Chapter 411 Lies
"you are sick."

After all, the rain ten years ago is different from that ten years later.

Bai Yanren did not have as many emotions as Feng Yiru, he just said this calmly, almost indifferently.

"sick?"

Feng Yiru felt a pain in his heart and felt a little self-deprecating.

That’s right, because of his words, I split my spirit into two halves, yes... I am crazy.

To enter a new set of fog, I transformed myself into a completely new person.

Fengxiuxue? Feng Yiru?
Many times she couldn't tell who she was.

Even the reason why I have persisted for so many years is a little vague.

Bai Yanren's words actually forced her into a state of self-doubt.

"I am... indeed ill."

Feng Yiru looked at Bai Yanren under the umbrella, and her eyes briefly glanced at Bai Yanliang for a moment.

Did Bai Yanliang completely stand beside Bai Yanren?
Even though he's a demon?
She suddenly felt that they were still a little naive.

Bai Yanliang is a person who never shows his true emotions, but he seems to have some "human emotions" during the life and death crises he has experienced together with everyone.

It was this subtle change that made everyone have different expectations of him.

After all, no one who has survived to this day is a fool.

Everyone can see that Bai Yanliang is abnormal. Since the day he entered Wu Ji, he has been chosen by Wu Ji every time.

This is not a question of probability at all, but Bai Yanliang himself has some connection with Wu Ji, and this connection is not secret at all, and anyone with a discerning eye can see it.

I trusted him, although it was because we had gradually become familiar with each other, but I also wanted to place a bet on him.

But now, after seeing Bai Yanliang standing next to Bai Yanren, Feng Yiru knew that she had failed.

All failed.

Bai Yanren failed. The monster holding an umbrella in front of him was no longer as gentle and kind as he used to be.

Bai Yanliang also failed. He failed to become a real human being, but chose to stand with the monsters. No... perhaps it should be said that Bai Yanliang chose to stand with his own kind.

"Are you Feng Yiru, or Feng Xiuxue?"

Bai Yanliang's problem seemed to be making matters worse.

Feng Yiru, who was already in an unstable mental state at the moment, was suddenly overwhelmed by another consciousness surging from the bottom of her heart. She tried hard to maintain her superficial calm, but her whole body was already shaky and it seemed that she would fall into the blood rain at any time.

"Feng Yiru..." Bai Yanren said, "You are sick. Take out the things I gave you to keep, and then take a rest."

"Rest?" Feng Yiru knew that the Bai Yanren in front of him was just a distorted product of his past self, but he still couldn't resist the urge to talk to him.

But the words of the man in front of me were so ridiculous.

At this point, who can easily exit peacefully and then... rest?
she thought.

But soon, she found out that she was wrong.

Bai Yanren and Bai Yanliang's expressions were surprisingly consistent.

When they looked at him, it was not as if they were looking at a human being, but a piece of wood or a stone tablet.

To be more precise, it is like looking at a rotten thing that has long lost its life.

It dawned on her.

The "rest" he mentioned was definitely not a happy ending like handing over the keys and then "retiring from society".

But let her close her eyes... forever.

"You're going to... kill me?"

Feng Yiru had a splitting headache.

Feng Xiuxue's consciousness was constantly impacting her.

It’s really ironic when you think about it... Feng Yiru endured the pain and glanced at Bai Yanren and Bai Yanliang.

Ten years ago, I fell in love with him.

Split consciousness for his plan.

Yes, Fengxiuxue is a personality created in order to blend into the next round of fog.

However, she did not expect that the person this personality liked was actually the person next to Bai Yanren.

I really fell on the same road twice.

Speaking of which, the split of consciousness was also carried out at the time under Bai Yanren's suggestion.

He once told himself...it doesn't matter, even though they are two personalities, as long as they can read each other's memories, they are the same person.

But only now did she realize how wrong this statement was.

Even if two consciousnesses in one body can read each other's memories, they are not the same person at all.

No matter how perfectly a movie is shot and how immersive it is for the audience, it will quickly return to reality after the screening.

She and Feng Yiru were just watching each other's "movie".

Ah……

So, he has been cheating people since ten years ago?
Feng Yiru recalled those words...

"It doesn't matter. Although they are two personalities, as long as they can read each other's memories, they are the same person..."

So, he decided to kill me ten years ago?
why?
What on earth had I done to cause him to take such extreme measures?

Feng Yiru couldn't understand it at all.

However, Bai Yanren's answer at this moment suddenly caused her confused mind to fall into a brief blank.

"Kill?" Bai Yanren shook his head slightly after hearing her words.

The bloody rain was still falling, and his voice was a little blurred in the wind and rain: "I didn't kill anyone, I just made the dying return to death."

Feng Yiru stood there in a daze, staring at Bai Yanren in a daze.

Why... do you say that?
Bai Yanren's eyes seemed to fluctuate a little.

"Can you still recall the conversation we had when we entered the Mist Gathering..."

As Bai Yanren spoke, he seemed to turn his head slightly to glance at Bai Yanliang.

"I ask everyone, how did you all get in?"

"Do you remember how you answered?"

Bai Yanren's eyes finally fell completely on her.

My answer……

Feng Yiru looked at him in a daze.

My answer……

The aching brain pulled out scattered fragments from ten years ago from the intertwined thoughts.

"Everyone, how did you get in?"

"I don't know. I opened the door when I got off work and smelled a strong smell of gas. As soon as I turned on the light, my vision went blank. I was in this damn place..."

"I don't remember it very clearly. The last thing I remember was a dump truck ran a red light and hit my car in the middle..."

"Hmm, that's pretty much me. I was cleaning the outside of the window and my foot slipped and I ended up here."

Everyone's statements were full of surprises, but what I said was...

"I seem to have been ill. I was lying on the hospital bed, looking at the ceiling, and then I came here."

The wind is just as said.

The memory stopped abruptly.

When Feng Yiru looked up again and looked at Bai Yanren, his expression was full of horror.

"Did you lie then?"

Bai Yanren nodded, and seemed to be talking to Bai Yanliang:

"Well, I heard from everyone at the time that they were all from various death scenes, so I made one up too."

"Actually, I entered Wu Ji after I opened the door."

"So, I'm the only one alive."

(End of this chapter)