Chapter 135 Chapter 133 · The Last Exile

   "Shoot!" Su Ming'an opened the sticks that were poking over with a sword, and stabbed a townsman's heart. He quickly retracted the sword, and blood splashed on his face.

"Jasmine" leaned against the wall and stood up slowly, her face flushed: "My dear townspeople once told me that the travelers seem to be targeting you—they are jealous of you, jealous that you have so many Faith, jealous that you are different from theirs, jealous...and their different "heretics"."

  Su Ming'an glanced at his health bar. The 1430 health bar was quite high at this stage, but it was gradually worn down to half at this time.

   As far as the eye can see, there are seven or eight corpses of townspeople lying under the desk. They died thoroughly and peacefully, as if their flesh and blood were melted into flames.

   His eyes gradually became a continuous sea of ​​fire.

There was already a lot of blood on his body, his own, and the blood splashed by the townspeople. He was panting, and the wrist holding the sword was already in pain. It was filled with a strong smell of blood.

  【You killed the townsman Green, Exp+1000】

  【You killed the townsman Hill, Exp+1000】

  【You killed...】

  The fire burned very quickly, especially the huge wooden coffin, which had started to burn like a bonfire at this time.

   He smelled the smell of scorched human flesh, and the townspeople fell down with smiles on their faces, with bright and warm flames burning on their bodies.

  The temperature is gradually rising.

   "Ding bell bell..." The jewelry on "Jasmine" made a crisp sound, and her eyes were stern.

   "I have them, how lucky I am." "Jasmine" murmured: "They are all willing to die for me."

   "It's just possession." Su Mingan responded lightly.

  【You killed the townsman El, Exp+1000】

  【Ding Dong! You have been upgraded to a (2nd tier 3) player! 】

   He quickly added the points to the stamina point, feeling that the tide of exhaustion subsided slightly.

   He withdrew his sword.

  —There are no enemies in front of you.

There should have been a lot, but the overwhelming fire in front of him had completely obscured his sight. The townspeople who died in the fire far outnumbered the ones he killed. With a screeching sound, he felt his back hit a bumpy piece of ice—it should be the rusted statue.

He gasped for breath, but he inhaled a smell of burning flames, and the smell of smoke was choking. Then he started coughing. The more he coughed, the more breathless he became. , he saw a scarlet flame star, and jumped up mischievously.

   He could no longer see the open door.

   The barrage has been in a hurry:

  【It's not good, it's not good, it's not good! 】

  【This, how do you get out here? Is the space displacement distance enough? I feel like I can't jump out of this sea of ​​fire! 】

   [Su Ming'an cut off his retreat, he shouldn't have thrown that candlestick. There is still a chance to kill a few. 】

  【…Move your brains, everyone, it’s enough to move backwards in space. 】

   [This wave, this wave is Ming An's daily operation, he always likes to put himself in danger to let the other party relax his vigilance, and it hurts. 】

  【Let me go! let me go! I committed suicide on the spot to show this Jasmine! Who said that there is no one behind Su Mingan! Who said no one was willing to sacrifice for him—! 】

  【What kind of belief is dying for the gods! Shouldn't the gods shelter those who believe in him! 】

  【No, you are all crazy? The first player is alone, do you really see him as a god? Crazy? 】

  【…】

   "Jasmine" shrunk in the corner next to her, with a blood-red tattoo on her body, like Sanskrit.

   Sanskrit protects "Jasmine" from the flames. She was wearing that gorgeous red gauze and stood against the wall with a little pity in her eyes.

"Outside traveler, in this identity battle that requires faction cooperation, your situation is a bit difficult." "Jasmine" said: "But I have seen your problem - you can't hide it. At least for those For people who believe in you, you need to create a great, benevolent self. That kind of **** is what they like, and the "lord god" they want is the goal they want to follow - you always have to give These stupid people have some sweetness to make their self-righteousness rewarded. As a senior, I have given you a guide, I hope you can understand in the future."

   "So, you mean that people who need to believe in you die for you?" Su Mingan looked at her.

   He is not a god.

   He is just a student with a little adventure.

   Of course, this Jasmine is not either, her nature is much worse than his.

   "At this juncture, you still refuse to admit it. Goodbye then." "Jasmine" seemed to be only angry because of his denial. She wanted to force him to admit his mistake like a child, but got no result.

   After making sure that he couldn't let him go, she snorted coldly, dragged the red dress, and slowly walked towards the flame.

  Su Ming'an was attached to the statue, and his surroundings were surrounded by flames, and the sparks rushed up to the desk, and he had gradually felt the approaching burning sensation.

  ... He originally thought that the other party would at least reveal some information.

   Unexpectedly, she was also preaching to him in reverse.

   A dragon head crutch appeared in his hand.

   This key item may give him some help...

   A blue shadow passed by.

   "Jasmine" stared, with a little confusion and disbelief, her hand was covering her neck, but she couldn't hide the bright red that gradually spread out.

   Blood spilled from her lips, like a falling blood butterfly, she fell, and the fire covered her body.

   "Jasmine" is dead.

  The blood on the edge of the mantis's blade was red, and it jumped and rushed back.

   Then, there seemed to be a slender figure rushing in.

   "—Su Ming'an! Are you inside!"

   Lu Shu's anxious voice was incomparably clear in the sea of ​​fire.

  Su Mingan frowned, "Jasmine" can't die, once she dies, the ghost knows whose body the ghost will choose.

   He immediately put his finger on his temple and immediately ordered the clone to commit suicide.

  …Don’t delay, if you don’t roll back immediately, who knows when the rollback time will be located.

The    annihilation skill is activated in an instant.

   At the moment when his health bar suddenly returned to zero and his vision dimmed, he saw Lu Shu's look suddenly falling into the eyes of the sea of ​​​​fire. A turbulent emotion suddenly surged in the other's eyes, and it erupted like a flood burst.

  Su Ming'an's thoughts froze. The next moment, the scene in front of him suddenly changed, and death was reversed. With a hazy vision, he saw Jasmine, who was wearing a red gauze with a confused look in her eyes.

   Outside the door, a splendid gleam of morning light is leaking inward.

  He held his head, pressing down the increasingly intense aftermath of death.

   He continued the original process. When "Jasmine" was about to turn around and leave, he grabbed her shoulder and instantly moved outside the ancestral hall.

   "Jasmine"'s eyes were still full of astonishment. She looked at the dragon head crutch in his hand, and her lips began to tremble.

   "You actually brought this out, no, you can't..."

   Her words were not finished.

  Su Mingan immediately activated the ability of the dragon head crutch—communicate with the gods in Terry.

   He guessed that this **** was the real **** of Triley Town, not the ghost who bewitched the townspeople in front of him.

   If the gods discover that there are ghosts disguised as Him, they will definitely punish them, and the ghosts will disappear completely.

   In front of the desperate expression of the ghost "Jasmine", the red light of the dragon's crutches lit up, and then went out again.

  Su Ming'an was a little stunned, he activated the faucet crutch again...but it still only lit up.

  The **** who should have appeared... did not appear.

"So this is ah."

   He heard "Jasmine" sigh slightly.

   "Terry... It turns out that he was really abandoned by the gods."

  …

   Dawn broke.

   There was no one at the mahogany table in the square.

   As the exile time approached, the sound of footsteps gradually sounded.

  Lu Shu pulled out the chair and sat down, and heard footsteps again.

   Aini was walking over cautiously, with a huge defensive cover propped up along the way, and he seemed to be afraid of being attacked.

   When he saw Lu Shu, his heart was slightly fixed and he walked over quickly.

   "I'm both here, so there shouldn't be any downsizing." Aini breathed a sigh of relief. He was really afraid of being stabbed at night. But after a whole night of fear, he saw the sun the next morning as he wished.

   At that time, he thought it was Lu Shu who was stabbed, but when he saw the person, he felt relieved.

   As for whether Su Mingan was stabbed... He wouldn't think about this possibility, it was meaningless. Even the guy who got stabbed can live.

   Sure enough, in the next moment, he saw the clone walking slowly.

   "How is it?" Aini immediately went up to ask him.

   "Win." The clone pulled away the chair, his words were brief, but it made Aini very reassured.

  … It’s really a win all the way down.

   Aini felt that he basically didn’t do anything this time, so he just lay down and didn’t do anything the whole time.

   He looked at the opposite, Yamada Machiichi, Iris and Mizushima Kawaharu were walking slowly.

  Three on three.

   It seems that Lu Shu poisoned one last night. As for the other lesser one... Maybe Su Mingan found a chance to kill it.

   Aini found that he really gradually became overwhelmed with trust in this fellow Su Mingan.

   "Clang-!"

   The bell rang.

   The red candle on the desktop is lit, and the countdown for discussion has begun.

   "There's nothing to say." Aini looked at the other party: "Although I don't know which of you, Yamada and Iris, is the guard who defected, it doesn't matter anymore, you have already lost."

   He suddenly noticed that No. 12, the current state is extremely unstable.

   She lowered her head, digging the table with her fingertips, as if she was going to dig a hole out of it.

"Unexpectedly, actually dare..." Her shoulders kept shrugging, her whole figure was swaying like a sail in the tide, when she raised her head suddenly, the bloodshot in her eyes almost exploded: "How dare, dare to be true I killed my elder sister, you damn, you deserve to be torn apart, after returning to the main **** space...you wait for me..."

   Aini frowned and was about to speak when he heard a voice from the clone next to him.

   "Okay." He tapped his fingers on the tabletop, his voice extremely cold: "I'll wait."

   Mizushima Chuanharu's tears fell uncontrollably, her hair was messy, and it seemed that she hadn't taken care of it at all in the morning.

   "—I will definitely, I will definitely kill you, I will definitely kill you..."

   She looks crazy now, her fingers are still digging at the table in pain, and her fingernails are gradually broken, and a bloodshot is pulled out.

   "I will, I will, I will kill you..."

   Aini looked away, he didn't dare to look at this woman who suddenly seemed crazy.

  He bowed his head and waited for the final referendum.

   At this moment, he suddenly caught a glimpse of the mayor Mitchell walking slowly from the edge of the square.

   The very special dragon-headed cane in his hand was gone, replaced by an ordinary wooden cane.

   Behind the mayor, followed by the townspeople with a solemn expression.

   "Hey... Are you here to deliver fruit again?" Aini wondered what these underworld people were doing again.

  He raised his head and looked over—

  —He saw a comatose girl in his arms, like a leader, walking in front of all the townspeople... another Su Mingan.

   (end of this chapter)