The Rescue Of The Tragic Villain Is In Progress! [PART 2]

A7 C206: Jiang Weimian, Do You Want to Fall In Love?

The moist feeling in the palm was so subtle, but it was magnified countless times in the dark night. Jiang Weimian felt as if he had been licked by a cat, even the tip of his heart went numb for a moment. He stared blankly at the bright eyes of Shen Zuixing, unsure whether to let go of his hand or hold it even tighter.

Shen Zuixing's slightly cool fingertips held Jiang Weimian's wrist, winding around like a snake. Then, he slowly covered the other's hand with his own, gazing at him in the dark for a while. Finally, he silently hooked his lips and uttered a mysterious sentence, "Jiang Weimian, do you think you've wasted two resurrection cards? Don't you find it a pity?"

Two resurrection cards meant two chances to save one's life—something others couldn't beg for, yet he used them so easily. If Bai Zhiang knew that Jiang Weimian was so "lavish," he would probably be heartbroken.

Jiang Weimian calmly asked, "Why do you consider it a waste?"

Shen Zuixing replied, "They are just virtual data created by the game, with no meaning of salvation. Jiang Weimian, if you needed revival cards now, would you still save them?"

After a moment of contemplation, Jiang Weimian shook his head slowly. "I don't know..."

His expression showed weariness, but his eyes were always clear.

"But I don't need this card now, and neither do you, nor He Man and the others..."

"The purpose of resurrection cards is to revive life. If you keep hoarding them, their value is worse than worthless, just like money. If you keep it hidden, it loses its value..."

Jiang Weimian was neither a saint nor a sinner; he had known since childhood that he had a strange illness. Therefore, he could face death more calmly than others. "Shen Zuixing, you might not believe it, but I'm already dead."

He had lived through the years he was supposed to, hastily finished writing a book with forgotten content, and entered an eternal dream the moment he put down the last period. Everything was so well arranged, even death.

The days Jiang Weimian lived in the game were stolen, earned days. If he were to face death now, he wouldn't have much regret in his heart.

"I am a fatalist. If I can really reach the end of the game, it means I should live. If not, I just obtained an ending I deserved."

An ending deserved, belonging to death.

Jiang Weimian said it seriously, leaving Shen Zuixing unable to make jokes for the first time. He stared at Jiang Weimian for a long time. Seeing that the other's expression didn't seem fake, he tentatively extended his hand, covering Jiang Weimian's heart. He could still feel the strong beats of the man's heart. Shen Zuixing sneered, "You're lying. If you were dead, how could you have a heartbeat?"

Jiang Weimian glanced at his hand, and for the first time, he didn't strike. Instead, he spoke quietly, "Liao Qian and the others also have heartbeats. This is something data can never generate. Shen Zuixing, I always feel that they are very real, just like people who once truly existed. When the day comes that we turn a blind eye to the deaths of these people, it means we have been transformed by this game into a pile of cold data, which is even more terrifying than death itself."

This game is too cruel; players die every moment, and murders happen in every interface. When they experience it more and see more, they gradually become numb. Someday, even if corpses are scattered everywhere, there won't be a ripple in their hearts.

Jiang Weimian is striving to preserve the remnants of humanity, unrelated to kindness, only the last moral bottom line of a person.

Just as Shen Zuixing was about to say something, he suddenly saw a shadow sneaking from a distance. He quickly nudged Jiang Weimian and whispered, "Someone's coming."