MTL - Top Horror Novelist-Chapter 176

No one knows what happened in the carriage in the afterglow of the setting sun that day.

Even the world consciousness fled in a panic, the system cut off cognition in a panic, and the game field closed its eyes tightly.

Both time and space are frozen, as if the eternal beauty in amber is treasured by the gods forever, and no one is allowed to peep.

But in the softest rose, the sharpest and irresistible sword pierces the petals to reveal its edge, swings to the world, and points to the root and core of everything.

But the world consciousness knows nothing about it.

It is fleeing towards the deeper part of the train in the sea of ​​clouds, trying to cover its own existence with the blackness of death.

But the heels fall.

The crisp sound was like the sound of a guillotine being cut.

Chi Yan looked down at the consciousness of the world, sneered, with contempt in his eyes: "It seems that there are always things that are beyond their control, thinking that the world is already under your control?"

"Don't forget, you are not the world, you are just a collection of all the subconsciousness of human beings who call themselves the primate of all things, you are higher than human beings, but no different from human beings."

"You have seen the shining light of human beings, but you also have the weakness and inferiority of human beings."

She unhurriedly increased the strength of her feet, as if she was running over a dog, causing the world consciousness, which had been severely injured by Chi Yiyin, to be so painful that it was almost dizzy.

"What qualifications do you have to dare to call yourself the world itself? You still want to kill the gods and replace them, and let all human beings become the nutrients of flowers and become slaves under your control?"

Chi Yan let out a cold snort, and there was nothing in his steel blue eyes.

From the moment the world consciousness approached Chi Yiyin recklessly, she had already been sentenced to death by Chi Yan, depriving her of the qualification to be her enemy.

This is not love for Chi Yiyin.

Instead, she was laughing at the stupidity of the world consciousness, unable to see clearly the huge and terrifying body of its enemy.

Chi Yiyin, that is the monster that Chi Yan personally taught and molded, and it is stronger than blue.

Even if Chi Yiyin uses him like a tool, he will have to pay the price accordingly, and will never underestimate the power and terrifying influence Chi Yiyin possesses.

But the world consciousness can't see this clearly. It is arrogant and thinks that it can control everything. It is obviously coveting Chi Yiyin's power, but it also despises Chi Yiyin because of his youth and the gentle mask he reveals.

And now, world consciousness has paid a terrible price for its arrogance.

It's not human or animal, and it's wounded beyond healing.

Even if it does not age or die, strictly speaking, it does not even have a physical body, it will not have life and death, and even as long as human beings exist for a day, even if there is only the last human being left, it can be regarded as alive.

But correspondingly, all serious injuries to the world consciousness cannot be healed, and the cracks will always exist, making it struggle and roll in pain, but it cannot escape.

"You shouldn't provoke Chi Yiyin, that way, you can live a little longer. But now?"

Chi Yan tilted his head, and the world consciousness under her feet surged like maggots.

"You see, I just need a qualification that can kill Li Sijun. If I can't be at the same level as him, then I can't talk about it. And the existence that is the same as the gods is only you, the world consciousness."

She smiled cruelly and coldly, but her eyes were pitiful.

Like a sculpture standing high on an altar, looking down at the world's pain, it is not affected at all.

"May I lend you... the head of the item?"

While you are sick, I will kill you.

The world consciousness, which was seriously injured by Chi Yiyin, is at its weakest time, and there is no better time than this.

Chi Yan hooked his lips, and was very satisfied when he thought of Chi Yiyin.

It seems that she didn't prepare this tool in vain.

To give her such a big gift?

The ground inside the carriage gradually softened and sunken, and the surrounding walls and windows seemed to melt magma. The ground turned into a black swamp, constantly surging and expanding, and the stormy sea.

Like a monster roaring in the deep sea.

The train conductor huddled in the corner of the sofa and shivered, almost staring at the fabric in front of him, not daring to look back.

For fear of offending the devil.

Until everything behind him gradually calmed down, all the voices disappeared, the sharp wind like a knife gradually softened, and the coldness of being stared at by the poisonous snake also gradually dissipated.

The train conductor finally let out a long sigh of relief, and tentatively turned back slowly, peeking behind him.

Whether Chi Yan or the world consciousness, or Skye, who was originally occupied by the world consciousness, disappeared completely.

The interior of the carriage was pure white and empty, together with all the decorations and furniture, even the bar counter and the bartender, it seemed that they had been corroded by sulfuric acid, leaving nothing behind.

This space has returned to its most primitive appearance, with only an endless blank space as far as the eye can see.

Carriages, trains, bartenders, passengers, players... nothing exists at the beginning.

It wasn't until the train conductor refocused on it that this piece of white seemed to be splashed with color for the first time. The outline of the train and all the items were gradually outlined and reconnected with other carriages, becoming a part of the sea of ​​clouds train.

And the bartender is also like the wheat growing on the ridge of the field, and the characters formed under the brush quickly grow out of the carriage from feet to heads, standing behind the bar that is still being reconstructed, calmly lowering their heads to wipe the non-existent wine glasses.

The train leader let out a long sigh of relief, and collapsed limply on the sofa, like a fish out of water after being tense, with a look of rejoicing for the rest of his life.

"I really thought just now that the Great Demon King was going to kill the world consciousness here."

The train conductor was crying and dejected: "If she really does something, my territory will no longer exist. It's hard to stop being a system that is attacked by two sides. I just encountered this kind of thing when I was transferred... the surname Chi is all Do you have any grudge against me!"

The bartender still had a templated smile on his face, standard, but there was not even a slight change in angle.

He calmly bent over to the train conductor, and said with a smile, "Just like people don't go crazy to count an earthworm, that person will naturally not do anything to you, so be more confident."

Train conductor: "..."

"???"

He was half a beat too late, with a bewildered expression on his face: "Are you calling me an earthworm?!"

Chi Yiyin called him a monkey anyway, but why did he degenerate when he came to his own people!

The bartender's smile remained unchanged: "Why? Don't be so confident."

It's like saying: Don't be sentimental.

Train conductor: "...There is something wrong with the refactoring program! Absolutely! When did the NPC of the Sea of ​​Clouds Train be so vicious!"

Although the bartender's face didn't change, the train conductor somehow felt that he was mocking him brightly.

He was so angry that he rolled up his sleeves and wanted to check the system operation log.

But as soon as he got up, he suddenly stiffened, only to realize that he was no longer a system.

... The new system Xiao Yunhai is still being hijacked by Chi Yan, and all the permissions are with the big devil, but the system itself has no permission to check the system.

... What's more terrible is that even the world consciousness is in Chi Yan's place.

The train conductor stopped suddenly, and turned his head to look in the direction of Chi Yiyin and Li Sijun with a complicated expression. His sight seemed to penetrate the carriages, and he saw the two people directly.

"Do you think Chi Yiyin will destroy the world first, or Chi Yan will kill God first?"

The train conductor's voice was erratic, with a sense of unreality, and his momentum was as weak as a candle in the wind: "It seems that no matter what, it doesn't end well for us?"

hateful!

Why is it that his boss only thinks about falling in love and is full of Chi Yiyin!

Can't he lead his subordinates to the pinnacle of life like Chi Yan?

Or it would be cool to respond to everything like Chi Yiyin!

Although it is a system, it also really wants to enjoy a happy life in the world!

Woohoo!

The conductor was sobbing and almost biting his handkerchief.

The bartender poured a non-existent glass of wine, put the non-existent wine glass in the conductor's hand, and patted his head sympathetically, as if patting a whimpering puppy strayed by the roadside.

"Don't be sad, you're going to die anyway. Otherwise, just think about it, do you prefer to be an earthworm or a monkey?"

Train conductor: "..."

He was stalked for a moment, and looked up at the bartender speechlessly, but the bartender still smiled naturally and innocently, as if he had done nothing bad.

The bartender tilted his head and asked with a smile, "What's the matter? Dear train conductor, do you need anything? Here, all your needs will be met, and you want to make a wish..."

"Stop, stop!"

The train conductor collapsed: "Do you think I'm those stupid passengers! Make a wish!"

The bartender smiled and nodded: "Yeah!"

…

In the box train, Chi Yiyin staggered and pushed Li Sijun away, and turned his head to the side in a bit of embarrassment, trying to avoid Li Sijun's scorching gaze.

He took a long breath to cool down his overheated cheeks, his rippling blue eyes were like the sea in spring, bright and soft with ripples.

After a while, Chi Yiyin managed to regain his composure.

But when he turned around, the moment he saw Li Sijun, the temperature on his cheeks rose again, and his eye sockets became red and hot unconsciously.

Chi Yiyin didn't expect this to happen. He was a little embarrassed by the physical reaction that had never happened before, and tried to deal with it at a loss.

Li Sijun squeezed a low laugh from his throat, being so cute that he almost wanted to ask for a kiss again, his heart was itching as if he was swept by Chi Yiyin's slender eyelashes, wanting to let his Yinyin watch him forever with him.

But he still restrained himself with the strongest willpower, and did not scare Chi Yiyin rashly, causing him to run away in fright.

Li Sijun took the initiative to take a step back, allowing fresh air to flow in between the two of them, Chi Yiyin was relieved and felt much better.

And the cool wind took away the excessive temperature of Chi Yiyin's cheeks, allowing him to gradually return to normal.

When he turned around again to look at the box that was just occupied by Skye—or world consciousness, he was already calm and gentle as usual in the past, and there was nothing wrong with his handsome face.

This box was originally owned by Chu Yueli, but it was occupied by Skye, and the whole box was plunged into darkness. Even Jingcha was hit hard by Skye here, and was trampled under the feet of the world consciousness.

It seems that even the dignity and pride have been trampled to pieces.

Even though Chi Yiyin had severely damaged the world consciousness and trampled down the pride of the world consciousness, he would still feel indescribably sad when he recalled the humiliating scene of Jingcha just now.

Beijing Tea is proud and bright.

But alone, it shouldn't be like that... that way, for the sake of his companions, he endured humiliation and his dignity was trampled upon.

After Skye dissipated, the darkness in the box gradually disappeared, revealing its original appearance.

Jing Cha's figure also reappeared in front of Chi Yiyin.

He fell to the ground, passed out and unconscious.

Chi Yiyin walked into the box quickly, bent down to hug Jingcha, but when she stretched out her hand, she saw her hand full of blood, and fell silent for a while.

A palm with well-defined knuckles landed on Chi Yiyin's shoulder, and there was a steady stream of warmth.

That is enough power to support the soul.

"Let me do it."

Li Sijun involuntarily asked Chi Yiyin to stand aside, and it was rare for him to reach out to people other than Chi Yiyin and contact other human beings.

But even so, he still lowered his head and looked at Jingcha coldly, quite dissatisfied with the fact that his existence destroyed the world between himself and Yinyin, he frowned, a little disgusted.

But Chi Yiyin was watching from the sidelines, if Li Sijun didn't do it, Chi Yiyin would have to use those injured hands to hug Jingcha...

Li Sijun thought about the scene, even though he was reluctant, he still stretched out his hand, grabbed Jingcha's clothes by the back of his neck, and dragged him on the ground to the outside of the box.

Chi Yiyin was stunned, and then couldn't laugh or cry: "Are you trying to kill him? Or is he a cement bag?"

He stepped forward helplessly, and stretched out his hand to signal Li Sijun to bring Jingcha over, and he would do it himself.

Chi Yiyin did not mention Li Sijun's attitude towards Jingcha, and did not force him to have the same kindness towards his companions.

In this regard, he understood Li Sijun's feelings very well.

After all, he is so similar to Li Sijun, Li Sijun's dislike of the world is also his dislike.

He respected Li Sijun as much as he respected himself.

Especially now that he has regarded Li Sijun as a companion...even a higher existence than a companion.

Li Sijun looked down at Chi Yiyin's outstretched palm.

The wound cut by the footless bird brooch lay across Chi Yiyin's palm, staining the beautiful palm that was originally smooth and clean like jade red, and the palm lines were broken.

Just looking at it was enough to make Li Sijun feel distressed, and he even vented his anger on the world consciousness because of it. He attributed Chi Yiyin's wound to the world consciousness's greed for the world, and listed it as one of the sins that the world should destroy.

Even though he couldn't hide his pity in his heart, Li Sijun didn't show it on his face. He knew very well that what Chi Yiyin needs is understanding and respect, a companion who walks side by side and the help of ideal success.

Instead of locking up Chi Yiyin as a canary for viewing.

Compassion for Chi Yiyin is the biggest misunderstanding and disrespect for him.

Li Sijun's arms were too high, and relying on his height of 1.93 meters, he easily carried the young Beijing tea in the air.

Jingcha hung her head, unconscious, and didn't know that she was being pulled up by her ears like a rabbit.

But fortunately, this posture does not have to make Jingcha dragged on the ground like a cement bag.

Chi Yiyin didn't know whether to laugh or cry, but he didn't insist.

He put down his hand and signaled Li Sijun to take Jingcha back to their box first, so as not to hurt Jingcha who was already in a slump.

But before leaving the box, Chi Yiyin stood still, turned around and looked at the box he entered for the first time.

Although the decoration styles of the boxes on the Sea of ​​Clouds Train are all the same exquisite and luxurious enough to match the reputation of the luxury travel train, the styles of each box are still very different.

For example, Chu Yueli's private room is like a university library.

There are bookshelves everywhere, books everywhere, and even the air is filled with the scent of books after the precipitation of old paper.

The ceiling-mounted bookcases are painted with exquisite patterns, and the tallness always makes people feel small. When looking up, it is like looking at the distant starry sky.

Those are all the bright stars of wisdom in the long history of mankind.

But among the huge number of books, Chi Yiyin saw the one among them at a glance...

Book that shouldn't be here.

It was a book he had published in real life, and it was one of the works he was most proud of when he still considered his career as a novelist.

Chi Yiyin couldn't help being attracted.

Curious and emotional, he walked forward slowly, stood in front of the bookshelf, tiptoed out the book, and flipped it lightly.

The owner of the book seems to read this book often, but cherishes it very much.

Even though the pages have been turned to the rough edges, the book is not even damaged or stained. From the outside, it looks as clean as a new book.

Chi Yiyin looked at the familiar and unfamiliar words on that page, and once again, recalled the memories that belonged to reality that had gradually faded away.

It seems like only yesterday when I was a best-selling novelist.

But if you think about it carefully, it is already too far away, even separated by life and death, it is blurred.

Chi Yiyin used to observe this society with cold eyes, analyzing every person who passed in front of her, trying to figure out their psychology, and learning their emotions.

He is like a monster standing alone in the middle of human beings. In order to integrate into the human group, he can only continue to learn their civilization and emotions, imitate their appearance, and put on a gentle mask on his face, as if it is harmless gentleman.

That had been his best protective mask.

But now, he took the initiative to take off his mask to let his real self see the light of day again, and he was no longer satisfied with just watching from the sidelines.

He took the initiative to walk into the crowd, and also went to the depths of the soul, trying to reach out, hold the core of their souls, and understand their life before and after death.

Chi Yiyin once thought that she had written the best story.

But now, after entering the game field, he has gained a wider world, knowing that the last book he will write is the world itself.

Create, write, change.

It should be the power of the gods.

Chi Yiyin laughed and shook his head. He casually glanced at the empty box, then turned and left the box holding the book that had been read countless times.

The sound of footsteps gradually faded away in the corridor.

The door of the box was slowly closed and locked with a creaking sound.

It was as if an invisible hand pulled the door shut and locked it.

Then a translucent figure slowly appeared under the bookshelf.

The figure of the young man gradually solidified. He put his hands in his pockets, half leaned on the back of the sofa to support his broken leg, and looked sideways at the direction of the door.

"That is my god, my leader and banner."

"Because he is here, I will never lose my way... No matter how far I go, I still know which direction to go home. Only by his side is my safe destination."

He whispered softly, with a smile in his eyes.