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Chapter 1478: One Hundred and Twenty-Eight: "Kongzai."

Su Mingan was startled and squatted down to check.

"Be careful, some bones are very sharp and might hurt you." Perhaps because he was too eager to help others, this good old man was concerned about everything and immediately handed Su Mingan a pair of thick gloves.

"You look just like Doraemon..." Su Mingan put on gloves.

"More...what?" The man shook his head.

"Nothing." Su Mingan found out that this person should be a native of Luowasa.

He groped around and found a skeleton lying on the ground, mostly buried in the soil. Only through the scraps of cloth left on the skeleton could he tell that it was a woman's clothing. There was a red knot on the wrist of the skeleton, like a woman's hair tie.

"I'm sorry." Su Ming'an muttered to himself.

"Here is a wooden sign, held in the skeleton's hand," said the person next to him.

Su Mingan took off his gloves and touched them. It was written in the Luowasa language, with a sentence engraved on it:

……

【I finally met him, but he was different from what I expected. 】

……

"She shouldn't have died recently." The good man stroked his chin. "Could this woman be a contestant in the first Disciple Game? I heard that because the dungeon is too large, some contestants' bodies will not be collected, and may even be left as 'little easter eggs'."

Su Mingan sighed in his heart.

He slowly laid the skeleton flat on the ground, scooped up the surrounding soil and poured it on top, gradually burying it.

The person next to him squatted down silently and buried the skeleton with him.

While burying the body, Su Mingan felt a heat on the back of his hand. He touched it and found a drop of liquid.

He immediately touched his eye sockets, which were dry. He then realized something: "...are you crying?"

The person next to him was startled and touched his eye sockets: "Ah, yes, it's very strange."

"Is it sadness?"

"I don't know, it seems not. I just cried for no apparent reason." The man shook his hands: "I have forgotten the last time I cried. It should be a physiological effect."

Such a mighty man would suddenly burst into tears.

In the silent darkness, the two buried the bones and stood up.

Suddenly, Su Mingan heard a rustling sound.

He immediately looked at the person next to him and found that the outline was still.

...Is there a third person in this safe room?
"Rustle, rustle."

Su Mingan was ready to punch at any time and slowly approached.

However, he saw a thin, small silhouette.

The figure sat in the corner, with a few reflective silver threads faintly visible.

……elder?

"Yes, is it Kongzai? Kongzai, is that your voice?" The voice was that of an old woman. When Su Mingan and the other two had just come in, she was afraid that they were bad guys, so she shrank in the corner and dared not make a sound.

Su Mingan squatted down and looked at her carefully with the help of the subtle reflection of the bracelet.

Silver hair, wrinkled face, a pair of cloudy long eyes, spotted lips, and facial features that vaguely showed that she must have been very beautiful when she was young. She had a silver chain hanging on her chest, a silver cotton jacket, and bloated legs and feet.

"Kongzai, it's really Kongzai!" The old man touched his clothes and seemed to recognize him.

Su Mingan remembered that in the third level of the Disciple Game, Wang Xingkong had been acting with an old lady. The old lady's name was Jia Xiqin, and Wang Xingkong had been protecting her.

…They were strangers before the game, but after just one instance, Wang Xingkong and Jia Xiqin became like real family members. And some people are blood relatives, but they seem like enemies.

Su Mingan closed his eyes, suppressed his emotions, and nodded to the person next to him: "It's someone I know."

"Grandma?" the man asked.

"..." Su Mingan paused: "Dear."

Jia Xiqin didn't seem to be in a good condition, perhaps because she inhaled some poison gas and was not very clear-headed. She held Su Mingan's hand and kept chattering. She talked about what she had experienced in the past few days, and said that if it weren't for the weapon that Kongzi left for her, she, an old woman with inconvenient legs and feet, would have died long ago.

"Money, money, everything needs money." She held Su Mingan's hand tightly, and she was not in a clear mind, mumbling to herself:

“Food costs money, firewood costs money, and medical treatment costs money.”

"My son is missing a leg, and it costs money to have it reattached. My granddaughter has a bad heart, and her medicine costs money."

At this time, a good man came over with a medical box and applied medicine to Su Mingan's calf again.

Su Mingan sat down and lowered his hands quietly.

"So many mouths to feed, eating, eating...not enough. That night, I woke up and heard them talking about sending me to the mountains and forests, like many old men and women over 70."

"I was thinking, if I were to be sent into the woods to starve to death, it would be better for me to participate in this game, so that there would be one less person at home. Oh, I was so angry, but luckily you, Kongzai, were there to take care of me..."

The poisonous gas hit the glass door, crackling like rain hitting banana leaves.

With a "click", the person next to him closed the medical box, subconsciously lit a cigarette, and brought it to his mouth, but then he remembered that there was someone next to him, so he immediately put it out.

It is like a peaceful island among endless waves. The strong wind and rain outside the door cannot harm the glass room.

Su Mingan was held by Jia Xiqin, and their bracelets ticked calmly.

It was like being outside the world. At this moment, all the chaos, pain, confusion, and fear were temporarily isolated outdoors.

At this moment, he seemed to be just Wang Xingkong, a boy without any responsibility to save the world, as if his life would be very long. All he had on his shoulders was the hope for the future.

The old lady talked about her home, which was a remote village east of Rowsa, covered with golden wheat fields. When the wind blew, the wheat fields were full of heavy grain in autumn.

Winter is the season of creation. If there is something missing in the village, people will pick up their pens and write down what they need, such as brown sugar, sesame, tomatoes...they are all things they cannot grow.

If a farmer can't grow it, everyone can just pool their ideas and put pen to paper.

But people still couldn't eat enough, most of the food would be taken away, those people had big wings, flying high in the sky. With a light order from those people, many people would starve to death, and many old, weak, sick and disabled people would have to go to the battlefield.

Su Mingan asked who those people were.

The old lady thought about it and shook her head.

She said that the people were standing too high for her to see clearly, and they were standing in the sun.

Moreover, as one group leaves, another group comes. There will always be someone above you, and it will never end.

Su Mingan asked, what if one day, everyone entered a new world and no longer had to worry about the Lord of the End of All Things and the higher dimensions, would this situation change?
The old lady was stunned for a moment, then looked at him, grinned with her sparsely toothed lips and asked.

Kongzi, what is the Lord of the End of All Things? What is Gaowei?

What does their existence have to do with us?

Su Mingan didn't speak for a long time.

His fingers were clenched so tightly that his nails seemed to dig into his flesh.

Then, he whispered, "Those bad guys are the ones who are going to kill us."

"Did Kongzai fight with those bad guys?"

"Ah."

"Then Kongzai must win the fight. If he wins, he will be safe." The old lady showed her sparse teeth.

"Ah."

"I will definitely win."

He closed his eyes and rested, and she was still chattering, even talking about things he was familiar with.

She talked about an orange cat lying at the door of her sewing shop. No one knew where it came from, but it would bask in the sun under the sycamore tree every day, guarding a valuable long wooden stick. It would not leave no matter who came to adopt it, as if it was waiting for its owner.

She also said that the pendant on her chest contained the old man. He was smart and took the lead in participating in the first Disciple Game, prepared the strategy and threw it to her. So she was able to get to where she is today, thanks to the old man's wisdom when he was alive...

She then talked about her own village. The third child from the village in the east was said to have passed the examination to become a scholar of the branch temple of the Radiant Mother Goddess, and was going to become a glorious god-singer to change everyone's fate. The blacksmith at the head of the village was suddenly favored by the God of Inspiration a few years ago, and threw away his hammer to become a bard. Now he is said to be living happily on the Sky Island, reciting poems for dragons and the Celestial Clan...

Su Mingan listened quietly.

These were areas he had never been involved in and stories he had never heard of.

Beyond the limitations of his vision, the world is big and always wonderful.

The green gas hit the glass like rain hitting lotus leaves. Three people sat in the dark room, with only a sleeping skeleton quietly accompanying them.

"... Kongzai, if it weren't for you, I would have died in the third level. My family would like to have one less mouth to feed, but you are the only one who thinks that I am still a human being..." Jia Xiqin tightly grasped Su Mingan's hand, and her voice gradually became lower.

After talking so much, she should be tired.

Su Mingan slowly released her hand and placed it on her knees.

She mumbled and turned over, as if talking in her sleep: "... Brat, you haven't finished your homework today, you are going to piss your grandma off to death..."

Su Mingan stood up, walked back to the bench, and slowly lay down.

He stared into the darkness and recalled the time when he was three years old. After talking to him, his grandmother sat at the head of the bed and operated the sewing machine to sew a pair of gloves for him.

"These are the hands of a future pianist, you must protect them well..." Grandma held him and spun him around. At that time, it seemed as if even the air was colorful.

The old sewing machine from the last century made a creaking sound when it was stepped on, and it seemed as if one could hear the sound of rust from a distant time. But later on, it was sold along with the piano...

He gritted his teeth and felt a pain. It turned out that there was some bleeding in his calf. The person next to him opened the medical box again and helped him deal with it.

"When the poison gas is over, are you going to take her with you?" the man said in a low voice while applying the medicine.

"If I don't take her with me, she will definitely die." Su Ming'an glanced at Jia Xiqin, who had fallen asleep in the corner, her silver hair quiet. He knew that no matter what he thought, this good man would definitely take her with him.

"Well, take a break." The man patted his shoulder and closed his eyes.

Drop drop, drop drop.

Time passed little by little with the ticking sound of the bracelet.

Su Mingan was resting, but he kept glancing at his bracelet. He was supposed to survive for only 30 minutes, but now he only had 5 minutes left. The poison gas showed no sign of ending.

The remaining poison made his head feel dizzy, so he closed his eyes and took the time to rest, trying to feel better.

“I’ll go out later and help you find any bracelets left behind by other contestants so I can extend your time,” the good man whispered.

"I'll go with you." Su Mingan said.

"I have healing abilities and can resist the poison for a while. You don't have to keep up." The good man reached out and closed his eyes: "You can hardly open your eyelids. Tianying's poison is very strong. Letting your body rest is the best way to fight it. Go to sleep. If you keep moving your body like this, you may not be able to stand up."

Su Mingan sighed in his heart, this is the body of an ordinary player...

He went to bed as he was told and did not try to be stubborn.

The good guys also closed their eyes to rest, quietly recovering their strength in preparation for going out to fight the poison later. Although they all knew that it was almost impossible to find the bracelets of other contestants in such a dark poisonous fog.

In a daze, Su Mingan felt someone standing up.

The man stood beside him, looked at him for a while, then took off something and gently placed it in his palm.

He tried hard to open his eyes, but he felt the residual poison still tugging at his eyelids, making him unable to get up.

Then he heard a beep.

He heard a voice vaguely.

"Kongzai."

"My grandma's home is in Longchao Country, east of Luowasha, in a village whose name I don't know. If you win the game one day, go and take a look. The bread made from wheat there is delicious, much better than the bread in the city, really."

There was a warm touch on my palm.

Then, he saw a short, hunched figure between his hanging eyelids, who touched the glass door and walked out slowly.

The gas couldn't get into the safe house, she just walked out.

She heard his conversation with the people around him and knew that he didn't have much time left.

It was as if there was a voice screaming and roaring in his throat. He wanted to reach out his hand and aim at the poison gas, causing the space to vibrate and blast away these rotten things; he wanted to erect the Lamb Boundary, and the azure barrier would instantly unfold to protect everyone; he wanted to grow divine white wings and fly out, destroying all the mechanisms in the face of the poison gas, beating up the masked man, and returning everything to peace...

But he could only lie down, on the bench.

Looking at the hunched figure, he slowly walked out.

The residual poison paralyzed his shoulders and he couldn't even stretch out his hands.

He is just an ordinary player at this moment.

The bracelet ticked steadily, and [Survival time: 3 minutes] had changed to [Survival time: 12 minutes].

Jia Xiqin was very lucky, perhaps because the old man's ashes blessed her, she picked up several bracelets of deceased contestants. But she knew that this was the end.

That's it.

There is one less mouth to feed at home, and one more child in the world who can fight with bad guys.

In the blurred vision, the hunched figure just went out of the door and quickly disappeared.

Su Mingan used all his strength to push his palm, and finally felt his body relax a little, dispelling some of the remaining poison. He raised his hand with force, subconsciously made a spatial vibration gesture, and aimed at the damn poison gas.

"Wow---"

Beautiful white baby's breath gradually grew between his palms, hanging all over his palms like silk ribbons.

Apart from that, of course, there is no spatial brilliance.

There was a long silence.

The young man with brown-black hair fell silent.

There was only a silver necklace, engraved with his birth and death years, dangling on his fingertips...

……