I picked up a boyfriend in the infinite game

Chapter 222 Mingde Yijuku High School 36

The countdown came to an abrupt end, and Song Guicheng's heart stopped for a moment, as if a silk thread suddenly tightened, tangling his heart into a twisted ball.

"..."

Before he could utter a word, the blood wall he was leaning against suddenly collapsed, turning into smoke in the air and drifting away with the wind blowing through the window.

Song Guicheng's entire body was corroded to the point where only bones were left, with no flesh or skin left. He was crushed to the ground by the wall of blood and struggled to get up.

He could neither hear nor see, and was almost like a dead man, like a piece of stone that had been eroded beyond recognition by molten lava.

Fortunately, without external threats, Song Guicheng's body was recovering rapidly. Because so many cell mechanisms were involved, he could even feel how new cells broke through the membrane and grew wildly.

This crazy growth brought more severe pain than destruction. Song Guicheng almost crushed his finger bones, but he endured it without making a sound.

Wait a little longer, at least until his eyes recover, before we can confirm Pei Shuangjin's condition.

Gradually, the sound of raindrops came into my ears again, silently washing away the pungent smell of blood.

Bloody smell?

Song Guicheng's mind was in a mess, and it took him a long time to connect to the signal from this world.

Why is there such a strong smell of blood?

"Pei..." He moved his lips, wanting to shout out the name, but found that his throat was burned and he couldn't even make a hoarse sound.

He could only hear the sound of rain, and other than that, there was silence, a silence that made him feel cold all over.

The heart was beating wildly under the thin skin, and the fragile blood vessels were vibrating as if they would burst in the next second, and then the red heart would roll out of the empty upper body.

Song Guicheng stretched out his hand from under the ribs that had not yet fully healed. Half of his palm was white bone and the other half was red texture. There were bloodshot threads all over, and flesh hanging on the bones. He groped forward.

In fact, his sense of touch has not yet recovered. He just wants to grab something, as if as long as he grabs something, his heart will calm down.

But he touched nothing. Except for him, all other people and things in the world seemed to have melted into the endless rain.

Song Guicheng raised his head with difficulty, but his eyes were completely obscured by shadows. It was the first time he knew that scabs could form on the eyes.

Crackling, crackling, the heavy rain was like beads, hitting the glass mercilessly, breaking into tiny water droplets and sprinkling onto the floor through the gaps.

Song Guicheng turned his head in a daze. He felt that his head was not straight. However, Song Guicheng didn't know that his spine was completely broken, so when he raised his head, only skin and flesh were hanging on his head, shaking unsteadily.

With the frequency of vibration, small, cracked, scattered blood scabs fell off a little bit, and began to piece together this world from the broken corner.

So Song Guicheng saw Pei Shuangjin from the corner of his eyes.

Pei Shuangjin's blood was drained out.

Pei Shuangjin scratched the floor.

Pei Shuangjin desperately crossed the darkness and ran towards him.

Pei Shuangjin lay motionless.

Song Guicheng's brain was not yet fully awake, only the pain of broken bones suddenly exploded in his heart. It was not a simple break, but more like an ancient glacier collapsing under a violent impact, countless icicles pierced his small heart, weaving a web of pain.

He finally understood what the silence in his ears meant.

"Pei...Frost is gone?"

But Song Guicheng still couldn't make any sound. He wanted to get up, but the delayed pain was like a poisonous vine tearing at him and nailing him to the spot.

The tears were shackled by blood scabs, accumulating more and more in the eye sockets, tearing the bulge of the eye membrane, and finally only a little bit fell from the corner.

"Ah ah ah ah ah--"

Song Guicheng was devastated but unable to speak or move. His heart was in turmoil, with raging waves, collapsed mountains and sand colliding with each other, but the only sound left in the world was the steady rain.

"Bang", something fell out of Song Guicheng's body. He didn't lower his head, but a fist-sized piece of blood-red flesh rolled all the way to Pei Shuangjin's ears and into his sight, beating dying in his hazy eyes.

He realized belatedly that it was his heart.

When the pain becomes physical, even the heart cannot bear its weight.

Can a person live without a heart?

Song Guicheng didn't know, he only felt cold, a tremendous chill sweeping across this small world.

The coldness crept up his back from his ankles, then reached out to cover his eyes with both hands, freezing every nerve fiber in the extreme cold that made the world dim.

Song Guicheng seemed to have returned to the beginning of his life and turned into the baby who had died in the womb.

The sound of rain outside the window finally stopped.

After a very long time, so long that the world began to turn white and his body lost consciousness in the cold, Song Guicheng finally felt that he had recovered. His eyes became clear again, his limbs became flexible and soft, and blood flowed in his veins.

He slowly stood up from his knees, naked, with skin as transparent as snow under the sun, and his long hair scattered. Song Guicheng picked up a strand of hair in a daze and brought it close to his eyes - white hair.

White hair?

The dazzling white light outside the window made him dazed. He turned his head and saw heavy snow falling all over the sky.

"Snowing."

Song Guicheng crawled forward slowly on his knees. There were only a few steps between him and Pei Shuangjin, but it was the longest road he had ever walked.

"Look, it's snowing..."

He took Pei Shuangjin's hand and tried to pull him up, but he touched the wound on his wrist. The flesh was flying around and the bone was visible. The blood had all drained out from there.

No wonder the core of this monster was so easy to find, no wonder this monster was defeated so easily in the end...

The blood of the gods is enough to burn all the filth in the world. Even if Pei Shuangjin is just a wisp of soul, it is like a dazzling light to the filth, and everything will retreat wherever it touches. With the blessing of Song Guicheng's own power, this crisis was safely overcome.

But Pei Shuangjin is just a mortal now, and this method of bleeding is tantamount to self-destruction.

He closed his eyes forever.

Pei Shuangjin's entire body was covered in blood, like a cocoon wrapped in spider silk waiting to be broken. He struggled to death just before taking off.

Song Guicheng leaned over to wipe the blood off his face. His face was completely bloodless and extremely cold.

"You're not dead, are you? This is just a clone of you."

Song Guicheng's hands were covered with Pei Shuangjin's blood. The bright red flowing in his palm lines was like burning magma, rolling over the wound in his heart over and over again.

"Blame me. If I had been quicker, you wouldn't have been in such a hurry to come find me. It's all my fault. I left you there all by yourself. How could I not have thought that you were worried about me?"

After saying this, he laughed at himself and said, "But if it weren't for your determination to bleed me, I would have been swallowed by those tentacles."

That powerful force was entangled, slippery, and sticky, with a familiar smell. It had attacked them once before when the two of them were running towards the elevator. Song Guicheng was almost certain who was behind it.

He regretted, "I shouldn't have dragged you into this. At least in this world, you are not a god and can enjoy an ordinary but smooth life. It was me who ruined your peaceful life."

The wound on Pei Shuangjin's wrist revealed the pain and despair before his death. Song Guicheng stared at him for a long time, his light brown eyes filled with bitterness and darkness.

After a long while, he leaned over, like a believer kneeling down to worship his faith, and kissed her devoutly.

As the kiss fell, countless light pink spots emanated from Pei Shuangjin's body, stayed beside Song Guicheng for a moment, and then quickly dissipated. Pei Shuangjin's body began to become blurred.

At the same time, Song Guicheng clearly felt something being pulled out of his body, as if someone was grabbing the spine of his soul and dragging it outward. Every inch of separation would break the adhesion of flesh and blood. The nerve endings were screaming in the air, but there was no blood at the break.

He looked at the palm of his hand, and found that the mark of summoning gods was faintly emerging on his body. Strange words and complicated patterns spread all over his body. As the feeling of being pulled away became stronger and stronger, the marks became clearer and clearer.

Song Guicheng thought of the sacrifices proposed by Gao Yu: loss, death, moment, change, and reincarnation.

He felt dizzy, his stomach churned, and the whole world seemed to be spinning upside down while he was in a trance. Finally, he could not hold on and collapsed to the ground.

An abandoned heart lay beside his hand, but Song Guicheng turned a blind eye to it. His heart was frozen and confused, no longer as hot, warm and sincere as when he first stepped into the Soul-Tracing Game.

When he opened his eyes, he saw the flickering flames and heard the sound of suona. Song Guicheng thought he was just involved in a strange and terrifying game, but he didn't expect that he was walking into the verdict of fate.

In this tragic and lost life, he is always losing. Family, friendship and love, all that he once possessed, finally disappeared.

He has eternal power, but everything he gains is fleeting.

White hair spread out behind Song Guicheng, and black marks wrapped around him, from his slender neck to his thin collarbone, from his skinny belly to his sunken ankles. He looked like a goblin or a demon, but not a god.

At this moment, what was he sacrificing? Was it Pei Shuangjin's death or his own loss? Song Guicheng was not quite clear.

A ray of light blue light emanated from his body, gradually gathered into a solid body, was wrapped in light pink light spots, and flew into the sky.

During this process, Song Guicheng felt like he was gently wrapped by the boundless sea. His consciousness fluctuated and echoed, and his body felt light and had no foothold. His body was in pain, but his consciousness was completely relaxed.

That faint blue light is a ray of original power in Song Guicheng's body.

As the light spot drifted away, he suddenly understood something. Pei Shuangjin must die. Only the death of his clone can draw out the divine power in his body and nourish his original body.

But he also had new doubts. What exactly was the clone projected in the copy? Why was the light emitted from the clone different from the original power?

But no one was destined to answer him, and he could only grope his way through and piece together the gods step by step.

As the light dissipated, the mark on Song Guicheng's body also faded until it disappeared completely. He got up from the ground. Although he had lost a trace of his original power, his body functions were completely restored to their original state.

He touched his chest and felt a strong heartbeat, then looked back at the floor. Only the silver apple pendant was left, as if the rolling of his heart just now was just an illusion.

Song Guicheng picked up the apple pendant, which still retained Pei Shuangjin's warmth. He couldn't help but squeeze it tighter.

What kind of determination and courage does it take to resolutely cut one's wrists just to get a chance to be with him?

Song Guicheng looked out the window. The snow was falling very heavily, yet too quietly. After a while, the snow accumulated to be as thick as half a person.

He couldn't help but frown. This abnormal snow indicated that there was something wrong with the order of this world. Otherwise, why would it snow so heavily when the cherry blossoms were in full bloom? However, the system did not report any abnormality in the world.

Song Guicheng was lost in thought when suddenly his ankle was poked. He took two steps back reflexively and looked over with a sharp gaze. He saw Xiaohua, who was as big as his palm, looking up and saying in a childish voice:

"Mom, you dyed it."

Song Naked Return was stunned on the spot. For one second, two seconds, three seconds, he made a sharp sound and covered Xiaohua's eyes: "Xiaohua, you..."

How come you didn’t wake up half an hour earlier, didn’t wake up half an hour later, and woke up when your parents weren’t wearing clothes!

The sky is falling.

Xiaohua sat down obediently, not pulling at her mother's hand, and asked, "What's wrong with me?"

Song Guicheng managed to say, "Why don't you sleep a little longer?"

Xiaohua:?