Beautiful and miserable be aesthetics

Chapter 36

blood.

The sky is all blood red.

Elan Snow walked slowly forward in this huge blood river with no end in sight, his expression was empty and aimless.

In the river, some translucent wandering souls floated by from time to time.

Most were faces he didn't recognize, some soldiers, some ordinary people.

All died because of him, or were killed by him.

They seemed to be in two worlds, he was going north, they were going south, walking opposite each other, they couldn't see each other.

This river of blood...

Is it his crime?

Elan Snow raised his head slightly.

His body was covered with blood, his white hair was mottled, and the scene in front of him seemed to be abstracted into a cruel picture of red, white, black, and red.

After walking for an unknown amount of time, he saw the first touch of a different color.

A smiling man in a military uniform, with a serious expression, walked forward with a candy pressed between his fingers. The candy wrapper was colorful and beautiful.

Elan Snow stretched out his hand, but his hand passed through the man's body illusoryly.

He was slightly taken aback.

[He died of loyalty. ]

A solemn voice sounded in his ears, like the judgment of the gods.

[The river of life and death, time is disorderly, no turning back, no reverse flow, the living move forward, the dead look back. ] He said.

Elan Snow wanted to look back at the man, but found that his body was so stiff that he couldn't turn his head back. All he was left with was the three or four seconds when the ghost passed by him just now.

He didn't seem to be able to stay where he was for too long, Elansino gave up and continued to move forward.

He seemed to have forgotten something, he wanted to find someone here, but who...he couldn't think of it.

Until he saw a figure that was clearly different from others.

The man had black hair, a high ponytail, a windbreaker, golden eyes, and a faint purple light floating on the translucent wandering soul.

Lan Xia walked slowly, as if waiting for someone, but there was gentle melancholy in her eyes, as if she was worried about something.

"elder brother……"

The moment Elansno looked at the figure, he remembered, his eyes turned red, and he yelled softly.

He didn't dare to go any further, without blinking, for fear of missing a minute.

"Brother, do you blame me for killing you? Are you disappointed in me? Look up at me and scold me, okay..." Elan Snow wept silently.

I don't know if it was an illusion, but after he finished speaking, Lan Xia's wandering soul in front of him staggered slightly, and his route changed to directly in front of him, slowly walking towards him.

Elansnow held his breath.

He stretched out his hand hanging by his side stiffly, and moved forward.

The ghost is getting closer.

Elan Snow's eyes brightened slightly.

Spirits passed through his body.

Not even a breath of wind started.

"..."

The gleam of light in Elan Snow's eyes suddenly went out.

He struggled again, trying desperately to look back at his brother, but no matter what, he couldn't look back, couldn't take a single step back.

He can see the wandering soul, but the wandering soul cannot see him.

With his back turned to Wandering Soul, Elan Snow half-kneeled in the river of blood, weeping: "Brother, I'm sorry..."

Youhun paused slightly, as if sensing something, frowned and said: "Is it Arnold? Brother is fine, you have to live well, brother will walk very slowly, don't be afraid."

Too bad he's a ghost.

The dead cannot see the face of the living, and the living cannot hear the words of the dead.

Wandering Soul chattered, Ellan Snow called him one after another, his voice hoarse.

They couldn't turn back.

[He died guarding. ] said the solemn voice again.

Elansino was stunned.

[The river of life and death, time is disorderly, no turning back, no reverse flow, the living move forward, the dead look back. ] He repeated again: [You should go. ]

……

Consciousness in the sea.

Gong Du opened his eyes, and heaved a sigh of relief for a long time.

When Lan Xia, the vest, died, the real value had just reached [-]%, and the part of his soul that had been separated returned.

But he was worried that if something went wrong, he went to the World Consciousness to check it out.

In the original world line, the two brothers Lan Xia and Ellan Snow also had a trick of fate. Lan Xia didn't awaken his spiritual power, and died directly in the magnetic disorder area, becoming the ration of wall thorn ants.

As for the villain Elan Snow, after the Federation was overthrown, he was publicly tried for his crimes, accused by thousands of people, reviled by thousands of people, and died without a whole body. Before he died, he remembered that he had forgotten his brother.

Not long after, when the Zerg invaded and Xiguang led all mankind to rebel, the matter of the Temple of God's Mercy and the research institute was uncovered.

Perhaps future generations will find out what happened to the two brothers in the Temple of God's Mercy, but it is only a few sighs, and at most one or two regrets will be left in the history books.

It's just that the small world collapsed, whether the protagonist group can grow up is another matter.

In order to help the small world's world line to proceed normally, Gongdu made a new 'Lan Xia' as his vest at the moment of Lan Xia's death, in order to help the protagonist group and gain luck points.

It's almost like jumping on an illegal line.

Fortunately, the real value of "Lan Xia" is enough in the end, and it can replace the original ending of Lan Xia.

Xiaoguangtuan sprinkled flowers: "You're done, not only have you got a lot of luck, but you've also done a good deed by the way."

Gong Du smiled: "It's not over yet."

The reason why he did a good deed is because Lan Xia's original ending was too miserable, her soul dissipated, and it was impossible to enter reincarnation.

As for Elan Snow, the sin was too deep, and there was no chance of entering reincarnation.

The two brothers will be missed forever.

However, Gong Du used their identities to maintain the world line of the small world, and Lan Xia's real value reached [-]%, plus his tragic script, no matter how the world awareness would give these two brothers some compensation.

The Blood River just now is also called a part of [Hell Spring]. It is a place that people in this world will pass through after death. Of course, people who are dying can also go for a walk if they have strong obsessions.

Gong Du: "I saw Lan Xia's soul in the Blood River just now. It seems that the real value has reached [-]%, the world line has been covered, and his soul has finally reunited, except that there is an extra memory in his mind that does not belong to him. .”

What passed in the river of blood was the real soul of Lan Xia, except that he would take Gongdu's script as something he had actually experienced, and there was no trace left by Gongdu.

Of course, after Gong Du played Elan Snow and left, the real Elan Snow's soul would also regard Gong Du's script as the reality he had experienced.

This is a bit cruel, but it is the protection of the world line by the world consciousness. After all, Gong Du is an outsider, and the less traces he leaves, the better.

Gong Du snatched Xiao Guangtuan's snacks in the Sea of ​​Consciousness: "What I play is their life."

"So when I'm fully immersed, can you stop eating melon seeds in my head?"

Although the endings are all tragedies, the tragedies of the two brothers Lanya Lannuo cannot be reversed.

His script is already the best result considering the benefits of comprehensive luck value, maintaining the world line, and the tragic ending of the characters doomed to death.

How well-intentioned he is!

Xiao Guangtuan: "But QAQ is so sad, Lan Xia didn't hear a word about brother in the end."

Gong Du got a headache when he heard it cry: "...This is a script, and after I finish the plot, they will be reincarnated directly to meet in the next life. There is no time to be sad. At worst, I will discuss it with the world consciousness before I leave, and let them In the next life, we will still be brothers, and live happily ever after."

Originally, he made Lan Ya's vest just to play at the bottom line. In the original world line, Lan Ya and Lan Nuo didn't know each other before they died, so he couldn't just write a HE cookie that they knew each other.

Xiao Guangtuan: "That's what I said, but you are really disdainful. I may know why you failed the exam."

Gong Du came to his senses: "Because of what?"

Xiao Guangtuan: "Because of your crumbs."

Gongdu: "..."

He choked for a moment, then reflected, but felt that his conscience didn't hurt, so he was relieved: "In any case, the established ending cannot be changed, and I can be regarded as indirect, helping Lan Xia realize his wish to protect his brother."

The god of disease is the most kind and sensible god.

He casually flipped through the script: "However, Lan Nuo's wish to be a great hero can only be half realized at most."

In the next world, he must choose a character who can play freely without having to complete the past.

Writing the script will definitely be more enjoyable than it is now.

Gong Du was stunned while eating his snacks: "In addition to wandering souls, people who are dying can also go to Blood River occasionally... I just went to Blood River to play a show in the shell of Elansno. play?"

Although it is to see if Lan Xia's soul has been re-condensed, but he is wearing a shell just to act, no matter where he is.

Xiao Guangtuan: "That's right!"

"..."

The two groups, one black and one blue, stared at each other for two seconds.

Xiao Guangtuan screamed: "It's over, I forgot that you are crazy and committing suicide now!"

-

There was no light in the closed room.

There is only one iron bed in the house.

Locked on it was a man with a pale complexion, his limbs were bound by iron chains, and there were countless scratches on the side of the jugular artery, some new and some unhealed. gauze.

A strand of extremely thin golden spiritual thread intertwined on his wrist, and then spread blood.

The originally black sheets were soaked to a deeper level.

The breathing from the tip of the nose became weaker and weaker, the trace of mental energy dissipated, and the man's body temperature was losing, like a cold and pale corpse.

Until the door of the room was swung open, Jin Daike calmly commanded the medical staff with red and swollen eyes, and sent the man on the bed into the medical cabin.

Everyone is skilled in the movements, and I don't know how many times they have done it.

Two days passed in a flash.

Elansino opened his eyes again.

Still in this closed room, he was still locked.

There is no wave in his eyes, nor does it reflect any light from the surroundings, it is dead silent and empty.

Why……

He is still here, why the people here don't let him go to his brother.

The four of Alger gathered around here, either sitting or standing.

They were all wearing black clothes, without any bright colors, and looked at the man on the iron bed with serious expressions——

The teacher's younger brother.

Killed his brother's brother with his own hands.

Whether it was voluntary or controlled, this person has always had the teacher's blood on his hands.If they didn't understand the whole story, they should hate, resent, hate, and kill Elansino with their own hands.

But now... In their hearts, there is actually more sadness and pity, mixed with indescribable anger.

They will never forget Elansino's blank look that day, and the teacher's passing away amidst guilt and self-blame.This is the teacher's younger brother after all.

Alger just got out of the complicated government affairs and rubbed his forehead: "This is the first time he has done this month."

Jin Daike: "The 61st time."

Shou Bing remained silent.

After that day, they thought it would be difficult to get back the teacher's body from Elansno, but unexpectedly, Elansno gave it to them easily, and said with a smile: All this is an illusion in the mirror.

As soon as the words fell, he held the broken sword and wiped it towards his neck, the palm of his neck was dripping with blood.

Shou Bing stopped them with ice-type mental power, and forced Ellansno, who was not normal, back to the place where they temporarily lived in the imperial capital.

During the month of preparations for the teacher's funeral, Elano Snow committed countless suicides without warning.

He was not noisy at all, completely immersed in his own world, often silent, and then suddenly his breath began to weaken. If they hadn't discovered it in time, Elan Snow would not have survived for three days.

They tried everything, put a restraint ring on Elan Snow, restricted the use of mental power, and tied him to the bed so that he would not have the slightest chance of coming into contact with dangerous objects.

The blue blood vessels in the arm are now densely packed with pinholes.

Consumed day and night, in just [-] days, they watched helplessly, the indifferent and arrogant general of the Federation whom they thought they must kill, turned into a pale and thin man with half a foot in the grave. the living dead.

It's not decadence, not depression, but a kind of self-destruction in which vitality is gradually cut off.In other words, Elan Snow has sentenced himself to death.

During the short time they spent together in Xiguang, they vaguely glimpsed the innocent shadow of 'Lannuo'.

They would rather Ellan Snow was always so annoying, and they didn't want to see him, even with his eyes open, living as if he had no soul.

Lian Yao: "The teacher will feel distressed when he sees it."

Shou Bing: "He killed the teacher."

"It's the missing Rosh," Alger reminded, taking a deep breath, "Forget it, let's take a good look at him. Are the details ready for the teacher's funeral tomorrow?"

Jin Daike: "Don't worry, everything will be fine."

The man locked on the iron bed heard the word 'funeral', and his breathing became disordered. Elan Snow opened his mouth, as if he wanted to say something, but his voice was very hoarse, and he only uttered a monotonous syllable, and then began to cough stand up.

The shaking of the body caused the scar on the side of the neck to start to ooze blood.

Jin Deke was startled, and quickly poured some warm water, moistened it with a cotton swab, and dabbed it on Elansino's lips. When he got used to it, he fed him a little more from the cup.

Alger approached: "What do you want to say?"

"Let... let me go..." Elan Snow said softly, "I won't die."

After a long time, Alger straightened his back, his dark eyes were complex, he beckoned.

Shou Bing nodded, temporarily untied the chains on Elansino's wrists and ankles, and helped him to sit up.

"I saw my brother..."

Elan Snow was leaning against the bed, his face was pale and almost indifferent, he was used to occupying the upper position, holding authority, and his aura was unmatched by others.

Argel had just begun to look like a king, and Elan Snow's sword light swept across this continent a few years ago.

The side of his neck and wrists were covered with ferocious self-destruction bloodstains, and his purple pupils were no longer empty, but filled with thick to viscous self-loathing.

The wound on his wrist opened again due to his force, and a little scarlet blood dripped down the pale fingertips.

Elan Snow tried to wipe it off, but found that it couldn't be wiped clean, paused, and repeated the wiping action mechanically.

The blood smeared on the back of the hand seemed to be left forever and could not be wiped clean.

Elansno looked at him in a daze, and suddenly smiled: "I saw my brother, in a river of blood, I said sorry, he couldn't see me."

"It's all blood, it can't be washed clean."

Indeed, as he said just now, he did not commit suicide again.

This was the first time Elan Snow spoke after such a long time, and it seemed to be normal, much better than self-destructing without speaking.

Alger took the towel handed over by Jin Deke, held Elansno's wrist, wiped off the blood on his hand, and said lightly with downcast eyes: "No matter what you think now, the teacher's funeral will be held tomorrow night, you Whether you are present or not, no one will attack you."

Elan Snow raised his eyes and asked softly, "You are probably the proudest student of my brother. If I killed him, why didn't you kill me to avenge him?"

As soon as the words fell, he felt that his wrist was suddenly clenched, and the young leader's eyes became more and more serious. After two or three seconds, Alger slowed down and continued to wipe his fingers, until the oozing water reappeared on his wrist. The blood came, and the medicine was applied, and then the towel in his hand was thrown aside.

"It's clean."

Elansino looked at his hands, except for two extra bruises on his wrists, they were really clean.

Alger: "You don't have to try to provoke us. Tomorrow is the teacher's funeral. From now on, we won't chain you up. The restraining ring will be taken off after you think it through."

"Whether you attend tomorrow's funeral or not, it has nothing to do with us. He is your brother and our respected teacher."

He let out a deep breath.

Sure enough, even if his reason clearly told him that Elan Snow was out of control...especially Rosh's handwriting, but he still couldn't control it...

With just one or two sentences, Elan Snow controlled his emotions.

Alger sometimes rejoices that Elan Snow is not their enemy now.

After closing the door, Lian Yao was a little worried: "The chain is unlocked for him, what if..."

Alger had already prepared: "Turn on the monitor, and take turns watching."

For convenience, several of them live not far away.

Lian Yao nodded: "Okay, I can add a few more alarm programs."

-

In the room, Gong Du was leaning against the head of the bed with no expression on his face, posing in a melancholy posture, chatting with Xiao Guangtuan.

"The protagonist group still has a grudge against me."

Xiao Guangtuan: "It's human nature. If you kill their teacher, it's no different from killing half of their father. They have such a deep friendship with each other day and night. It's a good temper not to kill you on the spot."

Even though he knew that killing Lan Xia was not voluntary by Elan Snow, he still couldn't help it...

Xiao Guangtuan: "Why don't you continue your self-destructive drama?"

Gong Du adjusted himself to another angle, and presented the most lovable side to the surveillance camera: "Self-destructing and dispelling the negative emotions of the protagonist group towards me should have reached the extreme. Method."

The luck value is linked to the positive emotions of the protagonist group towards him.

Lan Xia is dead, and the luck value he harvested is estimated to be a large amount, but Elan Snow has not ended yet, so he must make good use of it to maximize the final luck value.

As long as the protagonist group doesn't completely hate him, he has a chance to come back, and now, the chance of a comeback is great.

Xiao Guangtuan ate melon seeds: "What way?"

Gong Du smiled: "Baby, you have to remember one thing, as long as I can make myself miserable, no one can make me miserable."

The transformation of all emotions often only needs a very clever point.

Xiao Guangtuan: "..."

It spits out the melon seed rind.

Good crumbs.

The author says:

Small light group: tui

ps: Dust is a stalk, which means "improper person" and "scumbag".