Chapter 196 Dream Lottery
[Shocked]
[Fuck, now all I have left in my mind is fuck]
[Is this what I thought it meant? Is this what Fuyang said?]
[What a huge grudge, not only did you dig out someone's godhood, but you also had the nerve to put it on yourself? ? ]
[I am really shocked for ten thousand years. To strip someone of their godhood doesn’t mean to cut off their afterlife? It’s too vicious.]
[I always thought that Shi Meiren's worse luck in the game was a sequelae of the punishment after death, but it turns out that it was because his godhood was dug out? Right?! ]
[No wonder a god has reincarnated as a human. I thought that the reincarnated god should be a spirit at least. It turns out that his godhood is long gone. How can he continue to be a god? ? ]
[I have always thought that although the God Realm is deified, what has changed is only a part of it. But if he does not have the Godhead, how did he reincarnate? ]
[It's getting more and more outrageous. Watching a live broadcast is actually more exciting than watching a TV series]
[No matter how he reincarnated, I just want to drag that Fuyang out and beat him up, damn it, return the godhood to my master!!!]
[A beating is too light, at least the punishment is to be cut into pieces by a thousand cuts]
[Skinning, burning, boiling, and poisoning at least one of each.]
[Beheading, quartering, needle insertion, and caesarean section can also be arranged]
[Isn't it said that gods are lucky and have strong self-healing abilities? Burying alive, strangling, disembowelment and beheading can all be done at the same time]
【Grass】
[I thought I had mistakenly entered Daman before liberation]
[This brutal and crazy style of painting, I really miss it]
[I still don’t understand why we have so many crazy fans of the Lord God in Netherworld? ? ]
[Don’t be so self-congratulatory, we are from the netherworld and cannot go to the divine world.]
[…It’s not certain.]
Ji Congyang was lying on the roof.
Qiao Yan squatted beside him, watching Shi Yu walk into the room below, while Shu Ying was still standing there in a daze.
The two of them faced the morning light and blew the cold wind for a full twenty minutes. In the end, Ji Congyang, whose reaction arc was so slow that he didn't know how many beats slower, finally finished the whole course and let out a breath: "I almost suffocated to death."
“…”
Qiao Yan resisted the urge to roll his eyes and stood up.
"Where are you going?"
"After listening to all the gossip, why don't you go down and wait here to feed the mosquitoes?"
Ji Congyang followed him downstairs. When passing by Shi Yu's room, he paused. He raised his hand several times and it touched the handle, but he put it down again. He happened back and forth like this for about four or five times. In the end, Qiao Yan directly dragged him away from the scene.
"Why are you pulling me?"
Qiao Yan was too lazy to look at him: "He's sleeping, don't disturb him."
There was thick fog outside the castle in the morning. It was pure white and thicker than milk. I could no longer see the ground when I looked down from the window. It was like a flying house floating up in the clouds pulled by millions of balloons. I couldn't touch the cotton candy with my hands, only the cold water vapor penetrated through my skin and into my bones. There was no colorful rainbow when I looked outside, only gray everywhere. There would be no waterfall if I waited any longer.
Ji Congyang was holding a basket of cherries, standing on the balcony, staring at the fog outside.
According to the time on the castle clock, it is already noon. When the sun comes out, no matter how thick the fog is, it should disappear completely under the light and temperature. However, the fog in front of us shows no sign of decreasing at all.
"Either the fog here is not real fog, or the forest pollution is too serious." Ji Congyang sighed while leaning on the railing.
Qiao Yan didn't say anything, took a cherry from the fruit plate and put it into his mouth.
Ji Congyang put the fruit plate aside, stretched out his right hand as far as he could, and his entire upper body was almost hanging in the air on the railing, teetering on the edge of the rail. Even with such a difficult move, he finally landed successfully, and his entire sleeves were soaked in mist.
The temperature in the forest dropped drastically. Even though it was raining yesterday, the temperature was still as high as midsummer in August. But now, only one night has passed and even the water vapor attached to the outer wall of the castle is showing signs of condensing.
This is still the subjective feeling of their bodies being alienated into a piece of wood and a piece of metal.
Only Shi Yu still has a human body, and his feelings about this should actually be deeper than theirs, but they have no chance to ask.
Ever since he confessed to Luo Huaishen that the other person had entered the room, he had curled up in the quilt and had not woken up until now, so it was not a good idea for others to disturb him.
Shuying was not with them, so they couldn't find each other, but they knew that she must be standing where she could see Shi Yu at all times.
The castle clock ticked and the minute hand went around twice.
It was already afternoon, and there was still fog outside. The originally pure white vapor began to turn into gray-black, and it was so dim that it seemed to be crying.
The gauze on Shi Yu's neck was oozing blood, his forehead and palms were wet with sweat, and his face was so pale that it was frightening.
Shuying appeared in the room: "Sir."
The person on the bed had trembling eyelashes, as if he was in a nightmare.
"Shi Yu."
"Ayu."
"Little fish."
The other person bent down and called him jokingly: "Xiao Yu, what are you planting again?"
“Rice.”
"Why are you always dealing with mud at such a young age?"
He corrected her sternly: "I am the same age as you, born on the same day of the same month of the same year."
The planted seedlings gradually grew, and humans reaped a good harvest in the rice fields loaded with plants.
The other party came to him again: "Have you seen the Heavenly Dao?"
"No."
"Why don't you go and take a look? It's rare for the Heavenly Dao to receive a mortal."
He raised his eyes, his eyes were dark and clear, but they were ruthless and without desire: "I want to farm."
“…”
"If, I say if," the other party asked, "you can only be a mortal in the future, what do you want to be?" The other party gave him an example, "A talented scholar? A general or a warrior? A rich and powerful official?"
He didn't know the reason, and thought for a long time: "It would be nice to be an idle person."
"Idle people?"
"You have your own place to live, you have a job with a lot of free time, you get a fixed salary by the day, you don't have to run around, and you can wake up and see the black flames burning outside the window."
As winter turns to spring, humans go to work in the fields after the Grain Rain.
He was standing on the top of the mountain when someone suddenly patted him on the shoulder.
It was still the same person, just different from him. The other person could talk, laugh and joke, and was described by others as a gentleman with a clear mind and a bright moon.
"The Heavenly Dao is calling us, shall we go together?"
Before he could open his mouth, a young man at the foot of the hill called out, "Fuyang! Hurry up!"
The other party pulled him and ran down the hill.
The young man below was obviously impatient: "Fuyang!"
The other party ran and shouted: "Here I come!"
Shuying bent down: "Sir, please wake up."
The sweat on Shi Yu's forehead kept coming out, but he couldn't wake up no matter what.
The door was suddenly pushed open.
Ji Congyang ran over with a cup of water. He looked down and saw that the other person's lips were white and dry due to the fever. He took out a cotton swab from the bracelet, dipped it carefully in water, and applied it to the other person's lips little by little.
Shuying stepped back to make room for him: "Can't you just drink it?"
Ji Congyang didn't even raise his head: "If I choke, will you take responsibility?"
Shi Yu's consciousness began to blur due to the fever. Everything around him seemed to be painted with layer upon layer of pale paint. He tried hard to see, but could see nothing.
Ji Congyang couldn't wake him up, and finally managed to feed him some water.
Qiao Yan watched his movements quietly throughout the whole process: "As long as the fever goes down, it will be fine."
Ji Congyang put down the glass: "If it's just a fever, you shouldn't be unable to wake up."
Qiao was annoyed.
Ji Congyang stared at his hand on the thin blanket: "It must be snake venom."
He could actually see that Shi Yu had started to have a fever after he bandaged her, but he just didn't want to say it. He, Qiao Yan and Shu Ying were like this, but they all chose to remain silent, as if as long as no one exposed it, the incident had not reached a point where it could not be reversed.
There was no point in staying here, so Ji Congyang packed up and prepared to leave. As soon as he stepped out of the door, there was a loud bang behind him and the glass fell to the ground.
It was Peter Pan who came, and his hand that was reaching down stopped in mid-air and was blocked by another hand.
Shuying's fist hit the opponent's head directly.
"Bang--!!"
It was obvious that both sides used great strength, and when their fists and palms collided, they both flew backwards due to the recoil force.
There was no point in further investigating why they had to fight, because when they looked at each other, they saw that the other was possessing their territory like a wild beast, and there was no possibility of negotiation.
Peter Pan relied on his ability to fly to be a step faster. After controlling his body, he swooped down suddenly. In the blink of an eye, he appeared in front of Shuying and punched him.
The fist brushed past the man's face and hit the wall. The bricks and stones shattered with a loud bang. Shuying's skin was scratched by the flying stones. She turned around and kicked Peter Pan in the chest.
As Peter Pan leaned back to avoid the blow, he caught the opponent's falling fist, suddenly pulled the man up into the air, and let go of him the moment he was thrown out.
Shuying had no foothold, so she bent her body and twisted it towards the other person's neck.
Ji Congyang didn't care about the fight over there. He ran back to the bed and tried to take Shi Yu away. It was not until his movements were blocked that he suddenly realized that the other person's wrists were still chained and it was impossible for him to leave the room.
Shuying and Peter Pan didn't dodge much during the fight, or rather, they wanted to kill each other more quickly than hide. However, in a few moments, they were both covered in bruises, and the wounds were so deep that bones could be seen.
There was the sound of running water outside the window.
The top of the castle was washed away by the flood, and a huge hole appeared in one of the walls. The water that covered the sky and the sun rushed towards Peter Pan.
At the moment when it was about to devour the man, the trees in the forest nearby suddenly grew wildly. In the blink of an eye, they rose to towering heights, and then collapsed down, like a huge wall blocking the oncoming water.
Qiao Yan almost instantly understood from Peter Pan's expression that this was not Peter Pan's own ability.
But this world is Peter Pan's dream.
When Peter Pan doesn't know, he might let the dream develop as it is, but what will happen if the other person knows that this is his dream?
In addition to Peter Pan waking up and the dream disappearing, there is actually another possible ending: Peter Pan will not wake up, but instead will have the ability to control everything in the dream in a half-asleep state.
It only took a moment to figure all this out, and the next second the bricks and stones of the castle building shattered into pieces right under everyone's eyes, along with the thick vines, which gathered their strength and suddenly smashed down.
The water splashed everywhere from the high altitude.
The sudden storm blew away all the living things around, but Peter Pan dodged at this moment, and in the blink of an eye he flew in front of Ji Congyang, and smashed down with one fist.
Ji Congyang's mind was completely blank, and he just subconsciously turned his back and hugged the person behind him.
In a flash, a hand was raised and the Liuyun wooden hairpin in its hand was thrown out.
The light splashed and the stunning shadow was bright, directly penetrating the ever-enlarging Peter Pan.
The air seemed to be stagnant at this moment. After a long while, someone finally spoke: "Let go."
Ji Congyang let go in a daze: "You..."
Shi Yu stepped away from his arms, walked to Peter Pan who had fallen to the ground not far away, and picked up the hairpin.
Peter Pan's left shoulder blade was completely pierced through, and because the injury was too close to the heart, the bone erosion was incurable and death was inevitable.
It was just that he didn't know whether it was because he couldn't change it, or because his brain circuits were simply different from those of ordinary people. At this moment, Peter Pan looked at him with a calm gaze, just a little puzzled: "Since you already had a way to kill me, why didn't you use it before?"
Shi Yu did not answer his question. He lowered his head, grabbed the iron ring on his wrist and twisted it gently.
The iron ring broke with a "crack".
This was not achieved by his own strength, but because Peter Pan knew that he could not trap him. The chain also lost its status as "definitely able to lock up a friend" in Peter Pan's mind, so it became ineffective.
Shi Yu twisted off the iron rings on both hands, and the chains fell off with a clatter: "So you want the others to stay?"
Peter Pan was stunned for a moment: "Not bad."
He thought for a moment, then added: "But if you refuse to stay, it would be nice if you could kill me with your own hands. From now on, you will always have to bear my life."
Shi Yu was silent.
Not to mention Ji Congyang, who came from a good family, even he could hardly understand such morbid thinking.
The sky seemed to be suddenly torn off at its edges, revealing a dazzling white light that was overexposed.
Just as everyone else turned around, Peter Pan, who had originally closed his eyes, stood up silently and took a step forward.
The ground seemed unable to withstand his stepping and cracked in the blink of an eye, with the bricks and stones reduced to ashes.
Shi Yu suddenly seemed to sense something and wanted to turn around.
A hand has already covered his heart from behind.
The other party called out, "Shi Yu."
Just from this one sentence, you can tell without even reading it that this is not the name Peter Pan would call out.
Besides, Fuyang's voice hasn't changed much over the years.
Probably no one could remember what happened in that instant. By the time Shi Yu noticed it, his consciousness had already begun to fade.
Fuyang was not a person who would procrastinate. He was decisive in doing something and had no interest in reminiscing with his victims. Therefore, apart from the initial shouting of his name, which could barely be considered a greeting, he did not say any extra words and directly stabbed him in the heart from behind.
The hand that remained on the other person's body suddenly tightened, and the heart in the palm was crushed into minced meat.
Fu Yang pulled his hand away.
The body in front of him left a huge bloody hole, and it suddenly fell down after losing its support.
Shi Yu was conscious when he fell to the ground.
This was not the first time he had felt death. Rather than pain, he felt more powerless, as if he had grabbed a handful of ice-cold water in his palm, unable to hold on to the thing called "life" that was constantly dissipating as time ticked by.
The second time he died was much faster than the first time. He only felt the salty blood flowing up from his lips and teeth. The last scene left in his eyes seemed to be Fu Yang's smile to him slightly after he succeeded and then retreated. It was also like someone was running towards him from an unknown direction and shouting at him. Even though he could not hear anything and could not react, he could not stop his pupils from dilating and his vision from losing focus.
Ji Congyang's player bracelet suddenly started to get hot.
A lottery ticket floated in the storage compartment and ignited without fire.
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