Wang Que's hands and feet were numb when she cried. In her mind, even on the day when Tan Qiuyu ruined the exam at the Central Academy of Fine Arts, she didn't cry like she is now.
Allen's desperate and tearful eyes lingered in her mind. The sense of parasites had completely disappeared with Allen's fall, but the disgusting feeling still remained in her heart.
She will never forget.
"It's all me, it's all me, I'm so useless..." Wang Que whimpered, "If, if I could master my abilities earlier, and Brother Lun found out that there were bugs on him before he was parasitized, then I wouldn't Yes, no…”
She couldn't go on anymore, the monstrous guilt and sadness turned into disgust at this moment, she disliked the useless self, this is a box that she entered specially for her to exercise, she has the ability of Lingyinling, it should have been It will save everyone a lot of trouble, why... why did you lose Allen
Dong Linhai had already held back his tears and whispered, "No one will blame you, you have done a good job."
"No! It's not good enough at all!" Wang Que suddenly raised the tone, you have done well enough, this sentence has been said to her by countless people, she was a genius student at that time, and she accepted this with peace of mind Praise, but now what
She doesn't deserve it at all!
The snow was falling one after another, and Dong Linhai still had blood from Alan's broken arm on his hand. He shook his head and gave Wang Que a hug.
This has nothing to do with the young boy's budding feelings, but only out of comfort to his companions.
Wang Que also hugged his already generous back, almost digging into his protective suit, tears falling down, unable to say a word.
The white cat appeared beside her, and Victor witnessed everything in Dong Linhai's summoned beast space, but at that time, he was powerless and could only watch the tragedy happen.
"Stop crying, it's not good to cry your eyes." Victor comforted in a low voice, "After death, pilgrims can choose to become prisoners or NPCs. After a deep understanding of the nature of prisoners, Alan will probably become npc, we should look forward to seeing him again in other boxes one day."
Wang Que saw that although Victor's eyes were wet, and there were sad emotions, he was calm, and couldn't help asking: "Uncle, you... Aren't you sad?"
"I've seen countless deaths, and each of us will eventually die, right?" Victor replied softly, "The more you see, the better you can see."
He paused and asked back: "When you died in the real world and came here, have you experienced such a sad collapse?"
Wang Que was silent for a moment and shook her head. At that time, before she recovered from the fear of being pushed off the rooftop by Tan Qiuyu, she was led by the clown to participate in the novice box.
Later, she found a place to live alone, and began to think about how to live in the pure white world.
Only in the dead of night did she think of her parents and friends. She didn't even have time to say goodbye, so she left them hastily.
What haunts my mind is more unwillingness, longing and loneliness.
The grief brought by death is reserved only for those left behind by the dead.
"Don't cry, get ready to go." Victor touched Wang Que's cheek lightly on his forehead, "Alan wants us to live, so we must not live up to his expectations."
Wang Que nodded, and gradually stopped her tears. She sobbed uncontrollably, stood up with the help of Dong Linhai, turned the corner, and saw Cui Zuojing, Dong Zheng, and Lin Hangzhi. where Ellen fell off the cliff.
She opened her mouth, seeing that no one was blaming her in their eyes, she bit her lower lip hard.
"Let's go." Cui Zuojing took a deep breath. He looked at Dong Zheng, whose eyes were red, but did not ask him to explain the incident in detail.
There was exceptional silence along the way. Only the breathing of everyone and the weak sobbing of Wang Que could be heard in the communication channel. Allen's protective suit was taken off, and his voice could not be heard in the channel.
There is no way to know how he is now.
Cui Zuojing was at the forefront, and everyone except him was in poor condition, so he took the initiative to lead the way.
Alan's half right arm was thrown into the cliff after Cui Zuojing got everyone's consent. They couldn't take it away. Instead of letting it become food for bugs in this snow, it's better to let it return to the cliff. By Ellen's side, at least... a whole corpse was left.
Step by step, they left the blood-stained cliff and moved towards the distance.
"His..."
Severe pain burst out from the limbs and bones, faithfully transmitted to the brain, normal people suffer such pain, the body will fall into a coma out of self-protection, but Allen is still fully awake.
He could clearly feel that the worm was in the back of his head, gradually controlling his brain. This control would be a complete control. He would become the parasite's walking corpse, and the corpse might become its offspring. hotbed.
Alan didn't want that.
But even if he was reluctant in his heart, there was nothing he could do now. After falling from such a high cliff, he had broken bones in countless places on his body, blood was everywhere, and the incision where his arm was cut off was no longer there. Blood came out.
The rapid blood loss coupled with the low temperature environment made Allen feel like he was about to turn into a popsicle. He lay on the ground and stared straight up. There was a glacier slit in the valley, probably formed by the movement of the earth's crust, only two or three meters away. Kuan, he just fell into it.
When the dagger fell off the cliff, he didn't know where it fell. If there was a weapon around him, even if he tried his best, Allen would aim it at his head and make a self-destruction.
It was so painful.
He saw the figure of the giant red worm appearing at the end of his line of sight. The worm approached the slit and seemed to want to eat him, but could not find a suitable entrance to enter.
After wandering for a while, the worm had to fly away.
Dong Zheng and the others should be fine.
Allen thought silently, he couldn't control his thinking well in the severe pain, he remembered Dong Zheng's sweat on his forehead when he was struggling to save him from the quantum caterpillar in the labyrinth of time, and remembered the boy It was a golden time on the beach in California, and for a while, I thought of Eri Kazama's shy smile.
These scenes gradually overlapped and were staged in front of his eyes.
Just then, he heard a small noise.
His reaction was already slow, and when he realized that the approaching sound was footsteps, the sound was already very close.
someone over here
Allen wanted to turn his head with difficulty, but he couldn't do it at all.
He picked him up with both hands and leaned his broken body against the wall made of ice, generous and powerful.
His eyes moved with the movement of his body, and a man with blond hair and gray eyes appeared in front of him. His face was a little familiar. Allen thought for a while with his damaged brain, and suddenly recognized that he had seen it in Dusk Island. people.
Domingo.
Why is he here
There is a deep scar on Domingo's left cheek, which has been scratched to the root of the ear. The red flesh is turned out, and the blood is no longer there. He is not wearing protective clothing, and he is wearing a thick winter coat.
"Forbearance." Domingo knelt beside Allen on one knee, held his head with one hand to make him bow, and pulled out the dagger with the other.
Domingo took a look at the bulge on the back of Allen's head, slashed it sharply, and then picked up the tip of the knife, directly stabbing the parasite that had half penetrated into Allen's brain.
He slowly picked the worm out, and the worm was bigger than when it was called out by the bark, and its body turned a terrifying black-red color because it was full of blood.
There was some white brain tissue hanging on its long feet. Domingo threw the worm on the ground, and when it turned over and tried to escape, he stepped on it.
The blood exploded from under the military boots, as if stepping on a bulging blood bag.
Domingo crushed it a few times to make sure that the worm was too dead. Then he let go of his feet, squatted down again, and asked in a low voice, "Are you okay?"
At the moment when the worm left the body, Allen blinked slowly, and he was finally able to move again. To be honest, he didn't feel much pain just now, he was already numb, and now someone will delay him. There is no feeling.
He opened his mouth, barely making a sound: "...Who are you?"
Domingo stared at him for a while, and said, "My name is Domingo."
"Who are you...?" Allen asked again.
He wanted to ask how the man in front of him found him and why he helped him remove the worms, but he couldn't say such long words.
Domingo didn't answer. He checked the wound on Alan's broken arm. The wound had been frozen. In this case, even the bear who sewed his heart could not do anything. The little bear needed a clean wound to create a new limb.
Domingo slowly let go of his hand, tears flashed in his eyes, the man closed his eyes forcefully, and said in a low voice, "I'm sorry, I... still can't save you."
Allen shook his head, he was breathing hard, and he could barely feel the existence of his body.
He no longer asked who Domingo really was. By now, Allen had a vague guess in his heart.
Since Domingo is reluctant to say, there must be his concerns.
A little bit of blood came from the corners of Alan's lips. He looked at the man in front of him, and asked with difficulty, "I... still have the option of becoming a prisoner or an NPC... chance, right?"
"Yes, death is not the end of life."
Allen's eyes began to wander, and the parasite had finally destroyed his brain tissue.
"Like... If I become an NPC, I'll... remember them?"
"Kether will wash away all your memories, but you have to believe that even if they forget everything, they still remember."
The corners of Aaron's lips raised a slight arc that could hardly be seen, blood flowed from his ears and nostrils, and the pupils in the center of his blue eyes gradually expanded.
"Thanks… "
That "thank you" was still not fully uttered after all.
Domingo knelt there motionless, holding Aaron's intact hand, unable to feel the temperature of the human body.
After a long time, he took a deep breath and raised his hand to close Allen's eyelids.
Domingo stood up, the wound on his thigh made by Tang Ji was still bleeding slowly, and his black pants were already soaked.
He ignored it and took out a yellow talisman paper from his pocket, on which intricate patterns were drawn with cinnabar.
Domingo sorted Allen's body, combed his messy red hair, and laid him flat in the snow.
The holy snow is set against the red blood, like a mandala flower.
He took a few steps back and threw the talisman paper beside Allen.
The flames rose, wrapping everything warmly.