Chapter 187: Heavy Fog

Zi Shi couldn't count.

Every time, he would stop at the edge of the fog for a moment, as if confirming the direction, and then rush out violently.

Every time, he would be burned until even his bones were exposed.

Every time, he would be dragged back by Zi Shi before completely turning into ashes, forcibly fed blood and meat, and the remaining things would be pieced back together.

How could something without memory be so stubborn?

Stubborn not like a living thing.

The scorching erosion outside the fog seeped from the skin inward, burning through the muscles, touching the bone marrow, and then exploring deeper, as if wanting to scrape away the spiritual consciousness together.

The man's consciousness, however, was clutching something tightly, refusing to let go.

He didn't even know what he was insisting on.

Only knew he had to go out.

Only knew that a piece was missing from his heart.

That piece was lost, so he had to find it back.

"... Tsk."

Zi Shi cursed, his cane hitting the ground fiercely.

The red-haired man had already been burned to a half-kneel on the ground, everything below his shoulders was rotten meat, his scales burned and curled, black and red mixed, almost falling off.

Yet he was still moving forward, as if his body had long since stopped obeying him, and only some obsession was dragging him along.

Another more intense scorching erosion.

This time, even the skeleton began to crack.

When the skin and flesh peeled to the extreme, the shell suddenly shrank, and some force forcibly pressed him back to his original form.

The red hair disappeared.

The limbs collapsed.

Only a small, charred snake remained, curled on the ground at the edge of the fog, its tail still twitching unconsciously.

That was the last form he could keep.

Zi Shi sighed, bent down, and scooped up the little snake.

The snake body touched by his fingertips was scalding, the scales burned and curled, as if they could shatter at any time.

Yet the little thing was still struggling, wanting to rush out of the fog, clearly unable to move, but insisting on moving.

He held the snake in his palm, holding down its head that was twisting randomly.

"Stubborn donkey."

He cursed in a low voice. "If you really broke through the fog, you could indeed go anywhere."

The little snake was still twisting, its tail desperately trying to reach out.

Zi Shi shook his head, but his tone sank: "The problem is you are a mortal body. Trying again and again will have the same result. Without the Lord God's help, this is too difficult."

The little snake paused for a moment.

As if it heard, or as if it didn't understand at all.

It just slowly coiled its body back up, its breath weak but stubborn, as if as long as it could move, it would definitely try again.

Zi Shi looked at it, silent for a moment, and finally stuffed it into his sleeve.

"... Stay alive first."

He didn't have much time left in this instance. When the next batch of players came, Zi Shi would have to leave. The remaining road would need A Si to walk by himself. Zi Shi could only pray he wouldn't play himself to death.

Sigh, what's wrong with being a little snake, but he had to touch the troublesome thing of feelings...

A moment seemed very long, but looking back, it was no more than a snap of a finger.

Yesterday he was still lingering by the window, this morning he had already drifted away with the wind.

This was half a year after Su Mian left the Infinite Script Murder. Half a year, saying it's long isn't long, saying it's short isn't short.

People always have no concept of time, just like that sudden storm, that was the world-ending catastrophe known as the disaster for all mankind, which has now become a common occurrence.

Regressors don't need to go to the hospital, nor do they need to take medicine or have surgery. From the moment they know they are regressors, they should know their fate.

Some say they used up their points in their past lives, and this life is also finished. Others say they should have died long ago, but the incubation period of the genes in their bodies was too long, leading to no one discovering it.

In short, people learned to live in peace with this thing and didn't spread panic anymore.

More and more people poured into the Script Murder player software, including Qin Zheng and Su Huaishan. What made Su Mian feel lucky was that they were evolvers, but unfortunately, Su Mian didn't know how they survived in the instances.

From half a year to now, the couple had only entered one newbie instance. The completely ignorant two voted for the murderer by mistake and came back alive like this.

When they realized their daughter was a very powerful player, the worship in their eyes was undisguised, but Su Mian just listened silently to their praise, not saying a word.

Only she knew that in this half year, she hadn't entered that world again.

But if the points were exhausted, Su Mian would also become a regressor. She should have shown symptoms half a year ago. Her current neither-fish-nor-fowl appearance made her incomparably puzzled.

What made Su Mian even more puzzled was that Dr. Ma, who gave her psychological counseling, became the dean of the Biological Research Institute, while the former dean seemed to have regressed and died.

Now that the Progressive Regression Symbiosis Theory had been confirmed, and the existence of the Inner World had been confirmed, countless training institutions for Script Murder had emerged, but Su Mian couldn't be happy at all.

She even felt nauseous and wanted to vomit when she heard these few words.

【Anonymous poster: Why are my entries into the Inner World getting fewer and fewer? Am I going to regress?】

【Anonymous user 233: Don't create panic here. The Biological Institute has already said that more and more people are dying now, whether it's the main world or the game world. Without the support of player consciousness, the instances are of course getting fewer.】

【Anonymous user 256: Since the Lord God is human, why can't the rules be changed? People who are voted out will definitely die, which will only lead to more and more people dying. What's the point?】

【Anonymous user 48: Then what should I do... my points are too few, I'm afraid I will also become a regressor.】

Su Mian closed her phone and clicked on the WeChat page.

【Kapok: Zheng Zizhou, I need your help.】

The pop-up window flickered, and the person on the other side returned the message quickly.

"Mian Mian, the day after tomorrow is the first day of the Lunar New Year, is there anything you want to eat? Let Da Niu make it for you."

Qin Zheng leaned against the door wearing an apron, holding a spatula. Su Huaishan also drilled in from the door crack.

"Don't you want to eat cherry cake? Your mom saw a shop that is quite good. How about I order one for you tomorrow?"

Su Mian looked at the couple's spirited appearance and realized she had been too gloomy these past two days.

At times like this, they would try every means to buy all kinds of things to coax Su Mian to be happy. A warm current surged in her heart, making her incomparably at ease.

But she couldn't wait.

In any aspect, she couldn't wait.

She once thought that waiting could bring her the results she wanted, letting nature take its course, and everything would be solved. But now, Su Mian wanted to take the initiative.

She couldn't accept any result that made her uneasy.

So Su Mian raised her head and gave them a faint smile. "No need to buy, I might not be back in two days."

The couple looked at each other, their tone vigilant. "You little girl, it's almost the New Year, where do you want to go without staying at home?"

Su Mian shook her phone. The dialog box was Qiao Yinuo inviting her to a birthday party.

"I've met many friends. It's her birthday, I have to be there."

So that was the reason. Qin Zheng let out a sigh of relief. "Fine, fine, your friend isn't far, right? Pay attention to safety on the road." ===== CHAPTER 188 =====