It's not too much to say that a beauty is a little bit stronger

After all the players set foot on the road of repentance, Ling Chen raised his head and calmly looked at the stone steps that stretched to the sky, a cold light flashing in his eyes.

The strong wind was still raging, but he stood straight, his long black hair fluttering in the wind, looking particularly cold and stern.

He slowly walked to Mingluo's side, his eyes intertwined with the road of repentance, and his low voice broke the silence: "How many people do you think can walk out of here?"

Mingluo didn't turn around, but just looked up quietly at the steep steps in the distance, her expression as calm as ever.

The road of repentance has always been the most deadly and merciless trial.

By the time we got to Redemption Island, there weren't many people left.

This level seems simple, but it is actually the most dangerous.

The path of confession is a true sifting.

If it was a fight with swords and physical violence, perhaps they could still fight their way out.

Fighting and violence are only the simplest and most primitive way to kill, but mental control and destruction are the real weapons.

This time, the players are facing mental torture.

Many people cannot bear to face their inner demons.

Ming Luo raised his head: "This is not what you and I care about. What I care about is the fairness of the game."

Therefore, she would tacitly allow Ling Chen to drive away people like Fu Zijin, and she would also secretly eliminate those objects that humans could not defeat.

But even if she wanted to protect these rules, the game itself would not allow too many people to leave.

Because, the rose that never withers only bloomed one flower.

There is a reason why the win rate of the game "Atonement Island" has been so low for many years.

The key lies in that flower, a flower, a human life.

The game will not sympathize with any player. Once a flower blooms, it is just one flower, no more.

It is not easy for players to pass the level.

As we move forward on the road of repentance, once the cracks in our spirit appear, they are difficult to repair.

If you want to survive, you must break the shackles in your heart.

How many players can do this?

Ming Luo turned to look at Ling Chen, "There's basically nothing for us to do now. You should think carefully about the next trial method."

Ling Chen smiled and said, "Why rush? Isn't the Chaos God with me?"

Just as he finished speaking, a low growl of pain was faintly heard from the distant steps, as if someone had begun to collapse under the shackles of the soul.

"This has just begun," Ming Luo said lightly, turning away and no longer looking at the ladder.

On the road of repentance, as time passed, cries of pain began to rise and fall.

A player suddenly collapsed, fell to his knees, and clutched his hair tightly with both hands, his knuckles turned white and veins exposed.

His voice was hoarse, filled with endless regret and despair: "I was wrong! I was wrong! How could I be so stupid..."

At this moment, every step on the road of repentance is stinging their souls.

Every shout and every step tears apart the most reluctant past memories and displays them before our eyes.

Even those who thought they would never regret it began to hold their heads and convulse and tremble.

They cry and laugh at the same time, their senses are doubled and they become extremely sensitive.

The little things that I once ignored kept replaying in my mind. Even things that I didn’t care about before, I cherish them now.

I regret it... I regret it.

Chen Chong clenched her teeth, her expression was painful, and her steps were heavy.

Some memories were like an uncontrolled flood, relentlessly impacting his consciousness.

That was the scene on the seventh floor of the game, a scene he would never forget.

The moment Jiang Wenmei died.

Chen Chong ran frantically, her heart seemed to be jumping out of her chest.

They only had a few seconds, and he knew that if he just moved a little faster and tried harder, he could save Jiang Wenmei.

But he didn't catch up.

The scene of Jiang Wenmei lying in a pool of blood was like an eternal mark, engraved deep in Chen Chong's mind.

Her fingers trembled slightly, and finally fell slowly, losing the last bit of warmth.

But he could only watch helplessly, unable to save the situation.

Jiang Wenmei had a faint smile on her lips at the last moment before her death.

It seems to be saying——

"Luckily it was me who died, not you... That's great."

But this is not what Chen Chong wants!

Why is it that I am the one who survived?

Chen Chong's throat was choked with sobs and she couldn't make a sound. Her chest felt like it was being pressed down by a huge rock and she was having difficulty breathing.

The unspeakable regret bound him like shackles, becoming heavier and heavier.

"I could have saved her...if I had been faster, a little faster..."

Chen Chong's hands began to tremble and her heart was torn in pain.

My breathing became rapid and broken, and every breath of air was accompanied by endless pain.

He could feel the suffocating remorse like a rope, tightly tightening around his throat, almost making it impossible for him to breathe.

Tears welled up uncontrollably, and the image of Jiang Wenmei falling appeared before his eyes again: her pale face, her faint smile, her last words that remained unspoken...

Chen Chong raised her head, her vision blurred, as if she saw the red plum blossoms blooming all over the riverside through the mist of memory.

The wind blew gently, the plum branches trembled slightly, and the petals fell like rain, brushing across his cheeks, bringing a hint of coolness and a familiar fragrance.

"Mei..." He murmured softly, his throat dry and his voice almost torn by pain.

That soft call blended his heart's voice into the sky full of plum blossoms.

The red plum blossoms have fallen silently, and I sigh that we may never meet again.

Jiang Wen asked about the plum blossoms, and the plum blossoms by the river seemed to answer him in silence, and seemed to be silently telling him about endless regrets and parting.

But Mei was unable to answer.

No matter how brilliant the plum blossoms are, they will eventually wither.

But she has gone away.

The red plum petals fall one by one, like old promises that are ruthlessly crushed by time.

The flowers blooming on the road were like the years they had walked together, but unfortunately he was the only one wandering there alone.

Ask Mei, ask Mei, he called out to her again and again in his heart, but Mei could never answer.

The irreparable pain pulled his heart into the abyss.

Regret was like a hot iron chain, tightening his soul bit by bit.

The suffocating pressure made his throat tight. He wanted to break free, but the invisible shackles only tightened.

He stopped, he could hardly walk anymore.

He could save her from that feeling that was entangled like a poisonous snake, as long as he pushed Jiang Wenmei away and blocked the attack, but perhaps after that, he would be the one to die.

If Jiang Wenmei was left alone.

Will she feel uncomfortable?

She will be lonely.

Chen Chong wiped the tears from the corners of her eyes with her fingertips and took another step forward.

He knew his only choice was to keep going up, enduring the unspeakable pain, until... the end.