Chapter 119: The Road to Heaven 11 Someone is willing to plant trees for me...

Of these six doors, the two doors that had been opened did not look like cemeteries, but this door actually contained a real cemetery.

Zhuci's expression changed slightly because he could see clearly what was inside.

There are graves of various sizes inside, but the names on them are different.

With a quick glance, Zhu Ci saw three or four names he recognized. They were friends he met in college, even including Ye Yanghui and Wu Yi.

Wu Yi is fine, but why is Ye Yanghui in there?

Walking further inside, a low tombstone caught his attention.

The name engraved on it is "Zhu Ci". Unlike other tombstones, this one is the most inconspicuous and the most eye-catching, because only the name on it is engraved in countless small characters.

Zhuci noticed that at the end of the tombstone, the character "祝" had just taken shape, but there was another character below that had not yet been completed.

His heart was suddenly gripped by something, and he reached out to touch the brushstrokes at the back, thinking that perhaps this copy was not fake.

Zhu Ci stood up and walked outside, wanting to find Zhou Nian to ask for clarification.

"Do you want to go back?" the gravekeeper asked him.

Zhuci nodded.

"Why go back? The past means nothing."

Zhu Ci looked at him steadily: "Meaning?"

This is an obvious logical trap. If the past and the future are not relative to time, then on what level are they based?

If the future is destined to go to the grave and everyone who walks with you will die, does it mean that you can kill without restraint and throw away all conscience?

I didn’t think too much about the speech. Maybe I was thinking about the “meaning” during the few seconds of pause. However, when you need to think about whether to do it or not, it itself is meaningful.

"I know where to find him." Zhu Ci said.

He turned and went back into the tomb.

The half-finished name is still being written.

Zhu Ci simply and roughly picked up the knife and cut off the name on the tombstone.

"It's no use." The gravekeeper followed him in.

He half-knelt on the ground and said, "Many names have disappeared. These names represent memories. If this piece disappears, it means forgetting myself."

Congratulations: "..."

He raised his head and looked around again. There were indeed many nameless tombstones. It was obvious that the person who was forgotten was not him, but he felt sad for no reason.

Suddenly an idea flashed through his mind.

Is Shen Wu in there?

He should have thought of this aspect earlier, but he didn't want this person's name to exist, but he also wanted it to exist.

After careful identification, he realized that this name did not exist, and perhaps it had already become a nameless monument.

"Is there anyone you like?"

He asked.

"Do you have someone you like?" After hearing this, the gravekeeper looked thoughtful, "No."

Zhuci: "Why not? Did Zhou Nian say the same thing?"

"No. It's a lonely and self-destructive road."

"But I..."

"So you are not here yet, but you may be here." The gravekeeper seemed to know what he wanted to say and still answered, but interrupted him.

Zhuci remained silent. He recalled his past experiences. Maybe in the eyes of others, he had no temper, but in fact, he had always been a person with a temper.

He scanned the room and the name on the tombstone slowly faded. He did not understand the meaning of it, but he felt unhappy from the bottom of his heart.

Damn question, damn answer.

It seemed as if he was being pushed around all the time.

Upon hearing this, Zhu Ci suddenly smiled, perhaps he himself did not notice it.

"I'm such a fool to waste my time here."

From the moment he heard the first words they said, he was being led by the nose. How could he have any faith in fate?

Such an imaginary thing can obviously be rewritten at will.

"Please don't think like that, or you will be excluded."

Zhu Ci had a contemptuous smile on his face, but tears flowed from his eyes. For the first time, he felt the power of his own talent.

Although it was very strong, it was an obvious backlash force. After all, the side effect of this talent was that it made him reduce his own emotions, but at this moment his emotions were obviously agitated.

"I don't care about your opinions." The boy smiled with tears on his cheeks.

…

At this moment another tomb appeared in another corridor.

Zhou Nian seemed to have sensed something, and he walked out of the original room, but the gravekeeper was the only one left in the original place.

They looked at the neatly arranged rows of tombstones together. The tombstone in the middle, which was engraved with names, should have been an unfinished story, but it came to an abrupt end because of that scar.

"The balance is about to be broken." The gravekeeper's tone was actually a little confused.

Zhou Nian nodded, without any opinion, and even smiled: "Although the guy with the time won this time, I was the first to know about it, so I won."

The gravekeeper asked, "Spiritual victory?"

"Do you really think anyone can step on me? Why don't you pack up and go out for a vacation."

"That's not a holiday, that's torture, you bastard."

Zhou Nian spread his hands, smiled bitterly and shook his head: "Everyone loves the speech, but everyone hates Zhou Nian? This is unfair, I always smile."

"Because we all hate Riddlers."

Zhou Nian: "Blame me? I have been very direct and laid out the facts directly. Is there any better place to live than this?"

…

The cold wind was howling, the mountains were covered with snow, and the sky and the earth were desolate.

This road never ends, and as I walk along, I am the only one left.

Zhuci was dressed lightly, but he didn't feel cold, and he wasn't surprised to be separated from the people around him.

The further you go, the sparser the scenery ahead becomes.

Gradually, the wind stopped, the snow stopped, and looking into the distance, there was not even a mountain to be seen.

The road is getting smoother.

So he stopped and looked at a dead tree beside him.

This tree looks very interesting, but I can't tell what's interesting about it. It has no leaves, and its branches are forked. Snow is piling up on it, and it's about to break.

It was difficult for him to take his eyes off the tree, even though it was clearly just a dead tree.

An ordinary dead tree, but different from the others. On second thought, this is the only tree left here. Even though it is thin and small and ugly, it is the only brown tree among the white.

This is the time to have some doubts.

Zhuci's nerves were not dull. He calmly accepted the facts and what was about to happen. To a certain extent, this was the meaning of this copy.

Because it is the game that gives you the ability, and because everyone's life has an end, but he does not die there, but walks here day after day, and can come out, but all he sees is the same scene.

The road to heaven is nothing more than a cage set up to prevent the abuse of power after the player's ability reaches the pinnacle.

The game is good at making you wake up to the lies.

At this time, Zhuci thought of the other self he had met.

Similar features, but different connotations in each other. When they first met, unfamiliar emotions troubled him for the first time. There is nothing wrong with favoring yourself, but it is always regrettable.

He didn't want to think too deeply about such regrets, otherwise the place he was going to would be too sad.

After using his power to clear the snow off the dead tree, Zhu Ci stood aside.

Everyone told him that standing still was wrong, but why not fight back? Like stay next to this dead tree?

It would be better if some more man-eating monsters came out.

He thought back to the copies he had been through and the appearances of the monsters he had killed, but he couldn't remember clearly. There were many things he couldn't remember, and that was why he had walked far enough on this road.

After all, compared to others, his life did not start from his mother's womb.

When he opened his eyes, all around him was white, and it is still white now. There is nothing enough to miss. To a certain extent, he has no joy, anger, sorrow, or happiness, and no regrets or hopes.

…

His thoughts gradually became empty. Zhu Ci looked at the tree in front of him. The tree was not resistant to freezing and looked languid, as if it was dying. He took out a very precious tool from the space and poured a drop of precious liquid that could revive the dead on the dead tree.

The tree has sprouted new buds.

He didn't know how to plant trees because he had never raised anything before, so this was a novel experience.

But this tree is not very powerful, it just has a spike. The life-saving potion is of little use to the plant.

Obviously it would die anyway, falling into the hands of someone like him who knew nothing about trees.

…

There was no snow, but the snowflakes covered everything.

The white clothes blend into the snowy scene, silent and independent, very harmonious.

…

"Congratulations!"

A sound was like a stone falling into cotton, with no echo.

But if you want to find someone, you will find the way as long as you are determined.

The boy caught himself.

The sudden change disrupted the original peace. They looked at each other and were tacitly speechless.

Finally, the young boy said, "I want to take you away."

The person opposite shook his head and reached out to wipe the tears from his face.

“It’s meaningless.”

It is meaningless. Such remarks have deceived countless people, including myself.

"Why should we follow the rules of this game? It won't change the outcome if we leave like this."

"Look at the tree next to it." said the man in white.

The boy looked over and saw that the tree was obviously dead.

"I watered it," he said flatly, but he tried everything he could think of before it died.

“It’s normal that I can’t save the tree the first time I water it, right?” he asked his younger self, seemingly seeking an answer.

Faced with the question, Zhu Ci was silent for a moment before answering: "Yes, you have done your best."

"Yes, someone will grow a forest, after wasting a lot of time, but it won't be me."

As they spoke, countless emerald green trees sprang up from the ground, replacing the dead tree, facing the lifeless snowfield on the other side.

He has such ability, but his eyes cannot see such a forest, and he does not know how to plant trees.

Seeing that the other party was obviously no longer human, Zhuci did not insist, but asked a question directly: "So why are there so many of your own names in your grave?"

The man in white sighed upon hearing this: "I thought I was cold and indifferent to people, but I never thought someone would be willing to plant trees for me."

Zhuci asked: "Really? Who is this person? Do you remember what he looks like?"

"I don't remember. Actually, I don't remember anyone. No one has ever liked me, and I have never liked anyone else." The man in white was very frank when talking about this. "I think he must have hated me at first. But it turns out that hatred can really last so long."

"But I don't understand." He finally shook his head and added.

He probably didn’t understand the speech. He didn’t understand any of it. It’s already very difficult for him to learn to like and dislike something, isn’t it?

"You mean, someone doesn't accept the final outcome, so he keeps changing his fate? He only changed your fate?"

"Well, I also changed the fate of others, but I only exist in your past, in the form of a concept, but not in the future."

Congratulations: "Who is so persistent?" Looking at the names on the tombstone, they are so densely packed that one can't even count them. Such a person might be a madman.

"I don't know, I forgot." The man in white answered calmly. He forgot everyone equally, except himself.

"Of course, there are many other people who are adding fuel to the fire. They probably all think that a complete and free soul is very valuable."

But everything has a price, just like him, the path he took was the freest at the beginning, but he was not free from birth.

"So, can I take you away?" Zhu Ci asked.

He asked directly, but his eyes looked similar to the man in white, but there was a different look in his eyes.

He never forgot why he came here and he knew what he wanted to do.