【Twenty minutes ago】

"Jasmine" kept struggling. She seemed extremely depressed and her tears kept flowing.

Seeing that she refused to cooperate, Su Mingan had no choice but to knock her unconscious and go find Mayor Mitchell.

When he arrived, Mitchell was making tea, and he was still half-assed in tea making skills, but Lu Shu didn't know how much.

The room was filled with the aroma of incense, and the two tablets on the stage had long since disappeared, as if they had never appeared.

"Mayor." Su Ming'an walked in holding the unconscious Jasmine, and met the old man's cloudy eyes: "...No, Bo Li."

Barry Mitchell's body trembled slightly. He looked at the girl wrapped in a bloody wedding dress, and his pupils kept shaking, as if the dust-laden memories were gradually being awakened.

"Bo Li... Mayor." Su Mingan slowly called his name, feeling a sense of absurdity in the reincarnation of cause and effect: "Do you remember now? Your past was bewitched by this ghost?"

The white-haired old man slowly turned around.

Su Mingan saw a drop of tear in his eyes.

"Who am I?" Mitchell muttered: "I am... Buri?"

He walked forward slowly, as if he wanted to touch the girl who seemed to be sleeping, but his hand was suddenly withdrawn.

He looked at Jasmine and the bloody wedding dress on her body, looking at it slowly, as if looking at a treasure.

She is still young.

But he has long since aged... and even lost his faith unknowingly in his daily life.

"...I remembered." He murmured to himself.

That tone was very familiar to Su Mingan. He had heard this person say this in his ear several times:

"——I am Boli, a wanderer returning home from a long journey."

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[Dawn Line·Perfect clearance process 80%]

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In the altered timeline, Bo Li has the memory of that single-player instance.

"I remembered that that day, I wanted to find the lost gods and imprison the innocent Jasmine -" Mitchell looked in a hurry: "But, why did I still bring her with me? What on earth do I believe in?"

?My belief...when did it start to change...?"

Su Mingan put Jasmine aside, took out the dragon-head crutch, and handed it to him.

Mitchell slowly took it, his bark-like wrinkled hands slowly caressing the cane, like touching the skin of a lover.

Su Mingan waited silently, waiting for his next words.

"I..." Mitchell sighed slightly, then raised his head and stared at him: "Traveler from the outside world, I want to thank you for your help. You reminded me of the time when I was buried - it turned out that I was imprisoning Jasmine.

After going to the ancestral hall, I still failed to live up to Selina's expectations. I forgot about waiting for her, and even forgot about my own beliefs... I was bewitched by the ghost in her body, and the whole town started to believe in an evil god...

"

He held the dragon head crutch with both hands, his eyes filled with eager anticipation:

"——Now, I will communicate with the gods and free Trilli... from eternal damnation."

Su Mingan said nothing.

He knew that the gods of Trilli were long gone.

The faucet crutch in Mitchell's hand lit up, and then as expected, nothing happened.

——No god will answer him anymore.

He seemed a little disappointed, but his eyes were calm, as if he had already expected this outcome.

"So... that's it." Mitchell said: "I should have thought that God will not forgive us again and again for our children who have abandoned their faith."

"You don't have to worry too much." Su Mingan said: "People die every night in this town. It is this ghost that causes trouble. If we drive it out, even if there is no God's blessing in the future, Trilli can still be freed from the curse - needless to say,

Whoever fights, you will be able to save yourselves."

Mitchell glanced at him.

This look was extremely profound.

"Expelling the ghosts, I once thought about doing this." Mitchell said: "But it was useless... Even if we kill Jasmine, the ghosts will still choose other people to possess them, so we can only continue to lock Jasmine in the ancestral hall...

…”

"And usher in the next reincarnation?" Su Mingan chuckled softly.

... He felt sad for the self-deception of these townspeople.

The ghost will not die, it will gradually regain its strength.

Even if Jasmine is permanently locked in the ancestral hall, the ghost will still continue to bewitch the townspeople.

Even if Buri is awake now, his next [Mayor Mitchell] will still be bewitched, and then, he will only repeat today's process.

——And then, will they welcome a new batch of travelers?

Su Ming'an has tried his best to reach this point, but he still can't save these people. If Jasmine continues to be locked in the ancestral hall forever, waiting for the ghost to bewitch her - how will the situation be different from before he arrived?

"We have no choice." Mitchell shook his head: "The ghost is immortal, we can't drive it away..."

Su Mingan has traveled all over Trili, and he has found no other clues.

According to the progress of the mission, he is close to completing it. As long as he drags Jasmine to the square to expose the true identity of the ghost, his mission will be successfully completed.

There was no need for him to meddle in Trilli's business anymore. Both factions and special tasks were in full bloom, and his world copy was carried out perfectly this time.

...There is no need for him to do anything else.

He turned his head and looked at the girl lying on the sofa, her brows stretched.

She seemed to have fallen asleep, her expression was very relaxed, much better than the one he had seen before, leaning next to the coffin and crying silently.

He instantly remembered the girl's shining eyes at dawn, the bright golden color in her pupils was very beautiful.

She is still waiting for the follow-up story.

"..." He was silent for a while.

He always felt that if it ended like this, it would seem to be a little different from the word "Dawn Line".

"Bori, I have a way." He said: "...I don't understand Jasmine's feelings, and I don't even know who is better for this. This method... sounds quite bad. But if you want to save

As for Trilli, you can try it."

Mitchell's eyes narrowed slightly.

…

On the Exile Square, Aini watched as Su Mingan walked to the center holding a girl.

"...What are you doing?" He looked at this scene in confusion: "That's the mayor's daughter, right? Why did he let him fall in love...What is this going to do? Today, these nt townspeople are doing it again

Are you going to start exile?"

The tit-for-tat confrontation between several players seemed to have been suspended. They watched everything happening in the square and watched Su Mingan hand the dragon-head crutch into the hands of the mayor.

"Are you a clone?" Aini glanced at the silent clone next to him: "Do you know what your main body is going to do?"

"Don't make any noise." He received a very bad attitude from his clone.

...Didn’t I say that the clone is very gentle?

Ani turned his head instantly, he would not stick to someone's cold butt.

Immediately afterwards, he saw that the mayor's daughter was tied directly to the cross.

There were firewood piled under the cross, as if he was about to be executed.

"What are you...doing?" He murmured.

"Today's banishment target is my daughter... no, it is the ghost residing in the body of my daughter Jasmine." The mayor suddenly spoke, speaking in a deep voice.

His expression seemed very sad, as if he had killed his relatives out of necessity.

He looked at the indignant townspeople and said: "——This damn ghost, it has bewitched us, made us abandon our previous beliefs, and made the great gods abandon us. It has sinned so much that only flames can do it.

Burn away its sins!"

...started again.

Aini has seen the fanaticism of this group of townspeople since he first entered this town. They exiled their own people as if they were crazy, and their attitude was like a group of hopeless cultists.

Whoever you suspect will be sent to death without any regard for past feelings.

In their view, family affection, friendship, and love are all things that can be discarded at will. As long as they obey the wishes of the gods, then they can let themselves die.

And now, the person under suspicion is the mayor's daughter, so the mayor puts his daughter on the rack again...

This Trilli is just a mess messed up by various evil beliefs. He doesn't even understand how to communicate with these people.

He watched this scene with some boredom, then looked at the girl who was tied to the stake, and slowly opened his eyes.
To be continued...