The intertwining of light and darkness, the confusion of nothingness, the majesty of the vastness, the intersection of white and darkness, the nothingness that returns everything to zero, the black hole that swallows up the world, oppresses Lin Zihan's spirit, and the blankness of his brain , it will be the downtime of the terminal brain and the silence of the exoskeleton.
The impact from the power of the double hammers and the oppression of the sky-wide flames, the arrogant power and domineering energy hit Lin Zihan's body like huge waves again and again. The suffocating sense of oppression made Lin Zihan's limbs gradually numb, lost consciousness.
The mental trance and physical numbness made Lin Zihan feel for the first time that the world turned into a blank before death. The feeling of everything falling into nothingness.
When a person is born, he is like a piece of white paper, and time will leave marks on it. Greedy humans will absorb this ink and make themselves colorful, like a black hole, swallowing up everything around them regardless of black and white. .
Human death is like annihilation. Everything will disappear at the moment of death. This is the essence of death. All traces will be erased. Your own death will be the nothingness of the world, just like It was like a void, everything was reduced to zero.
The interweaving of light and shadow in front of him, the red flames, the ink-colored iron chains, the extreme intersection of darkness and light, made Lin Zihan feel the emptiness of the world. The world is so big that no one will appear, and he will eventually be responsible for what he has done. Pay for it.
In front of his eyes, a young face appeared, a boy who was no more than a teenager. His green face was full of ignorance and ignorance, but his eyes were full of murderous intent that should not be seen at this age. The murderous anger blinded him. The true nature of this young man.
Holding a short dagger in his hand, Lin Zihan stabbed it out without hesitation. With a "puff~", blood splashed onto Lin Zihan's face. A strong man looked at the young man in disbelief.
He covered his waist with his left hand. No one thought that a ten-year-old boy would stab the man with such determination and precision into the man's lower back.
"Kill, kill!" shouted a gangster next to him. The two gangsters originally wanted to grab some money, buy some good things, and seek excitement. If that didn't work, they would sell the child. Anyway, the sale of human organs is very common nowadays.
But he didn't expect that this inconspicuous, thin little kid would have such a sharp knife in his hand.
The gangster yelled and ran out of the dark alley, looking back with fear. This ten-year-old boy made him feel murderous intent, a chilling murderous intent.
The middle-aged man held his waist and put one hand on the wall. He endured the severe pain and used his last remaining calmness to stare fiercely at the little boy in front of him, hoping to scare him away with his eyes.
"Run away!" the little girl who fell to the ground shouted. The two gangsters rummaged through the little girl's bag, hoping to kidnap the little girl and sell her at a good price.
"I won't leave. The teacher said, one person is responsible for the work." Lin Zihan said calmly, with a silent calmness that did not belong to a ten-year-old, as calm as a seasoned killer.
Seeing the confused look in the little girl's eyes, Lin Zihan became even more convinced that he couldn't leave and had to protect the little girl.
"Don't worry, I will protect you!" Lin Zihan rushed forward and stood between the vicious middle-aged uncle and the little girl. He held the dagger tightly in his right hand, and blood dripped from the tip of the knife along the blade.
"You little brat, I think you're tired of living!" The middle-aged man took out a folding knife from his pocket and stabbed it at the little boy. As his body moved, blood flowed from his waist. gush out.
Time was frozen at this moment, and the dagger in Lin Zihan's hand accurately penetrated the middle-aged man's chest, piercing the artery closest to the heart. The blow was fatal, simple, rough, and bloody.
"You killed someone!" The little girl slowly opened her eyes, which were closed because of fear. The surroundings were eerily quiet, with only the sound of blood dripping.
An exclamation also pulled Lin Zihan out of his thoughts. He looked at the middle-aged man in front of him with a fierce look on his face. The folding knife in his hand was frozen in mid-air, motionless, without breathing or heartbeat.
"I killed someone!" Lin Zihan looked at the corpse slowly falling to the ground in front of him, and then at the bloody dagger and arm in his hand. His face was also splattered with blood. The blood on the ground flowed into the sewer, soaking in the blood. A student ID card was wet.
This was Lin Zihan's first murder, and it was something that no longer existed in Lin Zihan's memory. Perhaps it was the sudden awakening of death, or the confusion caused by mental and physical oppression that made Lin Zihan see this familiar scene.
The student ID card on the ground clearly had the words Wei Mengying written on it. The blood-stained student ID card became the witness of Lin Zihan and Wei Mengying's first encounter.
"Huhu~" Lin Zihan woke up from his memories, panting heavily, breathing in the air hungrily in the gaps between the iron chains, his chest rising and falling stubbornly against the restraints.
Familiar scenes of Lin Zihan gradually appeared in front of his eyes. He woke up from the hospital, was humiliated in the orphanage, was brutally trained by a mysterious man, became a killer and worked for money, was unjustly stabbed in the back by the military, and ended his escape to Nandu...
Xu Joey's enthusiastic face and hearty laughter; Su Yu's humble and courteous attitude, taking care of everything with care; Wang Qin, who hides needles in his cotton wool and lends a helping hand; Wu Kexin, who is sweet and pleasant...
There are also Instructor Wu, Instructor Ling, Chen Ling and everyone they met in the wilderness area, as well as the unfamiliar Yuan Shu...
Faces appeared in front of Lin Zihan's eyes like slides, calling Lin Zihan's name.
"Lin Zihan!"
"Illusion Master!"
"Zihan!"
In just a short moment, Lin Zihan almost experienced his whole life again, the cold decisiveness when he was a killer, the hesitation and confusion when he was lonely...
The many years of experience in this short life of twenty years were replayed before Lin Zihan's eyes.
"Let's stop here!" A cold voice sounded, and the majestic voice slowly spread out, like a heavy hammer falling within a radius of one kilometer. It fell heavily, making everyone's hearts tremble and their heartbeats slow down for a beat. .
The light blue frost slowly froze the chains, wrapping the white chains, the black iron chains, the giant hammer, and even the flames.
The seal that was originally placed on the phantom's void core became loose at this moment, and the void-guided core slowly showed its tyrannical strength.
Xu Miao, who was far away in the Dihao Building in Nandu City, felt his heart tremble and his hands shook unconsciously. A chain in his heart was suddenly broken free by a tyrannical force. "He has removed his authority?" Xu Miao looked to the north in surprise. Lin Zihan direction of the battle.
Taking a casual step forward, Xu Miao disappeared into the Dihao Building. Taking another step, he appeared in the city a thousand meters away from Dihao, where the water supply facility of Dihao was in full swing.
"How is this possible?" Sensing the sudden change, the serrated knife in the boss's hand began to tremble unconsciously, whether due to the person's panic or the impact of the air waves. His wrist trembled slightly, and it did not help even if the muscles tightened.
The boss jumped up, and before he could strike out with the serrated knife in his hand, a wave of air instantly rippled out, directly flying people away. The people who were originally surrounding Lin Zihan were all affected by this arrogant energy. Swing away.
The frost slowly disintegrated, and Lin Zihan's exoskeleton emitted an icy blue light, like a brand new armor. Under the cover of this icy blue, a colorless energy also attached to the frost, not spirit. Power, but a kind of extreme cold, but the most mysterious power - void.
"Thank you for awakening a memory from when I was ten years old and making me remember what the real void looks like!" Lin Zihan said arrogantly, not forgetting to glance provocatively at a bird that turned into a pure white void. Ying's sixth child's mouth was full of disdain.
In a short moment, Lin Zihan seemed to have passed for a long time. It was so long that Lin Zihan remembered a person, his teacher, Xu Miao, a person who mastered the void.
As a phantom at the core of the void, Lin Zihan naturally controls the void that is not inferior to that of Xu Miao, but Lin Zihan is not enough to stop that kind of void, the void that turns everything to zero.
The index finger of his right hand slowly stretched out. The air flow surged at Lin Zihan's fingertips, and an invisible energy was gathering crazily. Only then did Lin Zihan understand why the blood wolf king's spiritual core was absorbed by him. Why do I have vast spiritual power, bloody murderous intent, and terrifying extreme cold?
Because he himself is the void, all these are just everything that the void can define at will, just like the void can turn everything into nothing. These fragments of Lin Zihan's past that are originally hidden, these imprints engraved in the bones, after the appropriate process At any time, they will be awakened again and even mutate.
His right hand gradually couldn't bear the brutal energy. Lin Zihan clasped his hands together and condensed the energy into a visible knife, a void weapon, a knife that could annihilate everything to zero.
"Void, eternal sorrow!" As a voice full of pressure sounded, Lin Zihan confidently slashed the knife, and the blade sliced through the air. There was no explosion or whistling wind in the past, only a dead silence. The dead silence of nothingness.
As the blade fell, a cloud of dust arose on the ground. The flying dust could no longer be seen before the wind blew it away.
On the battlefield of more than a thousand people, there was only the spurting of blood and endless corpses. There was no sound, no wailing, no crying. There was only death, the purest death.
This is the God of Death, the void engraved in Lin Zihan's bones. The core of the void is Lin Zihan, and Lin Zihan is the core of the void. After ten years of adaptation and ten years of silent fusion, the two have long since become one.
Separating his hands, Lin Zihan looked into the distance, towards the figure walking a thousand meters away. Even though Lin Zihan didn't see the person, Lin Zihan could feel that the person had mastered the nothingness, the nothingness of space.
His right leg was straightened, Lin Zihan's left foot was slightly bent and he leaned on his right knee, and he slowly landed at the core of the battlefield.
There was blood all around, with broken limbs and bodies everywhere. The seven self-righteous life-seekers had been running rampant for so long, but they never expected to be defeated at the hands of a twenty-three-year-old man.
The blood under his feet flowed slowly. Lin Zihan smiled, and a cold light burst out from his pupils. Under Lin Zihan's feet, the blood turned into blood crystals. The bright pure blood crystals were transparent and flawless, reflecting streaks of blood-colored light and shadow.
"One day, I will remember everything about me, and that will be the end of you!" Lin Zihan's dusty memory of the past just now, in a sea of fire, before Lin Zihan closed his eyes, he saw black figures one after another. , running in a sea of fire.
