Zuo Qingcang was now only about one meter tall. He wore a small suit and an exquisite black bow tie around his neck. He looked like a young master from a big family.
Coupled with his jade-like face and big eyes, he could be said to be very cute.
However, this situation completely dissipated because of the coldness in his eyes and the murderous look on his face.
He rubbed his temples and said, "That's enough. Even this kind of memory has been dug out." The scene in front of him had been too long ago, so long that he could not remember it clearly.
However, at this moment, he finally understood.
The word "quiet" represented one's character, and the thick darkness represented one's inner closure.
Room 101 was the room where the nightmare happened.
The man's distorted face represented the blurred memory and the resentment he had toward this person.
And the woman lying on the ground...
'She's my mother. '
Zuo Qingcang looked at the man who was slowly standing up, still holding the kitchen knife in his hand and letting out a series of strange laughs. The murderous look on his body grew stronger and stronger, almost as if it had materialized.
When he saw the man with a swollen and distorted head, looking like a freak walking toward him step by step with the kitchen knife, he made the same choice as he had in the past.
He took a step forward, and his short body darted into the man's arms like a mouse. Then, he punched the man's crotch. Then, he punched again and again, as if he was hitting a wooden stake. The man was beaten until he could not resist.
Finally, with a flash of light in Zuo Qingcang's hand, the Divine Light Sword had directly pierced through the man's head. With a shake of his wrist, the man's head was cut into two halves. A wave of smelly juice and pus burst out, just like a burst of pulp.
"If you're dead, don't come back." After saying this, Zuo Qingcang looked coldly at the corpse on the ground. Then, he turned and left the room, as if the familiar grass and trees in the room could not make him feel the slightest bit of nostalgia.
Right now, Zuo Qingcang had completely taken on the appearance of an adult dressed in a suit and leather shoes. As clashing sounds kept on ringing out under his feet, he walked further and further into the corridor until he completely disappeared into the darkness.
Zuo Qingcang walked in the thick darkness for a long time. He didn't know if it had been ten minutes or ten years, but he felt that the darkness in front of him was getting thicker and thicker, and the range of his night vision was getting weaker and weaker.
It was as if the surrounding darkness was slowly engulfing him.
It was under such circumstances that a burst of sobbing could be heard in the empty corridor.
This sobbing sound was obviously that of a young girl. She was sobbing intermittently, and one could hear an unusual sense of desolation in her sobbing.
When Zuo Qingcang heard this voice, his eyes were slightly startled, revealing an expression that had never been seen before. It seemed to be nostalgia, and it seemed to be doubt.
However, this emotion came and went quickly. It only flashed in Zuo Qingcang's mind for a moment before it disappeared.
Just as Zuo Qingcang paused, the surrounding environment in the vision of his night vision was getting darker and darker. The rolling darkness like dark clouds was almost less than a meter away from Zuo Qingcang.
The sound of a girl's crying was getting closer and closer.
Suddenly, a wet feeling appeared at Zuo Qingcang's heel, as if something had grabbed his heel.
"Don't leave me here..."
"Alone here..."
"It's so sad..."
Zuo Qingcang slowly turned his head and saw a girl in her teens lying on the ground. A thin, pale hand like a chicken's claw was grabbing Zuo Qingcang's heel. From Zuo Qingcang's direction, he could only see the girl's back. She looked very thin and weak, as if she had not eaten for a very long time. Even so, the hand that grabbed Zuo Qingcang's heel was very strong.
On the ground where the young girl was lying, there was a pool of blood. Behind the girl, there was a long trail of blood with no end in sight.
And the sobbing sound came from under the girl.
"That's enough, do you all have to be like this?" Zuo Qingcang looked at the young lady who was lying on the ground behind him, and a complicated expression appeared in his eyes.
In the next moment, the girl slowly raised her face. It was a completely blurred face, as if her nose and mouth had been rubbed off. Only two black holes were left as she stared at Zuo Qingcang.
Zuo Qingcang looked at the girl whose face was blurred and said coldly, "The dead have no meaning."
"Because after a person dies, there is nothing left."
In the next moment, Zuo Qingcang's wrist moved slightly, and the Divine Light Sword instantly cut off the girl's head.
However, even though her head had been cut off, the girl's sobbing continued to enter Zuo Qingcang's ears. Countless granulation sprouts grew on the girl's body, and blood-colored tentacles stretched out, piercing toward Zuo Qingcang like long spears.
With a cold snort, Zuo Qingcang's wrist moved, and the Divine Light Sword turned into a light screen, completely cutting the girl in front of him into countless pieces of meat.
Then, he turned around and continued to walk toward the corridor in front of him.
'Extracting memories in an attempt to find the weakness of the soul.' Zuo Qingcang judged in his heart, 'If the weakness in my heart is very big, perhaps the monsters they turn into will be very strong.'
However, from the looks of it, these monsters were unable to withstand a single blow from Zuo Qingcang. This also meant that these so-called weaknesses in the soul did not leave any traces in Zuo Qingcang's heart.
From this, it could also be seen that Zuo Qingcang's childhood and youth were not very good. However, this was normal. If it were not for the dark past, how could the current Zuo Qingcang be?
It was impossible for humans to be born cold, merciless, and cruel. It was also impossible for them to have a good life and still roll around in the Asura Field all day long.
It was precisely because he had experienced the bottomless darkness that Zuo Qingcang was able to polish his soul and will so thoroughly.
It was precisely because he had experienced the feeling of helplessness when he was on Earth that he now had an astonishing pursuit of power.
As the girl's crying disappeared, the surrounding corridor seemed to light up a little bit. Zuo Qingcang also started to run quickly. As he ran quickly, the light in his line of sight grew brighter and brighter, and the darkness gradually disappeared.
He did not know how long he had run, and he could not feel the exact flow of time at all. Unknowingly, the surrounding corridor had become white, as if the corridor walls themselves were emitting light.
Unknowingly, the road in front of him finally came to an end. What appeared in front of Zuo Qingcang was a white space that he could not see the end of. It was like a white piece of paper.
About ten meters in front of Zuo Qingcang, a man was kneeling on the ground, staring blankly at the white ground in front of him.
On the ground was a white bracelet stained with blood.
The person kneeling in front of the bracelet was Ah Hu.
Zuo Qingcang walked up to Ah Hu's back. Looking at Ah Hu's dazed and unresponsive appearance, Zuo Qingcang frowned inwardly. 'It seems that this guy's mental state has a great flaw. Before I came here, he had already been wrecked.'
Thinking of this, he patted Ah Hu's shoulder and said, "Can you hear me?"
The other party did not respond. Zuo Qingcang's frown deepened.
'Do you want me to save him? But what's the use of this? What's the purpose of the mastermind making me run around in virtual reality? '
Zuo Qingcang could not figure it out. In the end, he turned his gaze to Ah Hu.
'According to the information, there are three ways to exit virtual reality. Either the device disconnects, log out using a command, or die in this world.
'Let me help you,' he thought to himself.
A ray of light lit up in his palm, and in the next moment, Ah Hu's head fell to the ground. Zuo Qingcang did not have the time to counsel Ah Hu and solve his psychological problems, so he chose the simplest and most violent method.
The whole white world began to shatter. Just as Zuo Qingcang thought that he would return to Sixth New York, another abnormal world appeared in front of him.
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