First Player

Chapter 177 Chapter 176·BE9·Going Home

Mo Mo knelt on the cold snow, digging his fingers into the floor painfully like crazy, and there was blood between his fingers.

The girl protected beneath him remained motionless and no longer smiled.

Maybe Mo Mo just came back, so he slipped through the net, but it doesn't matter. Judging from his unprotected attitude towards the wind and snow, he probably won't survive long.

Mo Mo raised his head, suddenly looked at Su Ming'an, and roared hoarsely:

"——It's all you, it's all because I saved you——

If it weren’t for you, our town wouldn’t be—”

Momo's eyes were red.

His facial features were distorted by grief, and tears ran down the man's weather-beaten face, turning the snow on his face into a ball.

As if endless grief was raging in his body, he choked for a moment, and a mournful cry escaped from his lips.

"... You nobles are all the same. You don't understand anything at all... Life is just like a feather in your eyes. You don't understand the price we pay to live -" he said, his emotions He became more and more agitated, and his anger suddenly burst into flames.

He suddenly moved and howled like a beast. He suddenly rushed forward in an extremely crazy manner, stretching out his hands as if he wanted to grab Su Ming'an's throat.

"Qingqing, Qingqing is dead -" His roar was heartbreaking, as if fire was erupting from his chest: "Qingqing is dead! Do you still remember her? She was obviously such a good child - "

Su Mingan looked at the hand he stretched out, with blood between the fingers.

"Bang——!"

He closed his eyes, and the outer layer of his eyelids was suddenly splashed with a little warmth. The smell of blood burst out instantly, and he felt that his entire face was sprinkled with a layer of blood.

He opened his eyes.

The crazy Mo Mo in front of him has lost his original shape. There is a slightly thick layer of blood mud on the snow, and the splashed blood spots bloom like fireworks.

... Someone took the lead and killed Momo in such a simple and cruel way.

Su Ming'an had a premonition of something, took out a cloth, wiped his blood-stained face clean, turned around and looked behind where the energy wave had just been transmitted.

Amidst the wind and snow, a white shadow stood quietly on the snow blanket, seeming to blend in with its surroundings.

Those bright silver eyes looked here quietly, with a heavyness that seemed to be locked in time.

"The prophet is dead?" Sheng Qi asked, his voice calm.

"Dead." Su Mingan said.

"Did you kill him?"

"Um."

Su Mingan dropped the blood-stained cloth on the ground, and then raised the sword again.

"Are you still unwilling to go back?" Sheng Qi asked.

The death of Xu Anna seemed inconsequential in his eyes, so he skipped the topic and still asked the repeated question.

"Who would be willing to go back and die?" Su Ming'an said in a matter-of-fact tone: "As you can see, the experiment is progressing very quickly, and I can now guarantee its success. Letting me live is far better than letting me die."

Being accustomed to game strategies, he is good at considering the process of the game itself and thinking about it from the perspective of a designer.

For example, he took this perfect customs clearance route away from the main square, and there is no failure prompt yet, which means that he still has other ways to go. Considering Sheng Qi, there should be a way to survive.

If we can convince the other party, perhaps this route will be considered a success.

...In the end, there must be a glimmer of hope. It is impossible for him to face the ceiling of combat power. It depends on whether he can grasp it.

Then, he saw the mainland ruler in front of him who had never changed his expression. He closed his eyes and his tone became softer:

"If possible." Sheng Qi said softly, his voice almost whispering: "...I also hope you can live."

"Then let me go." Su Mingan said: "My magic circle can be completed within tomorrow. Although it is only the first version, it can already subtly change the talents of many people. If we continue to study... change those who are contaminated Warcraft, it will be very simple to purify the malice in their blood - you just need to give me time, and I will change the entire continent."

"Shengqi." He read the other party's name with an extremely sincere tone: "...Believe me. I have no idea or threat to your continent. You just need to give me a laboratory and let me live...I can do it. Bringing you everything.”

He knew that the other party was a mainland careerist and a theocratic ruler. As early as the first meeting in the hall, Shengqi told him that he would build a country where humans are gods and rule the ignorant people with theocratic power.

The personal statement that Qin Wang left behind also told him that the other party was a guy who wanted to snatch the results of the experiment to maintain the rule of the system, so that when the experiment was just about to be completed, the other party was eager to seize him, a continent with a high reputation. The Holy Master delivered it to the altar.

He gradually figured out the other person's thoughts, and his own behavior had always been in the direction of a scholar obsessed with research.

He did not show his full strength or his desire for power. He even dismissed Xu Anna who threw herself into his arms. After leaving the revolutionary army, he had no intention of returning. Instead, he spent the entire afternoon Studying his own magic circle without sleep or food is completely consistent with the image of a scholar who has no ambition and just wants to live.

Except for the challenge he once raised to the Holy Spirit... everything should be in line with the other party's wishes.

He looked at the other person with his eyes still closed, as if he didn't hear what he said.

The wind and snow were heavy, gradually blurring his vision.

He exhaled, almost no longer feeling the coldness of the wind and snow.

...Because the temperature of his body is almost the same as that of the outside world. Even colder than the snow.

The whiteness of his eyes was raging in front of him, and he saw Sheng Qi slowly opening his eyes, his eyes as sharp and determined as a blade.

"But the prophet is dead." Shengqi said.

The meaning is unclear.

Su Mingan didn't understand.

"Xu Anna is important?" he asked.

He got no response.

The wind and snow were mixed in front of his eyes, like travelers looking at each other across the bank. He watched the white shadow dissipate bit by bit into the snow.

"Xu Anna is a bargaining chip, one end of the scale. Her weight disappears, and then there is a piece missing." Sheng Qi's voice floated not far away: "Qinwang, do you understand what I mean?"

"I'm the heaviest chip on the scale."

Su Mingan talks to his Riddler.

"Yes." Sheng Qi responded.

Su Mingan laughed - he seemed to understand the meaning of what Sheng Qi just said.

It was like a thunderbolt that suddenly woke him up. If the fog was cleared away, all the answers would be clearly visible.

The wind and snow rolled in the darkness, and the sharp wind roared by.

Su Mingan looked at the dim skylight in the distance, and cold snow spots fell on his eyelashes. He blinked, and in front of his eyes was a glimmer of melted snow.

"You understand now. Then I will ask you one last time." Sheng Qi's voice suddenly sounded next to him, softer than ever before, and every word was full of confusing meaning: "...if, Everything is destined to be irreversible. Now, are you still willing to go back?"

"roll."

Su Mingan replied simply.

…

Su Mingan closed his eyes, and then opened them again.

Death returns and Sheng Qi really kills him.

The terrifying medicinal paste in front of her exuded a strange smell. The little girl stretched out her hands and smiled.

Outside the window, smoke drifted from the kitchen, and there were sounds of children playing, carts pushing snow, and firewood shaking.

The skylight fell slantingly, like a veil falling away. When the ink-like oppressive darkness of the night receded, what greeted us was a white and moist scene.

All things revive and thrive.

Su Mingan subconsciously clenched his hands, but soon let them go. His eyes were a little distracted, as if he was still immersed in the wind and snow that almost swallowed up the world at night.

"——Sister, you're awake."

The girl's voice sounded, as clear and bright as glass.

Su Mingan's body trembled slightly. He silently took the paste and drank it. Then he found that the terrifying poisoning debuff was not triggered.

B-level luck is not so crotch-stretching.

After a bowl of hot goo with an indescribable taste entered his stomach, his state was quickly adjusted.

All subsequent processes were carried out as in the previous episode. When Mo Mo and Qing Qing went out and closed the door, he did not cut blood to study the magic circle, but thought about the next action.

——He has understood that the identity he has been assigned is definitely the difficulty level of hell.

Without any warning or hint, you will die suddenly and inexplicably. If you can't grasp every clue, it will be impossible to complete the level perfectly.

He even suspected that players in other parallel worlds, even those at the top of the list, would not be as difficult as him.

He had reached a point where there was almost no way out.

And the survival probability is even more outrageous. No matter how much effort has been made in the past, how much progress has been accumulated little by little, as long as it does not reach 100%, it may fall to the bottom at any time and show him 0% in minutes.

[I am the heaviest chip on the scale].

Su Mingan sat on the bed, looking at the dagger in his hand, and at the light reflected on the surface of the dagger, his eyes.

The bloodshot eyes were obvious, and his head hurt like needles, repeatedly preventing him from thinking carefully.

[Xu Anna is also a bargaining chip].

[She disappeared, and there was one less piece on the scale. 】

——He has gradually understood.

Perhaps Sheng Qi was not so short-sighted and just wanted to kill him for the temporary rule of the mainland.

Shengqi seemed to be using their lives as "bargains" to decide what deal he wanted to make on the tenth day.

Xu Anna's life is a [chip], because when she dies, the quality of life that was originally planned is lost.

And Qinwang... may be the biggest [chip], more than many people combined, that's why Sheng Qicai is so persistent and insists on him going back.

This makes sense. For the deal on the tenth day, Sheng Qi wanted to kill many people, and one of them, the most useful, was him.

But in this case, there are also things that don’t make sense.

When Anna Xu dies, she loses her value. But Qinwang is...it is still valuable even after death.

Otherwise, Sheng Qi would not have killed him directly in the end.

Although there are still some things that he doesn't understand, Su Mingan has already begun planning this week's actions.

Sheng Qi should not have discovered this place originally, but the movement caused by Xu Anna attracted him here.

Therefore, what he has to do this week is to control the variables, stop Xu Anna, and then slowly deduce the truth based on everything that happens next.

After all, he is just an ordinary student. Faced with this situation, he can't think of any very foresighted action. Compared with other people who can clear the level in one life, he is really terrible. But fortunately, he has the opportunity to try and make mistakes over and over again.

He stood up without studying the magic circle.

If the time bomb of Shengqi is not solved, this magic circle will have no meaning.

He sent a message to Ying, asking him to contact the revolutionary army as soon as possible, and then opened the door.

In front of us are rows of rural bungalows, and outside the houses there is a circle of dry firewood and straw. Because it is so cold here, we can’t even see the shadows of some animals. We can only see two long rows of ruts in the snow, and people pulling them. The deep traces of footsteps left by driving the car.

All the adults seemed to have gone out, and there were only some children left in the town, but not even the older children were seen, only the kind of children who could barely walk were left playing together.

Perhaps as long as children have some ability to work, they will take on the task of sharing the pressure of the family.

Su Ming'an looked at the children playing outside the food stall diagonally across the street, and then saw Qing Qing standing beside him, who looked like a little snowman.

She seemed to be isolated, just standing aside with the unwashed medicine bowl and looking at the playing children.

Su Ming'an asked her casually: "What's wrong? Are you jealous?"

"..." Qingqing was silent for a moment.

"I'm not envious." She said, holding the bowl with her fingers, her knuckles turning white: "They are going to die today anyway."