"President, it's right here, but... there doesn't seem to be anything."
People from the World Association were gathering in the dead-end street where Shen Hui and the others were.
A person from the World Association spoke respectfully to Chi Yan.
Chi Yan looked at the closed passage and then looked around, but didn't find anything special.
"Are you sure you didn't find a mistake? There are no traces here."
"this……"
Everyone who was questioned by Chi Yan became unconfident.
"President, after the last feeling of space fluctuation disappeared, people around us immediately came to look for it."
"If we are not all wrong...then the direction we are looking for is indeed here."
After hearing this answer, Chi Yan walked forward and came to the corner.
When he saw the broken wall tile, he squatted down, fiddled with it with his hands and then stood up.
"Such obvious movement will definitely leave traces."
"But now I can't find it. It may have been covered up by someone. Everyone searched everywhere again. If no results were found, they returned to the team."
"Since this matter has not caused any turmoil, let's let it go for now."
"Yes, President!"
People from the World Association left one after another, and in the end only Chi Yan was left.
Chi Yan stood for a while and then left.
…
In the white room, handsome landscape paintings are hung on the walls, elegant mahogany chairs are placed together, and pots of carefully cut green plants are placed on the balcony.
Birds were chirping outside, and the soft sunlight filtered through the window and shone on the bed.
Chen Hui slowly opened his eyes, the physical pain and mental depression receding like the tide.
Shen Hui has a brand new feeling like being reborn.
However, Chen Hui didn't pay attention to these, nor did he pay attention to the unfamiliar environment he was in.
Instead, the previous memories appeared intermittently in my mind.
Chen Hui frowned and tried to remember.
Since he came to the world of death in a more realistic way, his memory has become blurry.
"I, the world of death is out of control...Cthulhu seems to have been awakened."
"No...that's not the real Cthulhu, it's just a part of the awakened consciousness..."
The memory of this aspect gradually became clear in Chen Hui's mind.
That terrifying giant wave that will drown the world, that terrifying giant beast that rides the giant wave to wreak havoc and devour everything.
Containing the power of a part of Cthulhu, representing the extraordinary incarnation of destruction and violence-the father of the sharks.
"Cthulhu can actually come in extraordinary form!"
Chen Hui never thought that his death world could develop to this point on its own.
But the memory after that is still blurry.
Later... Zhiyue seemed to come to help me. "
He dimly remembered that the person covered in holy light and with wings was undoubtedly Zhiyue in the form of creation.
"But... what happened next?"
"By the way, Qingxue!"
Chen Hui suddenly thought of something, and a picture suddenly flashed in his mind. Qingxue was covered in blood in his arms.
"She turned out to be fine, she turned out to be fine, but...she...she..."
Chen Hui's thoughts were a little confused, but he knew that Qingxue's appearance seemed to have something to do with him.
"Could it be...kill yourself..."
Just when Shen Hui was thinking wildly, the door to the room was pushed open.
Leng Zimeng, with short hair, heroic spirit and cold appearance, walked in.
"you're awake."
Chen Hui looked at the other person. This was the person who was with Huang Lingheng at that time.
Suddenly his eyes were half-squinted, the surrounding space fluctuated, thick fog rolled in, and the world of death was about to unfold.
When Leng Zimeng saw Chen Hui's movement, a look of panic and deep fear immediately appeared on his face.
She didn't want to face that unknown fear.
"No, I'm not hostile. It's over. Everything is over. Everyone is fine. I'm here to apologize to you!"
Leng Zimeng spoke quickly.
Chen Hui still did not take back the world of death, but he also did not continue to expand it.
Instead, he asked with a hint of uncertainty: "Where is Qingxue?"
"you do not know?"
Leng Zimeng asked subconsciously, then thought of something and spoke quickly.
"She is fine, her vital signs are normal, but she is still in a coma and has not woken up. She is in another ward. You can visit her at any time."
Chen Hui still did not take back the world of death, but was very vigilant.
But at this moment, Zhiyue, whose face was slightly pale, walked in from the door.
"She's right, it's safe here, don't worry."
Chen Hui breathed a sigh of relief when he saw Zhiyue was still here.
After unraveling the unfolding world of death, hostility also dropped a lot.
Leng Zimeng looked at Zhiyue: "You should continue to rest."
Zhiyue: "Then let's see this place fall and be polluted again?"
Chen Hui looked at Zhiyue, she was in a very bad mental state.
"What’s wrong with you?"
Zhiyue smiled helplessly: "It's better not to care about me. If you have any questions, just ask them. You will know after that."
Chen Hui nodded, looked at Leng Zimeng, and asked a series of questions.
"What's your name? Are you also a member of the Tarot Club? What happened next? Where is this place? And where is Huang Lingheng..."
Leng Zimeng began to answer Chen Hui's questions one by one, and Zhiyue added what she knew.
"My name is Leng Zimeng. I am indeed a member of the Tarot Club. I am the last person in World No. 23. After that..."
Soon the vague memories in Chen Hui's mind began to become clearer.
When Zhiyue came to help him, he was eroded by the power of the world of death.
And in the end, Qingxue somehow hugged herself and woke herself up from the chaos, madness, and indescribable state.
The expression on his face became much gloomier.
But fortunately, now I know that they are all fine.
"Take me to see Qingxue."
"Um."
Chen Hui came to Qingxue's ward. She was lying quietly on the bed. From the surface, there was nothing strange about her, she just seemed to be asleep.
Unexpectedly, Qingxue would be hurt by herself in the end.
My own world is indeed very dangerous.
I didn't bother here and returned to Shen Hui's ward again.
Chen Hui looked at Zhiyue apologetically: "Sorry, you came to help me, but I also caused harm to you."
Zhiyue sighed: "If I had come earlier, maybe there wouldn't be so much trouble."
"I...it's my fault this time...I was the one who isolated it."
Leng Zimeng, like the pupil who made the mistake, admitted that the root problem still lay with her.
"What happened next?" Chen Hui continued to ask.
"The Fool appeared, took the Hermit with him, and sent us back safely and covertly."
Leng Zimeng replied, if the Fool hadn't come, they would have been waiting for interrogation in the World Association.
"What about the Fool now?"
Chen Hui asked.
"Let's go. Send it back to us and then leave."
"Where is Huang Lingheng? Is he dead?"
"I'm not dead, but now... I'm afraid it would be more uncomfortable than death."
