Dead

Seven was still chanting calmly even without a change on his face, as if he was beyond everything and feeling nothing. Or, his spirit had gone to somewhere else.

Like…

… into this painting.

Su Bai smiled. It could be said to be heartless to smile at this moment, but he knew Seven wouldn't mind, neither would Gyatso or Fatty. They wouldn't care about such things.

On one hand, it was kind of their unspoken rules that everyone should do whatever he could to get whatever he wanted, and no one should get mad about the consequences because it would be useless.

On the other hand, MT 2 was so difficult, it wouldn't matter if Su Bai was helping or not.

Yes, they were over it. Because the further they went, the more helpless and hopeless they became.

In the hall, Gyatso fought with an armored genie by himself and finally managed to kill him, but couldn't walk after that.