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Chapter 227 - 218 Flash

Chapter 227: Chapter 218 Flash

"This... is this the truth behind Deserted Mountain Night?"

After actually witnessing the story of the past, Xiao Yi looked troubled.

He still didn’t quite understand what kind of person Feister was.

As Lu Qiou had said, there was only a small part about Feister in it, and all of that was subjective opinion.

Even someone as astute as Xiao Yi found it difficult to comprehend.

After investigating the truth behind Deserted Mountain Night and trying to interpret the true meaning of Flash,

Xiao Yi was still clueless. It seemed that this final goal would not be easily achieved.

"How about it?" Lu Qiou asked, "Understand anything?"

"This..." Xiao Yi said with a serious face, "At least I now know you’re a filial son."

"Who asked you to focus on my business!" Lu Qiou was at a loss for words, "Shouldn’t the focus be on Feister? So, do you know what Flash really is?"

"I don’t know." Xiao Yi immediately gave a quality answer.

"I thought so," Lu Qiou sighed helplessly, "That was the genius’s last masterpiece; its profound meaning is not something we ordinary folk can understand. Anyway, you should understand the situation before Feister’s death now, right? In that situation, he could never have written a work about the flash of humanity!"

As soon as Lu Qiou’s words fell, an anomaly occurred!

Their world suddenly turned dark! The entire sky had been tainted with darkness!

And the source of that darkness was undoubtedly the book "Flash."

"What’s going on?" Xiao Yi frowned deeply as he sensed the changes in the world.

"It’s bad," Lu Qiou said, breaking into a cold sweat, "That story is expanding its reach, trying to pull more people into the story!"

"What should we do?" Xiao Yi asked again.

Lu Qiou fell silent for a moment, then, as if giving up, said, "It seems I have to forcibly end it."

"Force an ending?" Xiao Yi understood his meaning immediately, "Are you planning to leave that work unfinished?"

"There’s no other way!" Lu Qiou clenched his teeth and walked toward the book, "I don’t know if I can do it, but! I have to try!"

Lu Qiou was, of course, hindered by "Flash," a strong pressure making it difficult to advance.

But gritting his teeth, Lu Qiou forcibly took a step!

Muscles seemed to snap, bones creaked, on the verge of dislocation... but still, Lu Qiou resisted the pressure, arriving in front of "Flash."

Lu Qiou struggled to lift his hand, turning the pages of "Flash," reaching the yet unwritten blank page.

Lu Qiou’s other hand took out a pen from within his clothes, equally struggling to raise his hand, pressing the pen tip onto the page.

But... Lu Qiou didn’t move.

He remembered the story of "Flash" clearly.

But for that very reason, he couldn’t write a single word; he couldn’t bear to desecrate Feister’s legacy.

It was Feister’s work, the work of a genius, so... he couldn’t continue writing it; he wasn’t worthy to do so.

"After all... without Feister, I can’t write anything!"

A powerful blow sent Lu Qiou flying, rolling several times on the ground before stopping, pages from the book scattering around.

"Cough! Cough!" Lu Qiou coughed violently.

Xiao Yi hurried over, "Are you alright?"

"I’m... not okay," Lu Qiou knelt on the ground, no intention of getting up, "I can’t do it, after all, how could I, an ordinary person, have the right to desecrate the work of a genius?"

"Ah? You’re giving up just like that?"

"It’s impossible if it’s impossible!" Lu Qiou growled, "You won’t understand, it’s the despair of never being able to see the back of someone who has stopped and waited for you! I just can’t do it!"

The pages fluttered down beside Lu Qiou; he looked at them.

[My life has always been dark; therefore, I never hoped to see the sun... But in that moment, I encountered Flash.]

Reading this sentence, Lu Qiou couldn’t help but issue a sorrowful, almost hysterical cry:

"What exactly did he encounter as Flash!? I just can’t understand it! Is it really too arrogant to want to defile his work with the talent of an ordinary person? Xiao Yi, you should continue it, you who have personally experienced that story... must be able... to write a better ending than me."

Lu Qiou felt regret; he regretted choosing a life as a creator.

If he hadn’t chosen this path, he might have deluded himself into believing that he had talent, that he was an unpolished gem that just hadn’t tried, rather than despairing upon seeing his true self.

Nor would he... have killed Feister because of this.

Xiao Yi could only silently look toward the book "Flash."

But just thinking about it, Xiao Yi felt strong rejection.

He instinctively sensed that "Flash" was rejecting him; if he couldn’t understand the true meaning of Flash, no matter what he tried, he wouldn’t be able to approach "Flash," let alone write its ending.

But Lu Qiou could approach it... did that mean Lu Qiou actually knew the true meaning of Flash?

Yet he said he didn’t, what was going on?

"Even if he thought of it, but doesn’t believe it, so he feels he doesn’t know?"

Xiao Yi suddenly remembered something Xu Yingguang had once said to him.