"That's it. In the end, Bao Shiyi died, died on the operating table, or on the way to the hospital..."

"Poor, her wife didn't know at all. The two met on the operating table, and finally..."

At the end of the story, the sound of the ghost system became sad and trembled.

"In the end, that person died, and his wife Zhou Yun confirmed his death."

...

Listening to the ghost system telling the story of the system called Bao Shiyi and the revenge of the social system, Nan Minglang gradually turned red. He did not expect that not all the copycats of the text were to save the world, and that some people had to revenge on society.

And the so-called revenge on society in the end is just so sad and desperate to save people.

Save your daughter, save those children...

The one who is most desperate and heartbroken is perhaps the one who stays.

When Nan Minglang thought of the ending of the final story, tears couldn't help but shed, and he felt sad and uncomfortable.

Under the telling of the ghost system, it was like seeing the bloody scene with your own eyes. Seeing the blood all over the ground, someone shouted in despair and sadness, "Smile and don't cry..."

It was the last cry of a father, the sound of blood stained with it, and every word seemed to be crying.

Zhou Yun, who stayed there, watched her lover die on her operating table, and finally signed a death confirmation letter as a family member and wife.

All of this is really unimaginable to Nan Minglang.

It's really a chilling sense of horror!

That beast actually attacks the child!

He couldn't imagine how Zhou Yun would go on the operating table after Bao Shiyi died on the operating table. Seeing the cruel scene with his own eyes, how could Xiaoxiao not cry?

In that furnace-like world, the man did not survive and died on the seventh day.

...

"Ghost System, what you said, is this story true?"

Nan Minglang kept wiping his tears, feeling that it was embarrassing to cry like this, but he really felt uncomfortable and sad, but he hoped that this story was compiled by the ghost system to deceive him.

"I hope it's fake, my ancestor, and I thought of the last subsystem saying that I died before I could finish it. I don't know what to say in the end. My ancestor also felt uncomfortable, wuwu... so pitiful."

"I didn't make up this story by my ancestors. It's definitely a real story. If you write their stories, you must add a sentence and adapt it based on real people and facts."

Listening to the sound of the ghost system crying, Nan Minglang knew in his heart that it was obvious that this story was true.

Real person and real story adaptation?

It's not fictional. In another time and space, the man named Bao Shiyi was really dead.

If you won't return, that's the meaning of death.

Nan Minglang felt like a big stone was pressed down on his heart, and he couldn't describe the sadness. Although he had never met or met him, he felt very nervous when he thought of Bao Shiyi's life and that kind heart as good as the sun.

He couldn't imagine how he would face and survive if he had experienced those things.

The more you think about it, the sadder Nan Minglang becomes.

Nan Minglang didn't understand, and it was also very uncomfortable. Why did the system force Bao Shiyi to take revenge on society, even if it was asked Bao Shiyi to be the savior of entertainment.

He really couldn't imagine that Bao Eleven had to face those works that retaliate against society. It should be said that it was not just for them, but for those works that retaliate against society, and worked hard to survive.

No matter what happens, Bao Shiyi wants to survive.

"Ghost, ghost system, why can't you save him,..."

When the ghost system heard Nan Minglang's words, he was unhappy and said sadly: "This is the system setting. You have to know that that person would not have lived to be eighteen years old at the beginning. If it weren't for the subsystem, he would have died twice."

...

"I really want to write this story, but I'm afraid I can't write it well, I'm afraid... I'm afraid I'm sorry for him..."

Nan Minglang said sadly: "But I think his story should be known to more people, and his kind heart should be known to others."

This is Nan Minglang’s true thought.

He really wanted everyone else to know this story, but he also knew it would be difficult for him to write this story well.

That's a living person, that's not a name.

It is a life that has flesh and blood, laughter and tears, children of your own, lovers of your own, and finally dies.

Everyone wants to live, and he believes that Bao Shiyi wants to survive too.

The ghost system listened to Nan Minglang's words and said directly: "I knew it a long time ago, Nan, you are a vase, so you should choose to plagiarize."

"Don't ruin this story!"

Destroy this story?

Nan Minglang didn't know if he would ruin this story, but he knew that his pale writing style could not write about Eleven's kind heart and those hot blood.

How desperate should I be to say that I will kill someone alive?

How terrifying should it be that it would be to kill the beast director in the orphanage?

How uneasy should you be to think about taking revenge on society?

How painful should it be to be so that people will be disqualified?

...

Nan Minglang sat at the desk, holding a pen, and didn't listen to what the ghost system said. Now his mind was full of the name, the story, and the bloody and shocking scenes.

Eleven fought with the beast. Eleven pinched Lin Ge's neck and said he wanted to kill him. Eleven stopped the truck that rushed down. Eleven stabbed himself to kill the beast. Eleven held hands with Zhou Yun for the first time. Eleven sat in the field playing cello...

Those scenes appeared before him one by one, so clearly that he seemed to see the boy's six fingers, the father's despair, Zhou Yun's pain, and the tears of Xiaoxiao...

Nan Minglang wiped away his tears. At this moment, he didn't know why he didn't want to cry.

The room was very quiet. Just under that quiet, Nan Minglang seemed to hear a sad cello sound. In the sound of the cello, someone was burying the dead.

If Eleven dies, then someone should be buried for him in the end.

...

"Bao Shiyi, Zhou Yun..."

Nan Minglang lowered his head and red eyes, and then slowly wrote a passage on his notebook-

"A Glass of Dust".

"He and her have the best ending"

"The worst end, the most desperate encounter..."

"In the furnace world of memories, a speck of dust is longing for the best ending."

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Recommend "The Conscience of Entertainment", a story about Eleventh.
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