He just kept repeating this sentence.

Afterwards, Su Mingan instructed Xike to transfer Mo Wen to an uninhabited old house in the core area and give Mo Wen some survival resources, but other than that, he had no choice.

Mo Wen is guilty, the file is stained, and it is impossible to find a job, and Su Mingan cannot compile the Dawn system.

In that old house, the white-haired young man sat on the dusty sofa, his eyes were dull.

When Su Mingan left, Qing spoke young.

"Thank you, thank you, Su Mingan." Mo Wen said: "Even people like me can save you. You are... the best. The best."

His expression was shriveled and spiritless, as if he had lost the thing he had depended on for survival, becoming an empty skin.

"Why is there this ghost game? Why do humans become like this? If this is just a dream, will I see my home and mother when I wake up tomorrow..."

"Yes, this is a dream, it must be like this..."

Mo Wen was stuck in the sofa and kept murmuring.

Perhaps one day, he, who is far away from his hometown and his relatives, will rot here. He is no longer able to escape from this vortex of fate.

He and his brother and younger brother are separated from the whole world.

In such a world, once a decision is made, people must be aware of going to the end at any time.

Su Mingan left the old house.

Through the layers of white birch green shade, he saw that the house paved with red bricks was extremely quiet, like a still red tombstone rooted in the soil.

Inside the tombstone is a man who can never return home.

“…”

At this moment, he suddenly wanted to see Yueyue.

People with special identities are not players, they will die... Mo Wen's incident sounded a wake-up call for him.

He didn't want to lose it anymore. He had already lost enough. If there was a Yueyue...

He put on the "Wang Han's human skin mask" with Lu Weiss' identity and came to the tavern in the border war group. He once chatted with the leader of the war group Che, who was Luo Shiche's sister.

But when he arrived, the building was empty.

The door of the tavern was locked, and there was no black-haired girl playing games by the threshold. The streets were quiet, and the mercenaries who used to be gambling and fighting were gone.

Tomorrow is the selection of Keusta, and anyone can enter the city. The battle group has been scattered into the city, and they are not here.

He stood quietly outside the blocked tavern, looking at the empty street.

The dusty wind blew the withered yellow leaves and swept past his eyes.

"——Good evening! An Jiang! Now at 8:46 pm, I found that you were in a bad mood and brought you a pleasant little song "囍" from your hometown~"

A Du's lively voice emerged.

It seemed to have been waiting intentionally for a moment, and it had a premonition that Su Mingan would "click" again and close it ruthlessly.

But it paused for a long time and could not hear his echo.

The young man in a wheelchair had black hair on his side covering the end of his eyes. He tilted his head and leaned against the wall of the tavern, as if he was asleep.

Because he was too tired, he could fall asleep with just a little relaxation.

“Huh…”

A Du's voice is very light, and he knows that sleep is precious to its owner.

It silently turned off the music module.

"All right."

“…Good night, An Jiang.”

"You are really tired..."
Chapter completed!