Welcome to Rewind World Game-Chapter 1478 - 127: "The Savior Wants to Save Me.

"Su Ming’an, Li Ziqi, you two go in."

The group finally found a safe house, marked [Capacity: Two people].

Before the two could refuse, Su Ming’an immediately pulled Wu Yi and ran in the other direction.

"This is an item I found earlier; it can communicate in real-time. If you encounter a puzzle, I might know the solution. The signal is not very good, use it according to the situation." Li Ziqi tossed over a walkie-talkie from afar.

Su Ming’an caught the walkie-talkie and continued moving forward.

The corridor was like a labyrinth, each corner had the same candlelight and vases. After several turns, Su Ming’an suddenly saw a familiar figure.

White hair fluttering, a thin figure holding a long knife. 𝒻𝘳𝘦𝘦𝘸ℯ𝒷𝘯𝘰𝑣ℯ𝑙.𝘤𝑜𝘮

...It’s Lü Shu from the Light Side.

Hearing the commotion, Lü Shu turned his head and glanced at Su Ming’an and Wu Yi.

"Contestant No. 3." Su Ming’an glanced at Lü Shu’s name tag and quickly reminded, "There’s poison gas behind us; we need to move forward."

He noticed Lü Shu’s lips moving silently, seemingly puzzled.

The lip movement was... Su Ming’an.

He was recognized?

Su Ming’an touched his face; he looked like Wang Xingkong. He guessed that Lü Shu had a special method of recognizing people, always accurately pinpointing some individuals.

"Can’t go ahead." Lü Shu said, "A contestant just rushed forward and died."

Su Ming’an looked ahead; it seemed like a regular corridor, no different from the countless corridors before. But at the end, there was an oil painting.

He immediately inquired with Li Ziqi via walkie-talkie, and Li Ziqi’s voice quickly responded, "Have you played Platform No. 8? If you’re in an endless looping area, it means some areas are passable and others are not. We found out using our lives. Tell me what’s ahead."

"There’s an oil painting," Su Ming’an said.

"Stare at the painting and walk forward without breaking your gaze. That’s the way to avoid danger."

"What if I break my gaze?"

"Instant death." Li Ziqi’s words were chilling.

Su Ming’an fixed his gaze on the painting and moved forward step by step.

Behind him came the sound of "click clack" from high heels, accompanied by a woman’s laughter. It was the red-haired madwoman named "Tian Ying" who had caught up.

She seemed unafraid of the poison gas, and if she caught up, it would be troublesome.

Reaching the end of the corridor, Su Ming’an scrutinized the oil painting and was shocked to find it was a ’The Last Supper’ styled painting. At the center Jesus position, there was a white-haired youth reminiscent of a noble prince. Surrounding him were people wearing various animal masks.

He didn’t linger long and moved towards the next corridor, where white Isa flowers lined the sides.

"Don’t touch them; that’s how to avoid trouble," Li Ziqi’s voice sounded.

The three cautiously advanced.

The poison gas followed closely, turning the flowers verdant green.

"Don’t look up, move slowly."

"Ignore the footsteps behind."

"Keep your back facing the corridor’s end and retreat quickly."

With Li Ziqi’s orderly instructions, corridor after corridor was quickly passed.

Finally, Su Ming’an saw a green glow at the corner, which was the sign of a safe house.

The three probed their way forward, the poison gas nearly catching them.

"Have you seen the goodness in humanity?" Su Ming’an used the opportunity to ask Wu Yi.

"Goodness?" Wu Yi laughed, "You saved Li Ziqi because she can benefit you, not out of genuine kindness."

"Is that so?"

"Of course." Wu Yi glanced at the safe house, its sign displaying: [Capacity: Two people]. His gaze shifted as he looked at Su Ming’an and said with a smile, "Well, it seems we’re running out of time to find another safe house."

His gaze seemed to suggest: push me away, so you and your dear friend can hide in the safe house and be completely safe. No need to play these proof games; it’s like child’s play.

Suddenly, Su Ming’an shoved Wu Yi in the chest.

Wu Yi stumbled a few steps, ready to laugh, when Su Ming’an also pushed Lü Shu inside, and then a glass door dropped before him.

In an instant, the poison gas surged like waves crashing and slapped against the glass door.

Su Ming’an stood alone outside the glass door, the black strap on his forehead fluttering in the swirling gas. He gave Wu Yi a look and calmly turned away.

Wang Xingkong’s body couldn’t withstand the corrosive poison gas; within seconds, Su Ming’an’s skin showed signs of cracking, crimson blood emerging as if breaking through the soil.

"So, the Savior was intending to save me..." Wu Yi chuckled.

...No, I’m only interested in the Ninth Thrones behind you.

Su Ming’an realized this person loved overthinking, disbelieving in love while yearning for it wholeheartedly. Yet he knew there was truly no love without reason in this world.

This truth he understood long ago in the Ruined World.

Covering his mouth and nose, Su Ming’an walked blindly in a direction. Numbness overshadowed pain, as the gas eroded his senses.

...

[Mere poison gas, the Great Emperor doesn’t care at all!]

[Ignore the poison gas, easily done!]

[Point requirement: 10 points (points ＞10, ignore successful. Points ＜10, ignore failed.)]

[You rolled: 8 points.]

...

Luck didn’t favor him endlessly; the poison gas remained pervasive.

Su Ming’an didn’t know where he was. He felt slightly dizzy and disoriented, his limbs growing numb.

If I die now, will it trigger a reset point?

He didn’t give up, thinking through various props, finally remembering—Wang Xingkong’s item seemed to be called "Infinite Bouquet." Would it work?

"Infinite... Bouquet?" He adopted the fixed gesture for using the item.

Very useful, similar to the spatial vibration gesture, convenient for him to use.

As he assumed the gesture, a vibrant red rose bloomed in his palm, extremely alluring. He tried again, conjuring some daisies. It seemed the flowers changed with his emotions.

...Conjuring some flowers seemed meaningless.

Holding the flowers, he suddenly felt he bumped into someone.

A few strands of vivid red hair swept across his sight. Slowly, he looked up to meet a pair of eyes like purple roses. The girl’s brows and eyes smiled intensely, laced with intense madness.

At his waist, he felt the tight pressure of a gun muzzle.

"...Little Bamboo offering yourself, I won’t be polite." She whispered, a rosy fragrance enveloping her words.

A few soft strands of red hair slipped into his neck, tickling like a jolt.

"Shi Ying?" He accurately called her name. He recognized this girl as Shi Ying, unsure of what she encountered on the Light Side to become so obsessed.

The red-haired girl dangerously narrowed her eyes, raising the gun forcefully to press against his chin, "How do you know my given name?"

Everyone knows her alias "Tian Ying" the Madman, but very few know her real name. How come this young man called it out so easily?

The cold gun barrel pressed against his chin, yet Su Ming’an smiled calmly, "Then why do you call me Little Bamboo?"

"I just call as I please, I like giving people nicknames. Little Apple, Little Orange, Little Bamboo..." Shi Ying scanned over his blood-seeping skin up and down, suddenly reached out her hand, squeezed his jaw tightly, and stared into his eyes, "Tell your sister, who are you really? You surely aren’t as ordinary as you seem."

Green gas swirled around.

The ground exuded the stench of rotting corpses, while cries and screams of other contestants occasionally echoed from afar.

Amidst the rapidly declining number of survivors, the two resembled immobile statues.

Su Ming’an felt her hand glide over his jaw, neck, and chest, as if searching for something useful, but there was nothing except a vibrant rose in his possession.

He did not resist, even the Freelancer Alliance feared her, pointing to her formidable strength. If the War God Dragon King Narration did not take effect, Wang Xingkong’s body couldn’t endure the struggle.

Her hand continued to lower, the gun barrel still pressed firmly against Su Ming’an.

When she touched the rose in Su Ming’an’s arms, her expression hesitated briefly, seemingly confused about what it was.

In that instant, a sharp gunshot rang out.

"Bang!"

From the depths of the thick mist, an unknown but strong hand suddenly appeared and grabbed Su Ming’an’s wrist, pulling him forcibly away from Shi Ying.

Warm blood splattered across his cheek—it was Shi Ying getting shot and spitting blood.

Her face turned pale in an instant, yet her hand held tightly onto the rose in Su Ming’an’s arms.

Su Ming’an immediately let go, throwing the rose to Shi Ying.

In a split second, Shi Ying’s finger moved, the silver-white gun aimed at Su Ming’an, pulling the trigger.

"Bang!"

The bullet pierced through Su Ming’an’s calf, bringing a dull ache from his bone. With his experience, Su Ming’an realized he couldn’t move his calf temporarily.

"Let’s go." A deep voice came from within the thick poison gas, followed by a whirl as Su Ming’an was picked up, a rough hand supporting his bleeding calf.

Then, a golden light flowed from that rough hand into Su Ming’an’s body, and he no longer felt pain, nor did his skin seep blood.

... Is this a kind of healing ability?

Su Ming’an couldn’t make out the appearance of this person. With a deep voice, rough hands, and a strong build, based on these traits, Su Ming’an guessed this person was a muscular, sturdy-looking man.

As they ran, he heard Shi Ying’s frantic shrieks coming from behind; she seemed to have gone mad, shooting chaotically but unable to find Su Ming’an in the mist.

"Why did you get targeted by that madwoman?" The deep voice asked.

"Who knows." Su Ming’an shrugged.

"Yeah, that’s how Tian Ying is, she often targets someone for no apparent reason, just because they catch her eye," the person said, "My physical strength is running low, I can’t stay in the poison gas for long, we need to find a safe room quickly."

"Who... are you?" Su Ming’an asked.

The person remained silent for a long time, lifting Su Ming’an’s leg to prevent him from falling.

After a while, the person said, "Haven’t we met somewhere before?"

With such thick poison gas, neither of them could actually see each other clearly.

"I am Wang Xingkong," Su Ming’an said.

"Wang Xingkong... I’ll remember that," the other said.

"You haven’t seen me, yet you saved me?"

"What does that matter?" The person’s voice contained a hint of surprise, "You were in mortal danger, and I happened to pass by and could lend a hand, so why not save you?"

Really a good samaritan, seeing injustice and stepping forward.

Su Ming’an chuckled, "Based on my experience, we might have indeed met somewhere before. Even if I still can’t see your face."

"Really? Where?"

"Perhaps... another life?" Su Ming’an guessed.

His casual speculation did not capture the other person’s attention, who just lifted his body again.

Three minutes later, they finally saw a green light flickering through the thick poison gas.

"Phew, we finally made it into the safe zone," the person said, then immediately coughed, "I mean, we finally found a safe room."

The glass door opened, and the two of them quickly entered.

The safe room only had one long bench; besides the green fluorescence on the porch, there was no other light source.

The person immediately laid Su Ming’an flat on the bench and took out a portable medical kit:

"That crazy woman sometimes coats her bullets with poison, I need to help you get it out. No anesthesia, so bear with it."

In the darkness, the person’s skilled hands quickly produced forceps, a knife, and bandages. With the weak green fluorescence, the person barely located the injured area on Su Ming’an and cut into it.

This level of pain no longer elicited a response from Su Ming’an, as he observed his own leg being cut open as if looking at a stranger’s body, calmly gazing into the darkness, trying to discern the other person’s outline.

... The fingers are rough, broad, like the hands of someone who has practiced sword-fighting for years.

... The bones are solid, very strong.

... Seems like a soldier, skilled with guns and emergency handling.

A moment later, feeling a bit weary, Su Ming’an covered his forehead.

"Tian Ying’s poison lingered, you should rest," the other person said, closing the medical kit and placing it aside, giving Su Ming’an the entire bench while sitting on the dusty floor themselves.

In the darkness, Su Ming’an looked at the other person, "Can I see your face?"

"There’s no need," the person’s deep voice replied, "As you imagine me now, just think of me like that."

Su Ming’an respected the other’s thought and remained still.

The poison gas beat against the glass door, as everything was shrouded in chaos and darkness.

As though staring into the apocalypse, Su Ming’an sat silently in the dark, gazing into the endless green. Only the gentle breathing beside him testified to his company.

He shifted his perspective, seeing that Su Qing had already landed on Cloud Mist Island, searching for the Cloud City God.

"... There’s something in the back." The person spoke suddenly, walking towards the rear.

The safe room wasn’t small, besides the bench, there lay a vast darkness ahead.

Su Ming’an attempted to stand but was held back by a hand on his shoulder.

"Rest," the person said.

"Sir, there’s no need to treat me as if I’m fragile." Su Ming’an thought it necessary for the other to understand this point. The other seemed to have saved so many people that they habitually viewed him as weak.

The other was slightly taken aback, "Sir?"

A moment later, the other person chuckled deeply, "Alright, then lean on my shoulder, try not to move your right leg."

The person generously offered half of their sturdy shoulder, for Su Ming’an to hold onto, moving forward on one leg.

All around was darkness, the lingering poison made his mind dizzy, and in a blur, Su Ming’an thought, so this is how a regular player feels in the game. Without the War God Dragon King Narration and immense power, only helplessness and pressure remained.

It seemed everything was enveloped in mist, with no knowledge of the path ahead or when he might perish.

Then, the deep voice spoke again, "This is... a woman’s skeleton?"