Xu didn't say anything for a long time, but just continued to move forward step by step.

Indeed, although he can speak, it doesn't mean he can speak casually.

He must focus more beliefs on the mask.

Zhong Xueran has long been determined to live and die. She doesn't think there is anything terrible about death, but... she is a little regretful.

Unfortunately, I have known Xu Yi for so long, and I barely saw another person at this time.

But as soon as they saw the other side of Xu Yi, they were about to die.

And... I'm sorry for Xu Yi's final desperate efforts.

Although all this does not work.

A dense array of mottled memories flashed through Zhong Xueran's mind.

In the past, she never wanted to think about those scenes.

Her origin and why she entered the game are different from everyone.

[Sanqing Bell], [Singleqing Bell].

The former is a permanent prop, while the latter is a disposable prop.

The functions are exactly the same.

Although everyone is a little strange, they don’t know the reason.

Only Zhong Xueran himself knows... [Sanqing Ling] is a strange inheritance in the blood of the Zhong family.

And [Lianqing Ling] is the curse fate that the Zhong family cannot cut.

She is different from everyone. She will be sent into this game by her family, but she herself takes the initiative to enter this game in advance.

Every descendant of the Zhong family will continue this fate.

The only difference is that the people in front of her left for the Zhong family before entering the world of monster talk.

But this time, she did not obey the marriage arranged by her mother, and escaped from marriage in a clichéd manner, and escaped into this terrifying world of strange talk.

Is it necessary to pass on such a cursed bloodline?

Generation after generation, how many ancestors' bones have been buried...

Zhong Xueran didn't know...but she didn't want to let her descendants inherit such a fate.

She wants to completely cut off her lineage.

Taoist family? Suppress demons and eliminate demons?

Ha...What a joke.

There is no Taoist Dharma in the world, only the experience accumulated from countless blood. Some ghosts are indeed afraid of black blood, and some ghosts are indeed afraid of strong popularity, but these... are not enough to eliminate them at most, and they can only protect themselves.

Zhong Xueran, who was in deep thought, suddenly felt his arms trembling at the bend of his legs.

She came to her senses. The heavy rain was still falling, and Xu Yi... was still walking forward.

"Xu Yi, let me down."

Zhong Xueran said again.

This time, Xu Yi answered.

His voice, like it was squeezed out of the cracks of his bones, was filled with pain.

"Believe me……"

The three simple words made Zhong Xueran's eyes solidify.

Does this man know what he is talking about?

The use of Nuo Opera masks was only about one minute. Although he walked out of the yard, it was simply a fantasy to walk out of the old city, and it was impossible!

but……

Don't know why.

The three words he said were difficult to say hit Zhong Xueran's heart. Even the sound of wind, rain and thunder in her ears was like a lake, and only those three words were left.

"Believe me."

Believe in him...what do you believe in him...Is he still a backup plan?

Zhong Xueran subconsciously took out her cell phone. She blocked the rain with one hand and slid the screen with the other.

She didn't know anything, didn't know what Xu Yi was going to do, nor did she know what to do next.

But... Xu Yi hasn't given up yet.

Fucheng is very cold when it is winter, and it is even colder on the night when it rains heavily.

But at this moment, Zhong Xueran felt that he was surrounded by a hot fire.

His terrifying will to survive and tenacious perseverance reached her heart through those three words!

She found the taxi-hailing software, issued a call, and entered a high reward.

Soon, someone took the order.

I don’t know if the driver was lucky or unfortunate, but he actually received this order.

However, in this kind of ghost weather, I immediately grabbed the order for extra money in the old city. I think his survival pressure is not much different from the world of strange talk.

"alright."

Zhong Xueran glanced at the mobile phone screen and said to Xu Yi: "The driver will arrive in twenty minutes."

Twenty minutes to get to the old city, it is already very fast for such heavy rainy days.

But it's still not enough.

What confidence does Xu Yi have to make me do this...

Zhong Xueran couldn't figure it out anyway.

Even if he has other disposable props on him, he will never be able to use them again.

What else can he do?

In the heavy rain, the two of them had already been wet. Xu could have put Zhong Xueran down early, but he could not do any other move except holding her mechanically and moving his steps.

arrive.

Zhong Xueran raised his head and looked at Xu Yi's Nuo mask through the hazy rain curtain.

The only thing that could be seen on that mask was his eyes.

But at this moment... Xu Yi's eyes had completely lost their spirit.

What exactly does he want to do?

Zhong Xueran curled up quietly in his arms, completely unable to understand.

But she had a strange feeling.

She hasn't experienced this feeling since the day she was born.

This is... completely protected, a sense of security.

Zhong Xueran stared at him in a daze, suddenly blinked his eyes hard, and looked away.

Fortunately, there are only dim street lights now, and it is raining heavily...

Xu Yi's pace is neither too fast nor too slow, one step after another.

And the safety time for this mask is less than thirty seconds left.

What should he do after taking off his mask?

Zhong Xueran knew that Xu Yi would not let go, and he would definitely have a way.

Yes...he must have a way.

An unprecedented peace of mind surged from the bottom of my heart, even though there were dense corpses following behind me, even though I had not escaped from danger.

Twenty seconds.

Xu Yi's steps were still powerful, and he splashed large splashes of water on the old stone road.

Ten seconds.

Xu Yi hugged her, his waist straightened, like a sophisticated machine, and even when time approached, it could not disrupt his pace.

Nine……

eight……

seven……

Every step of his coincides with every second of the last safe time.

Zhong Xueran gradually changed his expression.
To be continued...