Just standing here and being wet in the rain, he felt that the whole world was upside down, as if he was not standing on the ground, but was hanging on the bottom of the sea.

The heavy rain stuck to him, sticking to him like glue. The sense of disorder, which was completely different from the ordinary, was always interfering with his five senses. The dark ghost shadows overlapped in front of his eyes, and the chaos of direction filled his brain.

He coughed, trying to use his voice to awaken himself who was about to lose consciousness.

"Where can you tell my intentions? Mizushima Kawaharu." He said: "After staying in such an environment for so many years, your spirit is almost inconsistent, your guesses are unreasonable, and your accusations are extremely absurd."

"You really know how to perform." Mizushima Kawaharu looked at him: "...Don't think you understand very much."

"……ha."

Su Mingan laughed, without any warning.

Mizushima Kawaharu frowned.

She didn't know what the other party was laughing in such a desperate situation, she just felt that this person was getting worse and worse.

"You are indeed right. [Everyone belongs to humans. No one is completely ashamed of humans or should be a god, or a different person than anyone else." Su Mingan laughed, but his smile became louder and louder, as if he couldn't hold it back.

Mizushima Kawaharu frowned at him. The situation where she was in control of everything made her feel a little nervous.

She could not describe the strange feeling that she was feeling almost stagnating time, but when she touched the other person's gaze, she felt weightlessness.

Physical and psychological weightlessness.

...What did he laugh in such a situation?

"Su Mingan, aren't you claiming to be such a god?" Mizushima Kawaharu said: "Why do you think you will not be another ruler? Why do you ensure that your original intention remains unchanged? Why do we have trust in you? You hide your confusion, you speak for yourself, and you have fought alone until now, how can those of us who can't see the whole picture understand you?"

Su Mingan looked at her and his smile grew bigger and bigger.

"Yeah." He responded, as if he was very happy to listen.

Mizushima Kawaharu was stunned for a moment and continued to say coldly: "There are too few tragedies you have seen. The first player, your past is not worth mentioning, and it is not pity that words can be concealed, and actions can be disguised. I can't believe in you, a double-faced person who is like a top actor. There is nothing on you that I can absolutely trust. If I bet on you, I will only become the ashes in your hands in the end."

"Yes." Su Mingan nodded, his smile remained unchanged.

Mizushima Kawaharu frowned like the word "Chuan": "Listen, I have a complete reason to blame you, but you can't argue."

"Su Ming'an, if you choose to fight, fight, and lead, what is your wish? What you have shown so far is for your own selfish interests. Why should I believe you?"

"Then can I turn back?" Su Mingan asked her: "...Can I turn back?"

"What's going back?" Mizushima Kawaharu clenched her fists: "Are you crazy?"

Su Mingan looked at her, his expression still remained.

"Guess?" he said.

Mizushima Kawaharu laughed too.

The rain fell among them, suppressing dark tones.

Through the heavy rain, Mizushima Kawaharu could see the other person's black hair soaked by the rain. The young man in front of him was stuck in the soil like a motionless wooden stake, with a smile on her face that made her feel a little scared.

"You are already crazy, Su Mingan." Mizushima Kawaharu laughed happily and sadly. She laughed and shed tears, her voice a little sad: "...I have achieved my goal."

"Then congratulations?"

“…You’re really crazy.”

"You might be right."

"...You have been talking for so long, but you haven't found Mo Yan, who was killed by you who just lost your mind." Mizushima Kawaharu said: "I can be sure that you have lost to the hallucination."

"..." Su Mingan's unchanged expression finally started to stir.

In a drowsy field of vision, he stopped for a moment, as if something was tightly grasping his heart. He turned his head almost in a hurry and took another drowsy into his vision.

He saw the young man lying under the tree beside him, holding the broken sword.

The young man sat in the torrential rain, closed his eyes and lowered his head slightly, as if he had fallen asleep, and his body was covered with vertical and horizontal ripples.

The young man's mouth was still smiling.

The smile was covered in blood.

"You killed someone who believes in you and admires you so much, he should be considered the light-seeker you mentioned, right? Ha, it is really ridiculous that the light-seeker will be destroyed in order to continue to shine.

Looking at you, you probably don’t know that you have just lost your mind for a while.

Congratulations, Su Mingan, killed him, has your san value been replied to?"

A nearly crazy smile appeared on Mizushima Kawaharu's face.

The heavy rain washed away the blood on the ground, and drifted away with a faint smell of blood.

Su Ming'an stood there, motionless, like a plaster sculpture.

The sound in my ear seemed to disappear in an instant, and even the heavy rain seemed silent.

He felt a howling cold wind whistling between his chest.

"Mizushima Kawaharu."

In the midst of silence, he suddenly spoke:

"I'll send you a tower invitation."
Chapter completed!