Welcome to Rewind World Game-Chapter 1587 - 52: Who Killed the Robin? (6)

[Alright, alright, now that we’ve arrived here, dear viewers, please answer me one question.]

[——Who killed Shi Ying?]

[The pink-haired person, Phoenix, Ming, the white stone, or someone of unimaginable power?]

[Can you arrive at the correct answer? If your answer is correct, the reward is...]

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Su Ming’an took a deep breath.

"Get lost."

"Tosolius, watch if you want, but don’t buzz around my ear."

The sound by his ear vanished.

Su Ming’an rubbed his ear and walked towards the ruins to check Ming. Ming wasn’t dead, just bleeding from his seven orifices, likely hit by an extremely strong Mentality Shock. Fortunately, Ming had thick blood and strong Strength, but his weakest point was Mentality Points, which were precisely targeted.

Su Ming’an then looked at the pink-haired person, who remained silent, body slumped, without any visible wounds.

Finally, he turned to the direction of Phoenix, who was covered in blood, likely vomited by him.

Su Ming’an stood in front of Shi Ying. Her head hung low, her face clearly marked with fear, and her chest impaled by a steel bar. She had clearly consumed the white stone before being killed by someone. Feathers grew by her ears, and white stone fragments remained on her chest.

"She leaned forward, kneeled, and blood flowed along the steel bar to her abdomen; it was thrust in from the back." Qi Zhou’s voice sounded: "If it were pierced from the front, the steel bar might carry bone fragments and pieces of clothing out from the back, with blood spraying out."

Qi Zhou’s explanation was timely.

"The other end of the steel bar fixed tightly against the wall, so she must have been thrown over by someone, impaled on the bar, and pushed down by the impact, with the bar piercing from back to front." Qi Zhou continued observing: "Such a fearsome expression... It’s a pity, pierced through the chest like this, she must have struggled for a while before dying. Possessing something she shouldn’t have; had she not coveted and swallowed the white stone, she wouldn’t have met such an end."

"How do you know all this?"

"Did you forget I’m the champion of the first Disciple Game?" Qi Zhou glanced sideways: "I’ve seen countless crime scenes."

The Disciple Game is traditionally infinite-flow, with limited space and numerous traps, requiring such knowledge. In contrast, the World Game leans more towards truly saving the world.

Two "champions" were standing here, one from the Disciple Game, one from the World Game.

Su Ming’an picked up an item.

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"Ding dong!"

[You have obtained (golden sunflower hair tie)]

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[Golden Sunflower Hair Tie (Red Level): "Let’s go, Toria, let’s go... home together."]

[Cooking Mastery Level +1]

[Cake Mastery Level +2]

[Special Skill (Fishing Riverruns): When you make a "begging" gesture towards someone, there is a high probability they will give you an important item on their body (Cooldown Time 10 minutes).]

[Note: Taking it out before certain individuals will yield some feedback.]

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...What a strange item.

Su Ming’an examined it; this was Shi Ying’s hair tie. It seemed she once relied on this magical prop to beg for survival. However, it had nothing to do with the current situation; hair tie as special Equipment couldn’t be equipped anywhere.

He turned to Shi Ying’s final fearful expression.

Her singing, always so gentle, so beautiful... Why choose such a path in the end?

He closed his eyes and reopened the book. The "Book Turner" ability had slightly increased; he gained new page positions and soon opened his eyes again.

Entering different pages, the Possession target differed. The previous target "White Ball" remained asleep beneath the ruins. He gained a new Possession target "Tian Yu."

"Swish—— Swish——"

——He arrived at the time before Shi Ying’s death.

Sunset sprinkled patches of light, his white hair fluttered, clothing resembling snow, spreading wide white wings behind him, pupils glistening with frost.

"Save... save me..." Suddenly, he noticed a white stone pleading at his feet.

He looked up, saw Phoenix standing atop the ruins chanting a spell, while Shi Ying lay unconscious on the ground, the white stone rolling from her hand to his feet.

——So that was it, before Shi Ying’s death, she was controlled by Phoenix, so Phoenix... is the murderer?

"Tian Yu, hand over the stone!" Phoenix looked at Su Ming’an.

Su Ming’an instantly picked up the white stone and jumped, growing wide white wings from his spine.

Yet doubts lingered—if Phoenix controlled Shi Ying, intending her to consume the white stone then kill her for it, why were the pink-haired person and Ming injured?

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[Oh, oh, then, dear viewers, here comes the question.]

[The final murder scene doesn’t match the current situation, so where did we fail to comprehend?]

[The real murderer, who is it...]

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"Get lost!" This time, Su Ming’an was unceremonious.

Observing was fine, but they were turning people’s deaths into a detective film, and Supreme Lord was truly cold enough to treat it all as entertainment.

"Rustle rustle!" Su Ming’an directed Bai Yu to jab at Phoenix, like a snowstorm, Tian Yu’s attack method was exceptionally beautiful.

And Phoenix smiled, "Attacking me? You don’t seem to understand my Race..."

The towering dome was ash-gray and distant, molten iron-like twilight splashed across the sky.

Suddenly, centered at Phoenix’s standing position, an indescribable heat erupted!

It was a Nirvana Flame capable of melting gold and iron, golden-red burst from his shell, furiously sweeping the area—a scorching, more intense "Sun"!

Flames surged and condensed, a giant bird silhouette appearing clearly within the blaze! It stared down, each feather composed of pure-burning gold-white flame, tail feathers trailing dazzling light paths. Those feathers, able to penetrate steel plates, seemed like snowflakes tossed into a furnace, silently disappearing.

——The legendary immortal bird, Phoenix!

This was Su Ming’an’s first time seeing a Luowasha person showing their true form, akin to a True Martial Soul.

"Caw—!"

The Phoenix’s wings suddenly flapped, like a giant god wielding blazing war hammers! Huge flaming wings carrying the terrifying power to burn all lands, right towards the floating Su Ming’an— fiercely crashed down!

The ruins emitted crackling wails under the intense heat, bricks rapidly turning crimson!

Su Ming’an had seen many grand scenes, but such an earnest battle was rare; his pupils shrank as the near-at-hand flaming giant wings brought an annihilative suffocating presence.

He understood Phoenix’s pride source, Tian Yu is from the Celestial Clan, while Phoenix is from an ancient Race, the king of all winged races! Tian Yu’s entire Strength would be suppressed.

"Then..." Su Ming’an raised his hand: "I won’t use Tian Yu, I’ll use Bei Wang’s strength..."

Ice flowers blossomed at his fingertips.

Centered on his palm, a half-foot-thick, gleaming with blue light mysterious ice rose instantly, forming countless sharp, large icicles, like cold ice barriers with spikes, stabbing upward!

"Boom—!"

The burning giant wings fiercely struck the cold ice barrier!

Ice and fire, extreme cold and scorching heat, two extreme energies collided fiercely, totally, in the air above the ruins, no more than fifty meters from the ground!

The moment of impact, it was as if time froze for a frame.

In the next instant—

The shockwave swept across the land like a world-ending tidal wave, with a force like mountains crumbling and seas overturning. All objects above the ground in the ruins, whether broken walls or remaining pillars, were first covered in a thick layer of frost, then suddenly shattered in a horrific explosion of high temperatures erupting from within!

Two figures—one wrapped in shattered blue ice crystals, the other enveloped in flickering golden-red flames, were flung in completely opposite directions from the center of the explosion!

Su Ming’an, holding Shi Ying and the white stone, rolled quickly on the ground, into a concealed shadow.

He looked down. Shi Ying’s gaze was still dull; she was still under control.

(I give you my feathers.) Her inner voice murmured something like a poem:

(I give you my eyes.)

(Take the gun made from my bones and aim at the night.)

(You will see, even the proud Kritchens will dread you...)

"Wake up!" Su Ming’an slapped her directly.

After one personality-correcting slap, Shi Ying’s eyes gradually regained focus. She stared blankly at Su Ming’an, then suddenly smiled:

(So you always come to save me.)

...She always recognized him so quickly.

"Listen up." Su Ming’an immediately slapped her awake to prevent her from doing anything foolish: "If you want wealth, I’ll give it to you. If you want power, I will give you that in the future."

Most of the people he knew were idealistic and noble, so he rarely had to persuade someone like Shi Ying, resorting to a straightforward bribery that felt like having strength without a place to use it.

Shi Ying’s eyes moved slightly.

Su Ming’an continued quickly, "You were just controlled by the Phoenix and almost ate the white stone. I know not everyone has to be great and selfless. You have the freedom to be selfish and dream of sudden wealth, but the white stone isn’t your possession. Let go of those obsessions!"

As he tried to persuade her, he heard Shi Ying’s drifting inner voice.

(Hmm... he looks better when he’s angry, his eyelashes fluttering... Strange, what charm does this high charm value guy have? I’ve strategized countless times, yet I fall for him...)

(It’s not like I want to date him; rather, I hope he’s well, hope he isn’t hurt, hope he’s happy...)

(Is this... love? So this is what people call "passion," this feeling... I’ve never experienced it before...)

Her hand touched his cheek, sensing it heating up.

(He’s embarrassed again... Hearing inner voices is troublesome, I have no privacy...) Shi Ying’s face also started to heat up.

Su Ming’an, despite having strategized many times, felt like he was punching cotton, pursed his lips, glanced at Shi Ying’s burns covering her body, and jumped with her into a concealed pit.

Then, he reached for the white stone in her arms.

Yet she held it tightly.

"Still not letting go?" Su Ming’an said, "This isn’t your opportunity, it’s not a chance to change your destiny... Continuing with this obsession, you’ll die, and gain nothing from it."

He had already witnessed her death, her final expression full of terror, showing her regret.

The white stone also expressed disapproval with the (￣△￣) face emoji.

(I want to ask a question, Xiao Shanzhu.) Shi Ying gazed at him: (After taking the white stone... what will you do with it?)

"I don’t know." Su Ming’an said frankly: "I just want to first take it away from danger."

(I see.) Shi Ying said softly: (You don’t know either.)

She paused and asked a second question:

(Then, are you confident you can take it away from danger?)

Su Ming’an thought for a moment, still with the same answer, "I don’t know."

He paused for a while, and said, "If it were my real body, I would be 100% confident in taking it away, but now it’s Tian Yu’s body... The pink-haired person is very strong, and the Phoenix’s race suppresses this body. I’m not confident in defeating them."

(Then.) Shi Ying looked at him: (How can I trust that once I hand it over to you, it won’t fall into worse hands? Worse than mine.)

Su Ming’an was shocked by her words.

He hadn’t expected her to think this way.

He wanted to say something, but she pressed her lips against his, closing her eyes slightly:

(Listen, Nightingale is calling, Nightingale is calling.)

(It says, it says, trust a despicable person, for enough profit, can be so persistent, so tenacious.)

(Xiao Shanzhu, I am a despicable person, filthy, stealing, deceiving, very annoying. So, to acquire enough profit, I can do things unimaginable to noble people like you.)

(To protect this treasure that can bring immense wealth, to clear my ancestors’ names, allowing me to become a high-standing noble in the future...)

Her gaze suddenly turned vicious, like a child from the slums whose bread was snatched by a wild dog:

(Work with me on a plan.)

(If we succeed, we will trap those three villains, that arrogant gold-hair, that mysteriously behaving pink-hair, that snobbish black-hair... trap them here! Then, we’ll plunder the treasures off them, and I’ll become a super remarkable person!)

"No, you’ll fail," Su Ming’an said immediately. Last time, Shi Ying probably collaborated with Tian Yu, trying to trap and kill those three, but failed, only managing to get Ming killed, and Shi Ying also died.

(You’re different.) Shi Ying chuckled mischievously, winking: (If it’s you cooperating with me... it definitely can work.)

Su Ming’an pondered a bit. Last time, Shi Ying and Tian Yu collaborated to take down Ming, suggesting the plan was somewhat feasible. If he were to cooperate this time, maybe they could really take down all three.

"Tell me." Su Ming’an, after considering, spoke, "Let’s try it."

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The shadow of the moon swayed.

Xiber cradled the white stone, running through the forest under the night.

Behind her, Fengchang had already led over three hundred clansmen to meet the Mother Goddess.

"Cici... Can we really escape?" The one escaping with Xiber by drawing a lot is a girl named "Tiantian," her hair tied in bright red twin-tails, eyes always timid.

Tiantian was always the unfortunate one in the clan, and no one expected her to draw the escape lot this time. Her strength was very weak, unwelcomed in the clan, yet she became the final hope.

"Even if everyone else fails to escape, the two of us must run. Ten people divided into five groups; we’re the only group escorting the white stone, the only hope." Xiber gritted her teeth, not daring to use her ability, fearing the Radiant Mother God would detect it. She didn’t know where in Luowasha this was, but seeing a group of people so similar, she couldn’t remain indifferent.

Having arrived, she must fulfill their final wish, complete... the regret in her heart.

"If I resolve this regret, I can continue to pursue the High Dimensions without internal demons... yes, that’s it, it’s also for myself..." Xiber thought.

Suddenly, she saw in the distance the Dawn Knight squad, a patrol team dispatched by the Red Tower.

"I’ll take care of them!" Xiber told Tiantian to step back, pulling out a shotgun from her back.

The grip familiar yet strange, she hesitated a moment, then suddenly laughed.

Ever since becoming a god, she hadn’t touched this shotgun thing, as she had long mastered powers millions of times stronger.

Unexpectedly, holding it today, the feel was still the same as long ago, like her skin, like her soul.

The red robe fluttered, she reached for her hair, where there was no more Cursed Fire Flower.

"Sister Qianqian, what’s wrong?" Tiantian looked at her fearfully.

"Didn’t expect... I returned, I’m back again..." Xiber suddenly laughed wildly, raised the shotgun, aiming:

"Come on, come on." Her eyes turned wild and fierce:

"Get them out of here, tell that so-called Radiant Mother God to get lost and don’t keep the ones I protect waiting too long!"

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