Chapter 181 All Mortals Will Die 03
Moon Deer...
No wonder the old man was not surprised when he introduced himself just now, it turned out that this was his name.
Entering a place that is completely different from the ordinary world, where there are rules for development. He will find a character with the same name and surname, and blend in skillfully, becoming a member of it. No one will doubt his identity, he will be like someone who originally lived here, and then unfold his own story here...
——This situation reminded him of a special noun.
"examination room"
Developed by Vice Dean Tong, the examination halls for witchcraft students to test themselves are surreal real places.
It is said that these "examination rooms" were collected from all over the place by the college over several years. They were originally events, just like someone placed cameras at different times and places, specifically capturing local curious events, cutting off the beginning and the end and keeping them, and then using the college's special preservation methods, they became "small worlds".
These "small worlds" are like Bodhi leaves and lotus seeds, hanging in the college, waiting for students to line up and enter one after another.
Jiang Yuelu entered the industry halfway through his career and has only a vague understanding of the examination hall.
How it was intercepted, retained and operated is unknown.
The only information he had access to was when he found out that his younger brother and sister might be in Ghost City, so he went to Eighteen Pawnshop and asked someone to investigate the number of examination rooms. The strange thing was that the examination room was a public place with a large number of students entering it every moment, but the academy was very secretive about it and would not let anyone get any relevant information.
The Eighteen Pawnshops were doing business next to the academy. Even though Jiang Yuelu offered a high price, they could only give a vague answer of "thousands, countless".
It’s the same as not saying anything.
Probably noticing his extremely bad face, the boss lowered his voice and said, "I heard that these examination rooms also have a unified number, just like the examination papers in the human world. The numbering format is just based on time. The Paper Man City and Tree Man Girls' High School happened relatively recently. As for the distant ones, there are also those from a hundred years ago..."
Jiang Yuelu asked: "One hundred years ago, is that the earliest?"
The boss nodded and said, "Yes, the number looks correct."
…
At this moment, in this strange and unfamiliar old house of the Jiang family, facing the old man who called himself "young master", a sentence flashed through Jiang Yuelu's mind.
It's a lie.
The Academy lied, it concealed it.
The earliest numbering of the examination room is definitely not just a hundred years ago... but a thousand years ago!
Xia Yi once told him how long ago he was born, and the only information the academy could find was the Ghost King's age.
The moment a dangerous thing appears, it is relatively easy to locate it in the long river of time, but if it grows up, starts to move around, and learns to hide its whereabouts, then the academy will not be able to track it down. This is the case with the Twelve Chaos Ghost Wizards, and even more so with the ancient and unpredictable Ghost King.
Jiang Yuelu could conclude that Xia Yi was born very early.
It was around the time when the academy was just beginning to be planned and established, wizards began to gather together, and an organization gradually took shape.
At that time, the wizarding forces were not the four families they are today.
The dean is not Kong Zhuning, and Vice-Dean Tong has not yet developed the "examination room"...so how did this space that is suspected to be an "examination room" survive?
Jiang Yuelu couldn't help but think more deeply about the "exam room information" concealed by the college.
How did it survive?
How was a period of time, a region, picked up and put into a box like pieces of a puzzle?
"Young master, you should eat something." Old Man Jiang thought that his face looked so bad because he hadn't eaten, and kept persuading him to drink chicken soup.
Jiang Yuelu shook her head, "Don't worry, there are still important things to do."
Old man Jiang was so worried that he said, "If there's no rush to eat, what else is there to rush about?"
"You call me Little Master because my name is Jiang Yuelu? I look a lot like your daughter? Aren't you afraid that I stole the information from outside to deceive you?"
Old Man Jiang smiled, "I know what you mean. There are some businesses out there that make human head masks, but I don't think you are one of them."
"Why?" Jiang Yuelu thought for a moment and said, "Have you checked my face when I was asleep?"
"No, it isn't. Little Master."
Old Man Jiang exhaled, put down the bowl of chicken soup, and sat on the ground. "From the moment I saw you, I knew it was you. The young lady's child is back."
"But why?"
"Because of this." Old man Jiang picked up a pair of scissors from the small table and pierced his finger neatly. Drops of blood flowed along his finger to the palm of his hand.
Hold the back of your hand with your palm, with five fingers connected to the palm.
"The Jiang family will always recognize the Jiang family. It's not because of flesh and blood. Our recognition was destined by our ancestors. Do you see this blood? Your blood recognizes my blood, and my bones recognize your bones."
Old Man Jiang said, "Look at it, do you feel anything?"
Jiang Yuelu looked at it very carefully and said, "I don't feel anything."
"..." Old Man Jiang didn't believe it. "How is that possible? Take another look?"
Jiang Yuelu did feel something, but it was dizziness caused by weakness, which was not the same as what he said. Seeing that he still had a blank face, Old Man Jiang became a little anxious, "But I, I recognize you!"
"My little master, is something wrong with you? Has your blood been replaced by someone... No, no, no, if it had been replaced, I would definitely know that your bones are correct, correct, what's going on..."
Jiang Yuelu looked at the old man touching him, feeling a little amused. But he soon remembered something and stopped laughing.
Some contradictory things did happen to him.
For example, he and Xia Yi have completely different memories.
For example, when he recalled the memory of tears in the academy, he saw some scenes that belonged to him but he could not remember. These scenes could be confirmed by Xia Yi, but he could not remember them no matter what.
It was as if someone had taken an eraser to his brain and casually erased some memories.
Who can do such a thing?
Then there is his age.
If Xia Yi's age was true, and if his acquaintance with him was true, how old would he be now? If he were a human, he would have died several times, right?
So, there was something wrong with him?
"Can I stay here for a few days?" He planned to see the situation first.
Old Man Jiang was naturally delighted. "Okay, okay, drink the chicken soup first... Hey, I have to go out hunting, and I can't let you, my little master, eat coarse food with me, an old man!"
The old man was in a hurry and was about to leave. When he stepped out of the courtyard, he suddenly remembered something and shouted to the second floor, "Young master!"
Jiang Yuelu opened the window and saw Old Man Jiang’s serious face.
"No matter who comes, don't open the door for them. I can get in by myself."
Jiang Yuelu had originally planned to do the same. She nodded and was about to close the window when she saw green smoke rising not far away. A single straight beam of smoke drifted out from the dense jungle.
If you listen carefully, you can also hear the sounds of gongs and drums.
"Is there a wedding going on there?"
Old man Jiang seemed to have heard the noises a long time ago and was not surprised, but his mood was visibly getting worse, and his face darkened: "Those people come here every year. They are just sick. You just need to rest and don't worry about them." After saying this, he walked away, leaving Jiang Yuelu touching her nose innocently.
He has been extremely sensitive to the ways of the world since he was a child. The last time Old Man Jiang got angry with him was because he mentioned the gods. This old man, who was obviously squeezed out and lived in a remote mountain area, despised the gods. So this time, was it also because of the gods?
He couldn't help but stop closing the window and look at the beam of green smoke in the dim sky again.
For some reason, the longer I looked at it, the more my eyes hurt.
It was not the dense pain of a needle prick, nor was it the swelling pain that came one after another. It was incredible, as if this kind of pain could only be caused by external force.
Because his eyeballs seemed to be torn apart by some force. It was like a tug-of-war in the air, and the prize for winning would be his eyeballs...
When this thought came to his mind, he felt a chill involuntarily. He took a deep breath and closed the window.
There was no such feeling anymore, he waited a moment before deciding.
Then he carefully lifted a corner of the window. The wooden windows of this old-style house were only covered with a layer of fragile paper, and he was afraid that they would be broken if he moved even a little.
Move up, move up, and keep moving up.
Chest, neck, chin.
Everything works fine.
Slowly, the thin light of the sun moved to his eye sockets. As soon as he was exposed, it was as if a hand grabbed his eyes from the air, "Ugh!"
If Old Man Jiang came back now, he would definitely think that his posture was extremely distorted.
Because he struggled to hold the window with his upper body, fighting against the unknown enemy. The enemy was like a transparent tentacle demon, clinging to the window sill and wall, pulling at his eye sockets like opening a champagne cork, and his upper body seemed to be suspended in the air...
no!
You'll fall out of the window if you keep going like this!
Jiang Yuelu wanted to close the window again to block her eyes from being exposed, but while struggling, she suddenly caught a glimpse of the smoke from the corner of her eye. It would have been fine if she hadn't looked at it, but she was shocked when she did.
The straight column of smoke suddenly twisted, like a tree trunk with all its branches pulled out. It instantly came to life, and branches grew one after another, covering the sky in less than a moment.
This change was so sudden that he was completely unprepared. He only felt that the "Green Smoke Tree" seemed to have acquired human nature, transforming into a distorted and arrogant appearance, and constantly calling his name.
He realized almost instantly that the enemy was not clinging to the wall.
It was more than ten miles away, constantly calling out to his eyes—calling out to him.
It is that wisp of green smoke!
That is related to God...Jiang Yuelu's back was covered with sweat, and he recalled the days when he was controlled by the gods. That feeling was so uncomfortable. The huge gap in combat power between humans and gods appeared before his eyes. What he was facing seemed to be as huge as Mount Tai or the Yellow River, or even older and more mysterious than that.
"Oops……"
In the moment he was distracted, his upper body had already leaned out of the window and was hanging dangerously on the edge.
It’s no big deal to fall down…it’s just the second floor.
And it might also cut off the visual contact with Qingyan, which is a good thing.
Despite this, Jiang Yuelu still couldn't let go, because he had a strong premonition that the unknown external force tearing at him didn't just want him to fall, it most likely wanted to devour him.
If he let go of her hand now, he would face only two possible outcomes: falling off the building or being pulled away. The latter seemed more likely.
With this force and this direction, if he is pulled away, the speed will not be reachable by mortals. He will fly across the jungle in tatters like a kite with a broken string. This process is not the most terrifying thing. The most terrifying thing is what he will face after reaching his destination?
There was the sound of gongs and drums coming from where the smoke was coming from. Were they offering sacrifices? Offering sacrifices to gods? Was there a god there? Would he be possessed by his body again?
No and no.
This is not the real time. There are no gods in the real academy. The gods here are definitely more powerful than a scattered wisp of divine thought. Maybe they are not occupied by the body, but eaten directly!
Thinking of this, he burst out strength from his five fingers, growled on the edge of weakness, and pulled his body back a little.
The next thing to do is to take a chance and close the window with your other hand.
This will cause his body to lean forward slightly and he will also lose the supporting strength of one hand.
The situation is critical, let’s fight!
He used all his strength and reached forward.
Caught!
Jiang Yuelu was overjoyed. But before he could be happy for a few seconds, his whole body completely shifted with his hand in the air, and tilted towards the direction of the green smoke outside the window.
Oh no!
Going to be taken away!
Cold sweat oozed down his back, soaking his clothes. He could no longer tell whether it was due to low blood sugar caused by not eating or weakness caused by loss of strength.
That tired feeling came back again.
"This is really bad..."
He smiled bitterly for a moment, and for a moment, he wanted to do nothing and be taken away by external forces. Maybe this was a nightmare, and when he woke up, there would be no examination halls or colleges, and he would still be the brother of the three children, without having to go to the company or live in fear.
Five pale fingers left the window sill one by one.
When the last finger was about to be lifted, Jiang Yuelu suddenly felt a burning pain miraculously.
It naturally did not happen now, but a long time ago, when he first met a ghost, the other party burned his fingers with green ghost fire.
A lot of things happened after that. Among all these things that made him exhausted, there were probably one or two things that made him feel happy and relaxed, right?
Among these people who make him unhappy, angry and powerless, there is one person who stands on his side, right?
"Xia Yi..." He spat out the name bitterly.
In this fateful room - the place where everything began, the mantra brought by the name injected a bit of strength into his weak body again, allowing him to grit his teeth and hang in the air in a very ugly posture. Just when his eyes were about to pop out, he suddenly felt a slight pain in his little finger burning.
The room, which should have been dark, was faintly lit up by a pale white flame.
As the fire here lit up, the wisp of green smoke seemed to be touched, pulling Jiang Yuelu's colorless and tasteless hand even more brutally.
He could barely hold onto the window.
——If that black shadow hadn’t suddenly appeared, he would really have flown away from the Jiang family’s attic.
“…”
Jiang Yuelu was stunned and looked up at the shadow in the attic.
He has light white hair, light red eyes, and wears the simplest white clothes. When you see him, you will think of the words "new life".
At this moment, I hold my own hand, which has the luster of jade, but does not look like a human hand. There is flesh and blood inside, and it seems hollow inside, separated by a layer of hard and cold skin.
So were the red eyes looking at him.
So is the sound.
All of them were new and distant, but they brought tears to his eyes.
The ghost who burned his little finger once again grabbed his little finger, looked at him and said, "Why did you call me?"
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