[BL, MTL] I'm Not Shouldering This Blame

Chapter 40: Do Your Best

There was a groan in the corner of the studio. Recite.

Jian Hua raised his head when he heard this, and soon he determined that it was a person with an ability potential who had not yet fully awakened, and the power fluctuations around him were very scattered.

The deceased, who appeared in the studio, was probably the companion of this person.

Thinking of the horrific wounds on that corpse, this man may have also been attacked by monsters, covered in scars, or struggling between life and death.

Jian Hua hesitated, he didn't have medicine, he wasn't a doctor, and he couldn't save people even if he was in the past.

The mushrooms in his eyes made Jian Hua's forehead tremble, and he was afraid that the mushrooms would make old mistakes and drag people in front of him to "offer treasures". In the end, Jian Hua still chose to go to that corner to check out.

The studio is eight meters high, and the wild growth of mushrooms turns the flat land into undulating "hills".

Climbing up the "steep slope", what appeared in front of Jian Hua's eyes were deep pits deliberately surrounded by mushrooms, and inside were long-armed monkeys, some of them were dead, and some were screaming and struggling, but their movements were slow, and the white silk wrapped around their bodies was a life-threatening shackle.

Jian Hua's mood is difficult to describe in words.

He is like walking above a dungeon, the kind of cell where a prisoner will not die if he hits the "wall", only the one above has no mushrooms, and it is a large net of white silk intertwined. Through the grid of the white wire fence, you can see what is inside...... Those abandoned creatures of the world who are dying and gradually losing their lives.

This is not a dungeon at all, but an execution ground, a living coffin.

All I could hear was the soft sound of the white silk growing.

- You are the final villain of the book.

- You want to control the world.

The words that originally felt ridiculous resurfaced in his mind, and with the power of collapse, Jian Hua felt that he couldn't breathe for a moment. Everything in front of me is detached, distorted, ridiculous, and blurry.

Jian Hua subconsciously looked at Li Fei, who carelessly brushed aside the white silk that had hit his shoulder, and was looking around, with no smile on his face, but no expression of fear.

Feeling that something was wrong with Jian Hua, Li Fei turned his head and pointed to the corner at the end of the "Mushroom Dungeon": "The people are there." "

When you get closer, you can smell the familiar breath on Li Fei's body, as well as the steady strength to hold his arm.

"What's wrong?" The sound pierced through the barrier of chaos and was exceptionally clear.

Jian Hua grabbed a piece of driftwood and held Li Fei's palm with his backhand, and his warm body temperature penetrated through the skin contact to the bottom of his heart, dispelling the cold discomfort caused by the strange scenes and wails around him.

Jian Hua heard the sound of his own heartbeat again, and the sound of heavy breathing.

"I don't want that." Jian Hua's voice was weak, but his tone was unusually firm.

The mushroom swarm suddenly fell silent.

Growth and spread stopped, filaments everywhere and no longer shaking, and the gibbons in the dungeon struggled, howling several times louder, and trying to destroy the stipe that trapped them.