Chapter 7: Tang Mo, save me, you save me!

As if to really just express her contempt, the mosaic on the little girl's face returned to normal after saying this. She handed Tang Mo the giant match and turned herself around to run deeper into the bookshelf. That long ponytail swayed from side to side with her bouncing movements, and her tiny figure disappeared into the shadows deep within the bookshelf.

"Ding Dong! The confrontation game 'Who the hell stole my book' is over."

"Game rewards being settled ......"

"Player Tang Mo wins the quest and receives the rewards 'Giant Match' and 'Disdain from the Mosaic'."

"Player Chen Fangzhi failed the mission."

The clear voice of a child echoed in the empty library, and entered the ears of Tang Mo and the magician. Usually games come with prizes, even online card games can get you some kind of happy beans or something, and Tang Mo had already guessed that this big match might be his prize.

But what is that "contempt from the mosaic"?

Isn't this a quest clue? God damn game rewards!

Tang Mo's face suddenly turned green and white, and his heart was complicated. Compared to him, the godly man was even more in a trance.

The cleric is the loser of this game, and there are rewards and usually penalties. A loss in a normal game might be a loss of money, a loss in the Black Tower game is a loss of who knows what.

The Black Tower didn't explicitly tell the punishment, and the cleric was confused for a long time, moving slowly and turning his head to Tang Mo : "...... Will I die?"

This is a question Tang Mo can't answer either. He consoled, "It shouldn't be that serious."

The godly man gained confidence all of a sudden: "I believe you. You're so smart and what you say makes sense, it won't be so cruel, it's a god, it's going to bring me hope and rebirth, it's my god ......"

Tang Mo holds a large match and gazes calmly at the man of God, who is going crazy.

Not being informed of the game's penalties in the first place gave him a twinge of unease. As if it was the calm before the dawn, this kind of behavior that does not conform to the common sense of the game often represents a more terrible and unpredictable result. But Tang Mo also at the same time persuaded himself in his heart: if failing the game really meant death, then I'm afraid at least half of the people in this world would have to die, right?

How is it possible for billions of people to die?

It shouldn't be possible.

I don't think so ......

The game of confrontation is over, but the library is not back to normal. Tang Mo and the Godstalker tried, but they still couldn't get down the stairs. Meanwhile, the third floor window was blank.

They haven't returned to Suzhou yet.

Time passes by, and Tang Mo and the God Stalker are still trapped on the third floor of the library.

The clock on the wall crossed six o'clock, and Tang Mo's body suddenly tightened, an unexplained panic sweeping over his senses.

His heart was beating fast again.

His thumping heart seemed like it would fly out of his chest in the next second, Tang Mo held onto the bookshelf with one hand, but his body couldn't be stabilized at all, and he paralyzed along the bookshelf and sat on the ground. The godly man hurriedly ran over from the distance, "What's wrong with you?"

The excessively fast blood flow caused Tang Mo's face to turn red within a minute, and every inch of his body was frighteningly red, as if he were a boiled crab. The magician stumbled backward in fear, but soon he gathered the courage to walk over to Tang Mo's side: "Are you all right? Why are you so red, and your face is also hot ...... Are you having a fever?!"

Tang Mo's heart was just beating too fast and his mind was still awake. He struggled to get out two words, "Heart ......"

The cleric immediately understood and covered it with his hand, "Why is your heart beating so fast! It's got to be 200 beats ...... no, 300 beats per minute?!"

Tang Mo, no longer able to speak, corrects in his head: it's 394 strokes.

The library could not get out, and there were only Tang Mo and the magician inside. Tang Mo suddenly became like this, the God Stick can do nothing, can only help him to the service desk table, push away all the things on the table, let Tang Mo lie down. After doing all this, the godly man ran into the bathroom and put water on Tang Mo's forehead with paper, hoping that it would help.

Tang Mo's heartbeat had reached 532 beats per minute. He didn't know what the fastest human heartbeat could be, but he felt that with every next second, his heart might explode. But for some reason, that heart defied all medical common sense and held on strongly.

The magician kept running to the bathroom, dipping toilet paper in water and applying it to every inch of Tang Mo's bare skin.

Tang Mo could sense that this kind of behavior was not helpful at all, but he was very grateful to the magician for helping him in this way. He was unable to speak, but could only look at him with red eyes and see that he was sweating profusely.

After a full hour, Tang Mo counted his heartbeat and realized that it had actually dropped.

Thinking that the cold compresses were having an effect, the magician hurriedly ran a few more times and put wet wipes on Tang Mo's eyelids as well.

I don't know how much longer it took, but Tang Mo felt able to move his body. He took away the wet paper that had been put on his body and got up from the table with trembling hands.

The Godly Man happened to come out of the bathroom, and when he saw this scene, he immediately ran over, "How are you?!"

Tang Mo opens his mouth and realizes his throat is frighteningly dry. He swallowed a mouthful of saliva and nodded with a smile, "Well, it seems to be getting better."

"That's good, that scared me to death just now." The Divine Cleric breathed a sigh of relief.

Tang Mo looks seriously at the goddam, "Thank you."

The cleric shook his head, "It's fine, I can't just watch you fall over there and not care."

The two of them have an awkward relationship right now. On the one hand the Godmodder pulls Tang Mo into an unknown game that poses an unclear danger to him, and at this point the two of them should have a gap and even need to watch out for each other. But on the other hand, the game is over, and it seems that they are really just playing an ordinary game. Tang Mo's sudden physical accident is not abandoned by the Magician, and even if he did not do anything to help, Tang Mo cannot help but be grateful.

After all that, the two men had drawn a little closer together.

Shenanigans: "What just happened to you, suddenly your heart beat so fast. My dad is a doctor, not to mention reaching that heartbeat of yours, a normal person with a heartbeat count of 250 will not be able to supply blood to their heart and will die within minutes."

Tang Mo thought for a moment and decided to inform the goddam, "You haven't had a racing heart in the last few days?"

The cleric shook his head, "No."

Tang Mo frowned and patiently explained, ''My heart suddenly beat faster since three days ago. It wasn't as fast as today's before, but it all reached over 300 beats per minute. At the same time, I'm very irritable. This aspect of irritability could be because of the Black Tower incident, I am not a 'Black Tower Dangerous Faction', but I am also not a complete 'Black Tower Happy Faction', and it is understandable for me to develop a sense of irritability after such a big event happened in the Black Tower. But the heartbeat point is something I don't understand either."

"Are you sick with something?"

"I haven't been to the hospital in the last few days with the Black Tower incident."

The magician thought for a moment, "Then you'd better go see a doctor earlier. I've never heard of your kind of disease before, and I'm afraid you're the only one in the world who hasn't died with a heartbeat of 300 or more." The God Stick joked, "Maybe you'll be drafted by the state to be a guinea pig for a good study. Eh, then you'd better not go to the doctor."

Tang Mo laughed.

"Click-"

In the silence of the library, there was a sudden sound of a door opening.

Tang Mo and the goddam looked at each other: it was the sound of the door to the first floor of the library being opened!

The two raced down the stairs, the forces that had prevented them from leaving from the third floor of the library all disappearing at some point, and they ran as fast as they could in their lives to the tall mahogany doors of the library.

The key turned gently in the lock hole, and with a creak, the door was pushed open a crack. The long-lost sunlight shone through the tiny cracks on the faces of Tang Mo and the cleric. The warmth was not the "angelic daytime" of the game, it was the real sun.

Tang Mo squinted his eyes, the warmth soothing the pores throughout his body.

"Huh, Tang Mo, what are you doing here?" A clear female voice rang out, "You came to get your things so early?"

Tang Mo opens her eyes, "Xiao Zhao?"

Tang Mo then remembered that he had come to the library yesterday evening to pick up something because Director Wang said that the library would be requisitioned by the government. It took him a few seconds to clear his mind, "You came to get something?"

Xiao Zhao smiled, "Yeah. My parents think this Black Tower thing is too weird and are planning to go back home to avoid the storm. We're leaving at ten o'clock, so I'm here to pick up something. Eh, wasn't I the one who asked you first, but you're here so early? What's that in your hand, matches? Ah, the god stick ...... cough, why is he also in?"

Xiao Zhao sees the cleric, who swallows nervously.

Tang Mo calmly explains, "I ran into him while I was getting my stuff and had a little chat."

"You and him still have something to talk about ......" Xiao Zhao muttered twice. She looked up and said, "Then I'll come in to get some things, so I won't talk to you." With that, the little girl raised her steps and prepared to enter the door.

Just as she was about to step through the door with one leg, Tang Mo's eyes widened and her pupils trembled.

"Zhao Yan!"

Zhao Yan was Xiao Zhao's name, she had been in the library for half a year, and very few people would call out that name. Tang Mo suddenly shouted, Xiao Zhao looked at him strangely, "What's wrong?"

Tang Mo's lips were slightly parted, unable to utter a word, but he just looked at Xiao Zhao's lower body with a strange look. Xiao Zhao followed his gaze and looked down, and when she got a good look, suddenly, she fell to the ground and crawled backward a few steps with both hands.

"What is this, what is this ...... Where's my leg! Where's my leg!!!"

Tears overflowed his eyes in a flash.

This is just a little girl who just graduated from college in '96, she bawled her eyes out and kept touching her lower | body with both hands, but there was nothing there, an empty space.

In Tang Mo's eyes, an invisible thread is spreading from Xiao Zhao's thighs to her upper body. Wherever the thread goes, everything comes to nothing, as if something has erased Xiao Zhao from the world.

He did not know when the thread appeared, and by the time he realized it, Xiao Zhao's calf had disappeared. She was standing and talking to Tang Mo, oblivious.

With tears and snot running down her face, Xiao Zhao's waist had disappeared, and she crawled over to Tang Mo's legs, grabbing his pants leg with both hands and crying out in pain, "Help me, Tang, help me! What's wrong with me, what's wrong with me! Brother Tang, save me!"

Tang Mo reached out to hold Xiao Zhao's hand, but he had just held it for two seconds when the thread traveled to Xiao Zhao's arms and her hand disappeared.

The transparent wire went to Xiao Zhao's neck.

All that was left of her was a head lying on the ground, her eyes in tears, looking at Tang Mo, scary and weird.

"I don't want to die ...... I don't want to die. I haven't been in love yet, I haven't had a favorite. I want to go back to watching cartoons, and the novel I was chasing yesterday hasn't finished ...... Dad ...... Mom ...... I don't want to die, I don't want to die. Brother Tang, Tang ......"

The mouth disappeared too.

Those tear-soaked eyes watched Tang Mo until the man all but disappeared.

In one minute, a large living person was just gone.

Tang Mo's mind went blank, however at this moment, what scared him the most was that by this time, he was actually very calm as well. He looked at the place where Xiao Zhao had disappeared for a full half a minute, then suddenly thought of something and hurriedly turned his head to look at the godly man behind him.

In the darkened library, the part of the godly man below his thighs had disappeared. He looked at Tang Mo with a pale face and revealed a scared and pitiful smile, "Tang ...... Tang Mo, is this the punishment for failing the game ......"

"Goddammit!"

Bang!

The cleric fell to the ground.

Tang Mo immediately rushed up and held the godly man's hand.

The god stick cried, his tears flowed all over his face, his snot stuck to his lips. He grasped Tang Mo's hand, like Xiao Zhao, and said over and over again, "I don't want to die, I don't want to die ...... Tang Mo, you save me, I don't want to die ...... "

Tang Mo couldn't do anything about it, he pressed his hand on the part of the God Stick that didn't disappear, but when the line was drawn, what should have disappeared still disappeared, and what he touched was a piece of air.

Only the top half of the God's staff remains.

Tang Mo: "Don't be afraid, there must be a way."

God stick a big man crying, "What can I do, I don t want to die, I really don t want to die ...... Tang Mo, you save me ah! You eliminated me, you save me! You save me!"

Tang Mo couldn't say a word.

The godly man also stopped talking, and he kept on crying all the time. Time became incredibly slow, and when his chest was about to disappear, he suddenly gripped Tang Mo's hand tightly, looked at Tang Mo with those bloodshot eyes, and hissed as if to say, "I have a daughter. She is in Shanghai, her mother and I are divorced. You help me to see her, see if she is still alive. Her name is Shanshan, Chen Shanshan, she must be alive, she must be alive! You help me to see her, just one look!"

The cleric's hand disappeared.

"You help me, Tang Mo, I beg you, help me. She must be alive, she must!"

Tang Mo: "Where does she live?"

"She is in the Jing'an district, studying in the city's Beili, in her first year. She ......"

The goddamned mouth disappeared.

His eyes are fixed on Tang Mo.

The transparent thread traveled to the base of his ear, and he stared at Tang Mo without blinking, his eyes red and frightening, as if with all his strength.

"I'll go find her, she must be alive."

The thread completely obliterated Tang Mo's ears, but Tang Mo's eyes relaxed for a moment. Still crying, he could no longer speak, but just looked at Tang Mo, blinking at him before his eyes disappeared, and a single tear fell, dripping to the ground.

Tang Mo sat alone on his knees at the door of the library, Xiao Zhao outside the door disappeared, and the godly man inside the door also disappeared.

The clock struck eight in the library, the pendulum clock struck the eighth, and Tang Mo was still sitting on her knees on the cold floor.

"Sleep, sleep, my sweet baby. Mommy's hands, gently rocking you ......"

A gentle and kind female voice resounded throughout the city of Suzhou.

Tang Mo stiffly turned his head towards the huge black tower that was located 200 meters away from the library.

Colorful light flickered on the black tower. A day ago, thousands of people were gathered around that tower; now, a day later, only seven or eight people are left sitting paralyzed on the ground, just like Tang Mo, raising their heads in bewilderment and staring at the black tower that sings "Lullaby".

After the female voice sang the beginning, a group of child voices rang out along with the female voice.

"Sleep, sleep, my sweet baby.

Mom's hands, gently rocking you.

Cradle rock you to a quick and peaceful sleep.

The night has been quiet and how warm it is under the covers ......"

The voice sang over and over again. The wind blew across the land, carrying this wonderful song further away.

The song finished with that crisp, familiar child's voice.

"Ding Dong! Four hundred and ninety-eight million players have successfully loaded into the game ......"

"Game archive in progress ......"

"Game data loading ......"

"Player information loading ......"

"Archived successfully at ......"

"Loaded successfully ......"

"Loaded successfully ......"

"Dingdong! November 18, 2017, players are welcome to enter the game."

"Announcing the Three Iron Laws of the Black Tower-"

"First, all explanations belong to the Black Tower."

"Second, 6:00-18:00 is game time."

"Third, all players are asked to work on attacking the tower."

"Ding Dong! Happy gaming!"