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Chapter 192: Compassionate Gods Save World-Weary Believers (25)

After Yan Qingning woke up, he found that the bandage on his wrist was oozing with scarlet blood again. He rubbed his brow with his other good hand, bit the edge of the bandage with his mouth, and removed the bleeding bandage again.

He is obviously used to doing this kind of thing, and can even be said to be exceptionally skilled.

The window in the room was open, and the wind from outside came through the window easily, making him feel a little cold.

Yan Qingning stood up and closed the window, and took advantage of the process to deal with the bloody bandages. After making sure that he looked nothing strange, he sat back at the table and stared blankly at the manuscript he wrote just before falling asleep.

Qing Ning had just switched from the memory in the dream to the memory in reality. She had not yet adapted to this sudden dizziness. She pressed her eyebrows to calm down her unnatural reaction.

Xiaobai was so dizzy that he fainted and lay softly on Qingning's shoulder. Only his little paws were holding on to the corners of Qingning's clothes to prevent him from falling.

The manuscript in front of him was still describing the advanced thinker who died young and the warlord ruler who died of illness. He turned around and added some follow-up notes on the paper.

"After his death, this warlord ruler looked for the soul of someone with advanced ideas, but he couldn't find it. He searched for many years and couldn't find it..."

This lunatic-like tone is in great conflict with the previous article, but it makes people unconsciously feel sorry for this warlord.

Just because these words are like the crazy words of a warlord mocking himself...

But both Qingning and Xiaobai knew that this was just because the author of this story was a madman.

A madman who longs for death!

Previously, they saw the aftermath of Yan Qingning's self-mutilation in a dream.

Yan Qingning clutched the sharp piece of porcelain, trying to force Zhuo'an to show up again by hurting himself, but Zhuo'an had been completely rejected by the world, so his efforts would be in vain.

Under the negative effects of alcohol and blood loss, his energy was not enough to last for long, and he collapsed beside the grave without a monument not long after.

Perhaps it was because he was so favored by the world that even the world couldn't bear to watch his beloved son pass away in this sparsely populated world.

In a place that was supposed to be isolated from the world and desolate, a rescue team suddenly appeared.

"Captain, there is a person here!"

A fat girl in the rescue team pointed at Qing Ning, who was lying unconscious on the edge of the grave with blood on his hands, and said anxiously: "Why is there so much blood on his hands?!"

Compared to the girl's anxiety, the captain was obviously much calmer.

"Go and see if he's breathing first!"

A tall, thin young man leaned over and sniffed Yan Qingning's breath, then turned to the captain and said, "He is breathing, but very weakly. It feels like he is dying after losing too much blood."

The captain glanced at Yan Qingning's current condition, and his eyes fell on his blood-covered hands. He frowned and said, "First clean up the wounds on his hands briefly, and then prepare the corresponding first aid measures."

A doctor on the team took a clean handkerchief and wet it with water. He was about to wipe the blood on Yan Qingning's hands when he suddenly looked into Yan Qingning's deep, dark eyes.

"who are you?"

The dark eyes were full of cold and sharp vigilance.

The doctor was startled by his look and took a big step back unconsciously.

Seeing that he was awake, the captain explained: "We are a forest rescue team. We found you fainted here and are preparing to help you clean your wounds."

"Have you encountered any difficult problems?"

Although the vigilance in Yan Qingning's eyes has not faded, her attitude has improved a lot.

He calmed down and said, "My teacher passed away today. I came here to express my condolences. There are no difficult issues."

"Sorry!" The captain looked at him apologetically: "I didn't mean to mention your sadness."

Yan Qingning shook his head: "It's okay, it's just a matter of life and death."

The doctor took a look at the injury on his hand and asked him uneasily: "Your hand?"

"It's just that I can't accept the fact that the teacher is leaving for the moment." Yan Qingning said to him with a smile: "Don't worry about this, I have accepted this reality now."

There were still some people in the rescue team who were not sure whether his condition was stable. They looked at him curiously, but also believed what he said.

No one thought that he was trying to use death to find a god that did not exist in this world at all...

From the perspective of a bystander, Qing Ning naturally knew the reason for his self-mutilation.

He was using this extreme method to pray for the gaze of a god.

This is crazy behavior.

It is also the greatest psychological comfort they can give themselves...

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Yan Qingning bit her pen, and instead of filling in the follow-up, she pressed this unfinished story at the bottom of the manuscript.

He found another piece of rice paper and a brush, and patiently sketched bit by bit, with a rare calm expression on his face.

Qingning didn't bother to care about what he had drawn, and was about to move elsewhere to find a way to leave his memory and see Zhuo'an as soon as possible, but Xiaobai grabbed him by the collar.

Xiaobai looked at him eagerly: "Master, let's go see what he drew, okay?"

"Just take a look to make sure..."

"Knowing what you drew in the past will be of great help to us in the future to complete our memory, won't it?"

Qing Ning stared at his deliberately pitiful look, moved her eyes away for a while, and nodded reluctantly: "Okay, just take a look."

Xiaobai, who got the affirmative answer, rushed from his shoulders to the top of his head, and lay on top of him happily: "Master, let's go there quickly!"

The corner of Qingning's mouth twitched because of Xiaobai's series of flowing movements, but he didn't dampen Xiaobai's interest, and walked slowly towards Yan Qingning with his head on his head.

But when he saw clearly the person Yan Qingning was drawing, his steps stopped unconsciously.

Yan Qingning was completely unaware of this, and still held the pen and sketched the person in his heart bit by bit.

Xiaobai was lying on top of Qingning's head, and his sight was somewhat obstructed. At first he felt that Qingning had stopped, and he hurriedly poked his head out to see what was going on.

But just because he probed his head this time, his eyes unconsciously fell on the human figure sketched on the rice paper.

His eyes suddenly widened, he grabbed Qing Ning's hair and said, "Host, isn't this the face of the Judge?!"

"How could he still remember this?!!"