It was obvious that there was no "equality of all beings" on Wu, but those black matter instantly restrained a lot.

For seven hundred years, Jiang Yimi has actually been living in guilt and self-blame. She has been practicing controlling this power, even though everything has no meaning.

The school has become a real ghost school, and the city has also become a dead city.

She could actually leave here, everything has become a cycle. For seven hundred years, whether it is the soul in the mirror or the evil deeds outside the mirror, all living things have lived in an unchanging life.

Even if she leaves, there will be no change, but she never leaves.

When the little black cat saw the mask, it approached Bai Wu's shoes and rubbed it against Bai Wu with its cheeks. Bai Wu was really worried that Black Flame would burn out his Assassin Master Shoes.

"You, you are not him, you can't be his. Why do you pretend to be him..."

All this came too suddenly. Jiang Yimi did not really believe in Bai Wu. Seven hundred years have passed, and she has fantasized about countless scenes where heroes will come again.

But he never came, and the school was beyond recognition.

Under the influence of huge disasters, everyone has become evil deeds.

The entire campus was also swallowed up by luck, forming a special backlash rule - a prophecy.

All unlucky words will come true, and all bad things you say will happen.

The evil depravities here, whether they were former teachers or students, lived in fear of Jiang Yimi and the horror they created themselves.

After they became evil, they had many curses about the future.

All these curses began to come true because of the power of disaster, so many strange rules appeared throughout the school.

The more they hate something, the more the school forces them to face.

After being distorted by the power of misfortune, the era before the tower was obviously not over, but Baichuan Middle School has already experienced severe distortions like the era of the tower.

Everyone was eager to stay away from that school. The bonds in the entire school were swallowed up by the disaster that swept everything.

This area is divided into many blocks, and all the strange stories that were once talked about by students became real.

Good students, bad students, school teachers or other staff members all entered their own nightmare and began to cycle. The lives they once complained about became permanent destiny.

Nothing can be returned, and Jiang Yimi also knew that he had caused irreversible damage to the school.

She looked at Bai Wu, and she felt really angry in her heart, and the bad luck that was like a shadow behind her also became restless again:

"You are not him... If he is still alive, why haven't he come to me for seven hundred years?! You are not him at all, you just saw this memory pretending to be him! I have seen him die with my own eyes, he is dead!"

Facing Jiang Yimi's anger, Bai Wu felt very calm.

He could probably imagine Jiang Yimi's despair when she discovered that the masked monster died.

Extreme pain caused the fusion disease to occur. The power of the fusion disease was beyond imagination. Everything in the school was swallowed by this bad luck and was beyond recognition.

Her heart was in great pain, but no one came to her life like a hero again.

She could only live with the Black Cat, almost eternally in guilt and self-blame.

Whether the principal died or not may not matter anymore.

Because there are no living people in this school, the principal and other disciples of Cain have become irrelevant roles.

At least in Jiang Yimi's opinion, this is everything. She is the biggest sinner in this school and there is no way to save this school.

After clarifying her mood, Bai Wu's tone became gentle:

"Remember what I said, heroes will never die. The reunion between us has indeed been a little bit long, and I am far less powerful now than before. This world is no longer the world of that time, but you have not changed."

"Jiang Yimi, you may have done something wrong, but think about it carefully, at least you saved these people and left them in the school forever. If you did not stop the principal at that time, maybe they would live as human beings, but maybe... their fate would be even more tragic."

The first motivation for pretending to be a weird man in mask is to attack Jiang Yimi, but now, Bai Wu also hopes to truly solve Jiang Yimi's crux of the problem.

Jiang Yimi may still not believe that the man in front of her is a masked monster, but the pain and struggle on her face indicate that she had at least heard Bai Wu's words.

"Because of the power of time and space, I have learned a lot of things that will inevitably happen in the future. Do you think Baichuan Middle School is the most miserable? In a deep-sea casino, there are countless people who don't even have lifespan or memory. Although they will not live in a bad state, they are not as good as bad state."

"In a huge cruise ship, countless people searched for refuge with hope, but what awaited them was lies and betrayal. They all turned into evil deeds without exception. Are they not worse than those in the school?"

"Maybe the teachers and students in these schools have resentment towards you, but it is undeniable that they will not experience greater despair at least. You have never left this school, and you don't know that there are countless more tragic things in this world when the end of the world comes."

"I said that we should look at all living beings from a macro perspective. Evil degeneration is not a bad thing, and evil degeneration itself is not evil. Evil degeneration has always been the heart of the human being."

"I'm not trying to tell you that what you're doing is right, but instead of continuing to blame yourself here, maybe we can think about how to bring the world back on track."

Bai Wu's words were loud and loud.

Jiang Yimi's eyes were getting more and more mist. She wanted to continue to refute Bai Wu, but she just couldn't speak.

She wanted to believe that the masked monster was still alive, and the reason why she didn't choose to leave here was because she still had such expectations in her heart.

Bai Wu saw through her true thoughts. He found paper and pen on the table, and the skills he had learned from Yan Jiu before finally became useful.

He picked up the paper and pen, and completed a painting in just ten minutes at an astonishing speed as Yan Jiu.

Although the lines were not colored and the lines were a little rough, Jiang Yimi could no longer hold back her tears when she saw the painting.

On the drawing paper, a man in a mask sat squatting on the window ridge of a low building, rubbing the head of the little black cat with one hand and carrying a food bag with the words "freshness" in the other hand.

The person in the painting appeared suddenly seven hundred years ago.
Chapter completed!