Momo knelt on the cold snow, digging his fingers into the floor painfully like crazy, and there was blood between his fingers.

The girl who was protected beneath him remained motionless and no longer smiled.

Maybe Momo had just come back, and the car beside him represented which town he might have just rushed back from, so he slipped through the net. But it doesn't matter. Judging from his unprotected attitude towards the wind and snow, it probably didn't matter.

He won't live long.

Su Mingan looked at it for a while, then turned and left.

Logically speaking, Qingqing is dead and the failure of the side mission will not affect the progress of perfect clearance. This mission seems to be insignificant. Since it is no longer safe here, there is no need for him to stay here for a long time.

Today was already the ninth night, and it was almost night time. The tenth day was very critical. He had to find a safe place.

But at the moment he turned around, he heard loud footsteps coming from behind, which was the sound of friction on the snow. Then, he heard a man's hoarse roar:

"——It's all you, all because of you!"

Without turning around, he stretched out his hand and easily held the wooden stick that Mo Mo knocked over.

"——If it weren't for you, our town wouldn't be——"

Su Ming'an turned his head, and with a little force, he grabbed his wooden stick and threw it on the ground.

...Momo was right, Xu Anna did come here to find him, and if he wasn't here, nothing would happen to this town.

"Yes, it's because of me, but..." Su Mingan wanted to say something, but stopped mid-sentence.

He didn't want to communicate with a worthless NPC anymore, and Momo was not his target.

"Sure enough, sure enough -"

Mo Mo stared at him with red eyes, his facial features distorted by grief, tears streaked across the man's weather-beaten face, and the snow on his face was mixed into a ball.

It was as if endless grief was raging in his body. Facing Su Ming'an's extremely plain eyes, he choked for a moment, and a mournful cry escaped from his lips.

"...As expected, you nobles are all the same. You don't understand anything at all... Life is just like a feather in your eyes. You don't understand the price we pay to live -" he said

, the mood became more and more agitated, and the anger suddenly burst out.

He suddenly moved and howled like a beast. He suddenly rushed forward in an extremely crazy manner, stretching out his hands as if he wanted to grab Su Ming'an's throat.

"Qingqing, Qingqing is dead -" His roar was heartbreaking, as if fire was erupting from his chest: "Qingqing is dead! Do you still remember her? She was obviously such a good child -

"

Su Mingan looked at the hand he stretched out, with blood between the fingers, and raised the sword slightly.

"Bang——!"

He closed his eyes, and the outer layer of his eyelids was suddenly splashed with a little warmth. The smell of blood burst out instantly, and he felt that his entire face was sprinkled with a layer of blood.

He opened his eyes.

The crazy man in front of him has lost his true form. There is a slightly thick layer of blood mud on the snow, and the splashed blood blooms like fireworks and sprinkles on his body.

The sword in his hand has not been raised yet. He has not yet made a move.

... Then someone took action first and killed Momo in such a simple and cruel way.

He seemed to have a premonition of something. He took out a cloth and wiped his bloodstained face clean. He turned around and looked towards the back where the energy wave had just been transmitted.

Amidst the wind and snow, a white shadow stood quietly on the snow blanket, seeming to blend in with its surroundings.

Those bright silver eyes looked here quietly, with a heavyness that seemed to be locked in time.

"Is the prophet dead?" Sheng Qi asked, his voice calm.

"Dead."

"Did you kill him?"

"Um."

Su Mingan dropped the blood-stained cloth on the ground, and then raised the sword again.

"Are you still unwilling to go back?" Sheng Qi asked.

The death of Xu Anna seemed inconsequential in his eyes, so he skipped the topic and still asked the repeated question.

"Who would be willing to go back and die." Su Mingan's tone was reasonable: "As you can see, the experiment is progressing very quickly, and I can now guarantee its success. It is far better to let me live than to die.

"

... He rarely thinks about future actions based on the absolute direction of the plot.

Being accustomed to game strategies, he is good at considering the process of the game itself and thinking about it from the perspective of a designer.

For example, he took this perfect clearance route away from the main square, and there is no failure prompt yet, which means that he still has other ways to go. If he is not killed by Xu Anna, it is a key point in the game.

If the point is passed, then considering Sheng Qi, there should be a way to survive.

If we can convince the other party, perhaps this route will be considered a success.

...In the end, there must be a glimmer of hope in front of him. It is impossible for him to face the ceiling of combat power. It depends on whether he can grasp it.

Then, he saw the mainland ruler in front of him who had never changed his expression, closed his eyes, and his tone became softer:

"If possible." Sheng Qi said softly, his voice almost whispering: "...I also hope you can live."

"Then let me go." Su Mingan said: "My magic circle can be completed within tomorrow. Although it is only the first version, it can already subtly change the talents of many people. If we continue to study... change those who are contaminated

Warcraft, it will be very simple to purify the malice in their bloodline - you just need to give me time, and I will change the entire continent."

"Shengqi." He read the other party's name with an extremely sincere tone: "...Believe me. I have no idea or threat to your continent. You just need to give me a laboratory and let me live... I can

Bringing you everything.”

He knew that the other party was a mainland careerist and a theocratic ruler. As early as the first meeting in the main hall, Shengqi told him that he would build a country where humans are gods and that theocracy would rule the ignorant people.

The personal statement that Qin Wang left behind also told him that the other party was a guy who wanted to snatch the results of the experiment to maintain rule of the system, so that when the experiment was just about to be completed, the other party was eager to seize him, a continent with a high reputation.

The Holy Master delivered it to the altar.

He gradually figured out the other person's thoughts, and his behavior all along was that of a scholar obsessed with research.

He did not show his full strength or his desire for power. He even dismissed Xu Anna who threw herself into his arms. After leaving the revolutionary army, he had no intention of returning. Instead, he spent the entire afternoon

Studying his own magic circle without sleep or food is completely consistent with the image of a scholar who has no ambition and just wants to live.

Except for the challenge he once raised to the Holy Spirit... everything should be in line with the other party's wishes.

He looked at the other person with his eyes still closed, as if he didn't hear what he said.

The wind and snow were heavy, gradually blurring his vision.

He exhaled a breath, almost no longer feeling the coldness of the wind and snow.

...Because the temperature of his body is almost the same as that of the outside world. It is even colder than the wind and snow.

The white spots in his eyes were raging in front of him, and he saw Sheng Qi slowly opening his eyes, his eyes as sharp and determined as a blade.

"But the prophet is dead." Shengqi said.

The meaning is unclear.

Su Mingan didn't understand.

"Is Anna Xu important?" he asked.

He got no response.

The wind and snow were mixed in front of his eyes, like travelers looking at each other across the bank. He watched the white shadow dissipate bit by bit into the snow.

"Xu Anna is a bargaining chip, one end of the scale. If her weight disappears, then a piece is missing." Sheng Qi's voice floated not far away: "Qin Wang, do you understand what I mean?"

"I am the heaviest chip on the scale."

Su Mingan talks to his Riddler.

"Yes." Sheng Qi responded.

Su Mingan laughed - he seemed to understand the meaning of what Sheng Qi just said.

It was like a thunderbolt that suddenly woke him up. If the fog was cleared away, all the answers would be clearly visible.

The wind and snow rolled in the darkness, and the sharp wind roared by.

Su Mingan looked at the dim skylight in the distance, and cold snow spots fell on his eyelashes. He blinked, and in front of his eyes was a glimmer of melted snow.

"You understand now. Then let me ask you one last time."

Sheng Qi's voice suddenly sounded next to him, softer than ever before, and every word contained a confusing meaning: "... If we say that everything is destined to be irreversible, are you still willing to go back now?"

"roll."

Su Mingan replied simply.

…

Su Mingan closed his eyes, and then opened them again.

The scary-looking medicinal paste in front of her exuded a strange smell. The little girl stretched out her hands and smiled.

Outside the window, smoke drifted from the kitchen, and there were sounds of children playing, carts pushing snow, and firewood shaking.
To be continued...