Doomsday Game

The incarnation of the world of reincarnation opened his mouth to explain Feng Mo's doubts:

"Actually, he is the main personality, and you are the sub-personality, so you are full of flaws. And both of you are destined to meet Lin Yue. But because he is too much like a living person, instead, you are the first to reveal your identity, and Lin Yue The guardian contract was concluded. Originally, he was supposed to be stronger than you, but unfortunately, the memories he created for himself were too real, which instead hindered him and brought him a lot of trouble. In addition, when hunting the richest man The richest man controls his spirit, and he is completely ordinary."

Her words straightened Feng Mo's mind immediately.

No wonder...

It's no wonder Jiang Shuihan is so handsome that he doesn't look like a real person. The children born in Yuncheng are all handsome men and beautiful women, and that kind of beauty is actually rare among ordinary reincarnations.

No wonder Jiang Shuihan trusted Lin Yue completely when he met him for the first time, and handed over his only weapon to Lin Yue with confidence.

No wonder Jiang Shuihan used his Nirvana card on Lin Yue without hesitation.

No wonder he unconditionally accepted and understood all of Lin Yue's arrangements...

Looking at it this way, it turns out that Jiang Shuihan paid more?

So... Feng Mo is a little confused——

Why is it that Lin Yue obviously has a better relationship with him, while Jiang Shuihan is just an ordinary teammate?

Could it be because... he was lucky and met Lin Yue earlier?

It seems to make sense, and it seems that something is wrong...

The world of reincarnation did not give Feng Mo time to continue pondering.

After she raised her arm, a red portal appeared beside Feng Mo:

"I can't save him because I don't have time. You can save him yourself."

After creating the portal, the incarnation of the reincarnation world patted Feng Mo on the shoulder lightly.

All the bugs attached to Feng Mo rushed back to her body, and Feng Mo's lost body also recovered.

The bug crawled all over her face in an instant, leaving only her left eyeball.

Now, she didn't even have the strength to speak.

She stretched out her hand and plucked out her only left eyeball that was not polluted.

There is no bloody picture as imagined. When the eyeball is picked out, it becomes a crystal clear white spherical gemstone.

She handed the ball to Feng Mo, and pointed to the portal.

Without words, Feng Mo knew that she was urging him to leave.

Feng Mo didn't know what the use of this gem was, but...it was the only gift she gave him.

He clenched the gem tightly and stepped into the portal.

Without looking back, I decided to leave.

She "watched" his back, but was not disappointed.

Because she clearly "saw" him saying in her heart:

"Goodbye, Mom."

When he saw him enter the [Ghost City], the incarnation of the reincarnation world whispered to himself——

"You are really... my most promising son."

This time, she wasn't mocking.

She really likes him as a child, otherwise, she wouldn't have violated the rules and revived him in Yuncheng, and wouldn't have allowed him to be like heaven and earth.

In her opinion, Feng Mo was born in chaos, with a kind of natural goodness and true evil in him.

He is pure, nature in good times and nature in evil times.

Likes are likes, dislikes are dislikes, his likes and dislikes may have no reason, but they are passionate.

And this kind of uncertain personality is more suitable for dealing with the completely crazy rules of the reincarnation world.

She believed he would make a difference.

When she touched him just now, she changed his physique. The abilities and cards he can get after entering the world of reincarnation will undergo huge changes because of her tiny actions just now...

If he wants to survive in the world after her death, the previous cards and abilities are too weak, how can such fragile abilities protect the person he wants to protect?

It's a pity that she...is destined not to see their future.

The black worm completely devoured her.

Completely dead, she lost her human form and turned into a ball of bugs.

The worm ball floated into the air, changed into various shapes, and slowly flew towards the huge jar containing the brain.

And the brain in that jar was almost all black, leaving only a small area in the frontal lobe that remained white, as if it was doing its final struggle...

……

The sewer of Conch Hospital is very wide. It should have been an underground refuge during wartime, and it was later converted into a sewer.

After finding a small fork leading in all directions, Lin Yue sat down at the slightly cleaner fork and leaned against the wall to rest.

Along the way, he saw the corpses of a dozen NPCs.

The corpses were all gnawed and tattered, Lin Yue didn't dare to look at them, felt the body temperature of the corpses, it was completely cool, it seems that this place has been attacked by blood corpses long ago.

It's not safe here, it can only be used as a temporary foothold.

Lin Yue took out the soft cushion from the space ring, sat down, and gently hugged Wang Sichen's small body.

Wang Sichen only has 1 point above his head, and his 1 point is the only point left by Lin Yue.

Wang Sichen was still in a deep sleep, not knowing what the female ghost did to him just now. In "Sleep", Wang Sichen occasionally frowned, stretched out his two little hands in horror, and after grabbing Lin Yue's clothes, He will feel a little more at ease and no longer frown.

Lin Yue let him grab his neckline.

Because Wang Sichen grabbed too hard, he strangled Lin Yue's neck. Lin Yue felt that his breathing was not smooth, so he gently squeezed Wang Sichen's little finger, trying to change his grasp.

But Wang Sichen refused to let go of his fingers no matter what.

Just when Lin Yue was helpless, a smiling and pleasant male voice suddenly appeared in his ears——

"Put harder, wake him up, don't spoil him!"

Lin Yue narrowed his eyes, quickly turned the light of the flashlight on that position, and looked coldly at the person who made the sound.

Feng Mo stood in front of a red portal with a smile, and waved to Lin Yue with a shallow smile.

Lin Yue didn't even think about it, so he pressed Wang Sichen's tiger's mouth hard, and broke his hand away with brute force.

Throwing Wang Sichen on the mat casually, Lin Yue kept pointing the light of the flashlight at Feng Mo's face, pressing towards him step by step.

At first, Lin Yue suspected that Feng Mo in front of him was transformed from a rabbit's blood corpse.

But... Although the rabbit blood corpse can imitate the appearance of others, it can't speak.

In addition, Feng Mo disappeared inexplicably before, and it seems that it is not a strange thing to return inexplicably at this time.

Lin Yue still needs to use some basic questions to confirm his identity.

Walking two meters away from Feng Mo, Lin Yue stopped and asked vigilantly:

"Remember when we first met? What did you give me?"

Mentioning this, Feng Mo felt a little uncomfortable.

The moment when the two of them met for the first time was among the most impressive memories of Lin Yue when he was dying.

Feng Mo was very pleased that Feng Mo could leave a trace deep in Lin Yue's memory, but he was also a little unhappy.

Because the protagonist of that memory is not him, but the lighter!

As a result, now that he was back, Lin Yue still asked for a lighter? !

He kind of hated this show-robbing lighter.

In order to dispel Lin Yue's concerns, Feng Mo had no choice but to answer:

"...a gold Zippo lighter."

Hearing Feng Mo gave the correct answer, Lin Yue heaved a sigh of relief.

Seeing Feng Mo again, Lin Yue felt an indescribable feeling in his heart, excited, satisfied, and uneasy.

He restrained some impulsive emotions in his heart, took out something from the space ring, and solemnly stuffed it into Feng Mo's hand:

"That's right, I'll give you a gift."

Feng Mo stretched out his left hand, and Lin Yue put a lighter in the palm of his left hand.

Feng Mo fiddled with the lighter in his palm in surprise:

"You still have it?"

This is the lighter that Feng Mo threw to Lin Yue when the two of them met for the first time.

Lin Yue's expression was cold and indifferent:

"This thing is very commemorative, and it is very practical. Just now when I was dying, I recalled a lot of things. There is a scene that I was very impressed with, that is, when you threw the lighter to me... So I want to put It returns to its owner."

As he spoke, Lin Yue's expression became a little awkward. He stretched out his hand, scratched his chin in embarrassment, and lowered his voice:

"At that time, I really... felt very hopeless. When I thought about seeing so many corpses every day in the reincarnation world, I felt that I might not be able to survive, and I would commit suicide in a short time. Fortunately, at that time With you and your lighter, I can calm down by smoking."

Hearing Lin Yue's words, Feng Mo seemed to think of something.

His eyes sparkled, he looked down at the lighter, and then looked up at Lin Yue's face:

"When I first met you, I gave you a lighter. When Jiang Shuihan first met you, he gave you a gun. In the end, I was your guardian. Isn't he? ... What you need more is calmness and restraint, rather than using violence to solve everything?"

Lin Yue couldn't understand what Feng Mo said.

Moreover, the information in his words made Lin Yue feel a little uncomfortable.

Lin Yue's complexion gradually turned cold:

"...What does it have to do with Jiang Shuihan?"

Feng Mo spread out his right hand, in which lay a pure white gem quietly.

He shook the white gem, then the lighter, and smiled playfully:

"This is a gift from my mother, and you also gave me a gift. Today is really a strange day. Then I will treat it as my seventh birthday."

mom?

When did Feng Mo have a mother?

Seventh birthday?

Isn't Feng Mo only "born" for less than four months?

Lin Yue was at a loss when he heard it, and also felt a trace of fear from the bottom of his heart.

From Feng Mo's subtle expression, he seemed to sense that Feng Mo wanted to deliver bad news to himself.

From the looks of it, it's super bad news.