Chapter 142 The Third World

An Wu Jiu's eyes were red, with tears in them, stubborn, but it seemed to break when touched.

Such eyes sting Shen Ti, he has never seen An Wujiu so frustrated or even confused, the person who used to be determined and strategized no matter what happens, was smashed to pieces at this moment.

"Exception?" Shen Ti raised his eyes, he couldn't look directly at An Wujiu's painful eyes, so he looked up.

He suddenly froze.

Because Shen Ti finally looked at the parameter bar floating above An Wu Jiu's head.

His sanity value, which has always been extremely stable, has been reduced by one-fifth.

Shen Ti frowned.

Could it be that he is different from others, looking directly at supernatural things like pollutants does not cause fluctuations, but something else.

Yes, this itself is the value of sanity, nothing else, it represents the mental state of people, ordinary people can't bear the existence of crushing the scope of human cognition, these are far beyond the load of their brain and body and mind, so they will collapse , but blameless is different.

It will always be the people and things he cares about that will bring him to the brink of collapse.

“He can predict everyone’s decisions at every step, but he can’t predict yours.” An Wujiu took his hand, “That is to say, as long as there is you, there will be a breakthrough, we need a new plan ."

He said, his hand has been placed on the handle of the knife by his side.

Up to now, An Wujiu has no way not to blame himself, because he thought he could succeed this time, delusional thinking that having the ability to backtrack can change everything.

In order to win, he also pulled into his team [Yang Erci] who didn't need to participate in all this and [Zhong Yirou] who had been contaminated, changed their fate without authorization, and finally let them die in vain.

If he hadn't interfered with [Yang Erci]'s actions at that time, maybe she would have taken [Zhong Yirou] and fled to a safer place by now.

All of this was a choice he made voluntarily, and he wanted to forcibly change his fate.

Then, he can only personally cut it off, start the next reincarnation, and save everyone.

"I know, I understand what you're thinking." Shen Ti pulled his hand away and put his other hand on his shoulder, "But blameless, don't take the initiative to leave, okay?"

Hearing his words, An Wu Jiu was a little dazed.

"No blame, listen to me," Shen Ti kept reciting his name and pulled him into his arms, "I know how you feel, but it's not your fault. You also know that he came well prepared. , so this is not something we can solve once or twice, since there is still a chance, we will try it, and everyone will come back, right?"

An Wu Jiu's hand tightly clasped the clothes on Shen Ti's waist.

"But I don't know which reincarnation is the end. What if we still lose that time?"

Shen Ti is not very good at comforting people, he just told An Wu Jiu.

"Then you can't just give up any opportunity, like now."

“I know you can’t accept the current situation, it may be worse than the last time, but they can’t sacrifice in vain.” Shen Ti looked into An Wujiu’s eyes and told him firmly, “They did this in the hope that you could Find out more truth."

He couldn't say "You calm down" to An Wujiu,

That would only make him more miserable.

The only thing that can make An Wujiu come out of the pain is his responsibility.

All the responsibilities that he has on his shoulders are both his burden and his armor.

For these people, Shen Ti knew that he would never give up.

An Wu Jiu turned his head to the side, under the cruel sunlight, the sea was shimmering and it was unbelievably beautiful, he raised his hand, wiped the corner of his eyes with his fingertips, turned his head, and returned to his calm appearance.

"Let's see if we can go to the top floor."

He is not a fragile person. On the contrary, he has experienced pain that an ordinary person cannot experience in his entire life. He is a person who grew up with scalpels, electrodes and partings, and has a tolerance beyond ordinary people.

But An Wujiu is always a person, not a god.

He took a difficult step forward, the corpses of his companions and comrades behind him, the worst nightmare he had ever suffered.

Shen Ti also turned around and followed him away from the rooftop.

"The purpose of the masked man, I guess it's not to kill you." When going downstairs, Shen Ti said to An Wujiu.

An Wu Jiu heard his footsteps stagnate and quickly returned to normal.

"I think so too, I've fought against him several times, but he's not targeting me, from Wu You in the first reincarnation, to Lilith now, and everyone around me except you. He got rid of it, and if he really wanted to kill me, the moment the elevator door opened, he could do it."

Shen Ti thought about it for a while, but decided to say to him, "No blame, your sanity has decreased, have you found it?"

After being reminded by him, An Wu Jiu raised his head after realizing it.

it is as expected.

All his attention was forcibly diverted.

"I suspect that the masked man doesn't want to kill you. He may have known for a long time that killing you is useless. It is better to destroy you by clearing your sanity."

An Wujiu held onto the handrail of the stairs.

right.

That's what makes sense.

Before his eyes, the masked man finally waved at him.

This masked man has done so much, it seems that he is destroying every step of his plan, but in fact, he does not intend to cause harm to his life at all, just guiding.

It's like he deliberately guided him to the rooftop at just the right time and made him collapse.

The purpose of the masked man is to use these methods to exhaust his sanity, make him assimilated into pollutants, and lose the possibility of winning this game.

"I see."

Having made this point clear, An Wu Jiao's heart became hard.

“He even told me clearly that Lilith is my sister.” An Wujiu looked at Shen Ti, “You are right, his purpose is very clear, he doesn’t want my life, he just wants to destroy me ."

Making him admit defeat by hurting all his friends, An Wu Jiao can't forgive this unscrupulous and despicable approach.

There was no way he could just admit defeat.

But there is one thing that An Wugui still does not understand. If the Masked Man's purpose is to destroy him, is he hostile to the human innovation program that created him? What does he have to do with the altar and the so-called evil god?

Their purpose does not seem to be the same.

All this seems to be about to surface, but it is not complete, the truth that An Wu Jiu can see is also approaching him step by step.

The two had come to the entrance of the top floor along the stairs, but the door was also closed.

An Wu Jiu put his hand on the door handle, but found that this one can be pushed open directly, which is different from the rooftop.

After what happened before, he has become very cautious now, so he didn't dare to push it away easily, but looked back at Shen Ti.

Shen Ti changed the light machine gun behind him, changed the ammunition, and aimed at the door.

After getting ready for battle, An Wu Jiu opened the door.

To his surprise, there was nothing behind the door, just an empty stairwell leading to the office on the top floor.

"It feels like this place is already empty." Shen Ti held a gun and looked around.

Going out from the stairwell, the light shone in front of them through the floor-to-ceiling glass, An Wu Jiu almost couldn't open his eyes.

In front of it is a huge room, separated by frosted glass with exquisite patterns, the ceiling is embossed with angels and saints, and the floor is covered with a carpet of religious paintings.

Even as they stepped into this floor, the melodious and holy choir rang out here.

Compared with the tragic purgatory outside, this place is isolated from the chaos of the world, and it is like a real paradise.

It's not like a place without people.

An Wujiu walked forward along the glass wall, lightly walking, and checking around until they came to the entrance of this huge room.

The glass door of this office was open, and the music really came from here, as if someone had come to welcome them early.

An Wujiu's heart beat fast, but he didn't feel so nervous, but a strong sense of rejection that came from his body.

A strange force seemed to be breaking out of the ground.

Strangely, the room was empty, and there was no one in it. There are very few furnishings here, and you can see everything at a glance. There is only one desk and some benches neatly arranged here.

Behind the desk is a stained church glass window with bright colors and broken patterns. The window is a huge circle as a whole, and the inside of the window is divided into radial fan-shaped, inlaid with stained glass, like a beautiful flower in full bloom.

Sunlight filters through this stained glass window, reflecting intricate patterns and eerie colors on the floor and tabletop.

An Wu Jiu walked over and checked the desk, but there was nothing, not even a piece of paper.

Is it true that everyone ran away?

"Does this look like the hall in the bunker in the dungeon we met at the beginning?" Shen Ti asked An Wu Jiu.

An Wujiu nodded.

It is very similar, and it is very similar to the church.

It turns out that from the beginning, the people behind the scenes were spoiling their future.

Destroying all incapable cultists, struggling survivors, underground churches, all elements related to religion, all herald the existence of God.

Each dungeon experienced seems to be a reminder of the world as well as themselves.

"There's really no one there." Shen Ti checked it and put the gun on his shoulder.

An Wu Jiu wanted to see the situation outside, after those events, he was more vigilant than before, worried that the masked man would appear in other buildings like Shen Ti, so he walked to the floor-to-ceiling window to check.

The glass here is normal and he can see elsewhere.

There doesn't seem to be anything unusual in the two buildings next door.

An Wu Jiu lowered his head inadvertently and saw a very similar scene that shocked him.

Downstairs in the building, he saw a car parked, just like what they had just done.

Similarly, the door opened, and several people walked out one after another.

There are Nanshan, who is obviously dead, and Wu You, who is not polluted...

Are they in the same world as [Yang Erci]?

Are they still alive?

But this conjecture was broken in an instant, because he saw the other two people getting out of the car.

They are Zhong Yirou, who is neither dead nor polluted, and Yang Erci.

And An Wu Jiu had already met two of them.

So... the two people in front of me are from the third world.

"No blame, look at the sky."

An Wu Jiu heard Shen Ti's voice and raised his head according to what he said.

"There is another moon in the sky."