Global Game: I Have Portable Store-Chapter 413 - 407: Shattered

"Living is certainly good, but can we survive?"

A Long said quietly.

The Monk looked at A Long and said earnestly, "Don’t worry, I’ll do my best to keep you alive."

Wu Qingsheng stopped eating and said, "Master Weihuo, you don’t need to worry about us. If we die, we die. Can’t blame them, it’s all fate."

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After finishing the last piece of meat in his bowl, Su Changxing turned around and saw the withered tree printed against the brilliant scarlet sky, close at hand.

In an instant.

The light in the surrounding environment flowed away into the distance, and the campfire trembled continuously as if it might go out at any moment.

The withered tree grew segment by segment from the distant ground, with white porcelain dolls placed one by one on the sandy hills.

This was not a completely physical change, but a change existing between the physical and spiritual planes.

When you fully believe its existence, it will change accordingly.

"Bang bang bang~"

Gunfire echoed in the night sky.

Su Changxing fired intensively, unloading his last magazine of bullets, scattering the continually growing withered trees one by one.

More than twenty people advanced instead of retreating, running towards the direction of the withered tree.

"On the left, three o’clock direction."

Su Changxing observed these withered trees and suddenly shouted to the Monk.

The Monk chanted scriptures loudly, changed direction, and sprinted into the darkness as if he hit something and was bounced to the ground.

A massive illusory dark shadow appeared in the desert, with eyes like stars, staring at them.

[Illusory Eye of Truth: Essentially a highly condensed immense Spirit, possessing a vast Life Force, manifesting tangibly under certain circumstances.]

The Monk disregarded the large pieces of flesh falling from his body, bounced up from the ground, and ran forward again, glowing with a golden light, he embraced the shadow and looked back, roaring:

"Kill it, Su Changxing, kill it!"

His body seemed to dissolve quickly in concentrated sulfuric acid, immediately revealing the grim skeleton behind and the violently beating heart.

Su Changxing took the candle out of his pocket and threw it towards the Monk with all his might, sending it flying in an arc as he retreated.

The gold-embellished candle smashed against the Monk’s bone, shattering like glass, into countless scattered fragments.

"Click!"

The shutter sound of a camera.

Within a twenty-meter radius centered on the candle, everything froze, forming a half-sphere filled with pale blue, like a delicate and realistic artwork.

Floating sand particles hovered in the air like a curtain, the Monk’s hysterical expression with half a skull face frozen, and the illusory shadow’s starry pupils stared dead at Su Changxing.

Su Changxing stood just at the edge of the blue sphere, pulled out the Crying Totem from his backpack, stuck it in the sand, and then ran.

"Boom, boom~"

He drew a revolver and fired repeatedly at the shadow, bullets struck the edge of the blue sphere, halted, and moved slowly forward.

Reloaded, continued shooting.

One bullet, two bullets, three bullets······

He fired more than a dozen bullets in succession.

More than a dozen bullets halted at the sphere’s edge, pushing forward slowly.

The attraction from the Crying Totem kept growing stronger, its range expanding, like a positive feedback, a bottomless vortex.

Su Changxing felt the drain of Life Force, accelerated back, saw Wu Qingsheng fell to the ground beside him, side-faced watching him, eyes wide, mouthed, "Run."

His whole body’s flesh and blood shriveled rapidly under the immense attraction, his gaze turned dark and lost its light.

He still retained a content expression on his face.

Everyone fell under the Crying Totem’s influence, their Life Force being drained massively.

Su Changxing hadn’t expected the Crying Totem to have such terrifying lethality, nor did he expect they would have no time to escape.

"Save me~"

Qu Zhaoyu collapsed before Su Changxing, shouting desperately.

Su Changxing grabbed his body smoothly, one hand holding a scythe, transformed into Ghostification, turned into a ghostly light and dashed away.

The blue orb shattered, the shadow trembled violently under the powerful attraction, next, the more than a dozen bullets collided onto it, sparking.

A myriad of dense and varied screams echoed in the space, as if piercing eardrums.

"Does it work?"

Su Changxing felt the attraction from the Crying Totem disappear, looked back, found the Crying Totem still broken, lying on the ground, its shine gone.

The shadow vanished without a trace.

Everything plunged into silence again.

The deep blue-gray sky, pitch-black desolate wilderness, remaining sparks on the campfire intermittently flickering in the wind.

Su Changxing placed Qu Zhaoyu on the ground, checked his condition, and asked, "Can you still move? It’s probably temporarily safe now."

Qu Zhaoyu’s eyes were bright, feeling his body’s emptiness, slowly said, "I guess I’m also about to die."

Su Changxing sat beside him, a card appeared in his hand, thought for a moment, and said, "You’re in luck, you should survive."

On the card was the portrait of Huang Biao.

Three, three, three.

[Stolen Resurgence: Heals others, requiring water, will consume considerable physical and Spiritual Power, the stronger the target, the greater the consumption.]

He poured an entire bottle of water onto Qu Zhaoyu, placing his hands above, faintly glowing, the water seemed to come alive, flowing on its own.

Although this ability was stolen, its effect when used by him surely far exceeded Huang Biao’s, but Qu Zhaoyu’s Life Force was severely depleted, nearly dying.

Su Changxing looked at him, chuckled gently: "Heh, actually, saving you might not be a good thing, you’ll endure more suffering and eventually might still die."

Qu Zhaoyu sighed, feeling better, expression numb: "Better a hard life than a good death······ does this mean we’ve won?"

"Won? In some sense, yes, at least there’s some effect, that tree broke off a section?"

Su Changxing squinted, looking at the withered tree in the sky, displaying a cold smile.

The top of the withered tree was missing a large portion, its branches entirely gone, like a complete puzzle missing a large piece.

"Wait here, take a rest, I’ll go back and take a look."

He walked back, saw the ground littered with mummified corpses in the distance, and the Monk’s half skeletal body, kneeling on the ground, maintaining the posture of looking towards him.

Su Changxing approached, looking at him, his brow trembling continually, thinking the Monk was filled with a death wish at the time, mumbled:

"Looks like there really is no Buddha in this world, it’s just self-consolation for humans." 𝗳𝚛𝗲𝕖𝚠𝚎𝚋𝗻𝗼𝕧𝗲𝐥.𝚌𝚘𝐦

He picked up the broken Totem from the sand and inspected it.

[Broken Healing Totem (Upper Rank of C): Gathers a massive amount of Life Force, possessing unimaginable healing effects, usable once.]