"Ahem....."

Yu Zhiyu gently shook the soul time that was running away in his hand, pointed to the ruins in the distance, and finally looked at Wei Gushu.

Her meaning was very simple, Wei Jushu could fully understand it, she hoped that she could hide in the rubble and wait for rescue, and now that time was recovering, it was not impossible.

Wei Jushu struggled from her powerlessness, took a deep breath, walked to the back of the ruins, and gently put her behind.

"I ......"

Wei Yushu took a deep breath and returned the silver pocket watch to her, wanting to say something but feeling the jerkiness in his throat, he licked his dry lips.

"Time is back in motion, but it's not enough, it's coming back too slowly."

The hands rotate fast and slowly, occasionally in reverse, and time is fully restored, at least not in a matter of hours.

In the distance, as time gradually recovered, a girl from another class woke up from the pain, she vomited blood foaming from her mouth, and looked for everything that could save her with a pleading gaze.

Wei Jushu met that gaze, he gritted his teeth and gripped the red fire axe handle in his hand.

"If she can be taken to the hospital now, is there any chance of survival?"

Wei Gu said in a low voice.

Powerlessness, yes, powerlessness, can only witness people die with remorse and pain because of abnormalities, which is not an acceptable death.

Wei Jushu is not afraid of death, he calmly accepts the death of himself and others, whether it is at the end of his life or because of a sudden accident, whether he has fulfilled his ambition or fallen on the road, and even spends his life in a mess.

However, some kind of malicious, unknown anomaly, arbitrarily aborting such a fate is not a reasonable ending.

He would not allow such a death, and seeing such an end and not being able to do anything about it would fill his heart with remorse.

One should put a proper end to everything, only then can you let go, otherwise you will always have words that should have been said but could not be said, things that should have been done but not done, and your heart will be full of regrets.

"Don't go to death, you don't have a weapon."

Yu Zhiyu endured the pain and said to him with a frown. The young man in front of him is different from himself, he is also a soul overflow, he has not been discovered, he has not caused harm, and he has survived alone until now.

But he's just a high school student, he hasn't received systematic training, he doesn't even know the [Fa] and [Soul Pressure], but he wants to save people!

"I have a weapon."

Wei Jushu was in her sight, the corners of his mouth twitched, and he hooked a stiff arc, like laughing, as if he was sad, his right hand twisted at an obviously unnatural angle, and the blood was already soaked in the school uniform.

"The greatest weapon of mankind is the determination to let go."

Wei Jushu laughed and cried, and said goodbye to her.

"It's nice to know at the end of the day that I'm not the only one in the world who can see anomalies, thank you, it's important to me."

"I still have a lot more things I want to ask you, but I probably won't have the chance."

The teenager, saying goodbye to her like this, they both knew that this might be the last word.

"Thank you, I'm not alone anymore."

Wei Gushu stood up, but there was a soft touch in his hand.

The red ribbon was stuffed to him by Yu Zhiyu.

Under the gaze of the two of them, the red ribbon twisted and twisted the twisted right arm that was wrapped around Wei Gushu, forcibly tying it together, and stiffly straightening it.

The intense pain made his face even paler, but soon he moved the fingers of his right hand.

They regained consciousness.

Wei Gu could feel some kind of invisible power overflowing from his body, it was like water, but it was more invisible than water, its magnitude was very large, and when he touched it, it was as if his soul had a shape.

This may be [Soul Pressure], the first time Wei Jushu has felt this kind of thing.

His soul pressure was so strong that Yu Zhiyu was surprised, even if there were soul overflow patients recorded in history, no one could compare to him now.

On the other hand, the figure in the distance turned into pitch black, but the sense of oppression on its body was as low as an unimaginable low.

The red ribbon, with the Wei Gu Shu a little rough, some jerky soul pressure infusion, was gradually dyed black, Wei Gu Shu didn't say anything more, just walked out.

Staring at his back, a red-black ribbon fluttering on his right arm, which seemed to overlap the figure of some hero.

"Remember to give it back to me."

"Okay."

Wei Gushu, who lowered his head, moved forward silently, at this moment, Wei Gushu regained his original mentality, and his heart was very peaceful at the moment.

Fighting for his life with those things, things went back to the way they were, and that's what he's good at, because that's how he's spent his life in the past.

The wreckage, the severed limbs, the corpses of familiar people, the stench of blood and internal organs, the flickering spotlights, the chaos of time, the shattered burning ruins, the horror of the gymnasium was like a toy box smashed by a baby.

The only black figure twisted on the stage, struggling in agony, was the unique protagonist of this ridiculous nightmare—as it should be.

If the status quo is divorced from reality, it seems like a crazy stage play.

So unlike the stage play, a person came out of the position that should have been in the audience.

The black-red ribbon wrapped around his arm, which had been shattered inch by inch, fluttering slightly.

His gait was steady, his breathing was steady, and the black bangs that slightly covered his eyes swayed slightly with his footsteps.

Under the black bangs, the black pupils are bright and deep, without the slightest wavering. He slowly came back into the light from the shadows.

Wei Gushu, his soul pressure has been completely ignited, although it is still jerky.

He took off his school uniform and wrapped it around his waist as a belt, and at his side slanted two fire axes, the weapons he had broken from the emergency box, while carrying two fire extinguishers in one hand and dragging the legs of a desk with the other, the largest weapon he could find.

Wei Gushu's gaze spanned the chaotic surroundings, staring directly at the human figure on the stage without fear.

The figure paused and twisted, and slowly straightened up, as if to say something, but the hand of the Wei Gu technique was faster than its movements.

Even in the face of such a strange scene, he was still not occupied by the slightest fear, and his movements were still decisive and neat.

The fire axe was brought out in the palm of his hand, and the next moment the five fingers clenched with force. The high-strength handle made of plastic nylon creaked overwhelmingly under the five-finger grip of Wei Gushu's full force.

Wei Jushu took a deep breath, and his whole arm and shoulders were swinged, and he threw the fire axe out.