First Player

Chapter 4 · "You have to be a good person."

"Boom——!" A loud noise suddenly came.

The volcano erupted.

The violent sound erupted like the end of the world.

Thick magma and hot volcanic ash erupted like brilliant fire clouds. The gravel and scalding gas hit people's heads as if they were swallowing everything.

The air rises, trembles, burns, explodes...

When the boulders and flames hit, Su Mingan swung his knife.

"boom--!"

The fluctuations spread in the space, and the crisis above was temporarily delayed for a second, but the scope of the stone falling was too large, and they could not escape from this scope.

At this moment, a flash of white light lit up, blocking the gravel that followed.

"Hide behind me—!"

Sissi's mother Chushan stood at the end of the team and held up a defensive shield to protect the children who had no time to escape. The four surviving children followed her, including Chang Sheng, who had probably left alone.

Her protective shield is not omnipotent and can only amplify her defensive power.

Due to facing the high temperature, her palms became bright red and hot, and even the black hair on her forehead began to burn.

Her fingers were beautiful and slender, as if they had been carefully maintained. But at this moment, it started to spontaneously ignite like firewood, the flesh and blood began to curl, and the nails shrank like burnt popcorn.

Her black hair hung loosely behind her back. It was once as smooth as satin, but it was responsible for transferring heat and had begun to wither, gradually turning into charcoal black powder.

The soles of her feet began to feel hot, making a strange sound like fingernails scratching a blackboard. She held on to the ground to prevent herself from falling back due to the impact.

Because behind her are her husband and children.

Her husband Sike held her hand, but it was like holding a hot iron, and his hand was red from the heat.

"Shanshan, you..." Sike was so burned that he withdrew his hand. He gritted his teeth and held her hand again.

Chushan took the initiative to let go of his hand.

She faced the scalding temperature all over her face and put a red robe on Sissi's body with her burnt hands.

The red robe was very wide, almost covering Sissi, and her little face was like a wisp of white snow in the fire.

"Mother."

Seeing this red robe covered with stitches, Sissi suddenly remembered countless nights when Chu Shan was busy under the lamp.

There is always a small needle and red cloth burning under the oil lamp, until mother's shadow blends with the fireworks in the rich twilight.

...Then her eyes met her mother's.

Chushan's eyes were dark, like black pearls, and they were always full of reproach to her, as if they wished she could grow up quickly and become the best adult she could be.

Sissi would often get angry at this woman. As the most pampered little princess in the tribe, she would yell at her for the heavy training tasks, and she would also get angry at Chushan's harsh criticism.

She has been arrogant and willful towards her mother, like an ignorant child.

She never thought her mother would die.

…

The red mother pulled her brother up, patted his shoulder, and touched her head.

Chushan did not dare to touch them, fearing that the temperature of her body would burn them.

"Mother--!"

Sissi suddenly reached out and hugged her, whose whole body was red.

"Stab la la——"

The scalding temperature burned Sissi's palms, and her arms began to fester, making a scorching sound, and there were large areas of burns that could not be healed.

Chu Shan turned around, facing the boundless bright red flames.

Her skin and flesh were rolled up, and her eyes were hard to see clearly on her face, which was gradually starting to turn black.

She let go of the defensive shield in her hands.

The hood leaped over her flame-engulfed body and snapped over the children's heads.

"Qiqi, Sissi." She pushed away Sissi's hand that hugged her, as if tearing apart a piece of muscle with bones and bones: "...you will always be my mother's pride."

Like a pillar inserted into the earth, her skin turned redder and redder like a watermelon scoop, but she did not take a step back.

The mother's thin figure grew taller at this time.

In the bright red, her body bones were deformed by the high temperature, like a dead old tree.

The long-lasting black mist penetrated the defensive shield and kissed her burning black hair.

…

She disappeared in the red.

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[Current emotional value: 300 (if it reaches 500 or above, the "Judgment" skill can be activated)]

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The defensive shield still retains its defensive power and can follow them forward.

Chushan poured her last strength into this mask so that her children could walk on the road paved by her life.

During this period, except for Feng Qiqi and Xixi, the four surviving children died one after another. The temperature here was too high, and the curse surging on their bodies could not withstand the violent fluctuations in the environment.

Sick kept his head lowered and remained silent. He followed the children like a wooden figure, with red burns still on his hands.

Finally, they left the most dangerous area and came to the forest.

The woods are burning with flames, and the fire has spread here.

Feng Qiqi spit out a mouthful of blood.

His violent coughing sound was particularly clear in the woods, and frightening black lines appeared on his arms.

His curse had been suppressed once before, and with the fierce fighting all the way, it was about to break out again.

"...Brother." Sissi squeezed his wrist, her voice almost inaudible.

A hot red robe was draped over her body, and her legs and feet were already weak.

Su Mingan watched all this silently.

Judging from the consequences and the future situation, he already knew what would happen next.

Sure enough, Si Ke, who had been silent all this time, took a step forward and pulled Feng Qiqi, who was already starting to lose consciousness.

He pulled Feng Qiqi forcefully, pulled up Feng Qiqi's trembling hands, and clamped the back of his neck.

"obedient."

This man, who seemed to have suddenly aged more than ten years after Chushan's death, controlled Feng Qiqi, who was constantly struggling.

"Don't—! I don't want it!" Feng Qiqi saw this action and realized what would happen next, and he began to struggle violently.

However, he had become weak and had no power to resist under Si Ke's hands.

Si Ke stretched his hands back and grabbed Feng Qi Qi's hands. The two of them were holding hands like a tug of war. After a moment, Si Ke exerted force, and Feng Qi Qi's hands were forced to touch the back of Si Ke's neck. superior.

Like a child riding on the shoulders and neck of its parents, Feng Qiqi leaned on his father's broad back.

He burst into tears.

The black line gradually spread from his body to Si Ke's body.

This is what Siboer said, a means of passing curses between blood relatives.

The transmitter can pass his curse to others by touching the back of the neck of a loved one, thus reducing the concentration of his own curse.

Xi Ke was forcefully holding Feng Qi Qi's hand to share the power of the curse with him.

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As Thicke delivered the curse, the shields above their heads began to crack.

The raging flames and scalding hot wind began to attack the group of people below.

Su Mingan, who was standing at the end of the team, turned around and picked up the knife.

He swung the knife upward.

"boom--!"

The surging flames were cut open by him and vented to the surroundings as if flowing across the sea.

The violent trembling space fluctuations were like a defense above, protecting the father and son who were passing on the curse. Su Mingan stood under the vibration and heard Feng Qiqi's whimpering voice behind him.

"...Dad, I don't want..."

"Qiqi, you are already thirteen years old this year. You are not young anymore. When this disaster is over and you go back, you... must atone for your sins to all the dead people.

We are the inherited family Zewan, and we shoulder the task of protecting the people. No matter what... you have to fulfill your duties, and you have to atone for the surviving people throughout your life. "

"I will atone for my sins. I was the one who set the fire. Just let me die here... Why do you and your mother have to stand in the way? You are the real young patriarch. I don't matter..."

"..." Sick closed his eyes.

The spreading black line climbed up his arm. His condition was not good to begin with, but when he forcibly took over Feng Qiqi's curse, his life was coming to an end uncontrollably.

When he spoke again, his voice was hoarse.

"I am the young leader of the tribe." He said: "...but before that, I was your father."

He held Feng Qiqi's hand against the back of his neck tightly, and rode his shoulders and neck like a father letting his child play.

The big hands were clenched tightly, as if he was afraid that if he let go for a moment, the child on his shoulders would fall off.

"Qiqi, I don't regret being born in Zewan's family. What I regret is that...the backward inheritance of the clan...the ritual of worshiping gods prevented me from watching you grow up smoothly," he said.

"boom--!"

Su Mingan swung his sword again and cut away the surging forest fire.

The black earth rolled up into blood-red waves of fire, and the hot wind raised his black hair.

He raised his head and looked at the low sky.

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【Ming'an. Dad does not regret his actions of saving people. 】

[But, I’m sorry, dad couldn’t grow up with you. 】

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"Sissi is innocent, but the people will still be angry with her. You can't let her go back to the first tribe with you." Sick said: "...from now on, you will be alone. You have to be good."

As he spoke, he gradually began to cough.

The dangerous curse and the pain of beating like a drumstick slowly moved away from Feng Qiqi's body, passing to a broad back.

Feng Qiqi gasped and cried. Why didn't he know how much pain the figure in front of him was suffering at this time?

But he was too weak to move, and his hands were tightly wrapped by a pair of warm big hands. These big hands were extremely strong, like iron hoops that prevented him from leaving, and like a warm current moisturizing his riddled body. Body.

At this moment, what flashed like lightning was his desire to atone for his sins throughout his life.

... He wants to abolish this backward ritual of worshiping gods.

He will... hate everything that brings curses and disasters. He wants to believe in the Bai gods and hate the Nine gods.

He wants to...accept everything that should be believed in and denounce everything that is not tolerated.

He must be consistent with the ideals of every ethnic group——

He wants to become the most qualified clan leader.

Tears rolled down his face uncontrollably, and he was out of breath.

The last trace of pain in his body disappeared, and when the power of annihilation completely spread throughout his limbs and bones——

He heard his father's gentle voice, holding back the pain:

"Qiqi, I will give you the name of Zewan inheritance - the word "long"."

Father turned his head and looked at Sissi.

"Sissi, I will give you the name of Zewan's inheritance - the word Burr."

Sissi was silent and closed her eyes.

She was much calmer than Feng Qiqi, who was crying bitterly. At this moment, she didn't shed a single tear.

In the sky, before parents die, their children will be given new names.

This means that these children, who will have no parents from now on, must learn to grow independently and abandon all weaknesses in the past.

The new name represents their honor, the old name is just a symbol of childishness and weakness.

Only calling their new names represents respect for their growth and independence. And their past names should not be mentioned, otherwise it will be regarded as contempt for them.

After giving his children new names, the father, whose back looked particularly broad, let go of his hand and put Feng Qiqi down.

He said:

"...Captain."

"You and Siboer should grow up well and become good people."

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[...Ming'an, dad is very happy. 】

【You have grown into a very good person. 】

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[Current emotion value: 400]

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"boom--!"

Su Mingan put away the amber knife.

He turned around and saw Sick's broad back gradually disappearing in a burst of white light.

He saw Feng Qiqi kneeling down and crying, and saw the much strengthened power of annihilation rising into the sky, destroying the surrounding flames like a god's sentence.

In the last moments, the white light on Sick became brighter and brighter.

After the burst of white light gradually faded,

He turned into Feng Qiqi's hand,

An exceptionally cold and transparent soul stone.

"Ah ah ah ah ah--!"

It was like the cry of a falling bird, tearing up in the flames that covered the mountain.

Feng Qiqi knelt on the ground, like a black line dividing heaven and earth, and all the surrounding flames revolved around him. The dark energy roared wildly, rolling up huge waves like a black horse, swallowing up all the dangerous flames.

At this moment, he was still moving forward on the road of life non-stop, but on a certain road parallel to him, someone had stopped.

Things that he once thought were lasting, even eternal, and that he had never thought about losing, now seemed vulnerable.

But these were just vents, they could not save his soul.

There was no longer that familiar figure in front of him.

Since then, both he and Sissi have lost their parents.

From now on, no one will sew their robes under the light, no one will sing them lullabies, no one will ask them to add more clothes, and no one will lead them or carry them on their backs. Everywhere in the sky.

Both he and Sissi will go through an extremely long growth process until they become what they will be in the future.

The second-ranked leader is the "Destroyer" Feng Chang Zewan.

...and the one hundredth-ranked leader, "Prophet" Sibor.

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["Paranoia, I only worry about one thing.\