The low murmur reached her ears from all directions like chanting sutras.
It was a very strange language. She had never heard of it before, but she found that she could understand it, as if the method of deciphering this language had already been engraved in the code of her life.
The room is full of dust
The master and the priest live here
Warlocks and soothsayers dwell here
Dust is their nourishment
Their food is mud
The dead crowded together
The plight of the poor souls is even worse
Who are you?
Who are you?
You are the star that rises when the sun rises
I will report to my Lord
Tell Ereshkigal about your situation
The grass of life spreads throughout your heart
Fill your body with the water of life
Meandering like a snake
Escape from the Tomb of Death!
A pain that penetrated her body made her unable to breathe. Zhang Hanju didn't know what was happening to her. She only felt as if her heart had been torn apart and her free soul was tightly held by countless hands and driven in one direction.
It's that painful opening.
"Ha!" She sat up suddenly and took a breath of cold air.
A savage stood beside her, holding a wooden sword stained with blood in his hand. She lowered her head and saw that there was a bloody hole in her heart. When she looked closely, she saw that the wound was healing rapidly.
The surrounding savages gathered, and they danced around her again when she woke up. Zhang Hanju, who was confused about the situation, had to stay still. He didn't know what kind of trick they were playing. Could it be a pre-dinner ceremony?
When the dance ended, they retreated and walked deeper into the forest where the ice and snow had not yet melted.
Before Zhang Hanju fully woke up, others hurried over.
She remembered that she had vomited a lot of blood. It was strange that now that she should have returned to the real world, why was she still shivering with cold in this deep forest.
Shen Tianhuan, Xu Feiyang and Yang Jiajia all approached her and carefully checked her condition. They saw that she was no longer bleeding and the wound on the heart that had just been pierced had also healed.
Xu Feiyang gave Yang Jiajia a thumbs-up, "You are awesome, how do you know they will help her bring her back to life?"
Yang Jiajia said, "I'm just trying my luck as a doctor."
Shen Tianhuan touched her hair, "Do you feel better now?"
Zhang Hanju held his hand and sat up from the ground, patting the ice and snow on his body, "Okay, I don't know what's wrong with me, but I bleed so much all of a sudden." It was worse than the bleeding during three or four menstrual periods. There was still a lot of blood, and she remembered that when she closed her eyes, her hands were filled with her own blood.
"It's okay, you may be... malnourished... just wait until we get out of here." Shen Tianhuan comforted her.
"I am so hungry."
"How about I look for rabbits tonight and hunt them for you to eat?"
"Are there any quails? I really want to eat quails. Pheasants are also fine..."
A person came back from the dead, but in this sunrise world, no one thought it was extremely bizarre, except Xu Feiyang who claimed to write this incident down in his diary.
Just as Zhong Xingfeng was about to enter into a conversation with her, an employee from the consciousness stripping department stopped the operation, "Gong Zhong, Mr. Luo said that she has taken the NPC away and re-wrote part of it herself. You don't have to worry about this."
Zhong Xingfeng walked out of here and contacted her, "Teacher, just let me handle it. You don't need to worry about her."
Luo Wu's old voice came from the projection in front of him, "She was created by me. Even if she needs to be rewritten, I will do it myself."
Zhong Xingfeng hesitated for a few seconds, "Should we report her situation to the security inspection department and dispose of the character according to the situation?"
She sneered twice, "I will evaluate whether to abandon her, you don't need to say more."
"Okay, teacher."
The call ended abruptly.
The office between the tall buildings was still lit in the middle of the night, and there was a small room in the room that looked like a confessional.
Made of glass walls, it's too beautiful to look like a confessional.
There is a log chair inside the glass wall and one outside the glass wall.
Luo Wu sat outside, and Zou Qiuyue was trapped inside.
She resisted her cruelly, but in the end she only got a chance to talk to her.
Children are always stupid. In front of their mother, she is fragile but does not know how to arm herself. Instead, she begs to be loved, but she does not understand that the more she desires that thing, the faster she will die and the deeper the pain will be.
"Tell me, why do you want to see me?"
"I just want to ask you some questions. I have wanted to ask you since I existed."
As she spoke, she took off her clothes, revealing the owl tattoo on her back that seemed to tell the story of her life's pain.
She thought that this way, she would soften her heart and give her a satisfactory answer, even if it was a lie.
But a mother who doesn't love her children doesn't even bother to tell lies.
"I gave you wisdom when I created you. Although it's not much, I think it's enough, so I hope you won't ask me some stupid questions." Luo Wu lit the cigarette, took two puffs, and knocked it on the outside of the glass cover. of smoke.
"What am I to you?"
She laughed sarcastically, "Are you so idiotic for the first question?"
"answer me!"
"Looking at me struggling in the world you made up, unable to resist, why haven't you been merciful even once?"
"Kid, this is the second question."
Luo Wu crushed the cigarette butt and exhaled the last puff of smoke. "The first question is, you are just a toy for human beings to vent their desires. I created you because I need you to help me achieve the so-called success in this world."
"What's the answer to the second question?" Her eyes turned red.
"You are just a number, a meaningless string of codes. Let me ask you, why should I be kind to you who is so unreal?"
"You created me just for those rich people to be wild and happy?"
"Otherwise, do you think the Sunrise Game has any deeper meaning? What I created is not a utopia."
"What if I died, would you be sad?"
Luo Wu had no other emotions and looked at her numbly, "Dead? I will change another one. The core code is in my hands. Without Zou Qiuyue, I will create another Wang Qiuyue, Li Qiuyue..."
She finally held her face and cried loudly, "If I am destined to be your puppet and slave when I am born, then what is the meaning of my existence?"
"No, who said your existence is meaningful?"
She was too eager to be loved by the Creator, but when she broke through the mirror, came to her, and talked to her with her true self, she found that she could not grasp anything at all. There was no hope in her life. She was trapped and broken. Wings, serve one guest after another, letting them get the happiness that love can bring from her.
"Do you think you are a human being just because you are in human form? You are not even human."
"What is a real person like?" Zou Qiuyue asked, "As ruthless as you?"
"I was not born to be your toy. I also feel pain. I also have my own consciousness of thinking. I can think. Doesn't this prove that I am a human being?"
"Of course not, being a human is not that simple. You think that when you start thinking about freedom, it is a sign of becoming a human. No, you only think because I gave you the power to think. If I take it away, if I weaken, you will start again. Become an idiot and be like the flowers and plants in your world, they have no other function except to look good."
She stood up from the chair and approached the glass cover, as if she could be closer to her, but the woman she regarded as her mother still sat firmly in her position, refusing to take a step forward.
"You created me and you destroyed me without hesitation," she accuses her of being ruthless.
"You erased my memory and all my pain. Do you think you can control me and prevent me from remembering it?"
Luo Wu said, "I'm doing this for your own good."
"For my own good? Hahahahahahaha, for my own good? Hahahahahahaha..."
She threw her head back and laughed, then threw herself on the glass wall like a madman, punching it hard. Blood burst out of her hands and her finger bones were shattered. She vented herself like a moth to a flame. anger.
Blood and tears interacted, and the blood slid down the crystal clear glass wall, like drops of tears.
She hates it, but who does she want to hate? Do you hate those who killed her, humiliated her, raped her, or hurt her? No, what she hated most was the person who created her.
She was in hell, but she still refused to give in. She was lonely and helpless in this miserable world, trying to find a trace of warmth, but how could this man give it to her? If she had even a shred of humanity, she wouldn't be reduced to this.
The most terrifying thing is not the past, but her hopeless future, her loveless future.
A future she cannot escape.
She completely collapsed and ran around in the glass enclosure, trying to break through the restrictions, thinking that she could escape in this way.
Luo Wu just looked at it for who knows how long.
