No wonder the Holy Son was covered in bandages. It turned out that the side effects of the red liquid had already begun to show on his body.
The Holy Son was very calm. In the coffin in front of him lay the sleeping Saint. The Saint closed her eyes peacefully and folded her hands on her chest.
"Saint Girl and I are the staff members selected by Daystar Group.
We carry a mission and come to this isolated town to practice our ideals.
In this strangely resurgent world of despair, we want to build a ray of hope. "
The Holy Son is like an ancient well without waves, slowly telling the beginning of everything.
“The Saint and I have chosen different paths.
When I officially assumed the responsibility of the Holy Son, I chose to take holy water to suppress pollution.
Instead, the saint chose to let everything go and face the increasing pollution.
It turns out that my choice was correct.
Compared with the speed of the side effects of holy water, the speed of contamination is obviously faster. "
Su was noncommittal: "Is holy water something developed by the Venus Group?
How is it made?
After the strange resurgence, there should be no antidote in this world that can remove pollution. "
"There are always people working hard, right?" Shengzi tilted his head. Part of the skin on his face had been mottled and peeled off, revealing a substance between wax and texture.
There was only one white candle burning in the room.
The dim light made it all hazy.
In a daze, Su Qingyu remembered the smile on Lily's face when she showed her the photo in the necklace around her neck.
"Do you remember Lily?" Su Qingyu asked.
The expression on the face of the Holy Son was a little dull: "Who are you talking about...?"
He forgot.
Su Qingyu smiled and said: "It's not important anymore."
David Eagleman once said in "The Bucket List":
“In a person’s life, he must die three times.
The first time, when your heart stops and your breath dies, you are biologically declared dead;
The second time, when you were buried and people attended your funeral wearing mourning clothes, they announced that you no longer existed in this society and you left quietly;
The third death is when the last person in the world who remembers you forgets you, and then you truly die. "
Su Qingyu felt that for Lily, the moment the Holy Son forgot about her, she was already dead.
Lily refused the holy water while remaining rational. Perhaps, when the Son stopped looking for her, she had realized that the Son had forgotten everything.
She longed to see the Son again.
She felt that as long as she saw him again, the Holy Son would remember everything.
It's a gamble, even a bit wishful thinking.
Will you really remember it?
Not seen.
All these assumptions are meaningless.
The Holy Son forgot about Lily, but still kept his mission in mind. He took out the information book from his arms, lowered his head and wrote on it: "Are you willing to be the successor?"
Su Qingyu shook his head.
The Holy Son was not surprised: "I think so."
"I don't agree with your philosophy." Su Qingyu felt that another way of death was not the antidote to this world.
It's nothing more than going from one extreme to another.
What is the essential difference between the seventeenth level of hell and the eighteenth level of hell?
The town can no longer sustain the arrival of the next group of outsiders.
The Holy Son sat slumped beside the small candle, watching the candles light up one by one. There was a red drink and a blue drink in front of him.
He said no more.
Until breathing stops.
Another gust of cold wind blew into the room, and finally the light of the candle went out.
Su Qingyu heard chaotic footsteps and screams again.
She needs to get out of here.
When she turned to leave again, Su Qingyu hesitated in her steps. Finally, she seemed to have made up her mind and took the information book from the hands of the Holy Son. There was a five-pointed star painted on the cover of the information book.
The crazy nun rushed into the room. When they came in, Su Qingyu had already gone away.
Completely contaminated, they began to tear each other apart.
The fighting in the entire town continued into the evening.
A blood-red afterglow enveloped the entire town.
The streets smelled of death and were stained with blood.
Especially in the church, blood seeped out from the door frame. After the nuns could not find the target, they began to kill each other.
The massacre spread from the church to the entire town.
When it was all over, the few remaining residents of the town looked at the street in disbelief.
The little girl in Lolita dress stood in a pool of blood, laughing with tears: "Hahaha... They are all dead... They won't let us leave... We will never leave again..."
Zhu Shanhai held his head, and he felt that the wax figures that originally surrounded him disappeared in an instant.
Because of fear, he has been hiding in the cabinet of the wax figure exhibition.
As a person who often plays escape games, he firmly believes that being a master is not to be able to sneak around in weird situations. The real masters are those who are good at hiding in a cupboard and are as stable as an old dog.
Zhu Shanhai didn't come out of the cabinet until there was no movement outside.
Su Qingyu, Zhuang Xiaodie, Zhu Shanhai, and Bai Huo reached the S-level customs clearance standard, eliminated the source of pollution in [Wax Town], and got out of the three-star rules alive.
Luo Zixuan reached the A-level customs clearance standard and left [Wax Town] one day earlier than them.
When they opened their eyes again, the four of them were sitting in the movie exhibition hall.
Seeing that Zhu Shanhai was safe and sound, even though he had lost weight, Su Qingyu and others were sincerely happy for him.
Especially Bai Huo, he patted Zhu Shanhai on the shoulder with relief: "I thought something had happened to you."
The flesh on Zhu Shanhai's face trembled, and his brows relaxed: "If Miss Luo is okay, the survival rate of this copy is 100%!
It is indeed the right choice to choose you!
This experience is a rare treasure for the entire red organization! "
Zhuang Xiaodie took out ten bottles of red drinks from her black backpack and placed them in front of them one by one.
"I copied this from a copy."
Su Qingyu was stunned: "You carried so much?"
"Yes, it's heavy." Zhuang Xiaodie felt that her backpack would be burst by these bottles of red drinks.
Zhu Shanhai said: "I also received a reward of five thousand hell coins, what about you?"
Bai Huo touched his pocket and said, "Me too."
Su Qingyu had no idea about the ghost coins that were rewarded every time a copy was cleared.
Not because she didn't pay attention, but because she really couldn't notice.
Those few Ming coins are not enough to keep the fraction in Su Qingyu Tiandi's bank card.
The other trialists were given out coins, but every time Su Qingyu got the coins, they would go directly into his bank card.
In such a long series of numbers, just a few numbers changed, and she couldn't feel it at all.
The next step is to distribute the spoils.
