She was lying on the ground with only her head, her eyes in tears, looking at Tang Mo in a horrible and eerie way.
"I don't want to die ...... I don't want to die. I haven't been in a relationship, I haven't had a favorite person. I want to go back to watching cartoons, I haven't finished the novel I was following yesterday ...... Dad ...... Mum ...... I don't want to die, I don't want to die. Brother Tang, Tang ......"
The mouth has also disappeared.
Those eyes, wet with tears, watched Tang Mo until the man all but disappeared.
Within a minute, a large living person had just disappeared.
Tang Mo's mind went blank, but what frightened him most at this moment was that he was very calm even at this time. He looked at the spot where Little Zhao had disappeared for half a minute, then suddenly thought of something and turned his head to look behind him at the magi.
In the darkened library, the godly man had disappeared from the thigh down. He looked at Tang Mo with a pale face and a scared and pitiful smile, "Tang ...... Tang Mo, is this the punishment for losing the game ......"
"Goddammit!"
Bang!
The magus fell to the ground.
Tang Mo immediately rushed up and took hold of the gods' hands.
The godly man cried, his tears streaming down his face, his snot sticking to his lips. He clutched Tang Mo's hand for dear life and, like Little Zhao, said over and over again, "I don't want to die, I don't want to die ...... Tang Mo, help me, I don't want to die ...... "
Tang Mo could do nothing, he pressed his hand against the part of the god-stick that had not disappeared, but when the line came through, what should have disappeared was still gone, and all he touched was a piece of air.
Only the upper half of the sacred stick remains.
Tang Mo: "Don't be afraid, there must be a way out."
Godsend a big man crying, "What can I do, I don't want to die, I really don't want to die ...... Mo Tang, you save me ah! You eliminated me, you save me! You save me!"
Tang Mo can't say a word.
The magus also stopped talking, he kept crying and kept crying. Time became unbearably slow and when his chest was about to disappear, he suddenly clasped Tang Mo's hand, looked at Tang Mo with those bloodshot eyes and said with a hiss, "I have a daughter. She is in Shanghai and her mother and I have divorced. Go and see her for me, see if she is still alive. Her name is Shanshan, Chen Shanshan. She has to be alive, she has to be alive! Just look at her for me, just look at her!"
The clergyman's hand disappears.
"You help me, Tang Mo, I beg you, help me. She must be alive, surely!"
Tang Mo: "Where does she live?"
"She is in the Jing'an district, studying in the city's Northern Poly, in her first year. She ......"
The mouth of the magi disappears.
His eyes were fixed on Tang Mo.
The transparent thread went to his ear, and he stared at Tang Mo without blinking, his eyes frighteningly red, as if with all his strength.
"I'll go and find her, she must still be alive."
The thread completely obliterated the godman's ears, but the godman's eyes relaxed for a moment. Still crying, he could no longer speak, but simply looked at Tang Mo and blinked at him before his eyes disappeared and a tear fell and dripped to the ground.
Tang Mo sits alone on his knees at the entrance to the library, Little Zhao outside the door is gone and so is the magus inside.
The clock strikes eight in the library, the pendulum clock strikes eight, and Tang Mo is still sitting on his knees on the cold floor.
"Sleep, sleep, my dear baby. Mommy's hands, rocking you gently ......"
A gentle, kindly female voice resonates throughout Suzhou.
Tang Mo turned his head stiffly to look at the huge black tower that sits 200 metres away from the library.
Colourful lights glowed on the black tower. A day ago there were thousands of people gathered around the tower; now, a day later, there are only seven or eight people left sitting on the ground like Tang Mo, looking up blankly at The black tower singing "Lullaby".
The female voice finished singing the beginning and a group of children's voices rang out along with the female voice.
"Sleep, sleep, my dear baby.
Mother's hands, gently rocking you.
The cradle rocks you, sleep quickly and peacefully.
The night has been quiet, how warm it is under the covers ......"
The voice sings over and over again. The wind blows across the earth, carrying this beautiful song further and further away.
The crisp, familiar child's voice rang out after a song.
"Dingdong! 498,160,000 players successfully loaded into the game ......"
"Game archive in progress ......"
"Game data loading ......"
"Player information loading ......"
"Archived successfully at ......"
"Loaded successfully ......"
"Loaded successfully ......"
"Dingdong! November 18, 2017, welcome players to the game."
"Announcing the three iron rules of The black tower -"
"Firstly, all explanations belong to The black tower."
"Secondly, 6pm-18pm is game time."
"Third, all players are asked to work on attacking the tower."
"Ding dong! Happy gaming!"
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Author's Note.
This chapter took a little longer to write, but now that the game has completely kicked off, the players are online~
I'd like to tell you that I'm not sure what you think, but it's the first time I've written about this kind of subject matter and I'm not sure what I think, so I welcome your suggestions.
She was lying on the ground with only her head, her eyes in tears, looking at Tang Mo in a horrible and eerie way.
"I don't want to die ...... I don't want to die. I haven't been in a relationship, I haven't had a favorite person. I want to go back to watching cartoons, I haven't finished the novel I was following yesterday ...... Dad ...... Mum ...... I don't want to die, I don't want to die. Brother Tang, Tang ......"
The mouth has also disappeared.
Those eyes, wet with tears, watched Tang Mo until the man all but disappeared.
Within a minute, a large living person had just disappeared.
Tang Mo's mind went blank, but what frightened him most at this moment was that he was very calm even at this time. He looked at the spot where Little Zhao had disappeared for half a minute, then suddenly thought of something and turned his head to look behind him at the magi.
In the darkened library, the godly man had disappeared from the thigh down. He looked at Tang Mo with a pale face and a scared and pitiful smile, "Tang ...... Tang Mo, is this the punishment for losing the game ......"
"Goddammit!"
Bang!
The magus fell to the ground.
Tang Mo immediately rushed up and took hold of the gods' hands.
The godly man cried, his tears streaming down his face, his snot sticking to his lips. He clutched Tang Mo's hand for dear life and, like Little Zhao, said over and over again, "I don't want to die, I don't want to die ...... Tang Mo, help me, I don't want to die ...... "
Tang Mo could do nothing, he pressed his hand against the part of the god-stick that had not disappeared, but when the line came through, what should have disappeared was still gone, and all he touched was a piece of air.
Only the upper half of the sacred stick remains.
Tang Mo: "Don't be afraid, there must be a way out."
Godsend a big man crying, "What can I do, I don't want to die, I really don't want to die ...... Mo Tang, you save me ah! You eliminated me, you save me! You save me!"
Tang Mo can't say a word.
The magus also stopped talking, he kept crying and kept crying. Time became unbearably slow and when his chest was about to disappear, he suddenly clasped Tang Mo's hand, looked at Tang Mo with those bloodshot eyes and said with a hiss, "I have a daughter. She is in Shanghai and her mother and I have divorced. Go and see her for me, see if she is still alive. Her name is Shanshan, Chen Shanshan. She has to be alive, she has to be alive! Just look at her for me, just look at her!"
The clergyman's hand disappears.
"You help me, Tang Mo, I beg you, help me. She must be alive, surely!"
Tang Mo: "Where does she live?"
"She is in the Jing'an district, studying in the city's Northern Poly, in her first year. She ......"
The mouth of the magi disappears.
His eyes were fixed on Tang Mo.
The transparent thread went to his ear, and he stared at Tang Mo without blinking, his eyes frighteningly red, as if with all his strength.
"I'll go and find her, she must still be alive."
The thread completely obliterated the godman's ears, but the godman's eyes relaxed for a moment. Still crying, he could no longer speak, but simply looked at Tang Mo and blinked at him before his eyes disappeared and a tear fell and dripped to the ground.
Tang Mo sits alone on his knees at the entrance to the library, Little Zhao outside the door is gone and so is the magus inside.
The clock strikes eight in the library, the pendulum clock strikes eight, and Tang Mo is still sitting on his knees on the cold floor.
"Sleep, sleep, my dear baby. Mommy's hands, rocking you gently ......"
A gentle, kindly female voice resonates throughout Suzhou.
Tang Mo turned his head stiffly to look at the huge black tower that sits 200 metres away from the library.
Colourful lights glowed on the black tower. A day ago there were thousands of people gathered around the tower; now, a day later, there are only seven or eight people left sitting on the ground like Tang Mo, looking up blankly at The black tower singing "Lullaby".
The female voice finished singing the beginning and a group of children's voices rang out along with the female voice.
"Sleep, sleep, my dear baby.
Mother's hands, gently rocking you.
The cradle rocks you, sleep quickly and peacefully.
The night has been quiet, how warm it is under the covers ......"
The voice sings over and over again. The wind blows across the earth, carrying this beautiful song further and further away.
The crisp, familiar child's voice rang out after a song.
"Dingdong! 498,160,000 players successfully loaded into the game ......"
"Game archive in progress ......"
"Game data loading ......"
"Player information loading ......"
"Archived successfully at ......"
"Loaded successfully ......"
"Loaded successfully ......"
"Dingdong! November 18, 2017, welcome players to the game."
"Announcing the three iron rules of The black tower -"
"Firstly, all explanations belong to The black tower."
"Secondly, 6pm-18pm is game time."
"Third, all players are asked to work on attacking the tower."
"Ding dong! Happy gaming!"
--------------------
Author's Note.
This chapter took a little longer to write, but now that the game has completely kicked off, the players are online~
I'd like to tell you that I'm not sure what you think, but it's the first time I've written about this kind of subject matter and I'm not sure what I think, so I welcome your suggestions.
