Chapter 1478 Chapter 128 "Kongzai."

Chapter 1478 Chapter 128·"Kongzai."

Su Mingan was startled and squatted down to check.

"Be careful, some bones are very sharp, be careful not to stab you." Perhaps because he was too eager to help, this good man was worried about everything and immediately handed Su Mingan a pair of thick gloves.

"You are just like Doraemon..." Su Mingan put on the gloves.

"Dora...what?" The man shook his head.

"Nothing." Su Mingan tried it out, this person should be a local of Luowasha.

He groped and explored, and there was a skeleton lying on the ground, most of it buried in the soil. Only through some scraps of cloth left on the skeleton could it be seen that this was a woman's clothing. There was a red knot on the wrist of the skeleton, like a woman's hair tie.

"I'm sorry." Su Mingan said silently in his heart.

"Here is a wooden sign, held in the skeleton's hand." The person next to him said.

Su Mingan took off his gloves and touched it. It was in the language of Luowasha, with a sentence engraved on it:

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[I finally saw him, but he was different from what I thought. ]

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"She shouldn't have died recently." The good man stroked his chin: "Could this woman be a contestant in the first Disciple Game? I heard that because the dungeon was too large, some contestants' bodies would not be collected, and would even be left as 'little Easter eggs'."

Su Mingan sighed in his heart.

He slowly laid the skeleton flat on the ground, picked up the surrounding soil and poured it on it, gradually burying it.

The person next to him squatted down silently and buried the skeleton with him.

When burying it, Su Mingan felt the back of his hand warm, and he touched it, and it was a drop of liquid.

He immediately touched his eye sockets, which were dry. He immediately realized something: "...Are you crying?"

The person next to him was startled and touched his eye sockets: "Ah, yes, so strange."

"Are you sad?"

"I don't know, it seems not. I just shed tears for no reason." The man shook his hands: "I forgot when I cried last time, it should be a physiological effect."

Such a mighty man would suddenly shed tears.

In the silent darkness, the two buried the bones and stood up.

Suddenly, Su Mingan heard a rustling sound.

He immediately looked at the person next to him and found that the outline was still.

...Is there a third person in this safe room?

"Rustle, rustle."

Su Mingan was ready to punch at any time and slowly approached.

However, he saw a thin, small outline.

The figure sat in the corner, with a few reflective silver threads faintly appearing.

...Old man?

"Yes, is it Kongzai? Kongzai, is that your voice?" The person spoke, and it was the voice of an old woman. When Su Mingan and the others just came in, she was afraid that it was a bad guy, so she shrank in the corner and dared not speak.

Su Mingan squatted down and looked at her carefully with the help of the subtle reflection of the bracelet.

Silver hair, wrinkles all over the face, a pair of turbid thin eyes, lips with spots, and facial features that can vaguely show that she must have been very beautiful when she was young. A silver chain hung on her chest, a silver cotton jacket, and swollen legs and feet.

"Kongzai, it's really Kongzai!" The old man touched his clothes and seemed to recognize him.

Su Mingan remembered that in the third level of the disciple game, Wang Xingkong had been acting with an old woman. The old woman was called Jia Xiqin, and Wang Xingkong had been protecting her.

... Obviously, they didn't know each other before the game, but in just one copy, Wang Xingkong and Jia Xiqin became like children and grandchildren. And some people are obviously blood relatives, but they are like enemies.

Su Mingan closed his eyes, suppressed his emotions, and nodded to the person next to him: "It's someone I know."

"My dear grandmother?" the person asked.

"..." Su Mingan paused: "My dear."

Jia Xiqin seemed to be in a bad state, perhaps because she inhaled some poisonous gas and was not very clear-headed. She held Su Mingan's hand and kept chattering. Talking about what she had experienced in the past few days, and talking about how if it weren't for the weapon left by Kongzi for her, she, an old woman with inconvenient legs and feet, would have died long ago.

"Money, money, everything costs money." She held Su Mingan's hand tightly, and she was not clear-headed, chattering about herself:

"Eating costs money, firewood costs money, and treating illnesses costs money."

"My son is missing a leg, and it costs money to reattach the leg. My granddaughter has a bad heart, and it costs money to take medicine."

At this time, the good man came over with a medical box and helped Su Mingan's calf to apply medicine again.

Su Mingan sat down and lowered his hands quietly.

"So many mouths to feed, eat, eat... not enough to eat. That night, I woke up and heard them talking about sending me to the mountains and forests, just like many old men and women over 70."

"I thought, if I was sent to the forest to starve to death, it would be better for me to participate in this game, so that there would be one less person in the family. Oh, I was really angry, but fortunately you were there to take care of me..."

The poisonous gas knocked against the glass door, crackling like rain hitting banana leaves.

With a "click", the person next to him closed the medical box, subconsciously lit a cigarette, put it to his mouth, and then remembered that there was someone next to him, so he immediately put it out.

It was like a peaceful island between endless waves, and the violent storm outside the door could not hurt the glass room.

Su Mingan was held by Jia Xiqin, and the bracelets of the two people ticked calmly.

It was like being outside the world. At this moment, all the chaos, pain, confusion, and fear were temporarily isolated outside.

At this moment, he seemed to be just Wang Xingkong, a boy without any responsibility to save the world, as if his life would be very long. All he had on his shoulders was the hope for the future.

The old lady talked about her home, which was a remote village east of Luowasha, full of golden wheat fields. When the wind blew, autumn was full of heavy grain.

Winter was the season of creation. If the village lacked something, people would pick up their pens and write down what they needed, such as brown sugar, sesame, tomatoes...they were all things they couldn't grow.

What the farmers couldn't grow, everyone would brainstorm and write.

But everyone still couldn't eat enough, most of the food would be taken away, and those people had big wings and flew high in the sky. Those people's light orders would cause many people to starve to death, and many old, weak, sick and disabled people would have to go to the battlefield.

Su Mingan asked, who were those people.

The old lady thought about it and shook her head.

She said that those people stood too high, she couldn't see clearly, they were standing in the sun.

Moreover, when one group left, another group came, there would always be people above, and it would never end.

Su Mingan asked, what if one day, everyone enters a new world and no longer has to worry about the Lord of the End of All Things and Gao Wei, will this situation change?

The old lady was stunned for a moment, then looked at him, grinned with sparse teeth, and asked.

Kongzai, what is the Lord of the End of All Things? What is Gao Wei?

Whether they exist or not, what does it have to do with us?

Su Mingan didn't speak for a long time.

His fingers were clenched tightly, and his nails seemed to be pinching into the flesh.

Then, he whispered: "It's those bad guys who will kill us."

"Did Kongzai fight with those bad guys?"

"Yes."

"Then Kongzai must win, and you will be safe if you win." The old lady showed her sparse teeth.

"Yes."

"I will definitely win."

He closed his eyes to rest, and she was still chattering, even talking about something he was familiar with.

She talked about an orange cat lying at the door of her sewing shop. No one knew where it came from. It basked in the sun under the sycamore tree every day, guarding a valuable long wooden stick. No one would adopt it and it would not leave, as if it was waiting for its owner.

She also said that the pendant on her chest contained the old man. He was smart and took the lead in participating in the first disciple game. He made a strategy and threw it to her. So she was able to get to where she is today, thanks to the wisdom of the old man when he was alive...

She talked about her own village. Sanwazi from the village in the east was said to have passed the examination for the Bachelor of the Branch Temple of the Radiant Mother Goddess. He was going to be a glorious God-singer to change everyone's fate. The blacksmith at the head of the village was suddenly favored by the God of Inspiration a few years ago. He threw away his hammer and became a bard. Now it is said that he is living happily on the Sky Island, chanting poems for dragons and the Celestial Clan...

Su Mingan listened quietly.

These were all areas he had never set foot in and stories he had never heard of.

Beyond his vision, the world is huge and has always been wonderful.

The green gas hit the glass, like rain hitting lotus leaves. The three of them sat in the dark room, with only a sleeping skeleton quietly accompanying them.

"... Kongzi, if it weren't for you, I would have died in the third level. My family would like to have one less mouth to feed, but you are the only one who thinks I am still a person..." Jia Xiqin tightly grasped Su Mingan's hand, and her voice gradually became lower.

She should be tired after talking so much.

Su Mingan slowly let go of her hand and put it on her knees.

She muttered, turned over, and seemed to be talking in her sleep: "... Brat, I haven't done my homework today, you are going to piss your grandma off to death..."

Su Mingan got up, walked back to the bench, and slowly lay down.

He stared at the darkness and remembered that when he was three years old, his grandma sat at the head of the bed and stepped on the sewing machine after talking to him, wanting to sew a pair of gloves for him.

"These are the hands of a future pianist, you must protect them well..." Grandma held him and spun him around. At that time, it seemed that even the air was colorful.

The old sewing machine from the last century made a creaking sound when stepped on, as if you could hear the sound of rust in the distant past. Later, it was sold along with the piano...

He gritted his teeth and felt a pain. It turned out that there was some bleeding in his calf. The person next to him opened the medical box again and helped him deal with it.

"Wait until the poison gas is over, are you going to take her with you?" The man said in a low voice while applying the medicine.

"If you don't take her with you, she will definitely die." Su Mingan glanced at Jia Xiqin. She fell asleep in the corner, and her silver hair was quiet. He knew that no matter what he thought, this good old man would definitely take her with him.

"Well, take a rest." The man patted his shoulder and closed his eyes.

Didi, didi.

Time passed little by little with the ticking sound of the bracelet.

Su Mingan was resting, but he was glancing at his bracelet. His survival time was only more than 30 minutes, and now there were only five minutes left. But the poison gas showed no signs of ending.

The remaining poison made his head dizzy, and he closed his eyes, took the time to rest, and tried to get better.

"I'll go out later and help you find bracelets left by other contestants to extend your time." The good man whispered.

"I'll go with you." Su Mingan said.

"I have healing abilities and can resist the poison gas for a while, you don't have to keep up." The good man stretched out his hand and closed his eyes: "You can hardly open your eyelids. Tianying's poison is very strong. Letting your body rest is the best way to fight it. Go to sleep. If you move your body like this, you may not be able to stand up."

Su Mingan sighed in his heart, this is the body of an ordinary player...

He went to bed as he was told, without trying to show off.

The good guy also closed his eyes to rest, quietly recovering his strength in preparation for going out to fight the poison later. Although they all knew that it was almost impossible to find the bracelets of other contestants in such a dark poisonous fog.

In a daze, Su Mingan felt someone standing up.

The man stood beside him, looked at him for a while, then took off something and gently placed it in his palm.

He tried to open his eyes, but felt that the remaining poison was always dragging his eyelids, making him unable to get up.

Then, he heard a "tick".

In a daze, he heard a voice.

"Kongzi."

"Grandma's home is in Longchaoguo, east of Luowasha, a village whose name is unknown. If you win the game one day, go and see it. The bread made of wheat there is delicious, much better than the one in the city, really."

The palm of his hand felt warm.

Then, he saw a short, hunched figure between the gaps of his hanging eyelids, who touched the glass door and walked out slowly.

The poison gas could not enter the safe house, only she walked out.

She heard his conversation with the people next to him and knew that he didn't have much time.

It was as if there was a voice screaming and roaring in his throat. He wanted to reach out and aim at the poison gas, a space vibration, and blast away these rotten things; he wanted to set up the Lamb Boundary, and the azure barrier would instantly unfold to protect everyone; he wanted to grow the white wings of God and fly out, destroy all the mechanisms under the poison gas, beat up the masked man, and let everything return to peace...

But he could only lie down, lying on the bench.

Looking at the hunched figure, he walked out slowly.

The residual poison paralyzed his shoulders, and he couldn't even stretch out his hand.

He was just an ordinary player at this moment.

The bracelet ticked steadily, [Survival time: 3 minutes], has become [Survival time: 12 minutes].

Jia Xiqin was very lucky. Perhaps the old man's ashes blessed her. She picked up several bracelets of deceased contestants. But she knew that this was the end.

This was the end.

One less mouth to feed at home, one more child who can fight bad guys in the world.

In the blurred vision, the hunched figure just went out and disappeared quickly.

Su Mingan used all his strength to push his palm, and finally felt a little relieved and dispelled some of the remaining poison. He raised his hand with force, subconsciously made a spatial vibration gesture, and aimed at the damn poison gas.

"Hua La-Hua La-"

Beautiful white baby's breath gradually grew in his palm, like a ribbon hanging all over his palm.

Apart from that, of course, there was no spatial brilliance.

It was a long silence.

The young man with brown and black hair fell silent.

Only a silver necklace, engraved with the year of birth and death, swayed at his fingertips, swayed...

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