"The Zewan inheritance family cannot be cut off, and Jiu Shen has fallen into a deep sleep, and you have also gotten rid of the control of the tentacles." Feng Chang said:

"Siber Zewan, promise me..."

He put the bright red sacrificial crown on her head.

His voice was filled with a sense of forbearance.

“… From now on, you will be…”

He put down his hand and stared at her steadily:

"The 'Class' of the Dome."

At this moment, the cursed black mud burst out from his body.

As if he felt tired, his palms were weak and his body was as light as if he had fallen into the clouds...

"…I'm sorry, Sibour." He said:

“…our fate is terrible.

But fortunately... this time, you survived.

fine."

"Bad." said Simbury.

He didn't say anything.

His eyelids, bit by bit, slowly closed.

Suddenly, the curse with fangs and claws broke out from his body, spreading wildly like a twisted demon—

On Cybor's hand, the warm and soft skin quickly turned into flowing water and completely slid from her fingers. Then the solid and powerful body shattered down like a collapse of a tower, dissipating in the air without leaving anything.

She hasn't cried.

When her mother was burned to death, her father died of curses, she didn't cry.

Now, her face is still calm and shed no tears.

"Feng Qiqi, you are dead again."

“…You always die so ugly.”

She said.

She still kept her posture close to the back of his neck, holding the black mud in vain until it was pulled away by Su Mingan, who had supplemented the barrier.

With the fall of the sludge, it collapses,

This natural barrier, which is connected by faith, growth and pain, has finally been crossed by her.

She stood, her whole body stiff.

——Until a cry of despair, bloody wailing sound like a wounded beast.

...

[The little girl in red robe walked to the little boy: "Feng Qiqi! Where did you go crazy again? Mom can't find you everywhere!"

"Don't call me Feng Qiqi, call me the Dark Demon King - I want to lead the children to sea!" The little boy was in high spirits.

"Sea? What is the sea?"

"You don't understand this. The sea is something outside. In order to go to sea, I will not be the leader of the destruction clan, oracle sacrificial things like this, and I will give it to you in the future."

"Hmph, then I will definitely see the sea first than you. If you wait, I will definitely throw the clan leader's broken position to you, so that you will never see the sea for the rest of your life..."

"So vicious! Xixi, you are so vicious! I'm different. I'm very generous. If I can see the sea in the future, I will definitely give you the opportunity..."

"What if the gods took me to sacrifice to the gods?"

"...Then I will kill the gods for you."]

...

On the sludge,

Xiboer took out a rotten colorful candy from his arms, suddenly raised his hand, and swung it suddenly-

"Bang!"

The candy smashed into the rain barrier below, jumped a few times, and was swallowed by the poisonous rain.

"It's sucked," she said. "It's sucked!"

She once again and again fantasized about the scene where she could resolve the misunderstanding and run to the sun and the sea with him.

...But I can only see this person's flying soul moving away from her.

So many misunderstandings and so many deaths, this time he returned them all to her.

So she never hated him.

Never.

"Su Ming'an." She said: "I knew this was the 'best' route, but I still couldn't help it. I wanted to reincarnate and meet the person who disliked me but was still alive."

"You have no chance." Su Mingan said: "If God Jiu hadn't lie just now and after He fell into a deep sleep, the dome would not have been reincarnated for fifteen days and could no longer go back."

Xibre wiped his eyes.

"Just kidding." She looked at him: "This is the best ending, and I can't look back."

"He said he gave me the opportunity to see the sea." She said, "...I want to take everyone from the Dome to see it."

"Yes." Su Mingan said: "It's already... the best ending."

He picked up the bracelet on the ground covered in blood and mud.

Above the bracelet,

A black python biting the scorching sun shone on his fingertips.

Chang Feng is the most complicated person he has ever met.

...

[People who rely on sensory and rational evidence are regarded as heresy and betrayal. What people call "blind faith" is based on countless "untrustworthy".]

[All faithful believers have the ability to "close their eyes and ears" and are disdainful of "things that are not worth watching or listening to."]

[…and their strength comes from this because of this.]

[The awe of higher beings, the desire for happiness, moral wisdom, and the united consciousness of group... makes them extremely powerful under this ignorance that has been elected.]

【So faith.】

【…】

【So is the case with people.】

...

【Perfect clearance progress: 85%】

...

Xibre stayed in the First Tribe for post-disaster reconstruction.

Su Mingan accompanied her and walked all over the land of the First Tribe.

She, wearing a sacrificial crown, chose to bury the truth of the two gods, just like Feng Chang.

Because she had signed a contract with Jiu Shen, she still could not betray Jiu Shen's faith, but her mood was unprecedentedly free.

She was the only one left in the Zewan family. After Diansi surrendered to Su Mingan, no one dared to oppose Qianbo, who was supported by the God of Bai.

While restraining the body and passing by the corner of the square, Xiboer saw two figures close together.

The big man holding a stone in his hand snuggled up to his mother who had half-turned into sludge.

The man leaned against the wall, and his cocoon was as quiet as a silkworm.

His head rested on the woman's rotten shoulders and his hands on her neck, still in a childlike intimacy.

The thin coat was still tightly pressed against the old woman, like a warm embrace. The clothes were no longer complete skin, but a pile of dead bones covered with black mud.

The sheets and mattress sucked away the rotten tissue fluid, keeping her soft tissue dry.

The man was tightly wrapped in a cotton coat, and the bones on his face were against the brim of the white velvet hat, as if he was murmuring something.

Flies on the windowsill flew up, and a rotten stench was delayed for a while before it was conveyed.

Siber, wearing a black sacrificial robe, walked up to him.

"Shh..." Changsheng's tone was very light, as if he was afraid of disturbing his dead mother: "The game is over, and my mother is sleeping."

"Ah." Xiboer's voice was dry: "Good night."

"She said she was using magic. When I became obedient, became sensible, and stopped playing, she woke up." Changsheng said: "...I kept pressing my hand on the back of her neck as my mother said before going to bed. I was very obedient and very obedient..."

Simbor did not answer.
To be continued...