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Still, he had already made arrangements for the ending, and the intersection of all causes and effects was just inevitable.

Just like, if the timeline is stretched out for one or two hundred years, the death of human beings is inevitable.The Emperor should know Shanlan's situation best, and it is impossible for him to do nothing.

"I hope... I can make it in time."

Nangong Nayue sat alone in the office, clenching her fists silently. Human beings have always believed that the crisis of doomsday comes from the desolate soul.

They think that the monsters that hunt humans are already the most terrifying and ferocious existences, and they are enemies that they must defeat at all costs.

Only a few people know that just outside the real world, an existence called the Nine Hells has been resisting an unexplainable 'god'. His descendants are almost endless and have destroyed countless worlds.

But now, mankind is finally facing the threat of the gods. Even if it is a tentacle, even after a thousand years of sealing, Nangong Nayue is still not sure.

Growing up, she had heard too much information about the divine race from the emperor. The abilities of those monsters made people feel creepy just by using their imagination.

——The real horror is not being brutally killed, but being contaminated and assimilated, with the mind and soul being completely distorted and becoming one of those evil creations.

"If...if this world really needs me, I am willing to die."

Nangong Nayue never overestimates her abilities. She may be unparalleled among humans, but she has no confidence in the face of the divine evil that caused heavy casualties to the Coffin Clan.

All she can do is actually fight to the death.

"After I die, I will have to rely on Lin Qingluo."

Nangong had thought about this day for a long time that month, but she didn't expect it would be so soon. She tried to call Lin Qingluo's number, but did not get a response.

Although Nangong did not monitor Lin Qingluo all the time that month, she also left a spatial beacon on him, but at this time she could no longer sense the position.

"Where did he go at this time?!"

Nangong was filled with hatred that month. As a student, Lin Qingluo didn't go to school well and asked for leave every day to run around. Now when he was needed, he was gone!

But time was urgent, and Nangong didn't have time to search for him that month, so he could only quickly take out the paper and write down everything he wanted to say...

And at this moment, what is Lin Qingluo doing who Nangong Nayue is thinking about so much?

He was in a long, distant dream... waiting for lunch.

"Young man, do you want some chili?"

"Brush more sauce and add more chili!"

Lin Qingluo licked his lips and looked at the sizzling egg-filled pancakes on the iron plate, already looking forward to the taste of it in his mouth.

——Lin Qingluo, who has just entered junior high school, still has the childishness of a primary school student on his face. The biggest change is probably that he learned to go online.

In the junior high school Lin Qingluo went to, school ended at 11:30 and started class at 02:30. If you ran faster, you could play in the Internet cafe for an hour and a half, and then get lunch at the snack street when you came back.

Lin Qingluo's daily meal cost was seven yuan. Breakfast of fried dough sticks and tofu curd cost a total of one and a half yuan. Internet access at noon cost three yuan. The egg-filled pancakes were generous and only cost one and a half yuan.

With such a perfect economic distribution, Lin Qingluo can even save a dollar a day. If the time is right after school in the evening, he can also play Warcraft III with his classmates.

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The days of school seem to be the same. Only when I play computer games every day, I feel exciting and happy. For children in this era, computers are simply a symbol of beauty.

"Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh"

Lin Qingluo happily gnawed on egg-filled pancakes. The short man paced towards the school.

He ran very fast when he went to the Internet cafe today. He had plenty of time to go back to school, so there was no need to rush.

Boys generally develop late, and Lin Qingluo is even more typical. At just 13 years old, he is thin, short, and a little dark. His family even teases him that he is an African refugee.

Of course, this does not mean that Lin Qingluo cannot eat. He actually eats a lot, but he is a bit picky and does not absorb nutrients very well.

In this era, there is plenty of food and fish every day, a life that only rich people can have. The city has not yet turned into a steel forest, and children's happiness is also very simple.

"Um?!"

Lin Qingluo, who had extravagantly added sausage today, was happily enjoying the food when he suddenly felt a strange sight. He stopped and looked around inexplicably.

"Is it an illusion?"

Lin Qingluo moved his mouth in confusion. Since there was no toilet paper, he simply rubbed his greasy hands on the tree trunk next to him. It didn't matter if it got a little dust, at least it was no longer greasy.

Lin Qingluo, who didn't notice anything unusual, threw away the plastic bag in his hand, reminiscing about the refreshing feeling of playing the game just now, and walked happily to school...

Children who have just entered the first grade of junior high school have only two classes for self-study in the evening. They are not allowed to do homework in class, and they are often occupied by teachers from various subjects. They are in dire straits.

But the boys who have just entered puberty are as unwilling to live in peace as the mud monkeys. They keep making various little moves and passing notes, but time flies because of this.

The days are long and the nights are short in summer, but when the children are out of school, the sun is almost setting. Lin Qingluo and his friends are running happily because they finally leave the devilish cave of school.

On the way home, Lin Qingluo once again felt an inexplicable gaze. Without any fear, he stared and shouted into the alley next to him who it was.

In Lin Qingluo's imagination, the sight should be his illusion, and no one was following him at all. As a result, a figure actually walked out of the dim alley.

——He was undoubtedly a handsome uncle, with handsome and resolute features, in his early 40s, with a sense of accumulated vicissitudes of life.

"Sorry to scare you."

Uncle Vicissitudes had a strong aura and was obviously not an ordinary person, but standing in front of the little Lin Qingluo, he became as reserved as a primary school student, even a little at a loss.

"I...I didn't intend to disturb you, I just...just wanted to see you."

"What are you looking at me doing? I've never seen a handsome guy before."

Lin Qingluo was also a little scared, but at the age of 13, he often learned some lines from movies and refused to lose face no matter what happened.

"..."

Shan Lan didn't expect that Lin Qingluo would answer him like this. He coughed twice awkwardly, pointed to the Malatang stall next to him, and said he wanted to treat him to a meal.

A normal child would definitely be wary of strangers and reject the uncle's kindness, but Lin Qingluo was obviously not an ordinary person. He was very greedy. After hesitating for a moment, he nodded.

"..."

Although Shan Lan was walking in front, he waited until Lin Qingluo sat down before sitting next to him.Although Shan Lan had been patient, he kept smiling on his face and couldn't suppress it no matter what.

"Weird man, you don't have any money, do you?"

"Bring it! I have money..."

Shan Lan fumbled in his pocket and pulled out a pile of Thousand Island Country banknotes, which made Lin Qingluo frown.

"Is this foreign money for you?"

"Yes, from Thousand Islands Country."

"Where is the Thousand Island Country?"

"It's...the Thousand Island Country."

"Hmm... never heard of it."

Although Lin Qingluo's geography class was average, he had never heard of Thousand Islands. Is it a city on the other side of North America?

"No one will accept your money. Forget it, I'll treat you. But the most you can eat is one yuan and fifty cents. I only have three yuan."

"Okay, okay!"

Shan Lan looked down at the money in his hand and put it into his pocket thoughtfully. Then he sat next to him and watched Lin Qingluo skillfully select the prepared dishes.

"Uncle, what are you looking at me for? Come and choose. I invite you."

"No, I'm the same as you."

"alright."

Lin Qingluo felt that he had met a strange person, but for some reason, he was not afraid of him at all, but felt very close to him.

After choosing the dishes, the store owner added some sesame sauce. Lin Qingluo watched from the side and kept asking him to add more.

In order to save costs, the shop made the mahjong mixture very rare. Shan Lan watched this scene quietly, feeling inexplicably warm.

When the two of them sat down and started eating, Lin Qingluo ate very happily, snoring as if he was afraid of being grabbed by others, while Shanlan sat upright and kept eating at a constant speed.

"Uncle, are you from Thousand Islands Country?"

"I... sort of."

When Shan Lan replied, his body tensed unconsciously, his back straight, and he looked tired.

"Um...is this China?"

"What China? No, what kind of place is that?"

"Ahem...I haven't been to a country very close to my home."

Shan Lan vaguely understood something. He raised his head, looked at the unseen words all over the street, and looked at the lights of thousands of houses further away, and couldn't help showing a yearning expression.

"Emperor...cough cough cough! It's really peaceful here...it's so nice."

Chapter 186: The world built by memory

Although the person in front of Shan Lan at this time was 13-year-old Lin Qingluo, he immediately changed his words after discovering the mistake in his title.

Even though he reacted so quickly, this Coffin Clan man who roamed the battlefield still lowered his head like a child who made a mistake.

After a while, Shan Lan quietly raised his head. The young Lin Qingluo was sitting in front of him, concentrating on eating spicy hotpot, not noticing his little movements at all.

"..."

Seeing this situation, Shan Lan breathed a sigh of relief, but at the same time he was also a little happy.

After becoming a Coffin Clan, everyone can more or less remember some things from their lifetime. Shan Lan only remembers that he died in an accident, and there is no injustice, so he doesn't care about these memories.

But within the Coffin Clan, most of them have never forgotten their past, and some even go out of their way to look for their footprints.

The emperor is somewhere between the two. He does not avoid talking about the past, but he never mentions it casually.

Only occasionally, everyone will hear some things about his past life from the emperor's words. Although most of them are trivial things, they always make people feel very warm.

Shan Lan also didn't expect that he would have the opportunity to enter the emperor's soul dream and see the world in his memory.

Of course, Shanlan didn't just come here to play. As early as a thousand years ago, after the battle, the seriously injured emperor had foreseen this day, so he gave him an extremely important task.

In any case, before he dies, he can take a look at what the emperor looked like when he was still a human being, which can be regarded as a death without regrets.

"Lin...Lin Qingluo, what do you think of this world?"

"What do you want to see? Just sit and watch."

Lin Qingluo was gasping for breath from the heat, but he still couldn't stop using his chopsticks. Compared to the nervous Shan Lan, he was extremely relaxed at this time.

Under the influence of the Death Barrier, Lin Qingluo's self-perception has become that of a child. This false world is formed by his memory, and there will be no flaws.

However, Shan Lan is not in Lin Qingluo's memory, and his appearance is the breaking point of the logical closed loop.

"Lin Qingluo, I'm not kidding, I'm saying... this world is false, just an illusion."

"The Matrix?!"

Lin Qingluo didn't believe Shan Lan's words at all. Instead, he thought he was suffering from hysteria after watching too many movies.

But Shan Lan did not smile. He nodded solemnly, as if he was an apostle spreading the truth.

"Lin Qingluo, you are not the real you now. You can't be immersed in memories forever. You have to wake up."

"Okay~ I understand."

Lin Qingluo looked like you are like this, of course I followed your expression, Shan Lan had completed his task, he did not continue talking, but put down the chopsticks in his hand, stood up and walked out of the store.

At this moment, the night is filling the air, and thousands of lights are dotted in the darkness, like fireworks exploding in the sky, forever fixed on the earth, with a gorgeous and prosperous beauty.

Shan Lan somewhat understood why the emperor told him to give the newborn child some hints at this point.

Such a beautiful memory, the more you are immersed in it, the more difficult it is to break away, because everything the dream owner desires is here.

"This day, after all, has come."

Shan Lan began to follow the emperor when the Nine Prisons were first established. At that time, there were only a few people in their coffin clan, and everyone was as close as brothers and sisters.

At that time, the emperor told them his real name - Lin Qingluo, a person with very ordinary experiences.

Later, as the Nine Hells continued to grow, the emperor often fell into memories. Sometimes he would even sit there stupidly, with tears streaming down his face unknowingly.

"I miss my mother."

——When he said this, the emperor did not have the majesty of a king at all. He would always show a child-like confusion, like a little beast licking its wounds alone.

The first few coffins all knew that the emperor wanted to turn back into a human being.Especially after he met Nangong Nayue, he became a human and ascended to the highest level.

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