Su Mingan pulled Xiboer and rushed to the outside world with her.

The heavy poisonous rain, the people who prayed in a low voice, the seal holding the black knife... were all left behind by him... He stepped through the barrier he set up, jumped over the screaming crowd, ran from the sky to the earth, and the pulling Xiboer was as light as a piece of paper.

She seemed to be unable to walk anymore, her legs and feet became thinner, and even a piece of pale bones appeared.

The vast rain falls on the plain, and from a distance, it looks like a painting of sand and white endlessly.

Like the sea of ​​fire five years ago, he carried her back and couldn't walk.

"...Don't sleep," he said.

He was going to the original wooden house to find Yuan Shuangshuang, the first leader who should have died, to obtain the authority of the Black Crow. This authority represents a curse, and it may solve the situation of Simbor.

The uncertainty brought by reincarnation is too great. Players who have been eliminated may all be resurrected. Now that things have come to this, he does not want her to reincarnate again.

"...You finally came to save me." She said, "...If I die this time, will I still see you in the next cycle?"

Her voice was getting lower and lower, as if she could fall asleep at any time.

The curse threat brought by emotional fluctuations, the physical failure caused by sacrifice of vitality, the physical wounds damaged by natural disasters and poisonous rain... All factors that may destroy her life at any time are intertwined to count down her life.

She was actually in great pain, and the wounds caused by the poisonous rain had rotted and painful. Her body had completely failed, and there were curses on the verge of an outbreak. They were wandering in every corner of her body, ready to rot her into a pool of mud at any time.

The pain that she was extremely familiar with was becoming clearer and clearer when spreading from the nerve endings.

What is the scene behind it? Whether this cycle of reincarnation will be a result, and whether Feng Chang has caught up with her, she no longer wants to think about it.

Every breath she breathed was covered with blood.

"I just... want them to have a place to stay, not be condemned, not be rejected, not be despised like me," she said:

“…Su Mingan, am I wrong?”

Su Mingan didn't say anything, he ran forward quickly.

He smelled a burnt smell, which was the broken wound on Xiboer's body, and the sizzling sound was like flesh burning in the flames.

"Don't talk, save your energy." He saw it.

The people of the First Tribe gathered in the square, and there was no one in the area here. He lifted the wooden board and entered the underground passage.

The raven leads the way ahead, and the rain curtain is isolated.

He activated the acceleration skill of the Forty Wind Boots and rushed forward like a wind.

Xiboer's body must not last for the fifteenth day at this time, and he must find a way.

In the usual cycle of reincarnation, she would die of depletion due to sacrifice of her vitality, not to mention that she used her tentacles too many times this time, and she had already depleted to the extreme.

...If she had told him these things earlier and chose to believe him, they would not have come to this point at all.

But she is a little liar.

Little liar full of lies.

A little liar who doesn't tell the truth at all.

He had to peel layer after layer like peeling an onion before he could discover the secret hidden in her heart.

Her spirit was too tired and her temperament was too sensitive, and her memory became mixed and confused by many alienated endings. There was no understanding or companion around her, and she was always despair and death.

A human being is not a machine, and being able to barely maintain oneself is the ultimate she can do.

However, he will inevitably feel a little sad when he sees a person who is so similar to him.

...I hope he won't fall into this situation one day.

...Into a desperate situation like [dead].

Unable to give up responsibilities, die repeatedly, be crazy repeatedly, and collapse repeatedly.

If it weren't for outsiders like him to intervene, Xibo's ultimate fate would have been to completely give up consciousness and thinking ability and fall into endless reincarnation.

Can't get out of it.

Never end.

"…Su Ming'an." She said: "I clearly know that even a mistake in judgment of choices can lead to the worst outcome."

"I just want... everyone can live freely. Their survival should be more orthodox than anything..." she said.

"... Faith should not be the source of curse. No one can be blamed for just being 'living'. People should have the life they control..." She said: "Su Ming'an, what I want to do is just this."

“…But no one believes me, no one understands me…”

"...They are a group of idiots, idiots who cannot see the truth, idiots who are blinded by their faith, idiots who will only shirk responsibility to pagan idiots, idiots who do not know that their faith is the source of disaster..." Speaking of this, as if a string in her heart suddenly broke, her voice suddenly rose.

"—But why can't I save these ignorant, ignorant, selfish idiots?"

"—Why do I have so many opportunities, but I can only watch people who shouldn't die again and again?"

"—Why!! I obviously have unlimited opportunities—but I can't even save such a fool?"

In the quiet underground passage, except for the sound of raven feathers slapping, it only echoed the wailing sound of her tearing her throat.

Between the dirt roads, the desolation covered slowly rolls in the swaying shadows.

Su Mingan turned his head and looked at her eyes with a clear light flowing.

“…because we are all ‘idas’,” he said.

She looked at him with a blurry gaze and opened her mouth.

Bloody liquid flowed out from the lip.

She began to vomit blood.

He had tried his best to run, but he could only see that her condition was getting worse and worse.

Racing against time in the competition of death is the most exciting, helpless and overestimable behavior.

The dark red bits slowly flowed down her body, splitting between the soil.

"…Fate is terrible," she said, "but I still have to leave."

"...Because at least you came to save me." She said, "I want to see the sunshine with you."

...

【NPC (Xiboer) favorability: 90 points (friendlines).】

...

The first tribe and the original wooden house were too far away.

At first, Su Mingan felt that her condition could last until that time, but as time went by, her body had become lighter and lighter.

"My curse is about to break out," she said. "I can only use my tentacles again."

"…use." Su Mingan said.

At this moment, he felt like a attending doctor facing a dying patient, trying his best to save the creature with holes on his back.

Xibur pulled a smile, and a black tentacle broke out from behind her, covered her spine, and began to absorb the curse on her body.

Using these tentacles will sacrifice her vitality, but if the curse is not purified, she will burst out the curse and die early.

She is dying slowly, delaying her immediate death.

"...Don't look back, don't look, looking at these tentacles will be very bad for your spirit..." said Xibur.

"Don't you want to alienate me?" Su Mingan said.

"I never thought of alienating you," she said.

"Another lie."

"Really," she said: "Even if one day I have to alienate you, in the end, I will definitely let you go."

"...hold it for a while," he said.

He seemed to have been running in this passage for a long time.

The sky is not visible here, and even the concept of time becomes blurred. Only the rumbling sounds on the ground are vaguely heard, and the rain seems to be getting heavier and heavier.

He felt a lighter on his back, and Siber put away her tentacles.

"What? Is it not to purify the curse?" he said.

He turned around and glanced at her appearance.

He saw the frost between her eyebrows, like white snow.

Under the light of the watch, her facial features have never been so clear. Her sea-blue eyes are like the real sea, reflecting everything she wants to see.

——It seems that the world is just a opening and closing in the blink of an eye.

Her eyes were no longer indifferent.

It was like the god who had been standing for a long time that finally had emotions. When she met his sight, she smiled gently and gently.

——Expose her old face covered with wrinkles and mixed with rotten flesh and blood.

She is old, her flesh and blood are rolling, and her skin is full of flesh and blood.
To be continued...