Chapter 1178: A way to stop the sacrifice (7000 words) _1
âSo, when will it end?â
Lu Xinâs heart sank as he stood in the midst of the commotion.
In a world filled with emotions, he knew that things were not over yet, but he had almost forgotten to resist. He only wanted to know when it would end.
He knew that doll was using all her strength to hold up another world that had descended.
Seeing his fatherâs temper, for the first time, he didnât hold back at all. He used all his strength to resist the initial power, and at the same time, in order to improve his own spiritual power more efficiently, the deep night was mixed with endless fear as he loudly reprimanded the residents of Black Swamp city. cry, all of you, f * cking cry. The more you cry, the more likely youâll be alive âŠ
He saw the electromagnetic pulse cannon of qingang aiming at the sky and firing beams of weak light.
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He saw the lizard, who was desperately proposing to Linda for the last time before the end of the world, being kicked to the ground âŠ
He saw that everyone in the world had fallen into despair and confusion. They were actually at peace and looked up at the sky.
He knew that he should step forward at this time, lift his spirits, and stop the old principalâs crazy plan.
Let this world walk towards the way it should be.
He knew all of this.
Who didnât understand the logic?
However, at this moment, there seemed to be 10000 electric saws in his mind, as if they were cutting steel.
The chaotic mental power was like countless steel needles, stabbing into his brain one by one, and it never stopped.
He had already raised his hand with great effort and reached out in the direction of the doll, wanting to help her.
However, the black particle around him seemed to be following another will. It rose up quietly and pressed down on Lu Xinâs outstretched arm like a black palm. Then, it rushed to the other side with a surge of despair.
Lu Xin was powerless to stop him.
This was because his power came from the black particles. After stripping away the black particles, he was just an ordinary person.
Just like many people in this world, after being stripped of their identity, name, status, family, and friends, they would suddenly realize one night that they were just a weak consciousness. They were nothing after leaving this society, and their â self â was just a small dot that was locked up in a spiritual cage, allowing their emotions to ravage and torture them.
What could he do?
The city was huge, crowded, and the street lights were brilliant.
This little bit of consciousness of his couldnât even compare to the light of a street lamp in this city.
This was a truth, but it was also a kind of despair.
As such, Lu Xin began to hope that everything would come to an end as soon as possible.
That long-lost boundless pressure once again enveloped him.
Perhaps it was because he had found his true self, or perhaps it was because he had his own consciousness, it caused him to be even more clear-headed than before. He could clearly feel all the pressure and carefully feel how they were nibbling away at his will.
He had thought that after so many years of hard work, he would have the confidence to resist this kind of despair. In the end, it was just a joke.
Why donât you just stop resisting, even if people would laugh at you for being weak?
However, the feeling of carrying these things was too tiring. It was so tiring that every breath was a burden.
Therefore, some people might laugh at him for giving up, some might look down on him, and some might pretend to understand him, saying that he shouldnât do this and shouldnât do that, as if he was very strong and very smart.
Who the hell didnât understand this logic?
Those people should only understand one thing: they were just lucky.
Because he was lucky, he had never encountered such a thing and had never experienced this feeling of despair.
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It was as if he had always been such a person. Why did Godâs anger come to him?
His eyelids became heavy, as if he was trying to close the curtains of this world.
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âBig monster âŠâ
However, just as Lu Xinâs world was about to fall into darkness, he suddenly heard an illusionary sound amid the clamoring of electric saws. Lu Xinâs eyelids twitched as he suddenly thought of little nineteen. He wanted to try his best to find her because he suddenly remembered that he had promised little nineteen that he would take her away from that place and this nightmare.
She didnât know where little nineteen was, but she must be very scared now.
âMy child âŠâ
He heard a kind call and saw his mother looking at him tenderly, as if she believed that he could bring hope.
âNumber nine âŠâ
He heard his friends in the orphanage calling him softly because he owed them.
âWake up âŠâ
He saw the doll grabbing his arm and shaking it gently. It was so helpless, like a little girl who was scared by the crowd.
All of these sounds made it impossible for him to truly close his eyes.
Just like the beginning of the abyss, death was always not a peaceful death.
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âAre you still holding on?â
As the spiritual energy of the sacrifice formed an ocean, everyone began to blend together and could sense each other. The old principal turned his head slightly and looked in Lu Xinâs direction through the spiritual world. He shook his head slightly. He had calculated in advance how much pressure Lu Xinâs consciousness would bring when the divine particle went out of control. He did not expect Lu Xin to still be able to hold on.
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