"They are just people who are self-destructive." The man glanced at him: "There are always people who are accustomed to indulging in short-term and direct pleasure, and hate behaviors that require long-term persistence to gain. Mo Yan, do you think that after the world game is over, this

What will happen to a group of casual players who only have points but no strength?"

Mo Yan paused in his steps.

"I don't know." He shook his head: "I don't know."

He quickened his pace, lowered his head, and suddenly bumped into a patient in a hurry.

The patient raised his head and met his eyes.

The patient's cheeks were thin, his face was pale, his eyes were heavily bloodshot, his lips were cracked due to excessive dryness, and his cheekbones were high, making him look like a yellow cabbage leaf that was about to rot.

Seeing him, the patient's stiff eyes seemed to have some reaction. The two black eyes moved slightly, and then he began to breathe rapidly.

"...save me." she said.

Those eyes without divine light were not focused on his face, but seemed to be looking beyond him, looking at something behind him.

...Maybe he was looking at the patient with the same dull eyes in the hall, or maybe he was looking at the crowd that was like boiling porridge.

She seemed to want to grab his sleeve or lean on him, but in the end she stopped and called out.

【help me】.

…

This is an adventure player who is crazy about copies.

Since she had no relatives or friends, after she took the initiative to find this place, she seemed to have fallen into a quagmire that she could not escape from.

She can't heal herself, she can't recover.

She couldn't escape this pale white circle.

Mo Yan stared at the stranger's hopeless eyes, at her subconsciously tightened hands, and at her wandering eyes, as if he was seeing another world beyond him.

Withered and lifeless, as if it had lost its soul.

He seemed to see a pale piece of paper.

"...But some people have already rotted in advance." Mo Yan said, "Before dawn."

"Who?" the man asked.

"What you saw." Mo Yan looked away. He seemed to penetrate the white walls of the hospital and saw the fountain in the square not far away, and saw the happy men and women there:

"…and what I saw."

…

"Welcome back."

The dignified and elegant princess was waiting at the door as if she had already known of Su Mingan's arrival.

Su Mingan's attention was still on the portrait painting on the wall.

This painting depicts believers releasing white doves in front of a burning church.

This picture reminded him of the story Su Lin told in the Memory Stone.

…

[I heard that three hundred years ago, the priest Van Dillon released a white dove before the church was burned down.]

[He did not hide or escape in the fire, but sang loudly with all his strength, saying that he had rushed to heaven with the white doves and gained supreme freedom.]

[He said that his soul had returned to heaven, leaving behind only a body solidified by the world.]

[He is a soul imprisoned by the world, and heaven is a warm land that accommodates noble souls like his.]

…

Su Lin told this story in the Yate Empire at that time.

But now, Su Mingan saw such a painting in the royal family in Praia that was very consistent with the content of the story.

...Su Lin, did he also tell a similar story to the royal princess in front of him?

Su Mingan noticed at this time that the Pope did not follow the teleportation.

The princess was standing at the door, and two maids were standing outside the door with their heads lowered. Their heads were lowered so much that their bangs completely blocked their eyes, making it difficult for people to see their faces clearly.

"It's been a while since I left." Su Mingan said, "The situation in Praia has not changed much."

"Yeah..." the princess thought for a while: "It's probably been several years."

……several years?

Su Ming'an discovered that there was a discrepancy between the princess's information and what he knew - it seemed that this was not the first time Su Lin had come down from Yunshang City.

"It's late at night, so it's not a good time to reminisce about the past." The princess looked at him and said, "Su Lin, let's take you back to your room first. Can we talk tomorrow?"

"Okay." Su Mingan didn't talk much. He just wanted to clear the night level now.

After sending Su Mingan to the room, the princess left.

Su Mingan searched the room but found no new clues.

He approached the big bed and lay down on it.

Today is the crucial third level of the game. He must obtain the key skills to control the enchantment...

"..."

Su Mingan lay on the bed.

Nothing happens.

He lay on the soft bed, looked at the curtains and ceiling above, and felt something was wrong.

Suspecting that his posture was incorrect, he stood up and lay down again——

Still nothing happened.

Su Mingan suddenly sat up from the bed.

He looked at the system time - it was now three o'clock in the morning on December 24th.

He speculated that perhaps it was because this time was too late for players to complete the third level, so players were unable to enter the night level.

He should wait until tomorrow night, after he touches the bed again, before opening the third level.

He thought for a while and had no intention of turning back.

Even if he goes back once, he will not choose to avoid this S-level mission. The current S-level mission plot has indeed advanced his progress towards perfect clearance.

The princess should be a being who can communicate well. Unlike the Pope, she does not have the ability to communicate with gods. Since the game mechanism does not allow him to enter the night level and will not kill him, there is no need for him to avoid her.

He sat on the bed and took out the second Su Lin's Memory Stone.

Now is the best time to look at this memory.

The red light shattered, and the scene in front of me began to change...

…

What you see is a blue sky and blue sea.

In the busy port, there are many sails and boats, boats and boats are connected to each other, the houses are sitting on the edge of the island, and people are crowded like ants on the street.

On the pier, people gathered with large and small bags, old and young, men and women. They were heading towards a buzzing airship in turn.

"Dip-dip-"

In the somewhat misty fog, the water surface of the harbor flashed like neon lights, and white gulls jumped over the top of the airship, leaving small black shadows.

"——Residents please maintain order, do not push or crowd, and ride the airship in an orderly manner——"

Such a sound echoed throughout the pier, and people flowed like ants along the long board to board the airship.

Under the airship, passengers carrying luggage hugged their families and said goodbye, while uniforms with silver stars on their shoulders inspected the passing residents.

"——Residents please maintain order, strictly abide by the farewell time, cooperate with soul hunting inspections, and log in to the Yunshang City airship in an orderly manner——"

The crew members with loudspeakers shouted loudly to keep everyone in order.

Between the ports, there were men carrying bags, children running, old people on crutches... all kinds of people listened to the crew's arrangements and walked upward along a black line, like a rolling black stream.

In a tavern not far from the port, Su Mingan saw this scene.

He was looking at the scene here through Su Lin's eyes and through the window of the tavern.

"...Su Lin, Su Lin!"

There was a shout from the side, followed by a somewhat bold slap on the shoulder.

"——Engineer Su! Come to your senses!"

Su Lin was slapped violently. He turned his head and looked at the people sitting at the same long table with him.

Sitting on this table were many people who looked like they had extraordinary status. There were uniformed soul hunters wearing golden badges, knights in golden armor, noble ladies in silk robes... and the one who just slapped him hard.

, a bald man in a technician's uniform.
To be continued...