??51: Chapter 20 An Zhi Zhen_3
51: Chapter 20 An Zhi Zhen_3
Kong Yulin regretted bringing Deng Rong with her.
Before leaving, she took a lap around the building to avoid future troubles and unexpectedly encountered him.
Lucky or unlucky, Deng Rong’s lower body was crushed and he was scorched by the fallout of a brutal battle, yet he was still stubbornly clinging to life, showing an impressively tenacious will to survive…
However, he ultimately lacked any powerful “Cursing Prohibition” or Forbidden Items that could reverse life and death, and his injuries were beyond recovery; it was hard to say how long he could hold on.
Although she could understand his emotions, after all, even if he did survive, he would be nothing more than a cripple for the rest of his life, with a future so bleak as to be negligible.
But in the end, the tragedy was a result of his own doing.
Now, the man had turned into a mad dog, biting anyone he saw.
To avoid trouble he might cause, and since he persistently insisted, Kong Yulin, too lazy to argue, had picked him up and kept him by her side for better managent.
As for whether to dispose of him or to have soone throw him away later, that depended on the circumstances.
If only she had known—
Kong Yulin’s expression turned cold.
Though they had been companions for a ti, it was difficult to say there was any affection between them.
Since Deng Rong was hellbent on causing her problems, well, she couldn’t be blad…
she wouldn’t hold back…
rcy?
rcy…?
Her thoughts suddenly stuttered.
…Eh?
What…
is…
happening?
Her ntal state suddenly felt strange, like a radio with a poor signal, with a background of noisy interference, ideas jumping out one after the other uncontrollably, but unable to logically connect them together.
Then, sothing truly incomprehensible happened to Kong Yulin:
Deng Rong, who had been about to further threaten her, suddenly shut his mouth.
His head drooped, and he began to make a “heh heh” sobbing sound, before breaking into loud wailing cries that drew the attention of passersby.
When he lifted his head, his face was blank, the anger and malice in his pupils gone, his face sared with blood and tears, crying like a child.
Then, Kong Yulin heard the girl speaking to her, her voice clear.
“Really now…
his trial has ended.
You’re just temps, yet you’re still clinging to the stage, refusing to leave.
Don’t you feel ashad?”
“What are…
are you…
talking about ‘trials’?”
Kong Yulin’s brain couldn’t function normally, she could only struggle to repeat the other’s words, even…
She realized in terror that her linguistic instincts were also rapidly deteriorating.
If this continued, she would soon lose all knowledge, wisdom, everything that made a human “human”—
An Zhizhen did not answer the question, but looked at the man and woman before her with a smile, her gaze wandering over their faces as if she were picking out items.
“However, like Dongsheng, I never intended to let you go.
It’s convenient that you ca to .
I’m in a good mood now, although it’s a bit annoying to be disturbed by a bunch of light bulbs, but two specins are enough…
Hmm, two will do, right?”
Two…
specins…?
What…
two…?
Kong Yulin blankly thought.
A muffled thud ca from beside her, a wheelchair was overturned.
Deng Rong, revealing his broken body, slid onto the ground like a lump of mud, then, he struggled to assu a prostrate position.
In the man’s eyes, Kong Yulin saw the brand of a cross star, shining brightly;
And in the reflection of those pupils, she saw her own eyes—
There too, a cross star was erging.
So imnse terror was eroding her consciousness, soul, and spirit.
“That thing” was slowly surfacing in her spiritual world, its volu and mass so colossal that its whole shape was indiscernible.
She knew she could not resist, could not think, she could only sweat profusely, gasping for air, while desperately waiting for everything that belonged to her—the human persona called “Kong Yulin”—to be crushed to dust, disappearing from this world.
Worldview, outlook on life, values, under the gravitational pull of the monstrous being in the spiritual world, were all shattered to extinction, leaving nothing but a void.
Void, void, void.
Void…
void.
Only void.
“Ah…
ah…
ah…”
Kong Yulin burst into tears.
All the experiences, the happenstances, the mories, everything that constituted the person Kong Yulin had accumulated, had all vanished; at this mont, she beca a being purer and more ignorant than even an infant.
This terror, far more terrifying than death—more so than being in Hell, even more so than being imprisoned for life in a dark, solitary dungeon filled with loneliness.
Kong Yulin knelt on the ground, her limbs curling unconsciously, as though she had returned to the fetal position within her mother’s womb.
Nothing left…
nothing at all…
Her spirit turned into a boundless wilderness,
And then, she saw—
A colossal star rising slowly from one end of the wilderness.
It radiated dazzling light, casting a vast shadow, and thus every corner of the soul was thoroughly covered, leaving no space to accommodate anything else.
My vision, my spirit, my everything—were filled by the “star.”
…
Kong Yulin and Deng Rong, the two of them like devout followers, prostrated themselves in worship before the revered deity.
At the sa ti, the whole corridor—including the entire Xiaokang Building—beca silent, as quiet as a tomb.
Apart from a man who was in deep sleep in a certain room, everyone else, regardless of age or gender, had halted their activities, their conversations, their steps at that mont, even their facial expressions frozen on their faces.
The wife cutting vegetables on the chopping board sliced off her own fingers;
The husband carrying dishes to the living room dropped the bowl, shattering it on the ground;
The person riding a bicycle fell, the one walking on the stairs tumbled down.
In their pupils simultaneously erged the image of a cross-star.
In that instant, the consciousness of all was linked to one person, manipulated by her.
In An Zhizhen’s pupils also appeared a light.
But it was not the cross-star, the mark seen in the eyes of the people, it was nothing more than the reflection of a massive star in the spirit world—
As the owner of this power, what was reflected in her eyes was another world, a sun from the abyss of humanity’s spirit.
It shone brilliantly, its light more intense than the sun in the sky.
“Forget everything related to
and Cen Dongsheng from the past week; and from now on, ignore my actions, their existence.”
An Zhizhen lifted her hand and snapped her fingers crisply.
The next mont, people resud normalcy, continuing their usual actions.
“Ouch…
ouch, that hurts…”
“Peace and safety, peace and safety…”
“Did the tire burst?”
“Who, who tripped ?”
…
Nobody noticed that their lives were tampered with, manipulated in a fleeting mont—this subtle abnormality lurking in everyone’s daily routine, like gears squeaking after rusting.
Just like now.
No matter who it was, when passing by An Zhizhen in the corridor, they would all detour around her, as though coming upon a wall made of air.
Yet, nobody would notice this anomaly.
“So, as I said…”
The woman looked down from above at the man and woman who were knelt on the ground, curled up like dogs.
There was a hint of lant in her tone, as though it was also mixed with pity.
“—True equality is a very difficult thing indeed.”
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