When I become the official match of the full-level Tu Huang [Unlimited]

Jiang Hanyu was not the lucky one in this game, and Yitu's belief and world collapsed in an instant.

"Congratulations to Plum Blossom King Brant Daisy, the sixth-level player in the Ocean Zone, for successfully clearing the Bell of Time and being crowned the God of Time!"

The system announced only once, Xiang Mingjue subconsciously looked at the young man standing by the window who was almost integrated into the night in a trance.

In the face of great suffering and parting from life and death, no words of comfort can relieve, even the slightest.

Even Xiao Feng took a while to digest this unacceptable fact.

Neither of them opened their mouths to speak. Even Xiang Mingjue, who was pessimistic, was not really prepared for such a situation.

Who would have thought that Jiang Hanyu, King of Spades, would really die.

Such an invincible God of War didn't even make it to the end.

"Has that bell been closed?" Xiao Feng had a little luck and struggled to ask this sentence.

Xiang Mingjue's face was complicated, and his eyes never left the lonely shadow by the window from the beginning to the end.

"Yes, there can only be one player out of here."

The first winner and the last.

"The time hasn't come yet." Xiang Mingjue couldn't help but say.

Yitu was still standing by the window, not responding to what they said.

He is like a statue whose soul has been taken away, leaving only a cold shell.

He stood there for a long time, until Xiang Mingjue and Xiao Feng decided to leave, leaving him some private space.

Seeing that this day was about to pass for a long time, Yitu's rationality was pulled back from the nightmare reality.

His hands trembled violently, and it took him a long time to grope around for the thin card.

Maybe it was his own identity card, or the one given by Jiang Hanyu before his death.

Yitu didn't dare to guess, let alone think, his eyes were dizzy and his ears were ringing badly.

Holding the card, he finally lost his strength and sat on the ground along the wall.

Spreading his trembling hands, the card lay quietly in the palm of his hand.

Yitu stared at it as if staring into an abyss.

That's not his card.

All personal information belonging to Jiang Hanyu was erased, leaving nothing behind.

On the black card surface, there are only large blank spaces.

It wasn't until this time that Yitu felt the heart-piercing pain.

Only then did he really realize that Jiang Hanyu had really left.

Except for the tattoos on his body, in the end, there was nothing left.

They met in the game, and when they parted, the game erased everything, like a big dream.

The previous promise, but the smoke in front of my eyes, has no trace to be found.

And all the remaining sufferings must be borne by him alone.

This is true for Ou Cheng, even more so for Xu Heng, and even for his favorite Jiang Hanyu.

He sat on the ground and wept silently, realizing that he was indeed abandoned by the whole world.

At this moment, Yitu completely lost the desire to live.

On the sixth day of Nemesis' takeover, the sky was overcast with black snow and the streets were deserted.

No one was surprised by such a scene, not even any exclamation or conversation.

This world is terrifyingly quiet, it seems that those who survived have gotten used to it and become numb.

No one would have thought that Yitu, who is also the son of the gods, would sit in a corner in a daze, his handsome face ruined ugly by pain.

Reluctantly, Yitu squeezed the cards in his hand and suddenly realized something.

He turned the thin card over, and a scarlet clown face actually appeared on the black card.

Yitu was completely stunned, and after a long time, his soft cursing sounded from the room.

"asshole!"

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Looking down through the window of a high-rise building, the solitary figure holding a floral paper umbrella under the black snow was so conspicuous that it attracted the attention of many people.

Yitu didn't expect that the first meeting between him and Huasan would happen under such circumstances.

A lot of black snow fell on Fu Hengyi's floral paper umbrella, and the whitening of the umbrella surface well separated their contact.

As soon as he raised his head, he caught a glimpse of the window. Yitu's pale and bloodless face really looked like a widow who had just lost her husband and cried bitterly.

Facts have proved that Xiang Mingjue's message to him is not wrong.

Fu Hengyi sighed, put away his umbrella and went upstairs.

After Yitu opened the door, the first words of the two were inevitably stiff.

"I thought you were gone." Yitu said this in a very muffled voice, and it could be heard that he must have cried.

Huasan raised her eyebrows, with a rare warmth on her face, and explained:

"I don't die so easily, it's just..."

"I didn't come to see you and Hanyu, I just thought it was unnecessary."

He and Jiang Hanyu have been friends since they were young, and they also entered the gambler's game at about the same time. They can barely be regarded as life-and-death friends.

If he settles for mediocrity, he'll be a good follower.

But he is not reconciled, even in the final Easter egg game, there will not be much difference.

He still misses his brother and his so-called friends, and even when no one knows, he silently prays that everyone will be safe.

But he will not seek any help like a weak person, even though this is really nothing in Yitu's eyes.

If his prayers were helpful, he might not have received any news about Yitu and the others.

Because that's tantamount to death.

But on this day, he still received it and decided to take a look for his good brother.

"Did he say anything when he left?" The man stood leaning against the door, pretending to be relaxed and asked:

"Did you mention me?"

Yitu froze for a moment, "No."

Huasan sighed again, "I knew that brother Jiang is really cruel."

Yitu looked at him, knowing that the man was trying his best to comfort him, and sincerely wanted to help him share the pain.

But he didn't smile, he really couldn't laugh.

"Yitu, tell the truth." A trace of complexity flashed in Hua Shan's eyes:

"Live well."

"Why." Yitu's tone remained unchanged:

"Afraid that I will seek death?"

Huasan thought for a while and said:

"Not necessarily. If you hadn't become a child of the gods, maybe sooner or later our ending would be the same."

"I won't persuade you more, but if you can get out alive... don't give up hope of living."

When she said this, Huasan subconsciously touched the front pocket of her chest.

Before entering this game, there was a photo of Song Jingchen there.

It's a pity that after entering the game, the photos cannot be brought in, but he is used to the existence of photos.

"There are other people waiting for you to go back, and you have to leave here alive with the memory of him."

"Otherwise, who else can remember him?"

Hearing this, Yitu couldn't help but let out a sneer.

"Are people such selfish animals?"

"I died without warning, and the people who survived suffered pain, and they still had to speak so nicely."

"You're so selfish, it's not fair."

Huasan was silent for a moment, knowing that Yitu's words were addressed to Jiang Hanyu, he still couldn't help but argue:

"Yes, but Yitu, you know..."

"Where there is gain, there is loss."

The man looked into his eyes with a calm expression:

"The process of gaining and enjoying is always sweet and beautiful, but when it is lost, it is accused of injustice and suffering."

"Isn't it selfish?"

Yitu was stunned for a moment, and after a while he whispered:

"Don't worry, I don't intend to seek death."

Huasan nodded, he had finished speaking and would not stay any longer.

But Yitu asked about the situation of Wei Zhou and Shen Yueshu, Huasan shook her head and said she didn't know either.

After hesitating for a moment, he even warned Yitu:

"Stop caring about other people's life and death, unless you win the game, the more you know, the more pain you will have."

Yitu didn't deny it, but asked rhetorically:

"how about you?"

Fu Hengyi, who clearly knew this truth, couldn't help but go to Xiang Mingjue to learn about Jiang Hanyu's death. Didn't he understand the truth that the more he knew, the more pain he would suffer?

After a moment of silence, Huasan smiled helplessly and said:

"Because...compared with you, my weakness is still safe."

At least he doesn't have to worry about Song Jingchen dying in the game, at least he doesn't have to worry about it now.

But Yitu didn't hesitate at all, he cruelly pierced through the layer of candy paper disguised by the man.

"Don't comfort yourself, if we all die here, how long do you think Song Jingchen can live?"

Huasan took a deep look at Yitu, turned and left without saying anything.

After the man left, Yitu let go of all his strength, looking at the quiet place with empty eyes.

"Don't die, Fu Hengyi."

Don't let Song Jingchen face the same desperate situation as him.

On the sixth day of being taken over by the God of Vengeance, nothing seemed to happen except for the continuous black snow falling from the sky.

And it was from this day that Yitu truly walked out of death.

The worries of Huasan and Xiang Mingjue are superfluous, he was given the power to step out of time by the god of death, and he could hardly die.

His body was completely exposed to the air, the more snow fell on his body, the more expansion energy his body could absorb.

If this power can be accumulated to a certain level, it can even rival the gods.

Because the so-called black falling snow is the power bestowed by the goddess of nemesis.

When this force became more and more abundant in his body, Yitu's eyes became completely scarlet, and his desire to kill became stronger and stronger.

He even had an interesting idea to put the madness in his head into action.

It may be quite wonderful to experience the feeling of dying and being born again.

However, this idea just passed by in a flash, and his first death was actually somewhat aggrieved.

Xiang Mingjue watched as his whole body exploded due to absorbing too much vengeance power, turning into a cloud of blood.

The scene was quite bloody, even Xiao Feng couldn't help frowning, he was really disgusted.

"Why did he do this? When did we offend him? Damn!"

After a while, a black shadow emerged from the original position and slowly condensed into an entity.

That entity, who looks exactly like Yitu, looked up and smiled at Xiao Feng, it was really cold and scary.

"Fuck, I can't stand it!"

Xiao Feng felt that Yitu was really crazy, and after leaving these words, he returned to Xiang Mingjue's body.

Xiang Mingjue shook his head helplessly, Yitu heard what Xiao Feng said just now, that's why he deliberately frightened the man.

"How?" Xiang Mingjue came over and asked.

Yitu looked at the blood on the ground, his expression was no longer the madness just now, and he said calmly:

"The upper limit is very high, but if it cannot be released within a certain period of time, this force will still explode in the body."

Xiang Mingjue squinted his eyes when he heard this, "Guess, how many people would let go of such a good opportunity?"