Chapter 271: Reality

The colorful rectangular parachute swings up and down in the back and forth wind, and Bai Liu, who is hanging by the parachute rope underneath, is thrown from side to side.

The land finally came closer, and below it was a base with vaguely flickering lights - the same base from which the corpse was stolen in the game.

Bai Liu had already avoided landing at this base, but the sudden gust of wind had unreasonably pulled him here.

-- like a destiny in the underworld.

Bai Liu looked around the base through his goggles and locked on to an out-of-the-way warehouse, then reached for the parachute rope, leaned back, and adjusted his landing spot.

He calmly adjusted his descent, having already thought of a strategy to deal with the situation once he landed - there was a knife in the package, designed to cut accidentally tangled parachute lines.

Not long, new, but sharp.

But now, if, as set up in the game, these body parts are found by the Edmund Observatory to be forcibly taken away, then Bai Liu feels that the knife should be of little use beyond spacing out parachute cords.

Against the game, Bai Liu remembers that the first people who found the body parts and surrendered them to the Edmund Observatory were supposed to be a group of unarmed and unarmed, ordinary Observatory researchers.

Bai Liu thought without a ripple in his mind - I should be able to kill them all and destroy the bodies.

Though this undermines the Torah line that Lu Yizhan has always set for him.

But he can indeed.

The huge base was immersed in the hazy would-be light of night.

Antarctic nights have always been long and cold, and few residents have ever braced themselves for the night, except for those videographers who like to enjoy the aurora borealis.

But for the Antarctic natives, who have had a lonely winter, they are clearly tired of seeing the aurora borealis and are now lying quietly under the warm covers of their homes, not noticing the colorful parachutes falling from the sky.

There were exceptions, however, and the sheriff on routine patrol, with his lookout light on, saw this parachute landing next to the warehouse in a half-asleep state, and he instantly came to his senses, scrambling to inform his superiors on the base, the administrators of the Observatory.

The ground, fresh from a heavy layer of snow, was drowsy and white, and Bai Liu's foot was a heavy footprint as he landed in the spacious, open snowy field next to the warehouse, rolling several times before he could stop the impact of the landing and the wind.

Bai Liu choked out the crushed snow he'd sucked down his throat and squinted at the dim lights of the base in the distance as the wind howled.

It was the only thing he could see about the base.

The storm hadn't stopped yet, and visibility was so low that you could only vaguely glimpse the snow piled up in front of the warehouse door not far away, and a large barrel full of fuel oil at the back door blown to the ground with a skull and crossbones sign carried next to it - a sign for hazardous chemical products.

This warehouse will most likely have strong acids and fuel oil stored inside.

It can't stay here. These two things can destroy the corpse.

It seems that the person behind the scenes is really deliberate enough to find ways to put options in front of Bai Liu, constantly urging him to destroy his weaknesses.

--If you don't destroy the weakness, you'll be in control, and if you don't want to be in control, you'll just have to kill the people who want to control you.

Bai Liu, what would you choose?

God smiled and said, Bai Liu, and whichever path you choose, you will become Bai Liu.

In the knee-deep snow, Bai Liu had little ability to move with the body and a large pile of stuff, and if Bai Liu wasn't wrong, the questioning researchers would be coming soon.

So Bai Liu pondered for only a moment, and without hesitation took off his packages in place and carried the cold corpse on his back in a direction away from the base.

Bai Liu found a snow pit and buried the body in it.

The snow buried Bai Liu's footprints by the snow pit in no time.

After hiding the body parts, Bai Liu breathes heavily, and he pauses, frowning over his heart-which has been aching ever since he quit Ice Age.

Now this pain is getting more and more intense.

But this pain was soon held down by Bai Liu, who recovered his calm demeanor, and walked deeper and deeper back to the place where he had previously taken off his packages, and rummaged through them to retrieve the knife that had been used to cut off the umbrella cord.

Bai Liu gripped the hilt of his knife without a trace of emotion on his face, that locking clasp on his wrist bone sliding convexly with the movement, his breath bringing out a very shallow heat.

Then he stood up, took the knife and walked towards the warehouse, and quietly posted himself behind the door, waiting for the person searching for the right person to come.

Bai Liu chose the second path.

He decides that he's going to kill these ordinary people who don't know anything with his own hands and stop everything from happening.

The prophet above the temple closed his eyes unforgivingly.

"He could have killed them without ......" The prophet's voice was muffled beyond words.

The man hidden under the hood smiled as if he had known this would happen.

He retorted softly, "No, as long as Bai Liu doesn't kill them, and as long as one of them survives to go back and inform them of all this, the body parts will be taken."

"Even though the group didn't know what was going on or what this body mass was for, they just did what they had to do to inform on this unidentified body."

The man under the hood smiled as if in pity as he leaned forward to get closer to see the prophet's expression:

"But tragedies still happen, because man's desires, there is no limit to them."

"As long as it is known that such a thing exists, there will be people who will be desperate, who will give everything to get the body parts to fulfill their desires and wishes, who will abuse others to satisfy themselves - people live on social superiority."

"That's why Bai Liu killed them so cleanly." He applauded Bai Liu's approach, "-only by killing the first person to discover the gold mine would everyone think it didn't exist."

"Only Bai Liu can monopolize his gold mine."

The man rapped, "Bai Liu is really smart, he's already guessed my existence, and while it's true that there are still many intermediate paths that can be taken without killing someone, these paths are high in latent risk, and there's also the presence of a me who interferes with his plans at will, so in the end- "

"-- Bai Liu understood that I wanted to see what he had become, and he changed to show me."

The werewolf card on the tabletop has a sinister red glow in its eyes as it lurks and moves against the card representing the civilians on the tabletop, quietly baring its long fangs - an omen of the werewolf's murderous intent.

"This is the first time this werewolf card has killed a civilian in this world line."

The prophet returned nonchalantly, "Isn't that what you want to see?"

The man looked up at the seer with a pleasant expression, "Bai Liu gave me what I wanted and by doing so stopped my manipulation of fate."

He lowered his hand from the tabletop, and with a courteous flick of his hand to the tabletop, he spoke with a smile, "--If Bai Liu is willing to manipulate the world in the way that Bai Liu is willing to manipulate the world, then I am indeed more than willing to relinquish the manipulation of the world to him."

The man under the hood gracefully retreated from the tabletop and stood to watch the assorted character cards that moved themselves around the table:

"He is my chosen heir to the Evil God, and this is what he deserves."

The man lifted his head and smiled at the petrified prophet who had progressed to his heart, bending slightly with a regretful sigh:

"You lose again, prophet."

The moment the petrification progressed to the prophet's neck and then bizarrely abated downward, the man raised the end of his eyebrows in slight surprise and looked down at the tabletop.

The moment the character card representing the werewolf showed its fangs, instead of the fangs biting at the civilians, the fangs turned its head and bit hard at the [Idiot card]!

"Lucky full idiot brand of werewolf can't take it with him." The man sat back down, all expression on his face quickly disappearing, "Bai Liu what's going on?"

Outside the windy, snowy warehouse.

Du Sanying's perfect score of luck worked again, and he landed precisely on a spot not far from Bai Liu.

But the visibility in the snow and wind is too low, he was confused and searched for a long time, but did not find Bai Liu, only found Bai Liu's parachute, and finally Du Sanying can only helplessly shrink in the warehouse outside shivering.

What Du Sanying didn't know was that Bai Liu was already hiding on the other side of the warehouse, waiting for the observers to come.

Du Sanying's luck came into play when a bunch of people approached the warehouse with flashlights, and they first spotted the half-frozen Du Sanying.

At the moment when the group tried to rescue Du Sanying, Bai Liu suddenly came out from behind Du Sanying, stuck his throat with a short knife, and said in a cold voice: "Don't come over! I'll kill whoever comes over!"

Du Sanying almost went into cardiac arrest at Bai Liu's performance of the living, breathing outlaw.

So his real expression of horror instantly struck the scientific team members who had come to the table, and they gave a nervous dissuasive speech in English in seven different languages.

In the end, I don't know who prompted these two people to look like Asians, and tried again in clumsy Korean, Japanese, and Chinese, and then launched a research team member of Asian descent, stumbling to communicate with Bai Liu.

"You, consume." The team member looked warily at the knife around Du Sanying's neck and pressed down with both hands, "First put the knife, put it down can you, you want to fuck Sammo?"

Bai Liu replied in English, "I've been laid off and I want to take revenge on society, so I'm going to blow up the entire South Pole, and I'm going to make all of you high end talents die with me!"

After saying that, he also kicked the fuel tank next to him maniacally, with a very hostile expression.

Du Sanying was completely puzzled, and he asked in a small voice, "...... Bai Liu, what are you doing?"

"Divert the attention of this group of people." Bai Liu acted as if he had a brain disorder, but his voice was very calm, "--The one behind the curtain has limited influence over the [real world], he has no way to randomly inflict events like in the game, he can only control this world that hasn't been completely polluted world."

"And all of these factors play a limited role in Antarctica, where the weather is inherently extreme, there is no heresy, and there are very few people."

"In other words, it's a bad map for him here in Antarctica, and it's really good for storing body parts - I'm sure the guy behind the curtain understands that, or he wouldn't have done it during the transportation of the body parts."

Bai Liu whispers in Du Sanying's ear:

"You're lucky one hundred percent, and now that I'm holding you hostage, in order for you to be rescued, it's either the other five escorts will land here, or it'll be a farce for the domestic observatory to come over and take you over."

"...... As soon as someone comes over and moves the corpse to the regulatory range near Ice Dome A, things are under control." Bai Liu's breath hitches twice from the stabbing pain in his heart, but it's quickly suppressed again.

Du Sanying was a bit confused, but vaguely understood what Bai Liu was talking about, and played the role of an arrested innocent.

The isolated group of researchers, after seeing two Asians killing each other and an Asian trying to blow up the base, and after determining the nationality of the two Asians, quickly contacted the Observatory in the country and requested that someone be sent over to deal with the problem.

--Otherwise, not many people here know Chinese, and even communication is a problem.

More urgent than finding out why two people of unknown origin had landed here was obviously the situation at hand.

Du Sanying had just breathed a sigh of relief as the Observatory personnel in the country were rushing over, when he saw a sudden gust of demonic wind blowing over the ground where the wind had already been gusting.

The wind whirled almost digging into the ground and blew several pale body parts from a distance, spreading them out in front of the men as if on display.

The body parts are covered only by a thin winter jacket - Du Sanying recognizes it as Bai Liu's winter jacket.

Everyone's breath stopped as the men looked at the body parts without rolling their eyes, wearing expressions like they were under compulsion to try to go up and pick them up.

Bai Liu put the knife on Du Sanying's neck and took a few steps forward, forcing the men back, his voice so cold that it almost curdled, "Get lost."

Barely regaining a shred of consciousness after moving away from the body parts, the men stepped back in awe and inquired in whispers, "What is this? Whose are these body parts? Have you killed someone already?"

Bai Liu's eyes showed no emotion, "Yes, I killed him."

"I split him up and hid him in the snow, if you don't want to die, get out of here, I'm going to blow up the base."

A group of people were eventually scared off by the threatening feeling of death, Bai Liu shook and stood unsteadily, sliding down against Du Sanying's back.

Du Sanying rushed to stabilize him, and dizzying visions began to appear before his eyes - he was too close to the bodies.

"...... Go open the warehouse door, you can open it." Bai Liu somewhat hoarsely pushed Du Sanying, "Let's go in, there is a lot of fuel inside, it is an explosion hazard, they dare not come in easily."

Du Sanying staggered over to the warehouse door and actually found a key on it that hadn't been pulled off yet, it was just iced up and took a while to cover before he could turn it.

When he opened the warehouse, he turned his head to yell at Bai Liu to come here, and his voice suddenly hit a snarl in his throat and trailed off.

Du Sanying saw Bai Liu kneeling on the ground, picking up the pieces of the body carefully with the winter jacket, patting away the broken snow on it, and covering them precious in his own winter jacket.

Bai Liu wrapped up all the body parts, cradled them in his warmest abdomen, and staggered to his feet to head for the warehouse.

The scene looked familiar, and Du Sanying felt as if he had knelt on the ground like this a long time ago, picking up the pieces of his own family and wrapping them in his arms, pretending that they were still there as if they were still helplessly weeping.

After entering the warehouse, Du Sanying immediately unlocked the door, and Bai Liu sat in the corner with his head hanging down, his face so cold that it was blue and white, his lips black, and there was no blood at all.

Du Sanying was anxious, but didn't dare to go over - the pile of body parts in Bai Liu's arms had too heavy an influence on him.

He was in a hurry to get around the house, and was lucky enough to find the hot air-conditioning switch that hadn't been discarded, and when he turned it on Du Sanying breathed a sigh of relief, and sat down on the wall with his arms hanging off the two big red painted cans of chemicals.

Look at the markings on it, there's fuel, some kind of hazardous substance, and some corrosive type of liquid, like a strong acid or something like that.

Bai Liu sits in a corner away from the jars, the bruises on his face slowly fading.

Everything seems to be getting better.

But ten minutes later, there was the sound of a key turning in the door of the warehouse - the group was coming again.

The group, who had only seen the corpse for a moment, became out of sorts, and they murmured rapidly as they turned the key outside the door, "--Corpse, Corpse--"

Du Sanying was so eager that he jumped up against the warehouse door, only to hear a click as the key to the door broke halfway down the keyhole.

The warehouse door was completely locked.

But before Du Sanying could breathe a sigh of relief, the men on the outside didn't give up, they shifted positions.

The small, tall windows at the back of the warehouse were wiped clean, and there was a constant stream of people lying on their backs looking in with wide, lifeless eyes, eyes slanted to one side staring deathly at the body parts in Bai Liu's arms in the corner.

They started smashing up the window with hammers, trying to climb in through the window, which was less than the size of a cake box.

Du Sanying panted as he climbed up to the small window and sat down with his back to block it.

Once again, his luck was working, and the people outside began to fall over and over in the middle of trying to climb up and push him out of the way.

Du Sanying grits his teeth and clenches his teeth as he listens to the sound of the man outside falling into the snow, while praying and apologizing with his hands folded, "I'm sorry, I'm sorry-"

After the window-climbing activity, there was a slight lull outside for a short while, and then the sound of louder snowmobiles pushing snow came.

Du Sanying hurriedly looked out the small window.

Not far from the warehouse, a row of neatly arranged snowmobiles shined with headlights on, the front digging sled pushed out, tires plowing and splashing in the snow, like a pack of wild dogs poised for action with fluorescent green eyes, salivating and ready to come at the throat of their prey.

--These psychopaths actually tried to push the warehouse directly with a snowmobile!

Are they crazy! The whole warehouse will explode!

Du Sanying was so shocked that he rolled and crawled down from the small window, and he knelt far in front of Bai Liu, hissing and calling out to him, "Bai Liu, Bai Liu, wake up!"

"The warehouse is going to explode!!!"

Bai Liu slightly closed his eyes, as if he was extremely tired and fell into a deep sleep, unwilling to wake up.

Du Sanying was so anxious that he wanted to shake Bai Liu awake, but he couldn't get through as Bai Liu was holding the body parts.

"Bai Liu, wake up!!!" Du Sanying shouted until his voice was astringent, "I won't die if the warehouse explodes, but you will! You get up and run!!!"

Du Sanying was so desperate that he hit Bai Liu with something in the warehouse to try to wake him up.

But Bai Liu was unresponsive, only tilting his head, blood slowly seeping from the corner of his mouth, his breathing fading.

Du Sanying was dumbfounded and could not care less to rush over and throw away the body parts, dizzily kneeling down and slapping Bai Liu's face, crying out in fear:

"Hey! Oi! Don't you die!!!"

"Didn't you say you wouldn't die or be affected by me any way you came near me?!"

"Live!!!"

The headlights outside the window flashed by, so bright you wanted to cry, and the snowmobile roared through the wintry night.

Du Sanying bawled as he clutched Bai Liu's collapsed head, "Help! Someone help him!"

The body parts that were thrown aside by Du Sanying's hands and feet seemed to combine as if they had self-awareness, and turned into a perfect statue covered with cracks on the ground, and then the blood flowed in the statue's veins as they were connected to each other.

Finally, at last, the statue stood up, resembling a real human being, except for its closed eyes and cracked body.

Du Sanying stopped crying.

The statue stepped forward and took Bai Liu from Du Sanying's arms, bowing its head with closed eyes to thank him, "Thank you for taking care of Bai Liu."

The voice was somewhat broken, just like the statue's appearance at the moment, but one could still hear the sincerity in it.

Du Sanying couldn't help but take several steps back in alarm, shaking his head, before carefully returning, "No, you're welcome."

After a while, Du Sanying couldn't hold back and asked in a low voice, "Are you, like, alive?"

The statue shook its head, "I'm a monster."

Du Sanying stole a glance at Bai Liu who fell on the monster's shoulder: "Bai Liu and you, what's your relationship?"

The statue was quiet for a moment, "He was someone very important to me."

Du Sanying ohs, his mood relaxing somehow, "You can save him, can't you?"

"I exist to save him." The statue lowered his head, and he seemed to want to open his eyes to look at the person in his arms, but suddenly remembered that there were bystanders present, so he said, "Can you please turn your head? You can't see my eyes, but I want to see Bai Liu."

Du Sanying Inexplicably have a feeling that they are glowing, oh oh two voices, honestly cover the ears and turn away.

Sheta lowers his head, his silver-blue eyes opening as he gazes wholeheartedly at Bai Liu in his arms, wiping the bloodstain from the corner of his mouth with his thumb and smiling very lightly.

"Hard work."

Sheta bowed her head and very reverently dropped a kiss on Bai Liu's forehead:

"It's almost over, and forgive me if I don't dare to meet you in this form, it's just not a good look."

The roar outside the warehouse grows louder and louder, and Du Sanying tries to turn around with some uneasiness, only to turn and see Sheta putting Bai Liu into his arms.

"Bai Liu was injured in the game, please continue to look after him."

Du Sanying took it in a panic, then asked, "What are you going to do about those people out there?"

"It's not their fault." Sheta stood in front of the warehouse door that was being pounded on incessantly, her voice and demeanor as flat as snow, "--it was the fault of the new Evil God who used me to lure them to their fall."

"It's my fault that the old evil god fell."

"I shouldn't exist." Sheta said, "Bai Liu will be controlled by him because of me."

Sheta's hands lifted, fuel poured down his sides, a spark fell from Sheta's pale fingertips, the fire followed his Bai Liu chemise and burst into flames, strong acid fell from the side of the window and joined the fire.

Rushing smoke rose from the warehouse.

Ethereal, unrealistic voices came out of the fire, "After I am burned, all traces of my existence will be erased, including Bai Liu's memories, the data in the game, the things I gave to Bai Liu."

Du Sanying stunned: "How did this happen ......"

The reverse cross and fish scales hanging from Bai Liu's neck shattered into powder, and the fishbone whip in the system panel dimmed and disappeared.

An ear-splitting announcement spanned all areas of the game, and players tilted their heads to look at the huge airborne announcement:

[System notification: Data cleansing of all areas of the Divine Wanderer NPCs has begun ......]

[System notification: data cleanup is complete, god-level NPCs erase bugs across the board, please feel free to play the game from now on, and no more god-level NPCs roaming around in major game scenes.]

The fire was still burning, and the voices inside faded, indistinct as if it were a dream:

"Du Sanying, you should know better than anyone that sometimes not remembering anything isn't a bad thing."

Bai Liu, who was leaning on Du Sanying's arm, weakly opened his eyes, his dark eyes reflecting the jumping firelight, a tear slid down the corner of his eye to his jaw and dripped to the ground.

"I hate you, Sheta." Bai Liu muttered to himself, "I hate you."

From the fire came a very soft voice, "I love you."

The sparks jumped endlessly, then died out into ashes, the remaining smoke dispersed, leaving nothing behind.

Not even the ashes were left behind, disappearing cleanly.

There was a roar outside the window for a moment, the sound of confused people discussing why they were here, and then a flurry of snowmobiles driving away.

Du Sanying also stayed confused for a while, seemingly not reacting to why he was in this warehouse and why there was another pile of burnt traces in front of him.

Bai Liu, who was leaning on his shoulder, tersely collapsed on the cold ground, clenching her violently aching heart and violently vomiting out a mouthful of blood, and then blood started to come out of her ears, eyes, and nose in a frantic manner that she couldn't stop.

Bai Liu choked and coughed spasmodically, blood clots flew everywhere, Du Sanying was scared out of his wits, adrenaline exploded and rushed to the outside of the warehouse with Bai Liu in his arms, shouting "Anyone there!!!" as he rushed.

"Come to the rescue! Someone's spitting blood!!!"

Bai Liu closed his eyes wearily, the last thing he saw were the black marks on the ground from the burning.

Du Sanying sits outside the hospital room in a daze with his hands covered in blood.

Just now people here found Du Sanying who was screaming for help, and rushed to transport the unconscious Bai Liu to the nearest hospital, where he has been pushed into the ICU to be rescued.

But the doctors came and went with a tense look on their faces, indicating that Bai Liu's condition was not good.

Du Sanying was so alarmed that he had to stop one of the doctors and ask in broken English, "What's the condition of Bai Liu in there?"

The doctor said, "It's okay, out of danger."

Du Sanying breathed a sigh of relief.

"It's a miracle he survived." The doctor, also looking tired but also somewhat unable to hide his excitement, explains to Du Sanying, "This patient Bai Liu's heart shows signs of being dug out after it was cut off, and the connection is still fresh."

"You should be recuperating from such a serious surgery, but he was skydiving and running violently, which caused these high precision blood vessel anastomoses that weren't dense to crack, and there was severe internal bleeding."

Doctors emphasized, "Almost no one can survive such a bizarre surgery, but I don't know who, but Bai Liu's blood loss was very small for a period of time, allowing him to make it this far."

"He should be fine now." The doctor got up, "But he's not awake yet, let's let him rest for now."

Du Sanying, dizzy and confused, got up and thanked the doctor, then borrowed a satellite phone and called home - Tang Er had told him his phone number before he left.

But he'd kind of lost track of what exactly he was doing over here, except that he remembered it was a very important mission - like transporting a high-risk heretic.

The satellite phone was soon connected, and Tang Er asked quickly, "What's the situation with you and Bai Liu? Where are the five team members?"

"I'm fine, and the five escorts should be fine too." Du Sanying looks agitatedly toward the ward at the end of the corridor where Bai Liu lives.

"But Bai Liu ...... is now in the hospital and in a coma."

"Bai Liu is in the hospital?!"

As soon as he heard that Bai Liu was injured, Mu Sicheng started to grab the phone, anxious and angry: "Shit, what happened? Why is Bai Liu in the hospital?"

Immediately after that the call went to Mu Ke, whose voice was taut, "Did you guys run into something in transit?"

The last one was Liu Jiayi, her mind was spinning fast, "The five escorts and you are all fine, so it shouldn't be anything during transportation, is it a problem with the transported items, or is it related to the game?"

"It all counts." Du Sanying sighs, "The transportation items were burned, and the injuries on Bai Liu's body seem to have been brought on by the game and have little to do with the transportation process."

Mu Sicheng's voice was skeptical, "Brought out of the game?"

"Bringing out an injury from the game, but only if the player feels that this injury is what he himself really suffered in his body, Bai Liu last game spirit value did not even fall below 60, how can this illusion be created?"

Du Sanying's voice was a little confused, he didn't really understand any of this, "I don't know."

Liu Jiayi pressed: "Where is Bai Liu hurt?"

Du Sanying recalls, "The Heart."

"The doctor said someone cut open his heart."