I Was Once a Legend

Wang Que's hands and feet were numb from crying. In my impression, even on the day when Tan Qiuyu ruined the CAFA exam, she didn't cry like this.

Alan's desperate and tearful eyes lingered in her mind, and the induction of parasites had completely disappeared with Alan's fall from the cliff, but the disgusting feeling still remained in her heart.

She will never forget.

"It's all me, it's all me, I'm so useless..." Wang Que whimpered, "If, if I could master the ability earlier, Brother Huan Lun found bugs on him before he was parasitized, then No, no..."

She couldn't go on anymore, the overwhelming guilt and sadness turned into disgust at this moment, she hated her useless self, this box was specially entered for her to exercise, she has the ability of Ling Yinling, she should have It will save everyone a lot of trouble, how... how can you lose Alan?

Dong Linhai had suppressed his tears and said in a low voice: "No one will blame you, you have done a good job."

"No! It's not good enough at all!" Wang Que suddenly raised her voice, "You have done well enough. Countless people have said this to her. At that time, she was a genius student, so she accepted it with peace of mind. Praise, but now what?

She doesn't deserve it at all!

The snow was falling, and Dong Linhai still had blood from Alan's severed arm on his hands. He shook his head and gave Wang Que a hug.

This has nothing to do with the young boy's budding feelings, it's just out of comfort to his companions.

Wang Que also hugged his generous back, almost digging into his protective clothing, tears streaming down, unable to say a word.

The white cat appeared beside her, and Victor witnessed everything in Dong Linhai's summoned beast space, but at that time, he was powerless and could only watch the tragedy happen.

"Don't cry anymore, it's not good to cry out your eyes." Victor comforted in a low voice, "After death, a pilgrim can choose to become a prisoner or an NPC. After a deep understanding of the nature of a prisoner, Alan will probably become an NPC." npc, we should look forward to seeing him again in other boxes one day."

Wang Que saw that although Victor's eyes were moist and filled with sad emotions, but they could be called calm, he couldn't help but asked, "Uncle, you... aren't you sad?"

"I've seen countless deaths, and each of us will die eventually, won't we?" Victor replied softly, "The more you see, the more you can see."

He paused, and asked back: "When you died in the real world and came here, have you ever experienced the sadness of such a collapse?"

Wang Que was silent for a moment, then shook her head. At that time, she hadn't recovered from the fear of being pushed off the roof by Tan Qiuyu, and she was led by the clown to participate in the novice box.

Later, she found a place to live alone, and began to think about how to survive in the pure white world.

Only in the dead of night would she think of her parents and friends, and she left them hastily without even saying goodbye.

But what lingers in my heart is more unwillingness, longing and loneliness.

The sorrow of death is reserved only for those left behind by the dead.

"Stop crying, get ready to go." Victor touched Wang Que's cheek lightly with his forehead, "Alan wants us to live, so we must live up to his expectations."

Wang Que nodded, and gradually stopped her tears. She sobbed softly uncontrollably, stood up with Dong Linhai's support, turned the corner, and saw Cui Zuojing, Dong Zheng and Lin Hangzhi At the place where Allen fell off the cliff.

She opened her mouth, and seeing that no one was blaming her, she bit her lower lip hard.

"Let's go." Cui Zuojing took a deep breath, and he looked at Dong Zheng, whose eyes were flushed, but he didn't ask him to explain what happened in detail.

This journey was extremely silent, only the breathing of the people and the weak sobbing of Wang Que sounded in the communication channel. Allen's protective clothing was untied, and his voice could not be heard in the channel.

There is no way of knowing how he is now.

Cui Zuojing walked in the front, and everyone except him was in poor condition, so he took the initiative to lead the way.

Alan's half of his right arm was thrown into the cliff after Cui Zuojing got everyone's consent. They couldn't take it away. Alan's side, at least...a whole body was left.

Step by step, they left the blood-stained cliff and headed into the distance.

"Hiss..."

Severe pain burst out from the limbs and was faithfully transmitted to the brain. Normal people suffer from such pain, and the body will fall into a coma out of self-protection, but Alan is still fully awake.

He can clearly feel that the worm is in the back of his head, gradually controlling his brain, this control will be a kind of thorough control, he will become the walking dead of the parasite, and the corpse may even become its offspring hotbed.

Allen didn't want this.

But even if he was absolutely unwilling in his heart, there was nothing he could do now. After falling from such a high cliff, his body was fractured in countless places, blood was everywhere, and the incision where the amputated arm was severed was no longer there Blood came out.

The rapid blood loss and the low temperature environment made Allen feel like he was going to turn into a popsicle. He lay on the ground and stared straight up. There was a glacier crevice in the valley, which was probably formed by the movement of the earth's crust. It was only two or three meters long. Wide, he fell right into it.

The dagger fell to nowhere when he fell off the cliff. If there was a weapon by his side, even if he tried his best, Alan would aim it at his head and kill himself.

It was too painful.

He saw the figure of the giant red worm appearing at the end of his line of sight. The worm approached this slit and seemed to want to eat him, but he couldn't find a suitable entrance to enter.

After wandering for a while, the worm had to fly away.

Dong Zheng and the others should be fine.

Allen thought silently that he could no longer control his thinking well in the severe pain. He suddenly thought of the sweat on Dong Zheng's forehead when he struggled to save him from the Quantum Caterpillar in the Maze of Time, and thought of the teenager When I was on the golden time on the beach in California, I remembered Eri Kazama's shy smile again.

These scenes gradually overlapped and played out in front of his eyes.

Just then, he heard a small noise.

His reaction was already very slow, and when he realized that the approaching sound was footsteps, the sound was already very close.

someone over here?

Allen wanted to turn his head away with great effort, but he couldn't do it at all.

He hugged him with both hands, and leaned his broken body against the wall made of ice, generous and powerful.

His eyes moved with the movement of his body, and a man with blond hair and gray eyes appeared in front of him. His face was somewhat familiar. Allen thought for a while with his damaged brain, and suddenly realized that he had seen it in Twilight Island. people.

Domingo.

Why is he here?

There was a deep scar on Domingo's left cheek, which stretched all the way to the base of the ear. The red flesh was turned out, and the bleeding was no longer there. He was not wearing protective clothing, and he was wearing a thick winter coat.

"Be patient." Domingo knelt beside Allen on one knee, held his head with one hand to make him bow his head, and drew out the dagger with the other.

Domingo aimed at the bulge on the back of Alan's head, slashed on it, and then picked up the tip of the knife, directly hitting the parasite that had half penetrated Alan's brain.

He slowly picked out the worm, and the worm was bigger than when it was called out by Wang Que, and its body turned a frightening black red because it was full of blood.

There were still some white brain tissue hanging from its long feet. Domingo threw the worm on the ground, and when it turned over and tried to escape, he stepped on it.

Blood exploded from under the military boots, as if crushing a bulging blood bag.

Domingo rolled it hard a few times, and after confirming that the bug was dead, he let go of his feet, squatted down again, and asked in a low voice, "Are you okay?"

At the moment when the bug was separated from the body, Allen blinked his eyes slowly, and he was finally able to move again. To be honest, he didn't feel much pain just now, he was already numb. I don't feel anything.

He opened his mouth and could hardly make a sound: "... who are you?"

Domingo stared at him for a while, then said, "My name is Domingo."

"Who... are you?" Allen asked again.

He wanted to ask how the man in front of him found him, and why he helped him take out the worm, but such a long sentence was beyond his ability to say.

Domingo didn't answer. He checked the wound on Alan's broken arm. The wound had been frozen. In this situation, even the heart-stitching bear couldn't do anything. The little bear needed a clean wound to create a new limb.

Domingo slowly let go of his hand, tears flashed in his eyes, the man closed his eyes forcefully, and whispered: "I'm sorry, I... still can't save you."

Allen shook his head, he was breathing hard, and he could hardly feel the existence of his body.

He no longer asked who Domingo was. By now, Alan had a vague guess in his mind.

Since Domingo is unwilling to speak, there must be his concerns.

Blood froth welled up from the corners of Alan's lips. He looked at the man in front of him, and asked with difficulty: "I... still have the chance to choose to become a prisoner or an NPC, right?"

"Yes, death is not the end of life."

Allen's eyes began to slacken. The parasite had already destroyed his brain tissue after all.

"For example...if I become an npc, will I still...remember them?"

"Kether will erase all your memories, but you have to believe that even if they forget everything, they still remember."

The corners of Allen's lips raised so slightly that it was almost invisible, blood was bleeding from his ears and nostrils, and the pupil in the center of his blue eyes gradually expanded.

"Thanks……"

The sentence "thank you", after all, I still couldn't fully say it.

Domingo knelt there motionless, holding Alan's intact hand, unable to feel the temperature of the human body.

After a long time, he took a deep breath and raised his hand to close Alan's eyelids.

Domingo stood up, the wound on his thigh caused by Tang Ji was still bleeding slowly, and the black pants were already soaked.

He ignored it, and took out a piece of yellow talisman paper from his pocket, on which intricate lines were drawn with cinnabar.

Domingo tidied up Allen's body, combed his messy red hair, and laid him flat in the snow.

The holy snow against the red blood, like a mandala flower.

He took a few steps back and threw the talisman beside Allen.

The flames rose and enveloped everything in warmth.