Chapter 992

Chen Ru left. Of course, she would not stay here. In fact, she would not even stay for long.

Although Chen Ru had betrayed them during the Fu Su incident, everything at that time had lost the value of arguing because of the old rich man's actions. Chen Ru's actions had also lost their meaning. Therefore, Su Bai and Fatso did not have much hatred for Chen Ru. At most, they would tease her for being a stupid woman.

However, at the very least, Chen Ru could not be with Su Bai and the others like she used to be.

The relationship between people was actually maintained by that bit of meaning. Once that bit of meaning was gone, the relationship would be severed.

However, what Chen Ru said before she left touched Su Bai deeply.

It was not that Chen Ru said that she had sacrificed her life and only had three months of lifespan left. To this crazy woman, this kind of thing was really not surprising.

Actually, it was Chen Ru's description of the choice.

Perhaps …

He was really thinking too much.

In the past, he did not think much of the hard times. However, when he had just lived a good life, his thoughts were different.

Su Bai raised his head and looked at the night sky that seemed to have become clearer because of his battle with Boss Liang. His eyes fell into deep thought.

In the past, when he only had one path to Huashan, he could put all his eggs in one basket. It was difficult, but he did not know where he should go next. Now, the conditions seemed to be better, and he was more relaxed. Instead, he was a little hesitant.

However, a special energy fluctuation soon interrupted Su Bai's thoughts.

"What's wrong?" Fatso asked in confusion.

"I have an old friend that I haven't seen for a long time to meet," Su Bai replied.

"Why do you have so many old lovers?" Fatso said in a very annoying manner, "Look at how you usually look like a deep well of ice. In the end, you can't even count the number of lovers you have."

Su Bai smiled and ignored Fatso's teasing. His figure disappeared from where he was.

Fatso shook his head and went to warm the milk for the little girl. He muttered,

"Men are indeed unreliable. Children are more important."

…

At this moment, a little boy was crawling in the grave with difficulty. His body was full of wriggling maggots. Most of his muscle tissue had rotted, and countless snakes, insects, rats, and ants were shuttling through his body. His eyes, ears, mouth, and nose seemed to have become the doors and windows of these things.

However, the little boy was still crawling persistently.

For undead creatures,

The standards of death were different from ordinary people.

If an ordinary person did not breathe, had no heartbeat, and had no temperature, they would be considered dead.

If they could not move, they would not be able to move.

You can't move. You can't move.

Then they would be considered dead.

The little boy was currently enduring immense pain and pressure, but he did not give up, because once he gave up, what awaited him would be a bottomless abyss.

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The little boy gritted his teeth and continued to crawl.

At the mention of the Phoenix's Nirvana, gorgeous images would appear in people's minds. The proud Phoenix, the noble wings, the brilliant lava, and the breathtaking beauty.

However, Nirvana was sometimes not very fancy. Just like when the monk achieved Dao half a year ago, someone came to worship Buddha, and the monk became Buddha. For example, this boy was also undergoing Nirvana.

Time passed slowly. The little boy's body fell into a stagnation. He was tired. He was indeed tired.

He was not a genius, nor did he have any exceptional opportunities. In fact, to a certain extent, he belonged to the group of people who were spoiled by the radio. Even with the help and support of the radio, it was still an extremely difficult task for him to prove his Dao.

At this time, there was no one in the cemetery area. A restriction had been set up in the surroundings, and all the tombstones had been flipped over. All kinds of urns with ashes appeared to be exquisitely arranged.

Wang Wang Wang Wang wang Wang Wang He Wang in, he But, he, and, and, and, and, and, he, and, and was. and., and., and, and, and, and.

But he was still one breath away.

I can't lift it up!

He really couldn't raise it!

Su Bai appeared here. As a zombie, of course he could sense the little boy's energy fluctuations.

However, Su Bai did not expect that the two of them would meet again in this way. Perhaps, if Su Bai and he did not happen to be in Shanghai now, Su Bai would not remember the boy who showed him the photo album.

Su Bai took out the album and flipped through it casually.

The little boy struggled to raise his head. When he saw that it was Su Bai, he just smiled dejectedly. He was a little tired.

He didn't even have the strength to greet the "kindred spirits" of the past.

"Your artworks in the past two years have become a bit cliché. You don't have the same imagination as before."

Su Bai commented.

This was a very strange scene.

One boy's body was almost rotting.

Beside him, a young man was holding an album and seriously discussing art with him.

"I'm tired," the boy said.

He didn't mean that he was tired now, but he was tired in his own artistic style.

Su Bai nodded. "Indeed, the later ones are all for the sake of filming. Although those people who were tortured to death and made into various poses by you are scum who deserve to die, it's really a waste of materials for you to waste their bodies to shoot this kind of trash."

Su Bai continued to comment.

The boy lowered his head and didn't say anything else. He knew that Su Bai was right.

Su Bai remembered that when he came here before, the boy was sitting in a corner of the office in the park, flipping through the book in his hand. At that time, when the two of them met, there was a bad smell … No, it was a feeling of mutual appreciation.

The boy's aesthetic control of torture, death, corpses, and cold temperature was indeed unique. Every photo and every pose could make people in the same way marvel at the photographer's imagination.

However, people would always grow up. Just like how boys used to be called little boys, now they were called boys.

As people grew up, some of their spirituality slowly dissipated.

Su Bai put down the album. This was the first time he was sizing up the condition of his former "friend".

The oil lamp had run out.

"Let me help you." Su Bai said. With Su Bai's current status and strength, it was not impossible for him to forcefully extend the boy's life and help him break through.

"Burn the second half of the album. Leave the first half. You can keep it for your collection," the boy replied.

In a sense, it was a rejection of Su Bai's help.

Even children cared about their pride. In fact, adults were often more willing to give in and were not as stubborn as children.

"If I delete it, it won't exist anymore?" Su Bai asked.

The boy was silent. His eyelids had already begun to slowly close at this moment.

"Zombies are born from the resentment of heaven and earth. They do not belong to the five elements and disdain reincarnation. Humans and Gods are angered. Look at you now. You're like a salted fish waiting to die."

The little boy was still unmoved.

Su Bai took out his phone and turned on the camera. "Since you plan to die with your stubbornness and persistence, let me help you take one last photo. In the past, you used to take photos of other people's corpses. This time, you'll be the material.

Can you still move?

Then choose a style that you think is the most suitable. "

When the boy heard this, his body trembled slightly. His originally closed eyes slowly opened at this moment.

For an artist, losing their passion for creation and inspiration was tantamount to losing the meaning of life.

And now, he seemed to have obtained some inspiration from Su Bai's words. This inspiration was even more exciting and effective than the sudden injection of vitality.

Su Bai raised his phone and pointed the camera at the boy. He urged, "Hurry up. Don't die before you set it up properly."

The boy sped up.

He tried his best to turn over.

Su Bai took two steps back and made the boy appear on the phone camera with his head down and feet up.

The boy was now facing up.

His arms slowly uncurled and lay flat on the ground.

His legs were also as flat as possible.

At this moment, he did not look like he was lying in a cemetery. It was more like he was lying on a beach full of golden sunlight.

Then, the boy's face began to show a kind of "Inexperienced", "Innocent", and all kinds of beauty that belonged to a child.

A rotten body.

A wriggling maggots.

Snakes, insects, rats, and ants that came in and out.

Coupled with a boy's innocent and flawless face.

The contrast of the scene was indeed deep enough. This could indeed be called a wonderful work. It could make people's scalps tingle after seeing it. It was a work that could make people fall into contradictory emotions.

However, Su Bai shook his head.

"Not enough."

As he spoke,

Su Bai raised his foot.

He stepped on the boy's face.

With Su Bai's current strength, he could fight with boss Liang for three hundred rounds in the void. The strength of this kick was not something the zombie boy could withstand even if he was at his peak, let alone when he was on his last breath.

"Pa..."

Half of the zombie boy's face was crushed by Su Bai's stomp.

Right now.

The zombie boy only had half of his face left.

Half of his innocent and flawless face.

The other half of his face disappeared.

Coupled with the highly rotten body of the maggots,

That sense of contradiction and conflict instantly rose to another level!

"Kacha..."

Su Bai pressed the shutter.

Then, he squatted down and brought the phone screen to the boy. He did not care if the boy was dead or alive.

"Are you satisfied with this one?"

The boy's body, which had completely lost his breath, began to tremble slowly.

The decayed body actually began to recover at this moment.

His face, which had collapsed, actually grew new flesh.

The aura on his body began to soar again.

An aura that belonged to the Great Dao gradually spread.

However, the boy did not care about any of this.

As soon as his mouth recovered, he couldn't help but exclaim in admiration:

"Perfect..."