"Dong." Su Ming'an hit a wrong note.
He stared in astonishment at Hui Bai, who was holding up the key, his mind buzzing.
...It turns out, in real history, Hui Bai did not entrust the key to Su Ming'an, who ranked eleventh, but instead he struggled to rise, nearing death, and knocked on the white door.
At this moment, it was as if the past and reality overlapped.
Hui Bai, through the key, reached the lake.
Time intertwined, Su Ming'an could see Hui Bai, but Hui Bai could not see Su Ming'an.
Covered in blood, Hui Bai resembled a blood-red worm. Both his thighs and arms were fractured, his abdomen had two large holes, and his body was filled with various players' ice spikes, corrosion, burns, and spreading poison. His eyes had fallen out, and his lips were cut by wind blades, blood streaming down his face.
