can be sad."

"Your voice is hoarse, do you want to drink water, I brought it."

Shi Wang raised his hand to decline, and another person comforted him: "You don't need to be sad, this is his own choice."

Shi Wang was a little impatient, "I said I'm not sad...Rong Yu?"

Rong Yu embraced Shi Wang's waist and said softly, "Well, I'm here."

Upon hearing this familiar voice, Shi Wang suddenly felt a surge of strong emotions in his heart. This feeling is very strange, and it should not have appeared in front of Rong Yu, who is the creator of the game.

In a sense, they are enemies on opposite sides, but Shi Wang just feels that they are really fucking wronged.

Come now, come now?!Why didn't he come when he was chased by the wolves just now, rolling and crawling, watching Yan Ting die in front of him?What kind of afterthought is it now?!

Shi Wang was full of grievances and resentment in his heart, he turned around and threw himself in front of Rong Yu, punched him hard, kicked and beat him, and kept cursing: "Why the hell weren't you here just now! Why weren't you here just now! Are you still there?"Say you like me, but you don't like me at all! Can't you protect me? You know you're watching a show!"

Shi Wang confuses the relationship between each other. They are lovers in private, but enemies in the game.

But at this time, Shi Wang regards Rong Yu as a pure lover, and vents his grievances to him wantonly.

Rong Yu knew that Shi Wang's temper was not very appropriate, but he also knew that Shi Wang was really stimulated by Yan Ting's death.

Yan Ting's death seemed to give a bad hint: if such a powerful person is dead, who else on this island will not die?Who else will survive to the end?

Shi Wang might be a little desperate, Rong Yu hugged him in good time, kissed his cheek, and licked away the blood oozing from that small wound with the tip of his tongue.

Rong Yu softly coaxed the angry child: "Okay, I'm sorry, don't be angry, I'll come out earlier next time, okay?"

Shi Wang gave up on this trick, and still bit and beat people relentlessly.

So Rong Yu threw out a small truth to attract his attention, "Yan Ting didn't die to save you, it was his carefully calculated death time."

Shi Wang was silent for an instant, and then he grabbed Rong Yu's collar, gritted his teeth and said, "You'd better explain this sentence to me!"

Rong Yu was not angry at his offense. Instead, he held his hand, pulled it to his lips and kissed it very gentlemanly, "It's very simple, because Yan Ting's wish card restricts him."

"His wish is a bit special compared to yours. I believe he can survive to the end of the game, but it will be too late to activate the wish card until then. If he wants to realize his wish, he must plan carefully to activate the wish cardtime."

"So he overstepped the rules and proposed a deal to me, on the condition that his wish be fulfilled even if he died."

"There is a rule for this condition, that is, as soon as you die, the wish will come true immediately, so he can accurately control the time to activate the wish card, and he regards his life as the controller."

Shi Wang subconsciously opened his eyes wide, "Then, what is that wish?"

"How should I put it..." Rong Yu lowered her slender eyelashes and looked at him lovingly, "I think it's a happy deception."

One hundred and twenty nine five hundred and twelve seconds

When Yan Ting opened his eyes again, he didn't feel any surprise. He knew that he could open his eyes again, although it was only for 512 seconds, because it was his wish.

He was standing in a dilapidated and narrow bedroom, the daylight at two o'clock in the afternoon came in through the small mottled window, forming light spots on the floor, the lighting in the room was very poor, the furnishings were outdated, and there was hardly any decent furniture, only a spring bed and a low wooden table, some textbooks are randomly placed on the table, which are the textbooks of the town's junior high school.

There wasn't a chair in the room, so when wanted to do homework at the wooden desk, had to drag the desk over to the bed and let the box spring serve as a chair.

But here it is quiet, there is light, there are no ferocious man-eating wolves, no smell of gasoline, no burning fire.

Yan Ting saw a child curled up on the bed, wrapped in a white-washed blanket, taking a deep nap.

The afternoon sun was very glaring, but when it entered the room it became warmer and warmer—this was the daylight fifteen years ago.

This is Yan Ting's wish, to return to fifteen years ago, but only for a short stay.The stay time is linked to his score. His score is 512, so he can only stay for 512 seconds, which is about eight and a half minutes.

So he needs to precisely control the time when the wish will take effect, back to two o'clock in the afternoon of his birthday fifteen years ago.

The score on the wristwatch was like a countdown, beating regularly. The man's exasperated roar and the woman's weak cry came from the living room, but the child on the bed slept very deeply and was not awakened.

Yan Ting knew why he slept like this, because at lunch, his incompetent alcoholic father forced him to drink a glass of white wine in the name of celebrating his birthday.Amidst the laughter, he was hugged back to the room by his mother with great effort, and covered with a blanket to sleep.

Of course, underage children can't drink alcohol, and their young bodies can't bear alcohol. That man just wants to emphasize his patriarchy all the time, emphasizing that he is the head of the family.

He is as humble as an old dog outside, begging at the feet of others, but at home he must be a high-ranking king, his wife must serve him, and his son must please him.Otherwise, violence will be used.

This situation intensified as time went on, because he was horrified to find that his son was growing up, getting taller and stronger, so he became more and more violent, trying to keep his son under his fist forever.

Now outside this thin door, his always weak mother was arguing with his father, because she was worried that liquor would harm her son's body, and she kept blaming the man for not feeding the child alcohol.

Then she recalled her own miserable situation, and cried in pain. The man scolded her above her head, and the words he used were unpleasant.

Yan Ting knew what would happen next. The man would punch and kick his mother, causing eleven bruises all over her body, and two teeth on the left side of her mouth would fall out. Then the man would pull his mother's hair and pull herThe head hit the sharp corner of the wooden coffee table, which was the main cause of her death, but she was not completely dead at that time. She survived for about ten minutes before dying of severe brain contusion.

Yan Ting knew it so clearly, because this was the death report that he sat in the police station and listened to the criminal police read word by word.

At that time, he was only in junior high school, but he was already the only living person in this family who still had personal freedom.

Just across such a thin door, his mother was beaten to death by thugs, while he took a deep nap.

Yan Ting has rarely slept since then.

He didn't look at the child lying on the bed anymore, turned around and opened the door on his own.

The living room was in a mess, a few beer bottles rolled down on the floor, the wine was spilled on the floor, and a few dirty footprints were stepped on.

The man turned his back to him, pointed at the woman's face, and yelled and cursed loudly. Then he raised his fist and was about to hit her mercilessly.The woman slumped down beside the dilapidated fabric sofa and wept.

No one noticed Yan Ting, he bent down, picked up the beer bottle on the ground, and slapped the man on the back of the head.

Snapped!

The beer bottle was shattered, the man's body froze, and he fell to the ground with a plop, with blood gushing out.

"Ahhh!!!" The woman screamed with her eyes wide open, not knowing whether she was afraid of this stranger who suddenly appeared at home, or because her husband was injured.

"Hush—" Yan Ting raised his index finger and waggled it around his lips, signaling the woman to be quiet.

The woman's first reaction was her son who was still sleeping in the bedroom. She stumbled to her feet, ran to the bedroom, locked the door behind her, and hugged her sleeping son on the bed shivering.

But in fact, the one outside is also her son, so she has no need to be afraid.

The man at his feet was not dead yet, he desperately crawled towards the gate, and a long bloodstain was rubbed under his body.

Yan Ting stepped on the hollow of his knee, grabbed his collar and pulled him up, then directly hit his head against the corner of the coffee table, two hard hits, the man's skull sank in an instant.

While doing all this, Yan Ting's expression was always calm, and he was even doing this without emotion.

Because this scene has been staged in his mind countless times, and he has imagined every detail hundreds or thousands of times, so when it actually happened, he was already a little numb.

Yan Ting's hands were heavy, the man was dying, he threw down the corpse casually, smeared blood on his clothes, and then kicked over the surrounding stools and trash cans, making the illusion of burglary.

Now he still has three minutes, Yan Ting took one last deep look at the closed bedroom door, and left this home that was once full of pain and warmth.

He wandered around the street, letting all the neighbors see him, a strange man covered in blood, swaggering out of this house.

Some people were shocked, some yelled, and some called the police, but everyone would think that he was a murderer who robbed a house, so that he could clear his mother of the suspicion of killing her husband—he couldn’t let the mother of “this world” be regarded as a murderer.murderer.

The numbers on the watch are gradually returning to zero: five, four, three, two, one...

Yan Ting's body gradually became transparent, and finally disappeared completely in the wind. He was truly dead at this time.

"So..." Shi Wang walked slowly in the darkness, and asked hesitantly, "...Can he really change the past?"

Rong Yu smiled, "Of course not. If I could go back in time, I would never let you come into contact with humans and cause me such troubles."

"What Yan Ting went to was just an illusion, but it was a relatively long-term and broad illusion. You can also treat it as a small parallel world."

Shi Wang half understood, "So no matter what Yan Ting did in those ten minutes, wouldn't it change the current situation? Is this a scam?"

"You can say that, but I'm not a liar." Rong Yu smiled calmly, "Yan Ting knows that's not reality, I think he might just want to fulfill his long-cherished wish."

At the end, he added jokingly: "Maybe he just wanted to get addicted to patricide?"

Shi Wang didn't speak, in fact he kind of disliked Rong Yu's way of treating the great suffering of human beings as a trivial joke.

But in fact, he is a god like this, cold, ruthless, condescending and looking down on all living beings, but he will not show any mercy.

If he had compassion, he would be human.Just like Wisdom God, he helps humans only because of "appreciation", not "sympathy".

Legend has it that the gods who love all living beings are fabricated by human beings for their beliefs. Anyway, among the gods that Shi Wang knows, except for Wisdom God, the rest are a group of selfish bastards.

Rong Yu should have opened the barrier that shields the sound, because neither Qi Zhe, Lu Yuxing, nor Jing Erbai had any reaction to their conversation, they just hurried on their way silently, they might not even know that Rong Yu was coming.

Just like that, Rong Yu suddenly came over to chat with Shi Wang, comforted him a few words, kissed him, and left again.

He was like a useless NPC, dangling around, an eyesore, and didn't offer any help, Shi Wang even suspected that he came to kiss him because his mouth was itchy.

Before he left, he even said: "You are going to church soon, I don't want to make it too easy for you, so I am leaving."

Shi Wang was so angry that he was about to beat him up, but Rong Yu left in a flash, and at the same time the barrier disappeared. Qi Zhe looked over strangely when he heard the movement, "What's wrong with you?"

Shi Wang paused, "It's okay."

They continued to walk along the main road. As soon as Rong Yu left, they lost their strongest deterrent force, and those wolves came over after smelling it.

They lost Yan Ting, the strongest combat power, and Qi Zhe couldn't protect them by himself, so he could only run, hide, and hide.

In this way, they were attacked by wolves three times, and ran three times in embarrassment, and finally came to the legendary church.

Shi Wang touched the smooth and hard marble wall tiles of the church, heard the sound of the flapping wings of the white dove above his head, and asked, "Do you know what the church looks like?"

Jing Erbai shook his head, "I haven't seen it, but I know it's a place to worship and pray to the gods."

He paused for a moment, and then asked yearningly: "Isn't the god beautiful?"

Shi Wangxia realized that he thought of Rong Yu's face, and he said ambiguously: "It should be, anyway, the surface must be beautiful."

"The leader said that this game is a punishment from the gods. I really want to see the gods, even if I hear his voice."

Shi Wangxin said let's forget it, a master god like Rong Yu with a bad personality and perverted character, must not let the dreams of thousands of believers be crushed on the spot and climb the wall overnight.

One hundred and thirty tragic dawn

The bell is usually placed on the high place of the church, inside the bell tower, and the four of them planned to divide into two groups to search for it.

Jing Erbai hugged Shi Wang's arm tightly, like holding a life-saving straw, and didn't let go of anything, Shi Wang had no choice but to team up with him, let Qi Zhe and Lu Yuxing team up to search for Zhong from two directionsThe location of the tower.

This church is surprisingly large, with a vast area and gorgeous and complex architecture. At first glance, it is not a low-key, introverted, thrifty God. God takes the lead in extravagance and waste.

But fortunately, Shenwei was still there, and there were no wolves gathering here, so they searched slowly.When was hungry, ate two bites of compressed biscuits, and when was tired, sat on the bench in the prayer room and squinted for half an hour.

The air slowly became humid and cold, Shi Wang glanced at the time, it was 1:30 in the middle of the night, but it was already here, no one wanted to sleep, the four of them stayed up all night looking for the clock tower.

The hard work paid off, and after a few hours, Shi Wang finally touched a spiral upward staircase. Generally speaking, this kind of staircase leads to high places, and it is very likely to be the clock tower.

Not daring to speak loudly, he and Jing Erbai squeezed each other's palms to express their inner excitement.

They walked up the stairs step by step. Shi Wang reckoned that they walked up more than ten meters, and stepped on a narrow platform under their feet.

He stretched out his hand to touch it, and his fingertips touched a huge, smooth and cold metal product. When he touched it lightly, a buzzing vibration sounded in his ears.

It's the clock!

When the blind cat meets a dead mouse, Shi Wang is instantly happy.

Yan Ting, you can rest in peace. The organization will never forget you, a good comrade who turned to the light and made atonement. Although you are still an out-and-out bastard, without your sacrifice, we would not have our glorious today, the dawn of victoryright in front of you.

Shi Wang reached out and fumbled again, and grabbed a hemp rope hanging down, which should be connected to the bell hammer.

Just as he was about to ring the bell, he suddenly thought of something, and turned around to ask Jing Erbai behind him, "Would you like to come together, we can be regarded as heroes who awaken the light."

Jing Erbai was so excited that he talked nonsense, "Is it true? I can be a hero too? Grandpa and grandma, have you seen it in the sky? My grandson is promising. Is there any TV station to interview me? Hahaha I want to be on TVAlready!"

Shi Wang: "...there's no need for so many dramas."

What's more, there may be no TV stations now. Such facilities that require the Internet and a large amount of electricity may no longer exist in today's disaster-ridden world.

The two grabbed the rough hemp rope together and rang the bell vigorously.

Buzz...boom—boom—

With a trill like a sigh, the ancient bell chimes from its head