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Vol 2 Chapter 469: "How I long to meet you."

Sibel turned back.

A wobbly figure was walking from the direction behind them. The man was wearing a tattered fur coat, his hair was disheveled, his cheeks were stained with coal dust, and even his trouser legs were covered with traces of dirt and grass leaves. . It looked like a long journey.

There is a pair of glasses on his face and a watch on his wrist, obviously, these are not things produced by the dome.

...this is an outsider.

Su Ming'an had heard before that some people who came in from the outside world and accidentally crossed the black wall and came to the sky would occasionally appear in the sky. Because of the black wall, they can't go back after they come in, they can only live in the sky, just like the teacher Fang who helped Sibel.

However, these outsiders generally have blurred memories, and even their minds have to rest for a long time to return to normal. This should be the negative effect of crossing this black wall of pollution.

The wobbly outsider in front of him should be someone who strayed into the black wall and acted inside the black wall for a while.

In this way, Su Mingan judged that the barrier that he had just cracked was the wall leading into the dome.

"Hey, is there any reaction?"

Sibel stepped forward and patted the outsider's arm, but the other party didn't respond at all

Sibel's blocking was ineffective, and he kicked the outsider directly, tripping the outsider, but the man just struggled in the black mud for a while before standing up again.

Like walking with corpses, this insane outsider only knew how to move forward. He walked towards the barrier with cracks and merged into it unimpeded.

He successfully entered the dome.

Outsiders are free to pass through the barrier. But once they enter the sky and are contaminated with the breath of the sky, they can no longer integrate into the enchantment as before, and the enchantment will start blocking them. That's why the black wall has entry and exit.

And Su Ming'an and Sibel, who were contaminated with the atmosphere of the sky, couldn't integrate into the barrier like this outsider. If they couldn't break the barrier, they would likely be trapped in this black wall.

Sibel sat down, and the black mud rushed to her chest.

Her breathing was rapid, her eyes wandered, and her face became paler and paler.

"It's annoying." She said, "...It's really annoying. We should keep that outsider and let him play with us."

"Huh?" Su Ming'an said, "Why do you have such thoughts?"

"Because it failed." Sibel raised his head: "We can't break the barrier, we can't get out, and the result is only death."

"..." Su Mingan observed the barrier in front of him, ignoring Sibel's self-abandonment.

He thinks that since the reward of the Baishen Stone quest is to be sent here, there must be something suitable for him here. It is impossible to just set a trap to make him sleepy. This is the result of his consideration from the game mechanism.

Although I can't see anything around, there should be a way to get out from here.

He took a step and was about to call Sibel when he suddenly saw her smiling with her head down.

The black mud smeared on her face, like a thick layer of paint, the paleness on her face was more obvious, and the fluttering white hair was almost transparent in the light.

She is laughing.

Desperate, self-sacrificing, powerless laugh.

Her mental state appears to be poor, possibly due to environmental pollution. She suddenly began to babble nonsense.

"...This ending is actually okay." She said, "At least there are people around."

"..."

She looked up.

"I think it's better than... being bitten to death by a wolf, stepping on a trap, falling into a three-meter-high pothole and starving to death, or dying prematurely from a curse," she said. If the out-of-towner can stay, there will be three of us, should we play cards together, or bully him into confusion and paint on his face..."

She trembled slightly, and the brightly colored red robe on her body trembled with her trembling.

Her eyes began to flicker violently, like a mental patient going mad.

"Calm down. It's not the most desperate time yet." Su Mingan reached out to pull her, but saw that she also extended her hand at the same time.

That muddy hand gently pulled on his robe.

She pulled at his robe, her movements soft and gentle, like a gentle inquiry.

"...Su Ming'an."

In the thick darkness, the sludge was like maggots, wrapping around her thin body.

"……I am so tired."

She blushed.

Her hand grabbed his robe, looking soft.

"I... can't walk. I'm so tired," she said.

Su Ming'an didn't answer, he stretched out his hand and pulled Sibel up.

At this time, her whole body was covered in black mud, as if she had rolled a few times in the quagmire. When she was picked up by Su Mingan, her limbs sagged weakly, like a bird that was lifted up.

As she was being pulled by him, she smiled silly, a little white hair fluttered in front of her pale eyes, and those eyes were full of deep exhaustion.

"Su Ming'an, I'm really tired." She said, "Don't take me with you."

"Take a rest when you're tired." Su Ming'an stopped carrying her, and carried her with one hand. Since the ground was full of soft sludge, it wouldn't hurt when she was dragged.

He glanced at the status bar, the san value had dropped to 72 points. This slowdown is too fast. If it is not stabilized in time, I am afraid that it will not last until the fifteenth day, and he will fall into the chaos of Baisha Paradise again.

In that state, he could kill anyone he saw, and the scene he saw was a combination of various hallucinations. He must not fall into a situation where he almost lost his ability to think.

These black mud are radiating and their condition will only get worse. And those writhing living creatures are more like a curse, and the curse on Sibel may be triggered in advance.

They need to leave as soon as possible.

Su Mingan walked in the mud, dragging Sibel, like a thin rabbit. The depressing and damp atmosphere enveloped his head and body, and his legs were as hard to move as if they were filled with lead.

"Cough cough..." Gradually, he began to cough. A dry feeling came from his throat, and he coughed and coughed up a mouthful of blood.

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【SAN value: 70 points】

...

Bright red blood dripped into the sludge, like water melting into water, and his body became heavier.

"It's useless." Sibel's voice came from his hand: "If we don't become gods, we can't break the black wall."

Su Mingan continued to walk.

"I understand that even a little mistake in decision-making will lead to death, and we shouldn't be teleporting in..."

she continued.

Su Mingan kept walking.

"... let's end it," she said:

"Thank you for accompanying me here."

Su Mingan stopped.

He didn't look back at her, but just said, "Siebel, don't take death too easy."

Bloodshot ran down the corner of his mouth, he wiped it with his right hand, and his face was stained with black mud.

"I hope you can understand that life cannot be repeated. Since you once wanted to live so much, don't keep thinking about giving up, I will take you to live," he said.

"Ha, haha..." After hearing his words, Sibel laughed instead.

She was dragged in the black mud like a paralyzed mud, like abandoned garbage, her laughter floated out in bursts, and her voice was a little muffled.

"You are so cute... No, it should be considered innocent." She said: "But it is useless, I have seen it, my [prophecy], we will not succeed, we will not win to the end, absolutely not …”

"I don't believe in prophecy." Su Ming'an said: "Someone once told me that she would predict dreams. But whether it is a dream or a prophecy, it is the same. The future is in your own hands, and I... will not give the future to you. What foreknowledge."

Sibel's head was tilted, her hood fell off, and the flower of spellfire at the end of her hair shimmered in the darkness.

There was a gleam of water in her eyes.

"You are not someone who wants to die." Su Ming'an said, "If you want to die, you will die in the darkness that no one knows about, and you will die silently. Then who did you say you wanted to let everyone see light and freedom? How did you come here in the past ten years? You don't want to struggle anymore, you succumb to the world and destiny, you are no different from those who died because of the outbreak of the curse, you fulfilled your brother's wish to seal the head, To die in a no-man's corner is what you want to prove? This is what you want to achieve? Who do you want to achieve? What do you want to change? What do you save?"

"..."

"Siebel, death is the easiest thing to do." He said, "When you die, there is nothing left, nothing needs to be changed, the world is still going on, and everything has nothing to do with you. Use this method to free yourself. It's very easy. Living is the hardest thing. If this is your so-called ideal and belief, then my first meeting with you is a misunderstanding. I thought that the one standing alone between heaven and earth You can be somewhat different from others."

He said, letting go of his hand gently.

At this moment, he heard the system prompt.

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[NPC (Sibel) favorability: 50+10]

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A cold hand, full of thick calluses and scars, suddenly grabbed his hand.

The sticky sludge slid between her palms, bringing a slippery and disgusting touch, but she didn't let go, but with his strength, she slowly stood up from the sludge.

Her movements were slow, but the hand she held was very strong. When she got up from the black mud, she slightly pulled her lips and showed a faint smile.

"Stimulate the law," she said, "I am ready to fight."

She looked up, barely standing up straight, her legs were shaking. She supported Su Ming'an's back with both hands and climbed up with difficulty.

Su Mingan carried her on his back again.

Frankly speaking, Sibel's favorability is the hardest he has ever met. She has a very wild temperament, like a lone wolf licking her wounds alone. He is obviously a teenager, but his perception and alertness are not low. He even has a lot of fighting wisdom, and he has his own unique views on everything in the world.

It was really hard to fool such a person. Growing up in such an environment, she was completely different from the simple existence of Jasmine Qingqing.

He carried her on his back and walked in the endless darkness, trying to find a way to break the game.

Even though her mental state was very bad, Sibel was always quiet behind her. She pursed her lips tightly, lowered her head, and closed her eyes.

"I'm going to bed," she repeated. "I'm going to bed."

In order to ensure that her spirit is not deranged, she wants to fall asleep quickly when she is still awake.

"Do you need me to sing a lullaby for you?" Su Mingan said casually.

Sibel laughed: "No, I can sing it myself."

She said in a soft voice:

"Before my mother died, she would sing to me. Although it was difficult, she kept singing. I fell asleep as I sang."

... Of course, after that, after being banished from the First Clan, she learned to sing on her own.

In many hungry and cold nights, huddled in thin blankets and shivering. she sang.

In the night of forcing myself to sleep, in preparation for the next day's hunt. she sang.

Singing and singing, she would forget everything that happened and fall asleep peacefully.

... She knew that no one would be at the bedside, giving her soft-spoken care and singing lullabies to her.

So she will sing by herself.

So she can only sing by herself.

Even later, someone carried her back and sang this song to her in the flames of the sky, but that memory became more and more vague, and gradually became less and less in her impression as time passed.

"I'm going to start singing," she said, fiddling with her hair, where the bright red Spellfire flower dazzled in the white hair.

"I'm listening." Su Mingan said.

Sibel coughed softly and slowly closed his bloodshot eyes.

"In the wilderness in the distance." She began, singing softly, like a slow-flowing stream:

"In the silent dawn."

"...I watch your shadow."

"In the crumbling sky."

"In the pale cry."

"...I watch your shadow."

Her voice was soft and gentle, floating in the silent dark space, like a harmonious children's song.

"In the vain darkness."

"In the years of hesitation."