The golden knife still fell to the ground, and the nameless arm fell weakly after a tremor. He is no longer the namelessness he once was. He lost most of his strength, even if he was lying in ambush at the corner of the corridor on the second floor. Just linger.
He sat slumped by the wall, trying to save the last trace of strength in this way, just to wait for them to come, he always believed that Xu Lang and Yan Yan would come here, and with their wisdom, they would definitely be able to come. Here, find him!
After that long and ethereal sigh, Wuming still saw it. Only Yan Yan and Ling came here, and everyone else died.
Even Xu Lang, which he never thought about, is also dead!
"Tell me what happened… "
This is just a simple sentence, only a few words, coming from the nameless throat, but it seems to have used a lot of strength, and the tone is stretched very long, as if it can leave him with strength.
Yan Yan didn't want to mention it, but he had to.
Just in this first dream, the more obsolete deep apartment, and the more desperate atmosphere, the three remaining executors began to talk and communicate.
Another long sigh came out.
There was also a daze on Wuming’s face. The back of his hand touched the cold ground and was stained with dust, but he didn’t have the strength to lift it up, and said quietly, "So that's it..."
Then there was pain on his pale face, his upper body struggled, and with difficulty he took out an object from his arms and placed it on the ground, but with this action, there was a "dongdong" sound.
When Ling saw this thing from the side at the first glance, he almost immediately leaned over and picked it up in his hand, groping back and forth. He couldn't see clearly but he knew that it was a half rattle.
"It turns out that Rong Chuan's private possession is the other half of the rattle!" Yan Yan didn't try to grab it. Now they have lost the other half. Basically, the remaining half has no value.
Instead, he figured everything out.
It can be seen that Song Zhuoming’s original mystery of life and death should be related to this half rattle. Rong Chuan’s concealment was to hide it privately. Perhaps in their opinion, this was a major life-saving thing, or it was a huge one. intelligence.
But unfortunately, the rattle is not a crime, at least...
A half rattle will not help the performer!
Zero was still observing, while Yan Yan turned his gaze on the extremely weak Wuming. The first time he saw a man who was once as strong as a knife, he would have fallen so far.
Wuming seemed to be rolling in the mud, his body was covered with dust, and even his face was black and white. The whole person was lying weakly on the ground. If he hadn't leaned his back against the wall, it would have been long ago. Slipped to the ground.
The golden sword, which was regarded as a treasure without a name, had no strength to pick it up after it was just let go. It was embarrassed, half human and half ghost...
Yan Yan looked at Wuming's desolate appearance, and once again remembered Xu Lang, and couldn't help but felt a sense of loneliness in his heart. He could see Wuming staring at the golden knife on the ground, his eyes seemed to carry a copy. At a loss, his arm trembled, he wanted to pick it up but couldn't pick it up.
He sighed softly, bent down, and placed the golden knife in the nameless arms.
Wuming felt the cold blade in his arms, didn't speak, but only slightly licked the corners of his mouth, and the confusion in his eyes became more intense.
He forgot something...
This knife, following him all the time, seemed to be very important to him, but he couldn't remember what he had forgotten anyway.
Last night, after breaking up with Yan Yan, he walked the road to the time again. When he came to the fourteenth floor, he saw Rong Chuan nestling at the door, and he saw the palm of his heart for the first time. The half rattle that was clutching tightly.
But when he broke Rong Chuan's five fingers and held the rattle in his hand, everything in front of him was in a trance, and a voice guided him to the distance.
This is the ability to interfere with the mind... There is no resistance between the nameless abruptness, and when he wakes up from a daze, he is already holding a golden knife in one hand and a rattle in the other, and he is in a deep apartment in another space...
At that time, he didn't know that he was actually led into the first dream. As for why...he still couldn't figure it out until now.
Wuming only knew that after he arrived in this empty space, just an hour or so passed, he saw the equally beautiful evil spirit...
He originally thought that he was bound to die, but in a short time, he saw the evil spirit disappear again, but it took away most of his strength and mind... almost turned him into a useless person.
And he felt the weakness of his body, and he felt that his memory had been lost, like an attack by an evil spirit, and part of the soul of the memory was taken away!
The strangest thing was that he was shocked to find that there were no scars on his whole body, but the powerlessness from the soul made him fled all the way to the second floor and fell, and he couldn't get up again!
"You didn't find Song Zhuoming..." After a long silence, Yan Yan finally asked the young man who had been ignored for a long time.
Wuming heard the words and shook his head silently.
He came here one day and one night, and he was already sure that in this level of dreams, he was the only one, and now there are only Yan Yan and Zero!
Yan Yan seemed to have thought of something, and began to pace in the corridor on the second floor, looking at the upper and lower floors from time to time.
"If Song Zhuoming is not even in the first dream, then where else can he be..."
It's not that Yan Yan never thought that Song Zhuoming was dead, but it seems that every executor's existence has its own unique role. Only Song Zhuoming has not shown it. He thinks that the teenager shouldn't die so simply.
Then excluding other options, it seems that there is only one possibility, Song Zhuoming went to the deep apartment in the real world!
Yan Yan's brows frowned. He looked at the dark corridors all around, and began to ponder in his heart. If Song Zhuoming can find a way to leave, so can he.
But at this moment...
Things, under the short-term stability, but once again there was a great change!
At this moment, the eyes of the three people all converged to the other end of the corridor, where there was an inexplicable sound of footsteps in the silent inner end, like the echo caused by the soles of high heels stepping on the hard ground!
Yan Yan's face changed. He knew that there was a devouring spirit in this dream, but he didn't expect that the three executors had just gathered here, and it immediately appeared!
"let's go!"
Indeed, one can only go, and walking is a nice way of saying that, in fact, it is a purposeless escape!
"Let's go... No one can go with me..."
An unnamed low voice sounded in Yan Yan and Ling's ears, and his tone was full of sorrow and sorrow. In fact, this is also the best solution. No one can take him who has lost the ability to move away from here at this moment!
Yan Yan's face changed color several times, and finally gritted his teeth and didn't hesitate anymore, and directly ran up the stairs with Zero, and fleeing higher!
In the corridor on the second floor, there are only the collapsed nameless, and the beautiful evil spirit that is constantly approaching!
Wuming did not lament the arrival of death. Instead, at this last moment, he put the golden knife in his arms on his leg and looked carefully. The last attack of the evil spirit took away part of his memory and made him forget many things. .
He almost lost all his memories before entering the newspaper office, and his life was divided into two parts by entering the newspaper office. The origin of this knife and the story behind him were taken away with that memory. And can't remember it anymore.
However, when the nameless trembling palm brushed the thin blade, he did not feel the coldness, but used a warm current in his heart.
He remembered that this knife was very important to him. It seemed to be related to his experience in the first half of his life. This was his relative...
Namelessly, he put his head against the wall weakly, turned his head slightly, and looked at the evil spirit that was getting closer and closer. It took away half of his soul and half of his memory. The most unforgettable section changed him. The painful experience of a lifetime, but it is also an experience that he will never give up!
He was a little unwilling, but he was helpless.
Wuming finally closed his eyes, and his hand aimed the blade at his neck uncontrollably, and the blade slashed across, blood spurting, dripping on the blade, contaminating some pure things.
…
"We were wrong!
We lost half of the rattle in the second dream, which made the two mutilated rattles unable to be neat, which defeated the purpose of devouring the evil spirits! So it must show up and drive us to a dead end! "
Zero's eye canthus was completely split, and while struggling to gasp and flee, he said intermittently!
Yan Yan's hair kept blowing to the back of his head, and now he had no other thoughts in his mind, because he knew that he would flee aimlessly and die sooner or later.
"The nameless role has appeared. He brought half of the rattle to the first dream for us. His role has been completed, but our role has not been completed!" Yan Yan said in a low voice, and couldn't help looking back.
But then he suddenly noticed that the floor had changed. They had just passed by from the fourth floor, but now he was running and realizing that he had fled up, actually walking towards the third floor of the corridor!
"Swallowing evil spirits is changing reality! This is its dream, we can't run away anymore!"
Yan Yan stopped immediately, this kind of ability is too exaggerated, even the qualification to escape is not given to the executor!
Zero's face was extremely gloomy, because he knew that the devouring spirits would force him to do something, and he must be forced to use the power of the last time backtracking to return to before Xu Lang died, and to take the other half of the rattle first In a heavy dream!
But this is the last time he looks back in time!
"Don't..." Yan Yan grabbed Zero's collar at this moment, staring at him and demanding that he immediately show back the time to set things right.
But then, Yan Yan's white neck suddenly cracked an exaggerated gap from the center, and then a large amount of blood and human tissues were exposed to the air. Yan Yan's strength was suddenly pulled away, and his hands covered the cut. The throat and eyes were bloodshot and stared at zero!
Zero's face was full of Yan Yan's hot blood pouring out, he knew that he would never look back, it would be too late!
He exhausted all his strength, screamed frantically, and used the power of manipulating time for the last time to prevent the ending of Tuan Mie!
"Time node: 17:30 on June 20th, 2016, back in time!"
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Xu Lang died yesterday and resurrected tomorrow, mainly because he wanted him to experience the feeling of complete death. (End of this chapter)