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The last drop of blood from Lin Su's fingertip, which had long been gathered, dripped into the wine as Night Shadow took the cup.
With a beaming smile, Lin Su continued to bless them, making it seem as if Qi Meng might almost believe that Lin Su was genuinely there to offer her good wishes.
Once Lin Su confirmed that Night Shadow had downed the wine, her smile vanished, and she swiftly pulled away the thin veil that concealed Qi Meng's face.
The decayed visage was suddenly exposed, and gasps filled the grand hall.
Taking advantage of Qi Meng's panic as she raised her arms to shield her face, Lin Su quickly snatched the bell that hung from her waist.
This bell had to be destroyed.
Even if Night Shadow drank the blood again, as long as this bell existed, he would remain a puppet.
Lin Su hastily summoned the little magic she had left to destroy it, but Qi Meng was already charging toward her.
In her hand was Lin Su's Purple Wood Hairpin, which she thrust fiercely at Lin Su.
However, Lin Su was too focused on casting her spell to destroy the bell and had no time to defend herself.
At that moment, a body stepped in front of Lin Su.
It was Data Ghost.
The wooden hairpin struck her body; not only was it a ghostly form, but even her soul was being battered at that moment.
Lin Su watched as she faded before her eyes, worry filling her gaze as she departed.
Lin Su wanted to tell her not to be afraid; she would soon come to accompany her.
Night Shadow drew out the Soul-Driving Fan from his sleeve and aimed it at Lin Su.
The bell in her hand had not yet disintegrated, and Lin Su looked at Night Shadow with pleading eyes, hoping he would awaken quickly.
But he did not.
Without hesitation, he swung the fan toward Lin Su, and the flickering Psycho Core above her head finally extinguished.
It seemed that Lin Su was destined to die in this Cyber Metropolis.
She had initially thought that once this matter was settled, she would go live among humans.
Now, with the Soul-Driving Fan not only extinguishing the Psycho Core but also scattering Lin Su's fragmented soul, the bell slipped from her grasp and rolled onto the ground. Although it had not disintegrated completely, it had lost its original form.
Lin Su looked calmly at Night Shadow before turning to leave. As he gazed at Lin Su, the uncertainty and hesitation in his eyes grew, clarity slowly returning to his expression. At last, he was beginning to awaken; Lin Su's efforts had not been in vain.
With heavy steps, Lin Su slowly walked out of the hall, heading towards the River of Forgetfulness. The Psycho Core was gone, the soul scattered, and his magical power exhausted. Even the blood that sustained Lin Su's waxen body had run dry. He could not hold on much longer. Lin Su was dying.
From a distance, he saw the emerald waters of the River of Forgetfulness and recalled his father's last words. "Su Su, you must never come to the River of Forgetfulness, not even to take a distant glance."
After his father's death, while researching the origins of the Data Ghost, Lin Su stumbled upon a startling revelation: his body was molded from a drop of wax that had condensed over millennia in this very river. A single breeze from the River of Forgetfulness could dissolve him entirely.
With a sigh, Lin Su accepted his fate; if he were to die, it might as well be in the River of Forgetfulness. It would be a return to where he belonged. Dragging his incredibly weak body forward, Lin Su continued on.
It felt like an eternity, but he finally mustered his last ounce of strength to stand by the riverbank. From far behind him came Night Shadow's desperate cries; he had awakened. Yet Lin Su could no longer stay by his side; he focused solely on stepping into the water.
The river felt warm against him. His toes, legs, and hands seemed to scatter into the water like fish returning home.
In that final moment, Lin Su struggled to turn his head for one last look at Night Shadow. But the wind was too strong, quickly scattering him across the surface of the River of Forgetfulness.
Lin Su faintly heard the heart-wrenching cries of the Night Shadow. In this lifetime, Lin Su ultimately missed the chance.
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