Naming Technique of the Night

Chapter 1183: Chapter 688: Blessed Across Three Lifetimes (Part 3)

With this kind of commotion, there must be at least a million mice, and that’s not something the thirty-one of them can stop.

“Sir!” Qing Yi shouted: “I know you don’t like to hear this now, I know you want to recklessly die with them, I heard Zhang Mengchan say that you’ve been blaming yourself a lot lately, punishing yourself by staying up all night. But sir, your death at this moment is utterly meaningless!”

“Sir! Iodophor must already have this realization. He knows he’s here to die, but his death has nothing to do with you, this is a calamity for humanity, someone has to die!”

Qing Yi followed beside Qing Chen, watching the deranged expression on Qing Chen’s face grow heavier with his tone: “Sir, your decision is correct, there’s just one hour left until your return, Iodophor must have a way to bring back what you need to the Outer World. They have completed their mission, but have you completed yours? Sir, you have to go!”

Qing Chen never thought that after spending 21 hours getting here, he would only manage a hurried meeting with Iodophor and would be unable to save him at all.

Facing this disaster, individual strength was too insignificant, so much so that even someone as smart as Qing Chen didn’t know how to kill the tide of mice and save Iodophor.

Qing Chen slowly stopped firing, gazing through the air at Iodophor on the edge of the rooftop.

But he saw the other’s face gradually calm down, no longer gesturing for him to leave, nor anxious.

Iodophor just stood at the edge of the rooftop, stood straight, and gave Qing Chen a standard salute.

Go, this is the honor of a soldier.

Qing Chen understood, even though the other didn’t say a word, Qing Chen understood everything.

Qing Yi roared: “Yan Chunmi! What the hell are you standing there for? Pull sir away, don’t let him be foolish here.”

However, at this moment, Qing Chen suddenly said, “No need, I’ll walk by myself.”

Saying this, Qing Chen turned and ran in another direction: “Retreat, I must await return.”

Qing Chen needs to kill, now is not the time for impotent rage, he has to become the calmest and most rational version of himself, then kill all his enemies.

Qing Yi finally let out a sigh of relief, really worried he couldn’t convince his master, then watch him stubbornly die in the tide of mice.

After running for a while, he looked back at the rooftop out of instinct, only to see Iodophor still maintaining the salute posture.

For some reason, his nose tingled, and he dared not look more.

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On the rooftop, seeing Qing Chen finally leave, Iodophor suddenly smiled and said, “Damn it, when I was a kid watching war movies, I always thought those heroes who sacrificed themselves were so damn cool. But why am I a little scared now that it’s my turn?”

“Crap, you should’ve said earlier, I saw how tough you were acting, and didn’t dare to utter a single shaky word,” a Kunlun member laughed and cursed.

At this moment, four people carried two sofas up the stairs onto the rooftop: “Crap, why didn’t you throw them away? Aren’t there stools? Downstairs is already lost, the rooftop probably won’t hold either. Candy and Notebook are dead, couldn’t hold the last line. Come, lend a hand, throw these two sofas down, smash those bastards.”

Iodophor laughed: “What’s the point of smashing them? In more than twenty minutes, we’ll return; our task is about to be completed.”

“Huh?” Kunlun members were stunned: “Why didn’t you say earlier, if you told us earlier, we wouldn’t have carried them up!”

By this time everyone was exhausted to the extreme, throwing all manners and etiquette behind, everyone speaking casually.

Iodophor chuckled: “Block the door with the sofas, don’t let the mice rush up through this little door, everyone sit on the sofa and rest for a while, these past few days we’ve been only throwing sofas down, haven’t sat on them… later on, you’ll still have to drag some time for me.”

After blocking the rooftop door with the sofas, everyone squeezed onto the sofas, Iodophor was late in getting a spot and had to sit on the armrest, his rear a bit sore.

Everyone just sat quietly, gazing at the distant night sky.

Behind them, the mice thunderously crashed at the door, but with the sofas wedged, it couldn’t be opened.

“You say, after we leave, will Boss Zheng and Lu Yuan miss us?”

“They definitely will. Lu Yuan has been making me wash his socks every day; I’m almost sick of it. Is this considered bullying within the organization? Can I report him?”

“Why didn’t you say earlier, if you told Boss Zheng earlier, he would’ve punished him.”

“Do I try to live a little longer, or do we get up and defend a bit longer? I want to hold on until returning to report Lu Yuan.”

“Hahaha!”

“Hahahahaha!”

Laughter swirled around the rooftop, lingering persistently.

Gradually, everyone fell silent, for the past few days everyone’s mind was filled with each other’s shouts, the mice were coming, the mice were coming again, the same few sentences repeated until their ears grew calluses.

Wearisome.

This time, Iodophor said: “Brothers, it’s about time… It’s an honor to join you on this journey. In the next life, let’s be brothers again.”

“Three lives’ honor.”

“Three lives’ honor!”

In the next second, the tide of mice stacked up from outside the rooftop, continuously surging onto the rooftop.

“Kill!” Kunlun members all rushed forward: “Give Iodophor a bit more time.”

Iodophor sat on the sofa quietly watching his brothers fight, remaining absolutely still himself.

Kunlun members were swallowed by the mouse tide one by one; he raised his hand to glance at the return countdown 00:00:30.

In an instant, Iodophor pulled out his own dagger, fiercely slashing open his abdomen, then stuffing a sealed bag containing twelve plug-in hard drives into his stomach.

Excruciating pain spread to his brain nerve, almost causing him to faint.

Iodophor was going to use the rule that items could be carried by the human body, to bring the hard drives back to the Outer World for Qing Chen!

As for others who just fought desperately now, it was merely to help Iodophor buy time until the moment of return.

The tide of mice swallowed others and engulfed Iodophor in an instant.

Until the moment of dying, Iodophor never intended to protect his vital areas, allowing the mouse tide to bite him.

He fiercely guarded his blood-gushing abdomen, which was the purpose of his journey.

“Long live the New World!”

The countdown reached zero.

The world plunged into darkness.