Chapter 49

When An Wu Jiu said "I don't want to kill", there was a sense of lazy boredom in his tone.

The gun fell in response, the black fog still lingered, and a disgusting bloody smell gradually swelled in the air, rolling in the darkness, the smell probably came from this black fog that was constantly being "killed".

Continue to fight, or be completely controlled, or lose the last physical strength.

But choosing not to kill this time means that the remaining people will continue to lose their will and be controlled by this black fog.

An Wujiu always thought that he needed to get rid of it to pass the level, but Josh's words made him have some kind of conjecture.

The whistling outside the door and the neighing inside the door are the same language.

Maybe the rules of the game are not like that.

Perhaps they were simply misled by the danger.

"You killed all those monsters outside?" An Wu Jiu faced the gate of heaven without looking at him.

"Almost," Shen Ti said succinctly and calmly, as if killing was just a trivial matter to him, "in short, they don't have the ability to continue to split."

An Wujiu felt strange, but he did not hold on to this point and continued to ask, but asked another question.

"Where are they now? Disappeared?"

Shen Ti lowered his head and touched the still hot muzzle, "It's just outside."

The black fog in front of him continued to collide and scream in this closed and bad territory, and the blood in the air became heavier and heavier. Despite its elusive shape, its impact did not appear to be completely random. The black mist slammed into almost every "hive to be born" frantically, like some kind of struggle.

After An Wu Jiu heard this, he looked around the factory.

But what was in his heart was directly spoken by Shen Ti.

"Are you looking for a surrogate woman in the factory?"

An Wu Jiu turned to look at him at this time. Black shadows would appear on top of their heads from time to time, like a dark cloud covering a certain moment, the flickering light illuminated Shen Ti's face, and those eyes revealed an anonymous divinity.

Shen Ti moved his neck slowly, and said casually, "When I came in, I found that there is no so-called 'product source' in this factory, it's empty, maybe it's really like the information I got in the ordering room that said Yes, there is not enough supply here."

"You guessed wrong, it was there before the power outage."

An Wujiu had seen it, even though his eyes were focused on Zhong Yirou at the time.

Shen Ti raised his eyebrows, "So you mean that they disappeared collectively at the moment when the power was cut off."

An Wu Jiu raised his head and looked at the black fog that didn't stop for a moment, it was just like this tirelessly roaring and bumping around tirelessly.

After that, he penetrated An Wu Jiu and Shen Ti's bodies from time to time. Because they were the last two people who couldn't be charmed by it, and the last target.

His gaze gradually moved down, to the factory door that he entered from the outside but never observed from the inside. At this time, An Wu Jiu discovered that the inside of this door actually had a pattern painted on it.

It's a golden birdcage.

The fog was bumping around in the house, why couldn't it touch the door.

The stinky mist receded, Shen Ti looked at An Wujiu's face and saw a subtle smile gradually emerge from the corner of his mouth.

"Can that door still be opened?" His chin tapped slightly in the direction where Shen Ti came just now.

"It's completely locked," Shen Ti replied, "I specifically confirmed it after closing it."

An Wu Jiu seemed unsure, picked up the gun on the ground, aimed at the door and fired several shots.

It didn't move, not even a trace was left.

He opened the panel and put away the gun. Behind him was the gate of heaven exuding divine brilliance, but walked towards the closed factory gate alone.

After a few steps, he turned around and fell backwards. Those abyss-like eyes looked at the black mist that was now in the corner of the ceiling, smiled, and spread his arms towards it.

"Come on, don't you want us all to watch you?"

An Wu Jiu raised his eyebrows, "Want to take revenge, right?"

"Then hurry up." With an expression of waiting to die, he put his hands in his trouser pockets, and repeated those words, as if to constantly put pressure and hints on the fog, "Come on, come and control me."

In the next second, the black fog that was reunited in the air actually swooped towards him as he wished.

Just before hitting the target, An Wu Jiu dodged.

Then he tilted his head, showing a provocative smile to Heimu.

"Sorry, didn't hit."

An Wu Jiu rolled up his sleeves and rolled them up, revealing his pale forearms. Like a coach encouraging his players, he clapped his hands at the black fog, "Come on, can't you control people? Control me."

The original cycle of hunting has become one-on-one bullfighting.

Shen Ti stared at An Wujiu's eyes, even though he was still provocative, swirling light spots would appear in those eyes from time to time, just like they had just been controlled by their minds.

But in An Wujiu's pupils, that light spot kept appearing and suppressed.

He was wrestling with the forces that controlled him, so he became more and more frantic and uncontrollable.

And that black mist also inflated due to An Wu Jiu's verbal attacks, nourishing and spreading little by little.

"Don't you want revenge?" An Wujiu dodged all the attacks of the black mist, but because of looking straight at him for a long time, a wave of extreme anger and sadness immersed him like sea water, trying to overturn all his sanity, his brain was the same as the black mist. The fog let out a terrifying scream and scream together.

His speech was getting faster and faster, and the swirling light in his pupils did not dissipate.

"Want to control me...because you've been trapped by people all your life, right?"

"Is it because of poverty? The long-standing objectification of you? Or commodity fetishism."

The darkness made An Wu Jiu unable to distinguish, and the extremely angry black mist came, he didn't have time to dodge completely, and was hit in one arm.

His arms were completely immobile, but he was still laughing. The naked pain almost split his body. At a certain moment, some perspectives that did not belong to him flashed in front of his eyes.

The vision seemed to be blurred by tears, but it was not his tears. All he could see was a transparent roof and many robotic arms. A sharp knife cut open the body and took out the most valuable things.

Hollow out, hollow out completely.

One stitch by one stitch, whitewashing the truth of commercialization.

"Many of you were sacrificed for it, even on the operating table. Your whole, living life was simply seen as a commodity to sell, alive like livestock, over and over again. One-time production, creating value, but the child you conceived in October may not necessarily have a better future."

"They are goods that can be picked at will."

While speaking, An Wu Jiu stepped back until his back was stuck to the factory gate.

An Wu Jiu raised his head and glanced back, and slammed the door with his hand, it was really solid.

Not many opportunities.

"Come here, hit me here." He looked directly at the black mist that was coming towards him.

"The abandoned ones are just outside the door."

At the last second, he moved his body away.

The roaring giant black fog surged forward, with the deepest hatred, the greatest helplessness, and the most powerful motherhood, slamming on the door that imprisoned them.

Severely, shattered.

An Wu Jiu turned his face sideways and looked at the black mist that was leaving.

His voice was very light, like a distant fog, fading away from extremes and madness, and finally said to them.

"Fly freely."

During this process, Shen Ti always held the gun in his hand, trying to protect An Wugui, who was desperate to take risks. But in the end the gun didn't work either. He put it into the panel and walked through the darkness to An Wujiu's side.

The shattering of the factory gate was like their rebellious souls ripped a hole in the darkness, while An Wu Jiu stood at the junction of light and darkness, looking extraordinarily lonely.

Shen Ti walked to the side and heard the baby's cry.

At the other end of the bright corridor, the young women running forward seemed to sense something, turned their heads and showed An Wujiu a smile.

In an instant, it disappeared again. The screams of the entire floor also completely dissipated, and everything was calm.

"You think that these women who are trapped here are gone, and the black mist is struggling in the factory again. Guess this is their soul."

"So you deliberately provoked, led the black mist here, and then let them go."

Shen Ti looked at An Wujiu and found that his eyelashes were trembling slightly, like a butterfly that was about to fly away.

But the other party turned his face, and turned into a world-weary and irrelevant appearance, and turned around with a sneer, "Do I look like such a noble person?"

Five shards shone with golden light in the void.

[innocent]

[children]

[truly]

[destroyed]

[revenge]

Innocence; Children; Sincerely; Destruction; Revenge.

Or some seemingly related words.

An Wu Jiu grabbed the pieces floating in the air without hesitation and held it in his own hands. It's like asking for your own commission.

He continued his last sentence, "Just trying to find a way to finish the game."

Just as he accepted the fragment reward, the gate of heaven slowly opened, and the spiral staircase inside the door led to the fourth floor of the containment center.

Wu You was the first to wake up. His leg was pinched by Nanshan, and it was a little numb. He finally sat up, followed by Yang Erci. The blood from her wound finally stopped. They helped Nan Shan and Zhong Yirou, who were in a coma, respectively. It was Josh who finally woke up. His eyes suddenly opened, and he was still muttering, "No blame, their language is the same..."

Josh sat up suddenly, "No blame! That black one is the monster kid outside!"

After shouting out, people are also a bit clearer, originally looking for An Wu Jiu, but what they saw was Shen Ti laughing out loud, and the more he laughed, the more serious he became.

"I..." Josh scratched his fluffy hair, "Am I wrong?"

"It's so smart." An Wujiu had a smile on the corner of his mouth, "You guessed it all, it's a pity that you were controlled, otherwise you might be able to solve them yourself."

The words of compliment will come, An Wu Jiu walked towards the gate of heaven with an indifferent attitude.

"Then, that's resolved now?" Josh got up from the ground, his body was a little weak, he felt like his chest was leaking, and he couldn't breathe.

An Wu Jiu shrugged, and pointed his thumb to Shen Ti lazily behind him, and said to Josh in an encouraging tone, "Go and thank him."

Shen Ti's smile subsided, his hands were up, and he stretched his waist.

"Some people really hate being a hero."

The two were pushing and pulling riddles back and forth, making Josh in the middle confused.

"Who the hell killed that black shadow..."

Yang Erci didn't question An Wujiu about the key fragments this time, because she actually didn't expect An Wujiu to come.

Perhaps part of the motive was to find the gate of heaven on this floor, but he came too soon and too soon, not entirely for profit.

She looked at An Wu Jiu, An Wu Jiu also glanced at her.

"What? Can't make it? Don't you like holding her very much?"

After he finished speaking, Yang Erci's face, who had always been calm and composed, changed, which made An Wujiu very useful.

But what Yang Erci said was beyond his expectations.

"Thanks."

An Wu Jiu turned his face and looked towards the front of the stairs, but did not respond.

Nan Shan gradually woke up from the coma, but still didn't have the strength to move on. He said to Wu You, who was supporting him, "You can put me on this floor."

Wu Youjing was quiet for a few seconds, and said in a very disgusting tone, "I finally dragged you here, do you think you can't go up?"

"Come on, the kid won't grow taller if you push it down." Seeing this, Shen Ti stepped forward and put Nan Shan's arm on top of him. He'd never do such a thing, thinking he didn't quite understand what motivated the act of helping each other in individual matches at the altar.

He can see human nature very clearly, but it is difficult to understand the complex feelings between people.

"By the way, go back with your peach wood sword." Shen Ti supported Nanshan and moved forward step by step.

"Well...it's in my sleeve." Nan Shan thought about the fact that the sword was used by Shen Ti, doubts in his heart surged again, he turned his face weakly and stared at Shen Ti, "Are you..."

He paused for a long time, as if he wanted to ask something, but in the end he didn't ask.

"Do you want to ask me if I have studied Taoist techniques? Or what is my origin?" Shen Ti asked himself, and then answered himself, "No, I haven't studied it, just an ordinary origin."

Nan Shan laughed and coughed a few times.

"Dude, this face of yours is not something that ordinary people can have. Are you Chinese?"

Shen Ti smiled and said "thank you" to Nanshan on a whim in Russian, which was a random language that popped into his mind and had nothing to do with him. Hearing the compliments for his appearance, Shen Ti's first moment was to subconsciously look forward to An Wu Jiao.

The snow-white patterns on his side neck were particularly distinct, and the hem of his shirt was lifted by the wind, revealing light, and he could vaguely see the lines around his waist.

Shen Ti didn't know which country he belonged to. He had Caucasian or yellow blood on his body, and what his ancestors should look like.

He even felt that he had no ancestors, no fetters.

The door on the fourth floor was opened, and this floor did not have any peculiar landscapes. It was restored to the previous ring structure, which was very similar to the first floor, clean, tidy and bright.

Nanshan's talisman was still in effect, and his stored stamina recovered a little, so he said to Shen Ti, "It's enough to help him alone", Shen Ti wisely handed him over to Wu You, ready to go to An Wujiu, But he found that he was standing in the same place and did not leave.

It's like waiting for him.

This innocence made Shen Ti feel a little more happy.

An Wu Jiu turned his face to face Shen Ti. Seeing him approaching him, he also leaned into his ear.

"The background you told me last time was fake, right?"

Shen Ti thought about it for a while before he remembered which time he had made up last time.

"You said my dad was an alcoholic?" He admitted frankly, "Yes, I said it last time, I lied to you."

An Wu Jiu raised his eyes lazily, there was no anger in his eyes, he just glanced and looked at him carefully, as if he wanted to see through himself in front of him.

He also had this kind of mentality, right after he met An Wujiu.

They are indeed the same kind.

An Wu Jiu didn't speak, his heart was full of doubts, this person in front of him could control the peach wood sword and fight monsters outside by himself, but he didn't even get any slime on his body, he could even stop the monster's fission with a single sword.

He was not under the slightest control of the black fog, and even if he looked directly, his willpower was not shaken for a moment.

"Are you curious about me?" Shen Ti smiled, his jewel-like eyes shining brightly.

An Wu Jiu hates things that he doesn't understand the most, he only needs the chaos he creates.

"Yeah, I'm super curious." An Wu Jiu smiled.

"But it doesn't matter, one day I will skin you and dismantle you and eat it clearly."