CH 90.1

In the live broadcast room.

[587 people…this number breaks the record ah!]

[As expected of God Xin, awesome!]

[Hahahaha, who said God Xin can’t do it? Who said the Emperor had the right time, the right place, and the right people? Come out and crawl for me.]

[Gu Yong, Gu Yong. I’ll crawl, I’ll crawl again. I’m really convinced this time.]

*Gu Yong- rushing forward.

[Hahaha, God Xin not only survived but even resurrected 583 players, the system is stuttering, this is fun!]

[System: This is too hard.]

[What is the most important thing? It is that that we must try to survive on the last day while clearing copies. Meanwhile, God Xin’s last day is calm and peaceful, as if we are watching the finale of a literary film.]

[Hey, you’re right! The last copy was also like that. The loving couple not only went on a honeymoon on the last day but also went to watch The Night Walk of a Hundred Ghosts. One would think they were watching the Lantern Festival.]

[So the question arises, is the last attacker, the current attacker?]

[I don’t care whether he is or not, in my heart he already is.]

[This is the most interesting live broadcast room that I’ve ever been in. There are preludes, reversals, climaxes, face slaps, love scenes, and finales. There is nothing more comfortable than this. I love this kind of beginning and ending. It is like a slow burn.]

[Brothers, I plan to enter a copy when God Xin’s Live Stream is over. I have been avoiding it for a long time, but I know that there’s no use running away. God Xin had given me great courage and inspiration, if I can come back alive, I will come to the live room to tell you!]

[Go, good luck! I hope all goes well for you, but don’t learn from this Emperor!]

[I’m going too, I hope I’ll come out alive, I’ll be back in the next Livestream!]

[I hope you all come back alive and well. Come on, brothers and sisters, don’t give up, we can definitely leave this hellhole!]

[Yes, we can! Come on!]

The bullet screen in the broadcast room was suddenly filled with words of encouragement and cheers which soon overshadowed the screen.

The players didn’t despair and complain, but cheered each other one after another.

Something called “courage” and “hope” quietly rose in everyone’s hearts when they didn’t notice it.

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“How about it? We were great, right?”

Xia Chi’s eyebrows danced excitedly as he looked at Zhou Guang who came back from the dead. When his narration came to the climax, he jumped and exaggerated the performance.

Not only Zhou Guang, who knew nothing, but even Li Cancan and Liang Xi were dumbfounded.

Zhou Guang pressed his chest. He felt his lost and found heartbeat, and his eyes were red, “Thank you guys.”

He initially had self-awareness when he first became an Undead.

He was alive, but dead, and even his race has changed.

That kind of despair and panic could only known by those who had experienced it firsthand.

But he was luckier than the Emperor, he haf Bai Lixin.

In the initial warm up game, he felt that the other party was lazy, arrogant, and always carried a condescending sense of superiority.

His first impression was that Bai Lixin was a rich young master whose intelligence was far beyond the ordinary.

Smart and witty but unaware of human suffering. That kind of person would prefer to keep to himself, and others were synonymous with stupidity in his eyes.

He expected him to be like those people who look on at the world’s suffering with a bystander attitude.

But he was hit hard in the face.

He was cold and aloof, but full of good intentions.

He would privately reassure Li Cancan when she was panicking, and would use a calm tone and humor to soften the oppressive feeling brought on by the thrill and terror.

Not only did he take care of the players, but he also treated the NPCs with kindness. In his eyes, players are life, and the NPCs are also a kind of life.

Even for him, although he and Bai Lixin had known each other early in the game, they had only been with each other for a few days so they didn’t have a deep friendship. But Bai Lixin was willing to come to this copy.

Although Bai Lixin never said it was for him, he knew it without having to ask.

Zhou Guang raised his head and looked at the back of the young man walking in the green field with the tall Undead, his eyes were hazy with mist.

At a time when he had been completely discouraged, it was Bai Lixin who broke the barrier of death and pulled him out. Not only him but 583 other people!

A handkerchief was put before his eyes. Zhou Guang lowered his head and looked over the arm that held up the handkerchief.

Li Cancan was looking at him with concern.

Zhou Guang couldn’t hold back any longer, he picked up the handkerchief and covered his face before bursting into tears.

The handkerchief covered his face, allowing him to cry unrestrainedly. The pure white handkerchief soon had wet patches.

The resurrected players around had also reacted and also started crying.

Xia Chi and the other two looked at each other and did not speak. They quietly accompanied Zhou Guang, placing their arms on each other’s shoulders as they silently gave him support and strength.

Some players came to Xia Chi’s group with shame. They hesitated for a moment, and one finally gritted his teeth and looked at Xia Chi guiltily, “Sorry, it’s us who misunderstood you guys. Also, thank you for saving us.”

Xia Chi looked up at these people.

These were the players who entered the copy with them. All except Wen Ziqing were now before them.

Xia Chi remembered what happened earlier and his face immediately became gloomy, “I didn’t save you,what are you thanking me for?!”

The man became embarrassed, and cautiously said, “Then, then should we go to thank God Xin?”

Xia Chi’s eyes widened, “Don’t you have eyes? Can’t you see that my brother is on a date? At that time, you were blind and deaf and listened to the slander, and now you still won’t let my brother enjoy himself a bit?”

The five immediately nodded their heads, “Yes, yes, you are right. I don’t blame Wen Ziqing for using us as guns, nor do I blame Wen Ziqing for sneaking up on us and killing us later, I blame our weak will and decision to listen to slander. It’s all our own fault, we deserve it.”

“We are just a bunch of idiots, we cursed ourselves as well, we curse ourselves greatly, and loudly. We love to hear our curses!”

Xia Chi: “……”

Get lost, my mom won’t let me play with idiots!

The five “idiots” left in a despair, and Li Cancan looked back and forth in the resurrected crowd, “I can’t find Wen Ziqing, is he not here?”

Xia Chi rolled his eyes and snorted in disgust, “Who cares if that scum is alive or not? It’s one less scourge if he dies.”

Because of the large number of undead, they had come from the palace hall to the green field.

Zhou Guang cried so hard that he simply put the handkerchief over his face and fell on his back on the grass, crying.

Xia Chi was about to say something when a black shadow appeared in front of him.

He looked and saw the Undead mage that chose Wen Ziqing as a disciple.

The Undead mage stood in front of Xia Chi’s group with a frown, “I knew that Bai Lixin, that child, was smart and would have great achievements. It’s great.”

The corners of Xia Chi’s mouth twitched, “Teacher, weren’t you talking about Wen Ziqing when you said that?”

The Undead mage did not choose to ne resurrected, and he continued, “Child, what are you talking about? How can my vision be that bad?”

Xia Chi, “Heh.”

The Undead mage abandoned the hypocritical face, put his hands together and said, “Anyway, thank you.”

With those words, his body was suddenly enveloped with a white light.

Shouts rang out on the green field.

Xia Chi’s group looked up and saw several Undead glowing with a white light. With this light, the outline of the Undead mage also began to blur, and he started turning to dust.