Chapter 984 The "Despicable" Savior

The cry of the baby sounded behind him, and the third son gritted his teeth. He knew that he still had a task to complete.

Walking forward amidst falling rocks and screams, the third son found the passage reserved by the village chief as quickly as possible. He climbed on the rock wall full of garbage and blood, even if his hands were full of wounds, he didn't care. .

At this time, there was only one thought left in his mind, that is, he must complete the tasks his father had given him and send the suicide note out of the deep pit.

"Don't be afraid, don't be afraid, I will take you away! You will be fine!" The words that the elder brothers used to comfort the third son are now spoken from the mouth of the third son, who is constantly comforting the baby behind him.

The third son was an abandoned baby adopted by the old village head. He used to stay on his father's back like this before. No matter how terrible things encountered, it seemed that as long as he was carried by his father, he would feel extremely at ease and at ease.

Both his brother and father are gone, and now his back has become the child's new support.

The blood flowed down the arm, the explosion was still going on, the dust was flying, the garbage mountain was dumped, the third son's eyes were bloodshot, he was very scared, but he kept climbing up.

"I will go out, I can do it!"

Whether it was the villagers in the grave village or the malicious living people on the ground, they never thought that someone could climb out of the deep pit under such circumstances.

Grasping the sharp rock with his fingers, the third son kept repeating the climbing action like a machine. After an unknown amount of time, he felt that the starlight was getting closer and closer to him.

Stepping on the raised stones, the stench in the air had dissipated. When the starlight fell on his body, the third son took a deep breath, and he tried his best to climb out of the deep pit.

Exhausted and covered in wounds, the third son could no longer suppress the curse in his body. He followed his elder brother into the big tomb all year round, and the sinister aura of disaster had spread all over his body.

"I feel like my world has suddenly become a lot lighter." The life of the third son is passing by rapidly, and his heart beats slower and slower.

Gently putting the baby in the black package away, the third son hummed a nursery rhyme, as if hoping that the baby would stop crying.

"I may not be able to continue to take care of you, but I must tell you that you have not been abandoned, you are a very good child."

The third son's singing seems to contain special power, which can quickly calm people down. He gently teased the baby with one hand, and took out the suicide note of the old village chief with the other.

"Father said that you can only open it after you leave the deep pit."

After struggling to open the letter, the third son found that there were only three words written on the letter paper—sorry.

Different people have different reactions when they see these three words. The third son doesn’t know why his father apologized. Maybe it’s because of his father’s decision that caused the three children to become ghosts, or maybe it’s because he killed the three children as the village head Everyone in the grave village, or perhaps because he had predicted everything, still made the final choice.

Putting the father's suicide note into the baby package, the third son struggled to get up from the ground, the grave village was slaughtered, he was stained with the curse from the big grave, and the people on the ground would not accept him.

With nowhere to go, he walked forward blankly with the baby in his arms.

He didn't know where he should go, he just felt that the baby should be carried to a place farther away from the deep pit, so that the probability of the baby being rescued would increase.

"I'm not as great as my father and elder brother. I don't have the ability to save the world. I can only try my best to help the people around me."

Away from the deep pit, the third son walked towards the city with the baby on his back. He hummed a sleepy song and walked forward step by step.

The third son was seriously injured. He kept walking forward, time was trampled under his feet, until he fell down and couldn't get up again.

The starlight shone on the gradually icy corpse of the third son, and also shone on the baby and the suicide note.

After a long time, blood suddenly oozes from the suicide note in the baby's parcel, and an arm that is about to dissipate stretches out from the suicide note.

The fragments of memory were pieced together and turned into a gray-haired old village chief.

Now he is completely dead, and the memory fragments he hid in the suicide note in advance can only be activated after his soul is gone.

The old man's body was no longer strong, and he looked at the body of his third son with extremely complicated eyes.

He is worthy of all the people he protects in the city, worthy of everything under the sun, but he is sorry for his own children and those villagers.

"My father brought a shadow to my life and dragged me into the abyss of despair, but I didn't expect that I would become a worse father than him..."

Hugging the body of the third son, the village chief's white hair was sticking to his face. From the moment he made a choice, his ending was doomed. He would lose everything and be forgotten by everyone.

When the last memory fragment is broken, he will disappear completely.

"The buffer area between the ground and the big tomb is under construction. More and more people and ghosts will touch each other within a safe range. Despair will eventually be diluted, and the black box will not be passed on to the next child." The old village head buried the third son with his own hands. He picked up the baby in his arms and walked towards the city at the end of the horizon.

The night shattered, and the nightmare shattered at the same time.

The sky, the city, the deep pit, everything became unreal, and the white-haired old man gradually went away, only the baby in his arms began to grow up rapidly.

The baby picked up by the eldest son, taken out of the deep pit by the third son, and carried into the city by the old village head is exactly Han Fei in the nightmare.

In this most special nightmare, he lost all his abilities and could only be a fragile baby, who would be killed if he was not careful.

The whole nightmare also made Han Fei fearful, and he had brushed shoulders with death countless times.

In the beginning, he was on the verge of death on the garbage dump. The eldest son of the old village chief appeared one step later, and he died at the beginning.

Later, he crawled into the parcel with all his strength, stayed with the old village chief and the others, and escaped the massacre of the grave village by the living.

In the end, the third son fled with his back on his back, and the journey was even more thrilling. Several times, he thought he was bound to die.

"I can't resist, I don't have any ability, and I can't even speak. I can survive such a nightmare." Han Fei himself felt incredible.

"You can live because you represent hope, just like a newborn child, with all kinds of possibilities in the future." A gentle voice suddenly sounded, and Han Fei looked around.

The dream collapsed to the end, forming a dilapidated shrine that imprisoned a dying god.

"Your voice is very similar to that of the eldest son of the village." Han Fei walked towards the shrine, and he felt a faint and indescribable breath.

"You should have figured it out a long time ago, right? I am Fu Sheng's first child, and my nightmare is the last scene of my life." The voice in the shrine was weak, but it could be heard that he didn't care about Han Fei. any malice.

"The old village head is Fu Sheng. The big tomb represents the deep world, the tomb village represents the paradise managed by Fu Sheng, and the ground represents the real world. What you are showing me is the scene before Fu Sheng's soul disappeared?" Han Fei was experiencing the nightmare. At that time, he had already seen the problem, and he kept all the details in his heart.

"I feel the breath of my father in you, but you are not him, which means that he has not been resurrected successfully, but has given everything to you." The door of God slowly opened, and colorful blood flowed out from it: "My The nightmare is hidden in the bottom of my heart, and the dream has always wanted to be spied on. Now I take the initiative to show you, in fact, I want to remind you of three things - Fu Sheng was killed by his second son, the carpenter, but the carpenter can still be trusted, he will help You; second, Fu Sheng’s box should be given to you. When you release all the despair, you can become a very special ghost; third, we have been betrayed by the people we have protected. I don’t know your choice What is it, but please don’t trust reality. You should understand a truth, the reason why the deep world is so scary is because there were such dirty emotions born in reality.”

"I see."

"You are the one chosen by father, so let me give you another gift in the end." The statue full of cracks in the shrine raised its head and stared at Han Fei: "It is unspeakable that if you don't go through the passage, you want to forcibly descend from the deep world to reality Or in the shallow world, you need to sacrifice another unspeakable. The stronger the unspeakable strength of the sacrifice, the more strength that the unspeakable who descends can preserve."

"The dream is to sacrifice you, so you can build eleven shrines in the main city of the shallow world?"

"Yes, Meng has continuously squeezed strength from my body over the years, weaving a beautiful murder trap with my good hopes for the world." Blood dripping from the statue fell on Han Fei: "I am Fu Sheng's The first child, because of his misfortune in childhood, he wants to entrust all his love and hope to me, and he wants to be the best father in the world."

The colorful blood flows with the memories of the gods in the past, and carries the father and son's longing for beauty: "In my heart, he is the best father. He showed me the beautiful world, taught me everything, and helped me Made the best memories…”

The gentle blood slowly wrapped around Han Fei's body, it was an extremely gentle and bright force.

"So no matter what, I don't hate him. He doesn't need to apologize at all. I know that he is the one who is the most painful and desperate, and he is the one who endured the most."

The red rope and blood stains in the statue were suppressed by some force, but there were more and more cracks on the surface of the statue. The imprisoned **** seemed to want to ignite the last divine fire.

"Since he chose you, I will follow his choice. After all, he is the person I trust the most in my life."

An extremely dazzling fire ignited in the shrine, and the sharp weapon pierced into the statue, the red rope, and the nearby nightmare were all burned to ashes. The flame broke through the shackles of the shrine and entered Han Fei's life with the initial beauty and last hope. Body.

When the flames and Han Fei merged, the idol turned into ashes, and the dilapidated shrine also dissipated along with the nightmare.

The **** who had been imprisoned by nightmares for decades chose Han Fei, desperately trying to be forgotten by everyone, but also to use the light of his life to illuminate Han Fei's path.

The unspeakable flame burned Han Fei's body, the nightmare was torn apart, the will of the dream was disturbed, and the rules it made were completely broken at this moment.

In the deep darkness, a pair of terrifying eyes slowly opened and looked at Han Fei.

It remembered Han Fei's face, and made a vicious voice: "Fu Sheng's son chose you, it seems... what I'm looking for is on you!"

Countless nightmares came biting at him, Han Fei subconsciously opened the inventory, and he took out the butcher's knife.

The bright knife light formed by human nature and the indescribably bright flame attract each other, and the past of Fu Sheng's eldest son pours into the butcher knife. He seems to be standing behind Han Fei, swinging the knife forward with Han Fei!

The nightmare bubbles burst one after another, and a huge gap was cut out along with the boundless darkness and the gray fog outside.

"Player number 0000, please pay attention, your exclusive butcher knife has reached the B-level limit in rebirth! The unspeakable soul will walk with you!"

One swing of the knife exhausted all of Han Fei's strength. When he opened his eyes again, he had already returned to the hospital in the main city, which was shrouded in gray fog.

However, compared with when we came, the gray fog covering the building has become much lighter. It seems that the power of the shrine that built the gray fog has been severely weakened.

"How long have I been in the eleventh-floor nightmare?"

After leaving the nightmare, Han Fei realized that his whole body was injured, his spirit was extremely exhausted, and the back of his head was in constant pain, and he couldn't even stand still.

"How could this be?" Checking the system time, Han Fei realized that he had spent a day and a night in a nightmare on the eleventh floor!

The unspeakable nightmare was completely different from ordinary nightmares. Han Fei, who was immersed in it, did not notice the passage of time at all.

Holding on to the wall, Han Fei walked out of the main city hospital little by little. When his figure appeared on the street, all the players around stopped. They looked at Han Fei very strangely, with envy, jealousy, worry, There is greed.

"Why are you looking at me like this? Did something happen during the day and night I left?"

The players didn't make way for Han Fei, and they seemed to be hesitating. Many people pointed at Han Fei, and some secretly took out their communication devices and began to report Han Fei's location.

"Has someone cleared the tenth level of nightmare~lightnovelpub.net~ and disclosed the hidden mission released by the dream camouflage system?"

Huang Ying had received a similar mission before, as long as he killed Han Fei, he could get the black box and a way to leave the game, which were fatally attractive to players.

The crowd was getting denser and they didn't dare to do anything to Han Fei, but they didn't seem to want to let Han Fei go.

When the atmosphere at the scene became subtle and tense, the crowd was suddenly separated by a force, and several figures walked out of the darkness at the end of the street.

"Good evening." Zhang Mingli was smoking a cigarette, and beside him were the neighbors of Xingfu Community: "It's not good, it's so late at night."

A cold and terrifying breath gushed out of his body, and Zhang Mingli helped Han Fei up.

"Who are you? Everyone discovered you together, why do you want to take it away?" Some players wanted to stop them, but before they got close, blood splashed down.

Zhang Mingli spit out the cigarette and stamped it out with one foot: "My name is Zhang Mingli, and I used to teach morality, so if any of you dare to make bad ideas, I will kill them, no joke."