Yu Xingyue Hunts the Evil Me

Araya Soren observes death, collects death, understands death, and then decomposes death.

His mental landscape is full of death, including building the Ogawa Apartment, conducting experiments in it, and constructing a continuous cycle of death for sixty-four residents, which is also the purpose of going out to deconstruct death.

"In your case, the sixty-four people represent sixty-four different ways of death or the meaning of death?"

"So why is there one missing?"

The Impure View of the Endless Hell: The White Bone Demon is indeed constructed from sixty-four types of death, but one of them was filled in by Araya Soren himself.

Normally, it should be sixty-five.

The charred The silence echoed in the wilderness. It was not until a long time ago that Araya Zongren's voice came out.

"Because, the final death is 'meaningless'. Since it is meaningless, it should not be added to this reincarnation."

"you..."

Araya Soren opened his mouth to say something, but the calm wilderness suddenly shook. Under the earth, it should not be said that there was some kind of impact on the outside of the barrier..................

Yan Tiaoba walked through the dark sewer filled with the rotten smell and finally found the exit Feng Jianxi told him.

The bag he was carrying contained wrenches, screwdrivers and other tools. With a lot of effort, he opened the heavy manhole cover above his head.

A gust of cold wind blew past the top of his head, and even though he was wearing a coat, the coldness seemed to seep into his bones.

Yan Tiaoba climbed out of the well, and the oppressive air filled his lungs. I heard that there is a can that can store fresh oxygen from the virgin forests of Western Europe. He is now in a gas can, but this can may have expired for too long, and the air is so dull that it is rotten.

Slightly raising the flashlight in his hand, he saw the dim light sign hanging from the ceiling. The light sign showed that this was the west side, and that there was an open parking lot.

Come to the right place.

Yan Tiaoba took a deep breath. Even though the air here made his brain dizzy, it was the only way to calm down his nervous mood.

He opened the bag Feng Jianxi had given him when he arrived and took out one of the dozen items piled inside.

If you don’t know where to put it, try to find a larger pillar to place it, and place one every fifty meters.

Recalling Feng Jianxi's instructions to him in his mind, Yan Tiaoba turned on the bomb switch in his hand, entered the password, and then entered the time.

He walked along the underground parking lot with a flashlight, looking for suitable pillars for placement.

But the further forward, the calmer Yan Tiaoba became. This parking lot is so huge that it is difficult to distinguish east, west, north, and south in the darkness, and the boundaries continue to extend in the darkness.

The sense of direction is determined by oneself, but when determining the direction, Yan Tiaoba does not have any doubts. He is not afraid of whether he is going the wrong way, as if he is sure that the direction he is walking is the most correct.

Moreover, as he continued to advance, it was still dark in front of him, but Yan Tiaoba felt familiar.

It should be said that there was something waiting for him in the direction he was heading.

Seeing the pillars along the way, Yan Tiaoba did not forget to plant the bomb.

The bag in his hand became lighter and lighter, and Yan Tiaoba also felt that familiarity getting stronger and stronger - he was almost arriving.

Suddenly, a fire appeared in the darkness, and Yan Tiaoba turned off the flashlight in his hand so that he could see the true outline of the fire more clearly.

Not far away, a huge furnace was standing there, and a scream came from the darkness, which was the sound of steam spitting out.

Yan Tiaoba threw down his handbag and came to the huge stove instrument with the last bomb in his hand.

He saw the dark red iron plate blooming with light like magma, and countless transparent hoses extending from the top of the stove. Following those pipes, Yan Tiaoba saw the hills of corpses piled up around the stove. Human limb model.

But his eyes were firmly attracted by the many cans arranged neatly around the stove.

The jar is filled with an emerald green translucent solution, with human brains floating quietly in the solution.

Yan Tiaoba knew where the familiarity came from, because he was right there

"Ha ha——"

Yan Tiaoba let out a low gasp.

The dreams that had entangled him in the past came to his mind.

If he repeated the same life every day, but not repeating today which was the same as yesterday, then no one would notice the changes in himself.

So, before he left Xiaochuan Apartment, every day was like that, with subtle changes in life.

It's just that day after day life is a constantly rotating spiral, with death at the center of the spiral.

From survival to death and then back to survival, repeating this kind of life over and over again, isn't this an endless hell with no end?

Those dreams are real, but the person whose consciousness and brain are imprisoned in this jar, wakes up every day and regards the repetitive endings that happened at night as dreams.

Every night, Yan Tiaoba treats this reality as a dream.

"That's it, that's what happened..."

Looking at this densely packed brain, it represents the people detained in the endless hell.

Yan Tiaoba seemed to hear the voice——"help me."

The cry for help, calling for Yan Tiaoba to rescue them from here.

But how to save him?

It is impossible for Yan Tiaoba to restore the bodies of people who only have their brains left. All he can do is Let them be freed from the death of this endless hell, and truly enter the void.

Yan Tiaoba did not put down the last bomb immediately, and soon he saw one..

Although it is a brain, looking at it seems to be looking at oneself.

One of the two pipes behind the container holding the brain is connected to the stove, and the other is connected to the apartment.

This may be it. The reason why he was able to leave the reincarnation of this apartment was not because he desperately left here, but because he was excluded.

It was because even his death was meaningless to this reincarnation. Is there anything dispensable?

How arrogant....The guy who created everything here, the demon named Araya Soren.

Yan Tiaoba fell to the ground, holding the last bomb in his arms.

The switch of the bomb was turned on, and the timer for the series connection was less than five minutes. Under normal circumstances, he could have left after planting the bomb.

But it doesn't make sense now.

No, it should make sense.

At least this time I could really leave this hell by killing myself.