In Qin Ze's career, there was only one great success.

That's when the graves are swept. It was also on that day that Qin Ze met Ling Aozhe.

One worships his own father, and the other worships his non-existent daughter as a father.

That was the first time the two met. Before that, Ling Aozhe had only seen Qin Ze's information in his capacity as chairman and expressed his liking for the young man.

But the two never met face to face.

That time of great perfection was because Qin Ze's emotions reached the extreme when he saw his father.

But this time, his emotions reached the extreme level because he wanted to protect a father.

But this time... the source of Qin Ze's power is still that man - Qin Han.

When the spirit body is broken, when the body returns to the bottom of the Styx, when oneself falls into hell...

This means that death is coming.

And that Great Consummation gave Qin Ze immunity from death.

[Dzogchen Blessing·Guardian of the Dead. 】

[Guardian of the Dead: There is no duration limit. Even if it ends today, it will still take effect. It will be consumed when you encounter death. And help you get out of trouble.

Death includes death from disease, death from aging, accidental death, combat death, and rule-based death. 】

The moment Qin Ze experienced death, the blessing of the deceased also took effect.

And under the influence of the watch, the huge power of luck also began to exert its effect, using Qin Ze's emotions as the driving force... to protect the dead, it had a more vast effect.

Qin Ze's broken spirit body was put back together in hell by a man with facial features quite similar to his.

And the next second, the man hugged his child.

"You have grown up and have met many great friends."

"I'm really happy for you."

The man didn't stop much, the calendar gave him the ability to save his children.

And watches amplify this ability...

At this moment, the man named Qin Han, blessed by the power of the old calendar and the power of the watch, was like a god.

In the process of repairing Qin Ze's spiritual body, he also came into contact with Qin Ze's memory.

He lamented that his son was really a genius, and even his experiences were so much more magical than his own.

And the next second, he disappeared.

He appeared next to a woman's soul:

"Your brother is trapped on the day of your funeral. Do you want to see him? I can take you to see him."

The woman was in disbelief. In the endless darkness of death, she never thought that she would see her living brother again.

After doing all this, Qin Han disappeared again.

In the borders of hell, he gathered countless good men and women who sacrificed their lives for the country.

"Don't let his journey end so early. Hell is not a good place. So, I implore you to stop him."

So the thousands of troops from the Chaos Wei Kingdom launched a charge in the River Styx.

Just like what is introduced in Dzogchen, in addition to avoiding death, it will also help calendar owners get rid of the dilemma of death...

There is no doubt that Qin Han did it.

It's just a pity that he didn't find the soul of the master of the old calendar.

Because he didn't see Ling Hansu's appearance in his son's memory.

But enough is enough. Even with the perfect calendar and a watch that can turn luck into some special energy, Qin Han won't have too much time.

In the process of Qin Ze's consciousness splicing...

Qin Han said to Qin Ze:

"Although you must want to live forever and let me stay with you and watch over you forever... But isn't the child, the father, just to help the child overcome difficulties?"

"Besides, you are all good boys, carrying such heavy wishes and defeating so many powerful enemies, you are very handsome!"

"I believe you will grow into a towering tree that I all need to look up to."

"Now, go and defeat that little boatman. He is just a boatman crossing the River Styx, but he thinks he is the Lord of Hell. I really don't like him."

"Hell hides horrors that even the gods dare not touch, but does he think he can control it?"

"It's just that from now on, you will have to deal with these guys you don't like on your own."

"Ozawa, daddy loves you, but it's time for me to go."

These were Qin Han's last words.

After these words, the dead person who protected everyone also exhausted the power of the dead person's protection and returned to the darkness of the mud zone.

The moment Qin Ze opened his eyes...

A miracle really happened.

He originally thought he was "receiving orders at the last moment of danger", but when he saw that familiar smiling face submerged in the darkness, Qin Ze understood everything.

This is not a temporary job, this is a skill that is more powerful than the skills of temporary workers.

The repaired spirit body seems to have more power than before.

Qin Ze didn't say much. He just felt a little grateful and regretful.

I originally thought that I could stay with that man by not dying.

But now, all this can only become a regret.

Qin Ze began to swim hard to somewhere.

On the Styx River, Luo Yan seemed to sense something was wrong.

He kept slapping the water of the Styx in fear, and he couldn't understand how a mortal man could make a comeback!

Why did such majestic vitality suddenly emerge from this panic and darkness?

He kept slapping the water, creating countless ripples.

Countless iron chains once again crashed into Qin Ze like a dragon entering the sea.

But Qin Ze was like a ranger who had been marching in hell for a long time, completely ignoring the obstacles in the water and moving faster than the most ferocious ghosts.

He quickly found Ling Aozhe and dragged him out of the mud at the entrance to hell.

And the black deer was as excited as if it had seen prey.

Ling Aozhe is really not a challenge enough for Black Deer.

Heilu didn't expect that someone could be so fast.

"As expected of the captain of this team!"

It thought that if it defeated Fuxi, it would be a great honor.

But soon, Black Deer discovered that the battle was over.

Its enemy is not Fuxi at all.

The boat on the Styx River was extremely fast.

Luo Yan felt some kind of fear.

Often walking on the River Styx, I lost my fear of life and death and gained a feeling of being able to dominate hell.

He even asked two guards and evil companions to do black and white.

But he had never felt hell.

Now, the fear in Luo Yan's heart drives him to continuously use his abilities.

The face that was whiter than the dead was even paler, showing a sickly look.

Countless iron chains were constantly born from the ripples of the Styx, trying to crush Qin Ze's spirit body.

But he never thought that these indiscriminate attacks would penetrate Black Deer.

The counterattack belonging to the Homesick Team begins at this moment!

This suffocating duel is about to usher in unexpected changes.

Holding up countless dead souls, the first one to rush out of the water was Akasi.

Around Akasi, countless dead souls with human silhouettes instantly turned into ashes.

In the endless anger and sadness, Acas used the momentum of riding the waves to rush towards the lonely boat!

On the other side of the battlefield, Li Xiaohua twisted off the head full of eyes on the peeping spirit body.

This man codenamed Li Yuanba was the only one who had not been at a disadvantage in the entire duel.

When he felt the surge of the Styx River, Li Yuanba became so powerful that the photographer was so scared that he couldn't move.

Number four is next.

Compared to Akasi, who had thousands of troops, and Li Yuanba, who was unparalleled in momentum, No. 4 seemed quite stable.

He no longer had the initial emotional breakdown.

Whether it was defeating Centipede or emerging from the water of the Styx, he seemed to be able to do it with ease.

On the left and right sides of the boat, Akasi and Li Yuanba, one controlled Hei Wuchang and the other controlled Bai Wuchang.

And when No. 4 appeared, the speed of the fast-moving boat began to slow down.

Luo Yan couldn't believe how it was possible that everyone in this group of people had been blessed by the undead?

Everyone happens to have mastered Styx Breathing?

Some of them even have mud on their bodies. People who have advanced to the hell zone...can actually survive?

He was terrified, but he didn't dare to jump into the water.

He is afraid of the underworld.

As a ferryman and a boatman, he let countless people drown in hell, but he was afraid of hell itself.

But obviously, his fear could not change his ending.

The guy who couldn't be intercepted by countless chain attacks seemed to stretch out his hand from the depths of hell!

The black and white impermanence is controlled.

The speeding boat was hindered.

Finally, Qin Ze had the opportunity to launch the final blow.

When he saw that hand, Luo Yan was so frightened that he exclaimed:

"Get away! Get away!"

He stretched out his leg to kick Qin Ze's hand away, but Qin Ze grabbed his leg instead.

Then Qin Ze pulled hard.

The boatman, who was leisurely overlooking hell on the boat, finally fell into the River Styx!

"Go to hell!"

The water from the Netherworld River poured into Qin Ze's body, but his spiritual body showed no turbidity.

He never knew what Qin Han did to him when he finally left.

But he knows that those who fool others into hell will surely be devoured by hell!

The water of the Netherworld River is so cold.

Luo Yan naturally mastered the breathing technique, but he still felt suffocated.

Qin Ze pushed Ling Aozhe up with one hand and pressed Luo Yan's neck with the other hand.

Then he suddenly fell and pushed Luo Yan into the depths of the netherworld.

The huge impact caused the mud to explode like mud mist.

Only this time, there were no thousands of troops.

What awaits Luo Yan is endless darkness.

When Luo Yan's body touched the muddy area, which is the boundary of hell...

Countless dark arms stretched out from the mud, and in just a moment, Luo Yan's body was torn apart.

The spirit body was completely broken.

Qin Ze, on the other hand, looked at the skylight at the top of the Styx River and then at the mud under his feet. He waved and said his final goodbyes to a certain man.

The battle between Homesick and the First Legend, winner, Team Homesick.

The later processing is a bit rough, mainly because I can’t write anymore. I’ll fix it later.