quadruple sleep

Chapter 382 You Are Me
It can only be the existence of another personality.

Moreover, in this world, it is obvious that this person is the master. Among so many personalities around him, he is the only one who attracts attention. Even the executioner guard in front of him, who is so elusive and arrogant, has obviously weakened in momentum.

But Lu Nanshen always had a very strange feeling just by looking at that person. At this moment, he was suspicious, and a thought he had never had before was growing wildly in his heart: Is he really a subpersonality?

Perhaps the captain of the guard did not expect Lu Nanshen to say this, and was slightly stunned.

However, just because of this moment of shock, the situation that was originally sure to win was reversed in an instant.

Lu Nanshen pulled out the knife and slashed it towards the captain's neck with lightning speed.

This attack was steady, accurate and ruthless, catching the captain of the guard off guard and leaving him powerless to defend himself.

The blood slid down the sharp blade and dripped onto the mirror-like ground. It seemed like it splashed into water, blooming into bright red flowers with a bloody smell.

It is the blood of the captain of the guard, and also Lu Nanshen’s blood.

The guard couldn't stand steadily and took two steps back, covering his neck with his hands, blood oozing from between his fingers. He stared at Lu Nanshen in disbelief, his eyes were red, and he wanted to say something but couldn't say a word.

Lu Nanshen didn't let him fall. He grabbed his collar and let the blood flow to the back of his hand and then into his sleeves.

"You thought you were luring yourself into a trap, but why didn't you consider that I might be the one walking into it with my body?" He narrowed his eyes slightly, with a fierce look between his brows.

The guard opened his mouth with difficulty, and after a long while he managed to squeeze out a sound, "This...is impossible."

Lu Nanshen sneered, and every word he said was cold. "If I don't jump into the tiger's den, how can I break your carefully planned plan?"

After he finished speaking, he stabbed him with the knife again.

The knife stabbed the captain of the guard in the stomach with such force that the captain groaned, and beads of sweat mixed with blood flowed down his forehead.

Lu Nanshen still held him tightly, put his thin lips close to his ear, and said word by word, "This knife is for Hang Si."

If he let go again, the captain would fall to the ground.

He was dying, his eyes were wide open. Blood was flowing from his neck and stomach, and gradually a river formed under his body, soaking his clothes. His mouth opened and closed, but he was breathing in but not out.

Lu Nanshen leaned forward and pulled out the knife without any change in expression. He slowly wiped the knife with the corner of the guard's clothes, and the blood was wiped off.

The blade was shiny and sharp, reflecting his cold eyes.

The dying captain of the guard tried his best to grab Lu Nanshen's arm. This was quite a strong force, perhaps it was the last of his strength.

His consciousness was obviously scattered, his voice was intermittent, but every word was pronounced clearly, "You think... you won? Puppet... You are a puppet just like us."

Lu Nanshen looked down at him, his tone calm and cold, "Don't worry about that."

When he stood up again, the guard had already died, but his eyes were still open, as if he was still looking at Lu Nanshen. The blood flowing from his body meandered forward, like a hand, gradually approaching, reaching towards Lu Nanshen's feet.

It dyed his shoes red.

Lu Nanshen didn't move, his shoes stepped in a pool of blood.

After making sure that the captain of the guard was no longer angry, Lu Nanshen staggered forward. He covered the wound with one hand. Blood was still flowing and his face was getting paler and paler.

In this world, he will be hurt, and likewise, he will die.

Once the captain closed his eyes like this, he would never wake up again.

Lu Nanshen used a knife to cut open the sleeve, tore it off, wrapped it around the wound, and strangled it hard.

He clenched the knife in his hand, and his breath was filled with the pungent smell of blood.

The man sitting on the high chair was still there, still tapping the rhythm of the Soul Song in an orderly manner. He turned a deaf ear to what was happening here, as if everything had nothing to do with him.

Even the death of the captain of the guard, who lived in the same world as him, did not make the man look back.

Lu Nanshen clenched the knife tightly, gritted his teeth and walked towards the man. But the door behind him suddenly opened.

Lu Nanshen turned back subconsciously.

Behind a door lies a dark world.

But he could clearly see Qiao Yuan, Chen Lin, Si Nian and Shen Fu.

Qiao Yuan and Chen Lin looked very unhappy. The young Si Nian was still not frightened. He did not look at Lu Nanshen, but stared at the captain lying in a pool of blood, with the corners of his mouth slightly raised.

Shen Fu's condition looked worse and worse. He shook his head at Lu Nanshen, as if he was trying his best. His meaning was very clear: he was not going to let him go any further.

Lu Nanshen turned his head.

The door behind him closed again.

He was in a world of white, with only his body and feet covered in red. He walked towards the man's back, leaving a bloody footprint with every step he took.

In the blink of an eye, the bloody footprints disappeared as if they were sucked away. Lu Nanshen lowered his head and looked back.

The captain of the guard who had been lying in a pool of blood was gone, and the place where he had lain was once again a clean mirror, as if nothing had happened.

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To die in this world is to die silently.

No one cares who actually dies.

The other sub-personalities around him seemed to be busy with their own things, far more than in that dark world, but most of them were not aggressive and did not even have the courage to look Lu Nanshen in the eye.

However, there were also people who inadvertently looked over, but they quickly dodged, obviously panicking and nervous.

Lu Nanshen glanced down.

He held the knife tightly in his hand, and the blood vessels on his hand bulged because he was holding it too tightly. The wound on his abdomen was stained with blood. At this moment, he looked like a living devil.

Of course, there are sometimes tough ones.

Just stood in front of him, blocking his way.

People gathered around to watch the fun, some standing, some squatting, some looking uneasy, some gloating.

Lu Nanshen didn't waste any time, and stretched out his hand to fiercely pinch the man's neck. Maybe his hands had great strength from playing musical instruments for many years, or maybe the man was just too weak.

He pinched her until she couldn't breathe. After struggling for a few times, she lost her strength and disappeared out of thin air.

The other onlookers scattered like birds when they saw this, but before they had run far they dispersed like fog and disappeared without a trace.

It turns out that the sub-personality is just like most people in this world, a mob that is vulnerable to a single blow.

Lu Nanshen walked closer to the high chair.

It seemed that there was only him and him in this world.

When the man slowly turned around, Lu Nanshen was slightly stunned.

A face exactly like his.

To be precise, his eyes and expression are exactly the same as his. Rather than saying that the man is a secondary personality, it is better to say that this man is him.

When the man smiled, his eyes looked innocent, yet he seemed to be at ease. His eyes fell on Lu Nanshen's hand holding the knife, without any panic.

He raised his eyes and looked at Lu Nanshen, "You came here with a knife, do you want to kill yourself?"

Lu Nanshen became alert, "What do you mean?"

"The meaning is very simple." The man stood up from his chair, and stood at the same height as him, looking at him levelly, "You are me, and I am you."