At this time, the same camera was photographed and reflected to the whole world. Every screen and the picture in front of everyone is definitely different.

Some people saw children playing in the snow. Some people saw couples walking on the beach holding hands and stepping on the waves. Some people saw old couples basking in the sun on the bench in the park. Some people saw young couples quarreling endlessly over the waste of toilet paper in a small house.

Laughing, singing, love words, scolding, accusing, greetings... All kinds of sounds in the world are like small streams, turning into rivers and engaging in people's ears.

There...is there, deep in the thick fog, there must be a country, a country of peace, civilization, tranquility, freedom and stability. There, the ordinary that people who own this world hope for the most.

In an ordinary morning, when the sky is slightly bright, you have to force yourself to get up and ride a bicycle to take the subway.

It is not easy to quit smoking for a week and buy two boxes of cherries to comfort your wife.

The simple phone greeting made the mother who was far away from her hometown forget that the fish was still boiled on the gas stove, the father was eating the scorched fish, listening to her mother's nagging, and worried about her son who was working hard in a foreign land.

In two cities, more than 500 kilometers apart, dozens of high-speed train tickets traveling every year are tied to two souls who are reluctant to part with them.

This is the most real life in the ordinary world.

There is not so much luxury and pleasure, nor so much satisfactory, but more of the helplessness of life and the difficult difficulties.

But... It is this ordinary thing that makes people in the strange world start to yearn for a longing.

Even in the strange world, most countries have long given up using cheap manual labor.

The high productivity of society can ensure that every citizen has a relatively fulfilling material life.

But... Living like this makes people feel darker and gloomy, just like through layers of sky, their eyes passed through the sky that were rising into the sky, looking at the trees in the distance... but they couldn't find any hope.

At this moment, someone suddenly had an absurd idea.

"Maybe it's not them who are forgotten, but us."

"Maybe it's not them who fell into hell, but us."

"Maybe this world is a strange trap, maybe we are in the strange abdomen of S-level, and we bear the sins and punishments of this world." At first, only a few people had such thoughts, but suddenly spread silently until someone shouted.

People are curious about S-level and thinking about what S-level is.

But what if, S-level is them?

The whole world wrapped in weirdness is superimposed, and it is S-level... Isn't that reasonable?

More and more people have directly raised such doubts.

And suddenly it gained a lot of recognition.

The ghost general occupied Chu Yuanxiao's body, and the ghost fire on his body was shining brightly.

"No! Not that!"

"We have gone through hard resistance, we have fought with great determination, we are the soldiers of the people. We have never given up our pride, and we have never surrendered."

"The cruel world is not false, what is false is these pictures... these memories!" General Ghost began to speak.

His voice echoed over Toba City.

But no one caters to it.

Everyone is 'bewitched' by the world shown in the camera.

That is certainly not an ideal Garden of Eden.

The ‘people’ living there also have their troubles and pains.

But such "simple" troubles and pains seem so beautiful and pretentious in the eyes of people who are suffering from strange poisons and oppressive rule by the government.

There was a song coming from somewhere.

"Close your eyes and I remember it again."

“It has become that time in the past.”

"I have no way to retreat and can't go back to the past."

"Only deep darkness spreads endlessly."

Lu Jinnian in the camera continues to penetrate deep into the thick fog.

As the thick fog gradually fades, the dazzling light covers every screen.

Everyone is looking forward to the scene after the light disappears.

But what followed was a darkness that could not be seen directly.

It was like a tightly blocked door, a heavy shackle.

Behind the door and the shackles, it seems that some kind of breathing can be heard.

But the person locked in the door can only guess the unpredictable target and the immeasurable majesty through his narrow vision and humble insight.

What Lu Jinnian saw was a great will.

He has no form, no fixed incarnation, but he is like a symbol, a punctuation, and a concept.

At this time, Lu Jinnian suddenly thought that he had not yet become a ghost cultivator or a ghost.

That was his time before his death.

It seemed that in a small wooden house, there was a woman sewing her clothes for him under the dim light, listening to the barking of dogs outside the door, waiting for him to return in the darkness.

The singing continues.

It penetrates into the hearts of many people.

"That gentle voice that makes people want to cry."

"No matter how painful it is."

"We should strive forward and cut off despair."

“No matter how much you lose.”

"Everyone can only continue to live."

The song seems to be talking about people in the thick fog, and it seems to be talking about people outside the thick fog.

What is S-Class?

Who did S-class swallow?

Who is forgotten?

People at this time all have their own answers.

But no matter what the answer is in my heart, people are looking forward to Lu Jinnian touching the lock and pushing open the door.

"Come on! Boss Lu!"

"Come on! Lu Jinnian!"

"Boss Lu...We all support you! You will always be the strongest."

"Boss Lu, we thought about cheating you, but now we are wrong, you are the best!" Whether it is the indigenous people of the strange world or the monks who have been in the strange world for more than ten years, they sincerely sent their blessings from the moment.

S-class!

That is the obsession of all the "players" in the strange world.

It is also a heavy shackle that hangs in the hearts of all the indigenous peoples.

Only by facing fear can you break fear.

Lu Jinnian withdrew his nostalgic gaze.

The heart of the past is no longer available.

Why should we be confused about the future?

Step! Go!

No matter what... just move forward!

At this time, Lu Jinnian seemed to feel people's blessings and expectations.

He continued to hold the camera up and even spread more power to protect this "precious" camera.

Lu Jinnian is gambling!

He bet that no matter how strong the S-level is, it is impossible to control the will of everyone in the world in an instant.

Even if the will of the indigenous people can be merciless and played with, those monks cannot.

Today... He must get the answer! Sure!

The hand touched the indisputable darkness.

It was like exploring a swamp.
Chapter completed!