A Game for Everyone: God-Level Talent is Achieved Through Rolling In.

Looking up from the hole where Tianxi Changyi was hiding, she saw the tentacle, which was struggling to escape, frozen in mid-air.

Then, it gently fell back down.

The tumor quickly dissolved as it fell, turning into dripping mucus and leaving behind indented holes.

Within these caves, gold and silver light shimmered alternately, like sunlight piercing through the clouds, gradually revealing itself.

As the tentacle fell before him, Tianxi Changyi clearly saw that the cracks between the holes formed by the dissolved tumor were also constantly widening.

The light moved through it, sharp as ice, cutting open one continuous wound after another.

He didn't even need to be smashed to pieces or explode; the tentacle shattered into dust on its own.

Amidst the gray mist formed from its corpse, streaks of light shot into the sky.

Nie Wan, holding a complete gold-patterned silver ribbon, flew to the front of the lotus root hole, glanced inside through the hole, and said, "Come out, it's over, thank you."

Tianxi Changyi emerged silently from the lotus root hole, her figure shimmering.

Nie Wan stared at the ruby ​​on his left ear that was almost shattered in two, and stretched out her left hand.

Three fine blood vessels lay hidden in the lines of her palm, so fine that they were almost invisible unless you looked closely.

Tianxi Changyi's pupils contracted: "Blood Rune Curse? Where did you get it?"

“I stole it from Ye Rutan,” Nie Wan said. “It takes thousands of players to create such a blood curse. I don’t have the time or inclination to kill so many people, so of course I can only steal it from someone who is willing to go to such lengths.”

Tianxi Changyi nodded: "That's right, that's your style."

He thanked her, took the three blood-patterned runes from Nie Wan's hand, and merged them into the ruby ​​that was about to shatter.

The ruby ​​shimmered again, just like those writhing, self-healing lumps of flesh. The cold, hard stone also wriggled and rejoined itself. Although not fully restored, it was mostly healed, with only a shallow two-millimeter crack remaining on the surface of the gemstone.

Nie Wan squinted at the effect of the Blood Pattern Curse and said, "It's so useful. You must have struggled a lot when you decided to find this item."

Tianxi Changyi nodded slightly, and upon realizing that the flowing wind had completely died down, he released the corpses of Mu Xingzi and the others from his personal space.

Although Nie Wan had exhausted all her strength to capture the divine oracle, casting a resurrection spell was still a piece of cake for her.

Mu Xingzi and Kuanglong were resurrected one after another, but Lin Jianlu's resurrection was more difficult.

Her attributes are the most ordinary, and her profession is not a combat-type profession. If she dies in this special map, many debuffs will directly entangle her in the status bar.

To successfully revive her, the first step is to remove the debuffs in her status bar one by one. Only then can her soul return to her body, achieving a lossless revival.

This process was a bit long, so while waiting, Nie Wan took out the phantom of the memory hairband from the translucent ancient mirror and handed it to Tianxi Changyi.

Tianxi Changyi was puzzled, and Nie Wan said, "It's your reward for helping me just now."

Tianxi Changyi took it, carefully examined it, and discovered that it was Nie Wan's memory.

Just now, after she crawled into the tentacle through the gap in the tumor, she relied on the boundless divine oracle to crawl forward, piercing through every nerve of this fear projection, and traveling all the way to the deepest part. She pierced through the strongest layer of protective fear outside the heart with unstoppable force, completely unaffected by the various illusions. She directly reached out and grabbed the tangible divine oracle with her left hand, pulling it out while shattering the hideous tentacle into dust.

The entire process was clearly stored in the memory ribbon, and even what appeared in Nie Wan's mind when she passed through the swirling illusion outside her heart was not missed.

It only takes a moment to accept these memories, but to understand each frame thoroughly and to empathize with her feelings and insights during the process is something that Tianxi Changyi may not be able to do.

If you can't do it, it seems you can only accept your fate.

"You really always adhere to the principle of equivalent exchange." Tianxi Changyi swapped the hairband that had emptied her memories, looking at the faint golden mark that had appeared on her forehead at some point, and said, "Are you really comfortable having an NPC in your head?"

“I forced him to come,” Nie Wan said. “There’s nothing to worry about.”

Tianxi Changyi nodded slightly, said nothing more, and looked at Lin Jianlu, who was still reviving, before speaking to Nie Wan in a private message.

[As I told you, I can overhear private conversations. Just now, I also overheard some of the conversation between Teacher Lin and Mu Xingzi.]

What about me?

【Yes. 】

Tianxi Changyi simply repeated Lin Jianlu's words, and when she turned her head again, she saw Nie Wan with her eyes closed, her expression calm and serene.

Although that's what your mother said, I don't think she expects you to always hold back your tears when you want to cry.

Nie Wan opened her eyes and stared at him indifferently.

You talk too much.

[Teacher Lin has a lot to say, but she doesn't know how to tell you. Aside from Lan Xiangyuan, there are probably very few people in this world who can say these things to you. As an outsider, I may not be qualified. But, just consider this my well-intentioned advice: don't dwell on the deceased; look forward. That's what Mingguang told me before.]

Nie Wan almost wanted to curse, but she still managed to force a smile.

【Thanks. 】

Tianxi Changyi stared at her knife-like smile for a moment in silence.

Why don't you just scold me? This is already quite inappropriate.

No, thank you so much.

Just then, Lin Jianlu was resurrected.

As Nie Wan watched her eyes tremble and then open, memories of what she had seen and heard when she was gripped by fear involuntarily flashed through her mind.

It wasn't fear that wove illusions for her; it was the insurmountable fear that caused those images to constantly surface in her mind.

The two faces were stiff and sallow after being restored by the mortician.

She has eyelashes, but they're stiff and rigid.

It has eyelids, but they coldly reflect the light from above.

Those two pairs of eyes will never open again.

Soon, she won't even see the restored model anymore.

They've all turned to ash, lying in concrete tombs, alongside urns carved from nanmu wood and black-and-white photos inlaid with their smiles, to live for thousands of years in concrete.

When it becomes inorganic, it can last for thousands of years. But when it becomes flesh and blood, it vanishes in an instant.

The two pairs of eyes she thought she could spend her last days in, the two pairs of eyes that would make her forever happy as long as they were framed by them, have closed their eyes on her forever.

When Lin Jianlu opened her eyes, she saw Nie Wan staring straight at her, a glint of light in her eyes. Seeing her open her eyes, the child smiled.

"Teacher, it's all over, let's go."

Her voice is usually low, but today it sounded a little high-pitched.

She held the gold-embroidered silver belt, a symbol of victory, tightly in her hand, her grip trembling slightly.