"cough....."
Yu Zhiyu gently shook the running soul timer in his hand, pointed at the ruins in the distance, and finally looked at Wei Curcuma.
Her meaning was simple, and Wei Curcuma could completely understand it. She hoped that she could hide in the ruins and wait for rescue. Now that time is recovering, this is not impossible.
Wei Curcuma struggled out of his weakness, took a deep breath, walked behind the ruins, and gently placed her behind him.
"I......"
Wei Curcuma took a deep breath and returned the silver pocket watch to her. He wanted to say something but felt his throat was raw. He licked his dry lips.
"Time has resumed its movement, but not enough, it has returned too slowly."
The hands rotate faster and slower, and occasionally run in the opposite direction. Time must be fully restored, at least it cannot be completed in a few hours.
In the distance, as time gradually recovered, a girl from another class woke up from the pain. She vomited blood and foam in her mouth, looking for anything that might save her with pleading eyes.
When Wei Curcuma met that look, he gritted his teeth and held the handle of the red fire ax in his hand.
"If she can be sent to the hospital now, is there any chance of survival?"
Wei Zeshu said this in a low voice.
Powerlessness, yes, a feeling of powerlessness. I can only watch people die with regret and pain due to abnormality. This is not an acceptable death.
Wei Zeshu is not afraid of death. He accepts his own death and that of others calmly. Whether it is death or a sudden accident, whether it is fulfilling his ambition or falling on the road, or even living his life in confusion, he accepts it.
However, it is not a reasonable ending for some malicious and unknown anomaly to abort such a fate at will.
He did not allow such a death. Seeing such an ending but being unable to do anything about it would fill his heart with regret.
People should make a proper end to everything. Only in this way can you let go. Otherwise, you will always have words that should be said but cannot be said, things that should be done but not done, and your heart Will be filled with regret.
"Don't go and die, you have no weapons."
Yu Zhiyu endured the pain and said to him with a frown. The young man in front of him is different from himself. He also suffers from soul overflow syndrome. He has not been discovered and has not caused any harm. He has survived alone until now.
But he is just a high school student. He has not received systematic training. He doesn't even know [Dharma] and [Soul Pressure], but he wants to save people!
"I have a weapon."
In her sight, Wei Zeshu curled up the corner of his mouth in a stiff arc, as if he was smiling, but also seemed to be sad. His right hand was twisted at an obviously unnatural angle, and the blood had soaked into the school uniform.
"Man's greatest weapon is his determination to fight."
Wei Curcuma seemed to be laughing and crying as he said goodbye to her.
"It's nice to know at the end of the day that I'm not the only one in the world who sees something unusual, thank you, that means a lot to me."
"There are many things I want to ask you, but I may not have the chance."
This boy said goodbye to her like this, and they both knew that these might be his last words.
"Thank you, I'm not alone anymore."
Wei Curcuma stood up, but felt a soft touch in his hands.
The red ribbon was given to him by Yu Zhiyu.
Under the gaze of the two people, the red ribbon seemed to come alive and twisted around Wei Curcuma's twisted right arm, forcibly binding it together and stiffening it.
The severe pain made him look even paler, but he soon moved the fingers of his right hand.
They regained consciousness.
Wei Curcuma can feel some invisible power overflowing from his body. It is like water, but more invisible than water. Its magnitude is very huge, and when he touches it, it seems that his soul has a shape. .
This may be [Soul Pressure], Wei Curcuma felt this kind of thing for the first time.
His soul pressure was so powerful that even Yu Zhiyu was surprised. Even among the patients with soul overflow syndrome recorded in history, no one could compare with him now.
On the other hand, looking at the human figure in the distance that had turned into pitch black, the sense of oppression on it had reached an unimaginable low.
The red ribbon was gradually dyed black as Wei Curcuma's somewhat rough and jerky soul pressure infusion gradually turned black. Wei Curcuma didn't say anything more and just walked out.
Staring at his back, the red and black ribbon was floating on his right arm, which seemed to be the figure of a certain hero overlapping it.
"Remember to give it back to me."
"good."
Wei Curcuma, who lowered his head, silently moved forward. At this moment, Wei Curcuma regained his original mentality, and his heart was very peaceful at the moment.
Fighting with those things for his life, things returned to their original appearance. This was an area he was good at, because he had spent his past life like this.
Wrecks, severed limbs, corpses of familiar people, the stench of blood and internal organs, shaking high-lights, chaotic time, broken and burning ruins, the tragedy of the stadium is like a toy box smashed by a baby.
Only the black figure twists and struggles on the stage. It is the unique protagonist of this absurd nightmare - as it should be.
If the current situation is divorced from reality, it seems like a crazy stage play.
So unlike a stage play, a person walked out from where the audience should have been.
The black and red ribbon wrapped around his arm, whose bones had been broken into pieces, was floating slightly.
His steps were steady, his breathing was steady, and the black bangs that slightly covered his eyes swayed slightly as he walked like this.
Under the black bangs, the black pupils are bright and deep, without any wavering. He slowly emerged from the shadows and back into the light.
Wei Curcuma, his soul pressure has been completely ignited, although it is still raw.
He took off his school uniform and wrapped it around his waist as a belt. Two fire axes were slanted on his side - these were the weapons he took out from the emergency box. At the same time, he was holding two fire extinguishers in one hand. , the other hand simply dragged the leg of a desk and pulled the entire desk over. This was the largest weapon he could find.
Wei Zeshu's gaze spanned the chaotic surroundings and looked directly at the human figure on the stage without fear.
The figure paused its twisting and slowly stood up straight, as if it wanted to say something, but Wei Curcuma's hand moved faster than its movements.
Even when faced with such a strange sight, he still did not let the slightest fear occupy his mind, and his movements were still decisive and neat.
The fire ax was taken out from his palm, and the next moment he tightened it with all his strength. The high-strength handle made of plastic nylon actually made an overwhelmed creaking sound under the full five-finger grip of Wei Zeshu.
Wei Curcuma took a deep breath, spread his arms and shoulders, and threw the fire ax.
