Live Treasure Hunter In The Secret Realm

Chapter 480 System Savior!

Lin Jia’s eyes gradually lost consciousness, her body seemed to have lost her center of gravity, and she knelt down slowly.

There was an incredible expression on her face.

Hanzhe only felt a blank in his brain, regret and anger washed through his heart again and again like a flood, where something important collapsed in an instant.

However, these images only appeared in Hanzhe’s sight. For the audience in the live broadcast room, they could only see the trembling hand holding the Zhan Lu sword.

The cold rut at this time, has completely fallen into the illusion, unable to extricate himself.

In the illusion, there is a sense of guilt that is indescribable and difficult to vent. This guilt continues to ferment, overflowing with sadness.

Hanzhe still remembers the first time I saw the name Stupid Green Pepper in the live broadcast room. At the time, I only thought that the name was funny, but later I found out that this id was pretty generous.

Then, at the Shuiyou meeting, when I first saw Lin Jia, I was surprised. Unexpectedly, that lavish shot and very active in the thrilling tomb room was a beautiful woman.

Until this trip to the Miao Village, faced with many dangers, she became the protector of that girl.

However, I never thought that the final fatal blow to this girl was not from other threats, but from myself.

Since Hanzhe started the live treasure hunt, whether it is a zongzi or a dangerous organ, no matter how terrifying and dangerous it is, Hanzhe has the courage to fight.

The horrible sword slashed the corpse and the monster, and his hands were stained with countless blood.

However, when he was in Miao Village, he was in a hurry for Lin Jia, and it was the first time he hurt someone.

Hanzhe never thought of actually killing someone, let alone killing someone for the first time, as a woman with whom he was inextricably linked.

Lin Jia’s last expression was so confused, hopeless and painful, her blood was so bright red.

As if looking at the flowers, I saw the scenes of the past in a cold rut.

That stupid screen name, that girl who smiles nicely, a young girl full of youth and vitality, and a fresh and good smell.

The cold eyes were red, and his heart was trembling.

Seeing Lin Jia who was lying in a pool of blood, he was stunned for dozens of seconds before suddenly waking up to help.

However, facing the blood on the ground, the strong smell of blood rushing forward, those trembling hands couldn’t help at all.

For a long time, Hanzhe only felt his knees numb, and his legs were soft. He could only use the Zhan Lu sword that was stained with Lin Jia’s blood to support him to barely stabilize his body.

In the illusion, Hanzhe couldn’t see the truth, and couldn’t digest the sadness in his heart. He could only let the sadness worsen and gradually derive anger.

Hanzhe hates his own recklessness, hates himself for killing Lin Jia because of fear, he is afraid that his rest is living in regret and guilt.

Can’t find a way to liberate, can’t think of how to take responsibility for a living life.

Suddenly, a terrible thought popped out of the chilly consciousness-suicide.

A person who has never given up lightly will not appear vulnerable in the face of his own sins.

What is strange is that at this moment, the sadness and guilt of the cold ruins are infinitely magnified. He couldn’t control his thoughts at all.

After a while, a strange smile suddenly appeared on the shabby face, and his trembling hand held Zhan Lujian across his neck.

The audience in the live broadcast room was almost crazy when they saw this scene. They couldn’t understand how Hanzhe clearly appeared to be walking out of the environment, and why he suddenly made such a move.

“Anchor? You wake up soon!”

“Housekeeper Yang Wudi: Lao Han, don’t believe what you see. It’s all an illusion!”

“Anchor, look at our barrage!”

“Everyone, think of a way to save the anchor!”

Hanzhe couldn’t see the audience’s efforts. He was immersed in his sad world and couldn’t find relief. The blade of the Zhan Lu sword in his hand was also closer to the artery of his neck.

As time passed, the audience in the live broadcast room had to accept sadly, no matter how they sent gifts or brushed the barrage, they were indifferent.

What is even more desperate is that the cold eyes that were originally agile at this moment are like a pool of deep and dark stagnant water, dull and terrifying.

Zhan Lujian’s blade flashed with cold light, and it approached the cold rut neck a little bit.

The blade on the side slid gently across the surface of the skin, and even shaved off the hair on the cold neck.

Although the viewers in the live broadcast room were extremely unwilling to accept this result, they could not think of any other way to organize the tragedy.

For a time, some timid viewers have left the live broadcast room, and some pessimistic people have already initiated messages and silences, but there are still many people, looking forward to the miracle again.

Fortunately, no one thought that a miracle would actually happen.

Only a little bit, the Zhan Lu Jian in Hanzhe’s hand could cut his trachea, but he stopped suddenly. Even Yu Zhan Lujian was thrown on the ground.

At that moment, Hanzhe felt a piercing pain, extremely real pain.

Just like thousands of ants gnawing on his chest, the pain was followed by a severe itching…Even though he was trapped in the environment, the indescribable discomfort made the cold ruthless.

After the pain, Hanzhe’s brain became sober, he almost couldn’t remember what had just happened, as if it was just a virtual dream.

Turned his head and looked around.

The light was dim and the line of sight was limited, and there was no trace of Lin Jia.

There was no trace of blood on the ground.

Zhan Lujian was thrown in front of him, and he could vaguely see his expression from the cold rut of the sword.

The weird smile on his face has not completely disappeared! At this time, he could not remember exactly what happened just now.

hiss!

Seeing the barrage in the live broadcast room, I took a sigh of relief.

Almost the entire live broadcast room was covered by the audience, who were trying to awaken him from the illusion.

The cold rut moved the audience’s persistence towards themselves. At the same time, they also felt a stronger fear-in the fantasy world, what did he see and what did he want to do?

In a daze, he felt a warm liquid sliding down his neck and into his chest. He subconsciously reached out to touch it, and what he felt was a sticky strand.

Hanzhe wanted to bring the liquid-stained hand in front of him, and before he got even closer, he smelled a smell of blood.

is blood?

Hanzhe stretched out his tongue and licked it lightly, the unique salty smell of blood could not be wrong.

How did I get hurt? The cold rut has no impression at all.

Suddenly, an unusually clear voice came from his heart-it was the system’s prompt sound.

“Host, the system will stop all self-destructive behaviors you have done!”