StarTie Simulation: Aren’t you NPCs?

Chapter 220 May the Dead Rest in Peace

Wu Xuan looked at the two students who were slowly walking away, without any surprise or other emotions in his heart.

He had heard these words, almost every time he went out.

This is why he has no negative emotions about this now.

——He was tired of listening.

The statements made by these people seemed as if they were deliberately hypnotized by someone. They were nothing more than "a bunch of monsters" and "hidden dangers to the world" and so on.

Wu Xuan’s opinion on this is… a mentally retarded person should look like a mentally retarded person.

If they were really monsters and a threat to the world, they should have picked up the "Imperial Swords" in their hands and killed all of them.

The "World-Protecting Sword" will become the "World-Destroying Sword".

But Wu Xuan didn't have the heart to correct them. After all, they had their own mouths. Qian, the only one who was really capable of teaching these people how to maintain basic respect for them, couldn't do anything without the World Protection Sword.

Thinking of this, Wu Xuan sighed slightly, then turned around and looked at everyone with different expressions.

"Everyone, this is why I have always been reluctant to let you go out and about."

To Wu Xuan, letting these people, who were already somewhat broken, come to the front of the stage was a little too... cruel.

"This is our current situation. We are like rats crossing the street, everyone is shouting and beating us."

"Under the manipulation of those guys, we no longer even have the reputation of protecting them. Instead, we are left with the words we just said."

"Monsters, lunatics, hidden dangers to the world, etc., these are all the names they call us."

Having said that, Wu Xuan sighed slowly and did not continue.

For many people, what they need is not only a kind of mental help, but also an impulse from the heart.

——They really wanted to plan to steal the knife that belonged to them and then completely destroy the world.

But this is really absurd, even ridiculous.

Because they can't get their own knives now, even if they rush in to cause damage, it will only make their reputation worse.

This point couldn't be clearer to everyone present.

The people who had just walked out exchanged glances and finally decided to solve the problem in a more special way.

——Run.

Although escape cannot solve the problem from the root, it can prevent the problem from further escalating to the point of causing one's own death.

Then everyone strolled around the street, bought some food and daily necessities, and returned to their base, which was the wooden house.

Looking at the people in front of him who were somewhat embarrassed but tacitly chose to give up discussing the matter, Wu Xuan sighed softly.

Even though they are in good spirits now and still have the mood to chat and laugh, a seed has been planted in their hearts because of this incident.

A seed that explodes when they are imbued with the void.

……

Time passed by little by little, and since the last time they went to the outside world, no one had any discussion about this matter.

For them, what is important is not only the reaction of the masses, but also the changes in their own hearts.

To be honest, if they really had power now, they would probably have already started to instigate others to join them in the revolutionary cause.

But that's not possible, not at all.

So all they can do is stay here and wait for the questioning of fate to come.

For them now, every day they pass will cause them to suffer to varying degrees.

The whispers in my ears kept disappearing and reappearing, and the emptiness and nothingness in my heart were expanding infinitely, as if everything had lost its meaning.

The sense of emptiness in everyone's hearts was constantly expanding. Wu Xuan saw all of this and kept it in mind, but he was powerless to do anything.

For him, from the moment he "truly" turned into a ghost, everything was irreversible.

The fatigue and emptiness on their faces became heavier and heavier. The courtyard, which originally had some vitality, instantly became... dead silent under the influence of this atmosphere.

Neither Wu Xuan nor Huang Quan were the talkative types, so in the end the whole wooden house became dead silent.

Today's "knife-wielding men" are like powder kegs that have reached their explosive limit, the kind that will explode even if poked with a finger.

And today, one of these powder kegs finally...exploded.

"Lan" and "Shuang", who were originally a model couple, unexpectedly... had a fight.

It seemed that neither of them could tolerate the "sense of nothingness" that the other brought, but they had no way to control it, so the helplessness brought by this thing made them... completely explode.

As a violent vortex of wind destroyed "Lan"'s own room, and a bitter cold frost came out from "Shuang"'s own room, all of this... symbolized loss of control.

Seeing this, Wu Xuan and Huang Quan nodded at the same time, then hurriedly brought the remaining people out of the wooden house, and then... began to contact the official people.

This is all they can do now, there is really no other way.

They are the "Knife Holders", and if they cannot get the "World Protection Sword" that is bound by the contract with them, they really have no way out.

But "Lan" and "Shuang" are different. Once they transform into ghosts, they will attract the "World-Protecting Sword" that belongs to them, as if all this was planned.

As a green light and an ice-blue light flashed in the air, Wu Xuan's heart completely sank.

Having killed Shin and Sora with his own hands, he knew exactly what this meant.

"Am I finally going to attack you?"

Wu Xuan shook his head helplessly, but the only thing he could do was to quickly retreat with Huang Quan and several other "knife-wielding men", and then...

Waiting for those people to deliver the "World Protection Sword" belonging to him and Huang Quan.

He hasn't turned into a ghost yet, and can't completely control the "truth", so he can't summon the sword from a thousand miles away like these two guys.

“May the deceased rest in peace.”

Huang Quan sighed softly and said nothing more.

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