Global Collapse

Chapter 278 Sudden Death
Gu Mian never imagined that she would receive the treatment of a protagonist in a web novel.

But the current situation is truly bizarre.

It's highly unlikely that an Earth dedicated to murdering itself would undergo a sex change.

Just then, another gust of wind blew in, and Chu Changge turned his head to look at the direction from which the wind was blowing.

The wind seems particularly mischievous tonight.

The wind rustled the strips of cloth on his wrist, and even his clothes caught the wind, blowing them into a slightly bulging ball before whistling away through the gaps.

The moon still hung high in the night sky, as if the moon in a fairy tale should be so huge and bright.

The craters on the moon's surface cluster together, forming small patches of shadow, like an ink painting imprinted on the bright moon. The interlacing shadows create an unusual beauty.

Then Chu Changge slowly spoke: "There is at least one original NPC in this instance, and it is the culprit that caused the players in the instance to be assimilated."

Perhaps it's inappropriate to describe them as the culprit.

After all, that was just a quest from an NPC.

"Are you going to stay here?" Chu Changge suddenly asked, seemingly out of the blue.

The fat man looked at him strangely: "Whether we stay in this instance or not is not something we can decide, is it?"

The fat man only glanced at Chu Changge before being drawn to the huge, bright moon behind him. During the first half of the night, the moon was obscured by thick, dark clouds, and not a single ray of light reached him.

But in the latter half of the night, the enormous, dreamlike moon emerged completely from the dark clouds, bursting forth with intense light. Even the once dense forest was illuminated, appearing as dreamlike as a fairy tale.

No, this was originally a fairy tale world... just not quite the fairy tale world they knew. This is a strange fairy tale world...

Gu Mian looked up at the moon.

He still had the little girl's lighter basket on his back, but because the journey was too bumpy while carrying 007, three of the lighters had long since fallen off and were worth a lot of money if they had been sold.

The little girl's clothes that Gu Mian had snatched were still there, but now they had been crumpled into a tattered ball and stuffed into the basket that originally contained the lighter, looking utterly pathetic.

Thanks to this broken basket, Gu Mian still had some connection to this instance, so she wasn't directly ejected with a "biu" sound.

He just had a feeling that something was coming.

That thing wasn't the cold wind that visited from time to time, but something more closely and perfectly suited to this instance.

Very strange feeling.

Having been targeted by life for many years, Gu Mian had long since developed an extraordinary sixth sense. His ability to perceive danger was exceptionally strong, so Gu Mian knew that what was approaching them now was not "danger," but something else strange.

This was a feeling Gu Mian had never experienced before, yet it seemed somewhat familiar.

At this point, the others seemed to realize something as well.

Because the howling wind had suddenly stopped, the swaying branches and leaves had also come to a standstill, and it seemed as if nothing was moving under the pitch-black night.

At first glance, it was an absolutely beautiful scene: a full moon, silver frost, and a forest, but everything looked strangely eerie.

Soon, the people present heard an unusual noise.

Chu Changge frowned, staring in the direction the voice came from: "They're here."

Footsteps could be heard coming from the dense forest in the distance.

The sound was neither fast nor slow, and the sound of dry branches being crushed underfoot continued. The fat man turned his head sharply to look into the forest from which the sound came, but he could not see anything.

It didn't take long.

The footsteps coming from afar grew closer and closer, until they were almost right in front of us.

At this moment, Gu Mian finally saw who it was.

Perhaps it wasn't a person.

There was no life, no movement... and no face.

Only the pen he gripped tightly in his right hand made him appear somewhat human.

The huge, bright moon behind him complemented his featureless face perfectly.

The fat man spoke up quietly: "This is the... the first NPC that Brother Chu was talking about?"

Why did he suddenly appear?
At that moment, Xiao Qiao's voice reached his ears, a very confident tone—"Yes."

The fat man glanced at her subconsciously.

This actress, who usually doesn't care much about her acting skills, has completely given up on controlling her facial expressions. At this moment, her face looks like it might fall off her skull at any moment and slap the ground with a "thud".

The visitor finally spoke.

"I am An Tusheng, the 'Tu' in 'butcher'."

He has no mouth, but he can still make sounds.

The voice came from all directions, as if all the trees in the forest had come to life and were vying to speak for him. The ethereal voice from all directions gave 007, who was sitting by the tree, a headache.

She frowned and looked up, only to see that the moon in the sky seemed to have grown a mouth, saying, "I am Antusheng."

No one spoke, so An Tusheng continued.

Of course, the idea of ​​her speaking was just Gu Mian's imagination. Her round face, flat as a pancake, had no facial features and no mouth that could open.

"I am not the fairy tale writer Hans Christian Andersen that you all know. I am different from him, but I was forced to develop into this kind of being."

As he said this, the fat man suddenly shivered violently for no apparent reason.

Gu Mian looked at the face in front of her that wasn't very three-dimensional.

Now, all he has to do is rush up and saw at the "Butcher's Butcher" character, and the others present can immediately leave the instance.

But a strange feeling rising in his heart prevented him from doing so.

It has to be said that this Origin NPC is really full of nonsense. The few people here listened to him inexplicably telling a story—let's just call it a story for now.

I was born in fear, joy, and regret.

"When I was born, I was surrounded by darkness, yet I was enveloped by countless emotions, and I began to slowly grope my way through them."

"Gradually, I gained a lot from these emotions, including happiness, anger, regret, sadness, and many others, but I could never quite learn how to express them until later, when I discovered something much richer and more colorful."

That's everyone's story.

As An Tusheng spoke, the fat man felt an even greater chill.

The wind had clearly stopped, but he felt an even more terrifying, chilling cold.

Not far away, 007 seemed to have realized something as well, his face turning pale. "Everyone is a strange and wonderful world, and I explore their stories, constantly yearning for fresher and different experiences."

"But it's not enough, far from enough..."

"Perhaps because my desire was too intense, God bestowed upon me a pen, and I began to write my own story."

Chu Changge listened silently.

The moonlight shone on his glasses, flashing with a sharp, cold light.

This instance wasn't like this before; it had actually mutated long ago.

"I keep bringing together those colorful people, making them part of the story. My story keeps expanding, and as you can see, it has become so prosperous..."

Gu Mian also understood something: "This instance is probably..."

Spirit was born.

soul.

Although it is incredible, the facts are undeniable.

It may have been a world overrun by zombies or a hospital teeming with vengeful spirits before, but none of that matters anymore.

This instance generated a "spirit".

An Tusheng is the soul of this instance.

He forcibly erased everything that had existed before, and then stubbornly began to write his own story.

He forcibly severed control of the game, attempting to keep all the players by his side.

This is truly something I've never heard of or seen before.

If it weren't for the pain in his back, the fat man would have almost thought he was dreaming.

Knowing that death might actually occur in future instances was already shocking enough, but now there's even more shocking news.

Dungeons can actually generate souls? That's truly laughable.

This should just be a set of data, a pitiful set of data that could be erased at any time.

An Tusheng seemed to understand what the fat man was thinking.

He smiled.

A smile without facial features feels very strange, as if one's own mind has suddenly started laughing for no reason.

"Everything can have life, even a set of data, a number."

The meaning of life is, in essence, to bear the feelings of others.

"As long as someone gives genuine feelings, whether it's resentment or expectation, sadness or joy, as long as someone remembers it in their heart, as long as someone cherishes it, it exists, it lives."

"That's why I have life."

"I am here today on someone's behalf to tell you something..."

At this point, An Tusheng suddenly paused, and the fat man felt a jolt, as if he was about to say something unpleasant.

really.

“You understand, some things are different from me. They can only hold one emotion. If that emotion is forgotten, then it will forever sink into darkness, until…”

"An Tusheng!"

Before he could finish speaking, he was interrupted by an extremely loud voice, which seemed to have changed its tone because it was in such a hurry to stop him.

The sound came from the forest, and no one could see who made it.

007's forehead throbbed.

She was a little confused about the situation. Who was the person who spoke in the forest? And what exactly did An Tusheng mean?
Just as the distorted words "An Tusheng" reached their ears, the scene before them suddenly twisted.

Gu Mian had seen this situation many times; it was a sign that she was about to leave the instance.

This time it was very strange. They didn't do anything to the instance, nor did they do anything to the instance, yet it automatically kicked the players out.
Moreover, not even the dungeon reviewers have appeared.

Gu Mian didn't quite understand An Tusheng's last words.

The first few sentences are quite easy to understand, but the last sentence that was interrupted...

As he pondered this, he looked up again, peering through the distorted space at the faceless being still standing before him.

In that instant, he seemed to hear An Tusheng's voice emanating from his very heart.

"There's no time."

What followed was an extreme distortion of space.

It was as if everything had been twisted into a pretzel and then smashed into pieces.

Gu Mian suddenly felt a tingling sensation in his head. When he came to his senses, he was already inside the ticket booth.

Beside him were Chu Changge and Fatty, who had come out together.

This departure from the instance was somewhat sudden.

For some reason, the dungeon reviewers never appeared, not even after they left the dungeon.

It was as if the reviewers had no idea they had ever been to the Fairy Tale City instance.

At this moment, Chu Changge, who was standing next to him, was still frowning.

He also noticed the unusual nature of the previous copy.

"Is the absence of reviewers because our copy data was erased?" He looked towards the entrance of the ticket booth.

The blizzard continued outside, and the snow had accumulated to a terrifying thickness. Gu Mian estimated that the snow was already up to her knees.

Now is certainly not the time to observe the thickness of the snow.

He came to his senses and realized that the data had been erased, which meant there would be no reward.

But that's not what Gu Mian cares about.

A "spirit" appeared in the instance, and this "spirit" said some unbelievable things to them in the instance, and then secretly erased their data about entering that instance.

It just doesn't look right.

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