Chapter 287 Ending
The Happy Cemetery has been reduced to a trench. Except for a few residents who have just woken up from a long sleep and have not figured out what has happened, the vast majority of players have already picked up weapons and are fighting each other.
Those who failed to wake up in time also became the coffins flying in the sky.
Today's cemeteries are very simple. Either you die here and are buried on the spot, or you are thrown into the sky along with the coffin and packing box and explode like fireworks.
As the players' emotions broke down, large patches of grave grass sprouted in the low-level cemetery. The grass and trees grew lushly onto the road, and a large dead jungle directly hindered the others from leaving.
The entire cemetery was filled with players who had resurrected from the dead. The special effects light triggered by their skills, accompanied by various coffins flying in the sky, looked extremely absurd.
"Are you all crazy? Still fighting at this time, don't you want to get out?"
These are the very few players who refuse to help anyone and don’t even understand the current situation.
The collapse of the dream world caused many people who were previously addicted to the virtual reality world of dreams to suddenly wake up.
Their dream of meeting their families was shattered, and they realized that they were now caught in a dilemma: either wait for death and reincarnation or take the risk of holding a funeral. There were people fighting in the cemetery, which made them feel particularly confused.
Of course, they couldn't be idle for too long. Many neutral residents soon felt dizzy and gradually lost control of the coffins, becoming the walking corpses of a certain force.
The Newcomer Alliance and the Black Iron Guild can only rely on machines and monitoring equipment to do small things before it gets completely dark. Once it gets dark, all the sleeping living people are their potential puppets.
It’s just that the methods used by the New Alliance and the Black Iron are different.
On the Newcomer Alliance side, they directly took over the body and controlled it, while the Black Iron method was more "scientific" and in line with the positioning of their guild.
Fu Chunsheng held a bag of gold coins in his hand, and his expression was very tired: "Why did it have to come to this? I am just a businessman who wants to make money."
Every time a coin flew out of his hand and stuck to the coffin of a living person trying to escape from the cemetery, a money symbol would instantly appear above the heads of those guys, and then their hands and feet would uncontrollably join a certain camp.
[Absolute Money Control·Soul Trading: In reality, human trafficking is illegal, but it is legal to buy cattle and horses in the labor market, as long as you pay enough! ]
[A sales contract signed many years ago was detected. The remuneration has been paid in advance. The contract is valid! ]
Another group of people joined the army attacking the special area. The special area was simply the most dangerous powder keg in the entire cemetery, and there were mines wherever you stepped on.
At this time, Qiao Song was hiding quietly in the quietest corner of the special area.
This was probably the narrowest special cemetery area she had ever seen. The yard was squeezed on both sides, leaving only a narrow fan-shaped runway.
On the tip of the grave in the middle, she finally saw the person she wanted to see.
An archaeologist whose body is half skeleton and half in uniform.
"You're here. Just like Bai You said, I can recognize you as soon as I see you."
She had a round badge in her hand, on which was a Q-version figure holding a chainsaw. It was a badge their union would use to communicate with each other. The pattern on it could occasionally change shape, and it was obvious that it was designed by the little witch.
"To make a long story short, you have seen those puppets created by the Black Iron Guild. Their guild has flourished and they started to build a business empire many years ago. Our people have infiltrated them and the answer we got was that you should never make overdraft transactions with them. Trading is a future promise, a future help. Merchants never do business at a loss. For every fortune you get, they will make it back in bigger amounts.
Fu Chunsheng would do anything to his relatives. He would only let himself sit at the top position. Therefore, he and the one from the Newcomer Alliance definitely did not reach a consensus on some aspects. "
The archaeologist coughed a few times in the middle of his speech, and then he heard Qiao Song nod and say, "I know all this."
When Qiao Song learned that Fu Chunsheng, the former vice president of Heitie, could only beg his brother on the tombstone to spare himself and his daughter who were lying in the tomb, he roughly guessed what kind of iron-blooded person he was.
The archaeologist caught some of the glowing fragments that fell out of his mouth and smiled, "Well, I won't bother to tell you any more information. There are a few things that Fang Jinyu from the strategy team and I have agreed on in advance, and they should be handed over to you in the end."
She tore open her chest, which was left with only ribs and tattered clothes, and pulled out a small box and a bunch of strange artifact fragments.
"These things can wake up a few of our old guys in Dawnland. Don't worry, they are all in my yard and have not been thrown out and used as weapons."
And that box.
"...You should know this thing. I used my archaeological skills to search the highway for who knows how many years before I found this item which was identified as a legacy of the gods. Ahem, it's empty, but I think it's useful for you to have."
That was Qiao Song’s former empty shrine.
She thought that this thing had sunk into the water long ago. Jiang Qixin and the others had tried their best to get it, so Qiao Song kicked it into the water not long after she came ashore. She couldn't take it away, and no one else could take it.
He actually came to the cemetery.
Come to think of it, when it was still a highway, the River of Life and Death did always love to bounce around the cemetery.
"Thank you for your help. This is very useful."
At least she now has several backup plans.
"That's good……"
The archaeologist's body became transparent little by little and gradually disappeared, and Qiao Song realized something.
This person also had a funeral.
"Although I may not be able to go home, I heard that the more souls there are on the barrier, the bigger the gap will be. I will also go and help."
She came to the cemetery very early, but was determined not to indulge in the brief meeting in her dream. What she wanted was not to meet her relatives occasionally in her dreams, she wanted to go home, they wanted to go home.
Qiao Song saw a white buffalo flying down from the sky, carrying away the hay that had been prepared in the yard, and carrying the soul on its back.
One of the antique fragments in Qiao Song's hand suddenly caught fire.
[Yu Xuanling·Archaeologist·The long river of time has countless volumes, and every fragment is a piece of history that can be seen from afar]
[Time ban lifted]
In the yard where Qiao Song was, many coffins suddenly grew out. They were tightly pressed together, like comrades-in-arms who had crossed different years and were heading towards the same goal.
Qiao Song heard the sound of the coffin lid opening by itself. Before the boat docked, support had already arrived.
At the same time, the original yard No. 2-7 suddenly became much larger.
Of the circular high-level tomb area, only No. 1 and No. 8 remain.
The mummy didn't know when he surrendered to the Bobcats, he just felt that if Qiao Song didn't come back, he would be exhausted to death! How could he continue to act like this?
Ah Guang in the yard knew that there was definitely something wrong with this guy as soon as he found that the mountain cat version of Qiao Song was beaten and ran away in panic, trying to throw out the coffin he had dug out with great effort as a weapon.
As for the players who came with Qiao Song on the boat, when they saw Qiao Song being besieged, their morale was extremely high. They rushed out, shouting that they would not let the boss bleed and cry alone.
When Qiao Song came back, he was hiding on the wall, looking at the guy who looked exactly like him but had shockingly low fighting power: "You are ruining my personal image."
Shanmao originally wanted to raise his hammer to look cool, but he just couldn't lift it and was nearly blown away by an alien player whose skill was an inflatable doll. Fortunately, Tang Xiaoxiao took a huge book and blocked it in front of him at the critical moment.
Tang Xiaoxiao seemed to be accustomed to the appearance of two Qiao Songs. He even offered to help block a few attacks several times to avoid other players from falling flat on their faces and undermining their confidence.
Shanmao wiped the blood from his nose and said, "You are really too much of a threat. Do you know how many attacks in this yard are directed at me alone?"
This is also the reason why Qiao Song asked him to pretend to be himself: "Okay, go back to your main battlefield, the ship is about to dock."
She could already hear the sound of the River of Life and Death rolling in her ears, mixed with the long calls of whales. A ship was riding the wind and waves, heading towards this island that was about to go silent, to pick up the last batch of passengers.
The guys who attacked the yard certainly knew what it meant for the ship to dock. With a retreat, no players would hold funerals anymore. Besides, everyone had run away, so what could they use to threaten Qiao Song!
A huge black bear rushed towards the iron gate of the yard and sounded the final horn of attack.
The cemetery is now full of dense grass. The coffins that failed to reach the higher-level area in time are almost all trapped in the jungle and turned into crazy puppets.
Ah Guang already knew that it was Shanmao who was putting on a show, so he hurriedly wanted to call Qiao Song down, but he happened to see a giant creature like a sky curtain rising behind Qiao Song.
The manta ray opened its huge mouth into the abyss, its body densely covered with countless mounds, and its back was covered with grass. He turned over and flew into the air.
A large number of white tentacles stretched out from his mouth. Upon closer inspection, they were all human hands that had turned white from blisters.
"Qiao Song——!!!"
A familiar roar that blended with the calls of thousands of men and women came out of the monster's belly. It was You Yitong's voice.
Blood-red pigeons kept flying over the graves, dropping the coffins in the graves from the sky like bombs.
【Influenza Attack】
【Pollen Bomb】
[Concert serial car accident scene]
[Jungle Wildlife Dangers Illustrations]
Various virus patterns, giant pollen like lead balls, countless noises with concert light signs, and even various dangerous animals with huge mutations, all mixed together and fell from the sky, and the halos of their skills made people dizzy.
There weren't many players that Qiao Song brought with him to the yard, but in the chaotic cemetery, the number of enemies was increasing, as if the whole world was against them.
"Do you think you're the only one who can shake people?"
Qiao Song waved the fragment of the cultural relic in her hand. As the fragments fluttered and turned into dust, the land beneath her feet quickly spread out, encompassing all the other areas that had been swallowed up before.
In the new area, coffins were kicked open one after another. They were some of the top players on the road in their early years, and now they were finally able to rise from their coffins.
"After being locked up in this decrepit cemetery for so long, we finally have the chance to take revenge—!"
"You like to dance on graves, right? I'll scatter your ashes one by one!"
"Tell my mother there are no cowards in Dawnland!"
The new reinforcements were no less aggressive than the madmen in the sky. They even had an attitude of "If anyone dares to stop me from going home, I will chop him into small pieces and make sauce."
A will-o'-the-wisp fire suddenly rose up, first burning the viral damage representing the influenza attack. A brown-skinned, half-naked man wearing a grass skirt and holding a torch rushed out.
[Humanoid upright ape is shocked! 】
The animals that flew into the air instantly began to stiffen, and with a humming sound, calling out to their friends, countless copy-and-pasted savages jumped out, rushing directly towards the beasts with a bunch of primitive weapons.
But the effect is extremely good, the skill of eating their flesh and drinking their blood suppresses the animals, making it impossible for them to exert their original strength.
Following closely are cold medicine granules as big as mattresses, spray capsules specifically for suppressing hay fever, and so on.
Prescribe the right medicine for the right disease and strike at its key points.
A woman dressed as a lawyer took out a document: "This area's public security management regulations and pollution control laws, the current noise emissions in the area exceed the standard, and administrative penalties are required!"
A white-bearded figure suddenly appeared, raised a small wooden hammer and knocked on the table: "The resolution is passed."
Then the band that descended from the sky took away all the noise, and after the venue was cleared, it even became much quieter.
Qiao Song began to ask everyone to save their energy and not to waste their skills: "Divide into a few small teams and pack up the remaining people who haven't woken up yet."
Not everyone woke up. Some people arrived too early. Unless they had prepared a way to wake them up in advance like the archaeologists, it would be easy for them to fall asleep. Or they might be woken up by another way and thrown into the enemy camp.
Soon, some players realized that the targeted use of skills had such a good effect.
The lawyer player seemed to have been waiting for this lesson for a long time, and immediately changed the book in his hand: "Article 302 of the Criminal Law stipulates that theft, insult, and intentional destruction of corpses shall be punished by imprisonment of not more than three years!"
The coffins in the cemetery that were originally dancing wildly and were about to revive were actually suppressed by this roar.
Qiao Song took the opportunity to kick open the gate of the yard: "The first wave of people will go to the beach first, the boat has arrived."
The water level of the River of Life and Death did not rise, but the island was sinking on its own. Qiao Song knew that Jiang Qixin and the others would not give the players a chance to get on the boat directly. They would have to pass through the graves that had grown into rainforests.
Fortunately, since they had all slept in a cemetery before, few of them were afraid. However, they were all afraid of the grass on the graves.
When those plants are connected into pieces, touching them will easily cause hallucinations in the eyes, and they will cause the eyes to see those unforgettable fragments of memories from a person's long life.
When a person is about to die, his memories will become a revolving lantern in his brain, and these grasses are the carriers of the revolving lantern.
If the obsession is too strong, the grass will turn into trees, hooking passers-by and sadly recounting the regrets of their life.
Qiao Song took out his sickle and started to cut the grass to clear the way: "Just do it, don't worry, it will be a good thing after these grasses are removed."
If the obsession is too deep, the soul will be too heavy and unable to fly.
It would be better for these guys who cannot be taken away to be sent to heaven rather than sinking in the water.
Jiang Qixin and others actually thought so too.
The male supporting character who had turned into a monster was restrained in place by the new old player. Seeing that the door had been opened and he was ready to slip away, Jiang Qixin finally couldn't help but cursed: "Fu Chunsheng, what are you waiting for!"
The special cemetery area was compressed to only the last 1/8 of the area. The old man remained calm: "Why rush? It's useless even if they go up. I'll buy you some time. Get ready to open the gate."
He opened the purse in his hand, and countless glittering golden coins flew out. These gold coins were not like the large-denomination gold coins circulating on the road, which were printed with a face that was 70% similar to Qiao Song's back. Every face on these gold coins was different.
[Soul Coins are being released...]
[The most evil businessman in the world has 10,000 ways to buy your soul]
The players in the cemetery were restricted by multiple professional skills and could not take action, but new reinforcements appeared almost out of thin air, twisted directly out of the coins.
They are some guys who either have mushrooms growing on their bodies or look dying. These are not players, and they have no corpses or bones. They are real dead people who have been preserved until now by some special means, just to become disposable at this moment.
Qiao Song recognized it at a glance. It was a coin from the Ghost Story Middle School.
As expected, Black Iron had already intervened in the operation of the dungeon a long time ago. The things they wanted to eat were very simple. The Newcomer Alliance wanted to wear living people as clothes, while they wanted to use dead people as weapons.
However, Qiao Song had already prepared for this.
A pink little pig suddenly fell from the sky, and after landing, it happily arched its head into Qiao Song's palm and hummed.
[The piggy bank that likes to stay up late is enhanced plus version]
[Because I have saved enough soul coins, I will occasionally spit out the money when I meet a master I particularly like.]
In Haizhu's banking system, Qiao Song's personal funds have long been an astronomical figure. It is true that all her soul coins were spent in the cemetery, but she can use other people's soul coins.
Li Yuan, A Guang, Fan Xi...
【Hai Pig】
[Relatives’ cards are being transferred, and the quota has been obtained! ]
Soul coins like ginkgo leaves filled the sky, flying out rapidly, and a golden drizzle fell all over the sky.
A progress bar on Qiao Song’s toolbox advanced rapidly...Finally, a long-lost epic item flew out.
[The sculpture of Ghost Story Middle School has been unsealed! 】
[Ghost Talk·Qiao Song's Law·Please follow the laws of physics, ghost possession and resurrection of the dead are prohibited! 】
As soon as the sculpture appeared, the battle between You Yitong and Liming came to a halt for a while.
Not only are the gold coins for resurrecting ghosts restricted, but even those unscientific player skills are about to become unusable.
Fu Chunsheng sighed: "I should have dealt with you earlier at the Ghost Story Middle School. What a pity."
Elegant and beautiful music suddenly sounded, and a giant snake dancing to the music suddenly crossed the wall and rushed directly in front of him. After losing the obstruction of the souls in the gold coins, the old man was left alone.
【Eyes of Medusa, Music Version】
[If you can sing a line of song or dance a piece of music while being watched by Medusa, then congratulations, you are about to become a sculpture.]
His body was smashed into powder by a dancer who looked 50% like Qiao Song with a sledgehammer.
Shan Mao was arrogant for once: "Do you have any skills to deal with corpses? Don't let this old guy come back to life again."
As a result, among the players who had not retreated on the other side of the wall, someone raised his hand and a group of chickens flew out.
[Go go go, go go, chickens are omnivores and eat everything. ]
After throwing the chicken, Mr. Chai jumped directly onto the ostrich's back and stood side by side with the delivery boy's car.
Chi Xiaoyao put on his helmet and was ready to start his electric bike at any time: "Let's go and take the brothers home!"
His takeout insulated boxes were all filled with coffins that had been shrunk by his skills. This was the first time he had ever put a body in an insulated box.
Mr. Chai’s chicken coop is no less impressive, filled with small items that look like urns.
The small electric scooter rushed forward along the path cleared by the people in front who were cutting grass and trees.
All players with offensive skills are escorting nearby.
Tang Xiaoxiao is no longer the little girl who would be put into the first echelon to retreat early when encountering danger. Several different books appeared around her, which were much thicker than when she first entered the copy.
[Enhanced version of the Encyclopedia of Nine Sciences: Abundant knowledge and a strong will will make you invincible! ]
Next to her, ice cream was flying everywhere. It was Gao Chengcheng and the others who had rushed over: "Everyone, remember to restock! All the buffs are available today! Everything is free!"
No one is a coward today, no one is afraid, and in the next second they will fly into the sky in boxes.
They didn't think it was consumable. Some of the souls on the barrier had already flown up. They were pushing together a door that might not be open. No one felt the need to let Qiao Song work alone.
This is their life, this is the world they want to return to, and they have to grit their teeth and move forward.
The grass on the graves in the cemetery had somehow become darker in color, evolving into thorns like thick black ink.
Fu Chunsheng's voice actually appeared underground this time: "Do it, it will be too late if you push it again."
Jiang Qixin's voice followed closely behind: "Release all the stored souls and attack the barrier collectively! I want to make a hole in the sky. I wonder what else you can use to fill it except Qiao Song's stone--!"
They all understood that if they lost this time, they would never have a chance to turn things around.
At the bottom of the cemetery, the burials were so deep that even the robot butlers had been digging to death in recent days and still couldn't dig out anything. Suddenly, a large number of thick black pipes emerged from this area.
Balls of blue light splashed out, like will-o'-the-wisp fire growing on a grave, rushing towards the sky.
Qiao Song’s sculpture could not be restricted for a moment, because it was a creation of the system, it was in the field of science, and it was a cyber product of 0 and 1.
[Ding—Warning, warning, the Infinite Highway Soul Barrier is about to exceed the load]
[Warning——The white light filtering system is about to reach critical value——]
The sky is filled with light blue from bottom to top, like fireworks exploding into the sky.
Qiao Song had speculated that Jiang Qixin's Newcomer Alliance must have killed many people in the era known as the Newcomer's Graveyard, but he never expected it to reach this point.
The sky is full of brilliance. If a small glowing dot is a soul, then how many players are there...
Could it be that preparations have been made since the day the shopping mall was established, or before the highway was even created?
The souls in the sky are different from those who are liberated after the funeral. They are a ball of cold flames with warmth. The faces howling in pain are almost the same as the souls in the river of life and death.
The souls gathered together and began to burn the screen that was used to filter out the living.
Qiao Song knew that Jiang Qi Xin and the others were going to fight to the death. Qiao Song was born in the River of Life and Death. The moment the alarm sounded, he knew that if that layer of membrane was broken, the souls crowded in the River of Life and Death would not even have a turn to line up and would all evaporate together.
Day and night are not the vitality left for players, but the self-regulation of this world. They need to complete the cycle of souls at a certain speed to achieve a balance between the creatures of the two worlds.
Once the barrier of the soul is directly broken, there will be no human world at that time, and that place will be filled with hundreds of ghosts roaming at night.
If you can’t push the door open, just smash the bowl. This is Jiang Qixin’s answer.
The voices of Jiang Qixin and Fu Chunsheng rang out simultaneously from the tumbling stingray grave in the distance.
"Qiao Song - only you can mend the sky. What I want is still the same as before. Take away the system and become the hand that pushes the door open. You will still be the god of this land!"
"We will offer you tributes to your life as before. As long as you walk into the sky and into your shrine, you will still be the same as before-"
With a whoosh, red and yellow fireworks mixed among a group of souls and suddenly exploded in the sky.
Among those shining and dancing fireworks, some strange little glowing pieces of paper suddenly rushed towards the hole in the sky on their own.
They failed to fill the holes, but they planted flags next to them, as if they had made some markings in advance.
Jiang Qi Xin suddenly felt something was wrong. This was something they had arranged since the shopping mall days. Why would a bunch of souls be mixed with such a strange thing?
Ordinary players’ skills can’t fly that high!
"I've been lying underground for so long that I'm almost going moldy. I've finally waited until today."
Mo Wen’s beard had almost grown as long as his hair, and he had crawled out of his head like a tramp, actually hiding in the haystack without a coffin, wearing something like a ghillie suit.
"Hey, little stone."
Mo Wen greeted him and carried a huge round steering wheel on his back. Qiao Song recognized it as the steering wheel of a ship.
"You never expected that, whether it was the previous boat or the one Li Yuan and the others are on now, I was the one driving the boat."
Qiao Song remembered that Crow had told her that the predecessor of Happy Cemetery was the wreckage of the ship that was split into two.
A Guang and Mo Wen came here together to protect the power left behind by Qiao Song.
A Guang is the administrator, and Mo Wen has been lying on the ground. What puzzled Qiao Song was why A Guang was unwilling to say anything when she asked him before. Was he afraid that there were surveillance cameras nearby and Jiang Qi Xin and others would hear it?
Qiao Song felt that this reason was a bit far-fetched, but soon she found out the real reason.
Those fireworks flying into the sky seemed to have been buried at the bottom for a long time, waiting for the day when the ants would be attracted by the honey, come to the cemetery to build nests, make plans, and then launch a massive attack.
"Li Yuan and Fan Xi, the brains of these two people——"
Mo Wen, with disheveled hair and dirty face, sighed, took off the steering wheel and threw it into the sky.
The round steering wheel turned into a firework and continued to fly into the sky. Then, a special pattern was formed among the strange cracks.
"There has never been a savior, and there is no need for gods to sacrifice themselves. We mortals will find ways to go to heaven. Unfortunately, I told my father that I didn't want to learn how to operate an excavator, but wanted to learn how to fly a spaceship, but I didn't get my wish. I will try to go to heaven today!"
Clusters of fireworks continued to fly into the sky along with the bright blue light of the sea.
Big holes were constantly burned in the barrier, and it was always on the verge of collapse, but at this moment it was inexplicably stopped by a circle of wires, and small flags had been inserted in the marked places.
Jiang Qixin, who was watching the situation here through the puppet's eyes, suddenly realized something: "Are you administrators crazy... Is it your turn to intervene in this matter... Aren't you players too? Don't you want to go back?!"
At the same time, the water of the River of Life and Death hit the edge of the Happy Cemetery like a huge ship.
The ship docked.
The first group of players who cut down trees and squeezed to the vicinity of the garbage dump were finally pulled up by the people on the deck.
At the end of the deck, some figures kept looking up at the sky, as if they were ready, and each of them held a paper object in his hand.
Fan Xi stood in the center of the crowd, holding out a wooden chessboard. The strange thing was that almost all of the chess pieces were white, and the first black piece in her hand was about to fall.
【The Chess Game of All Things: Patching the Sky】
[Unlimited road authority, substitute support in progress...]
As the first chess piece fell, in an instant, several paper figures rose into the air like eternal lanterns. They also had corresponding symbols painted on their bodies, and they were accurately embedded in the large holes that Mo Wen had marked with fireworks before.
[Ding——Barrier energy is being replenished, the authority of the River of Life and Death has been detected to be decentralized, and the completeness is 89%]
Auntie Huo, Fan Xi, Fan Heng, Annie, A Guang, Mo Wen...
These administrators have never wasted the authority that Qiao Song gave them. After Qiao Song recovered his memory, he did not take back all the power at once, otherwise these administrators would become useless. However, these people have been helping him manage things and trying to keep things in their hands.
Qiao Song didn't expect that this was the opportunity they were waiting for.
And Li Yuan...
Qiao Song saw a black figure flying up from behind the eternal lantern. It was Li Yuan. Behind him was a girl being lifted up by a group of elves.
Although it was not known whether it was due to the strong wind or for some other reason, the girl hugged her arms tightly in fear. She seemed to glance towards the cemetery, and finally plucked up the courage to take out a book.
This is her first adventure novel ever written.
[…At the end of the story, the hero passed through countless villages and saved countless villagers. Those who received gifts used the fruits they harvested, the fine wine they brewed, and the sword left by the hero to build a new shrine for her.]
[The small sculptures in the shrine, having stayed with the hero for many years, now have the courage to pick up the hilt of the sword and the power to swing the blade. They are all part of the hero...]
[…Therefore, they are also part of the main system and are the carriers of the power of the River of Life and Death.]
Li Yuan's voice, like a system prompt, echoed in every corner.
The power of the Word Spirit seems to sound like an omnipotent bug skill, but since the day Li Yuan acquired this power, he has been tearing himself into countless pieces and not allowing himself to use it.
He kept waiting, until finally the stone fulfilled its wish, and finally a soul named Qiao Song became more and more like a human.
The players are going home, and——[The hero will go home with his friends. 】
Every word and sentence hit hard on the surface of the rushing river of life and death, yet somehow calmed the vibration of the waves.
【Paper is the clothes, bones are the body, all things are chess pieces, together】
Li Yuan's voice was repeated to Fan Xi, who was still sitting in front of the chessboard.
The sky seemed to have turned into a chessboard. The barrier that the players could never repair with their own strength was actually restricted in this way.
The originally empty paper figures unexpectedly turned into paper figures that were exactly the same as Li Yuan and the others after the words of the spirit ended.
The line drawn in the sky was like a circular shrine, solidifying into a final statue in the middle.
That was the day of the real celebration in Zootopia, when Annie, Tang Xiaoxiao and the others gave Qiao Song a birthday present.
[Ding——Information of the person with authority over the River of Life and Death detected, energy replenished 100%, preparing to start closing the barrier! ]
The usually indifferent system prompt suddenly spoke very quickly this time, as if it was also in a hurry to repair the sky.
"You think this will succeed--?!"
The sound of Jiang Qixin chewing something could be heard, but it was unknown what he had eaten.
At the same time, a large hole had appeared in the cemetery, revealing the densely packed black and red layer in the middle.
A strange housekeeper robot climbed up step by step. On her left and right were the faces of two different people, belonging to Jiang Qixin and Fu Chunsheng respectively. The cyber robot with red and blue light on its body reached out and grabbed in the direction of the grave mountain manta ray that You Yitong had turned into.
"Parasit them for me!"
There was a loud bang like a bell in You Yitong's mind, followed by the sound of his forearms beating. In a trance, he seemed to hear the generation of the contract and the mechanical instructions.
Then, it was as if someone had cut his brain into countless pieces with a saw, and commands sounded one by one like system prompts:
"Parasit on them, replace them, tear yourself out of the sky!"
The manta ray grass, which was already dwindling in size, gradually fell down, leaving only a guy with half of his head still exposed in the center.
You Yitong felt like his head was about to explode. Uncontrollably, he drilled into the bodies of those paper figures to save them, just like he had manipulated those players in the cemetery before.
The proficiency of his skills these days and his ever-increasing soul strength made this task difficult for him, but he still moved forward...
[The hands of a top thief can even steal someone's life. ]
[But remember, a thief can never see the light of day, and the things he steals will one day destroy you.]
You Yitong seemed to hear countless voices in his mind, all telling him how to invade the paper man's body and how to destroy the chessboard-like formation in the sky. Waves of severe pain made it impossible for him to breathe or think. At some point, a woman's voice finally sounded.
"When I was climbing up just now, I touched the grass and saw your memory. Have you ever heard of a story about a devil who was locked in a jar by a magician and had to serve a 1,000-year sentence? After the first 10 years, he secretly swore that if someone could release him, he would give that person endless wealth. After 500 and 1,000 years, he saw the souls released from other bottles and gradually resented those who released other devils and accepted them, but did not release him and accept him."
"But, You Yitong, if I were the devil, the day I was released from the bottle, I would definitely break the magician's teeth first."
bite--
Like the sound of a bottle breaking.
One guy climbed up to the grave hill where the Manta collapsed, and the others were already on the boat. She stepped on You Yitong's grave, with spiral horns growing on her head. She stared at the guy with half of his body buried in the soil like a devil.
"Are you envious of those magicians performing? You obviously have the same hands as them, so why not perform a magic trick? You Yitong, as a dog with a noose around its neck, don't you want to bite your master?"
A girl with the same face as Qiao Song, with golden pupils full of malice.
"Let them feel betrayed, let them know that dogs can get angry, let them know that you are not a thief—"
"You are You Yitong, you are a magician."
The paper man that was originally showing signs of sliding down in the sky suddenly stood up again, and the cracks began to be gradually repaired. Jiang Qi Xin looked at the sky with an affection that was even more desperate than those ghost faces.
"Why did I lose again? Why can't I ever win?"
"Aren't people supposed to be selfish? Shouldn't they keep all that wealth for themselves? Why are you helping her? If you sacrifice her, you can all go back."
The two voices mixed together, finally turning into a hint of resentment and anger.
Until the situation was hopeless and the sky could not be broken, the blue souls that had originally melted the hole suddenly gathered together and rushed towards the statue in the middle.
Once the sculpture is broken, the last 11% of its power will be lost, and at least a few administrators will be dragged down with it.
Jiang Qixin and Fu Chunsheng didn't want Qiao Song to be too happy, knowing that she would care about these people.
"Hey, you can't smash that."
The golden sarcophagus was spit out by a whale that had been diving underwater for hundreds of kilometers. The paper beast that had completed its mission gradually dissipated and turned into white paper floating on the water.
Qiao Song just stepped on the golden sarcophagus and completed the exchange before the blue light, which wanted to die together, blew up her sculpture.
[Golden sarcophagus: All the secrets buried in the ancient times will be sealed here. Under the effect of gold and gems, time will be moved forward a small space. ]
Qiao Song placed the sculpture that had been erected not long ago in the Ghost Story Middle School into the shrine that the archaeologist had personally handed over to her and that Jiang Qixin had built for her when she first came ashore.
Time was moved forward one step, and the shrine returned to its original appearance and was thrown into the sky by Qiao Song.
At the same time, Qiao Song, who turned into a mountain cat, pressed the white box on You Yitong, and a top-level theft card appeared in Qiao Song's palm.
Qiao Song successfully stole the blue light and placed it on his former shrine. Under Jiang Qixin's incredulous expression, they finally fought to the death and were all blown to pieces.
It wasn't a complete failure, at least it smashed a piece of useless trash that Qiao Song had thrown away once.
Stone chips were flying all over the sky, but Qiao Song was smiling happily.
"That's my birthday present, of course I can't let you touch it."
The sky above her head was made into a formation made of paper figures, which perfectly repaired the sky, and in the center was the sculpture she liked.
I had originally planned to use my previous sculptures to fill in the blanks, but I didn't expect that Li Yuan and the others had anticipated this day when they reported the celebration.
In a cemetery, in the ruins, a robot seemed to have lost all its strength. It crawled forward with difficulty. It seemed that it was about to hook its hands on a grave grass to do something else. Suddenly, a red dove with a strange and distorted face fell from the sky.
The pigeon wore a magic hat on its head and a black magician's robe grew out of its back. Its flesh buds squirmed and it used up its last bit of strength, repeating like a madman:
"I'm not a thief—I'm a magician—I'm not a thief—I'm a magician—!"
The guillotine's blade fell, using the magic of beheading to split the robot in half.
The mountain cat jumped out when it saw the opportunity, quickly packed up the two heads and threw them directly into the river.
In the corroded and bubbling mechanical head, the unwilling questions and scolding were forever drowned in the water of the river of life and death.
Qiao Song's voice came from the sky: "I told you to wipe out the roots and end it, so what bad things did you do?"
The mountain cat kicked the pigeon, which had turned into a stone statue, and it chuckled.
"When dogs bite each other, isn't that also considered getting rid of harm to the people?"
Qiao Song raised his eyebrows and ignored him. He pulled out a strand of his hair, blew it, and flew towards the mountain cat.
"Make a wish, the funeral begins."
What funeral?
The mountain cat was having fun, and when he looked up, he saw that the stone statue of Qiao Song, which had been erected not long ago in the center of the sky, suddenly changed.
Countless golden filaments, like grass leaves, covered every corner of the stone statue inch by inch.
The repaired paper figures around seemed to have completed their mission and gradually became shriveled and fell down, while the big hole in the sky had long been filled.
The white souls that were originally hanging there and wanted to fly away finally showed a relaxed expression.
They felt as if the bondage in heaven had become lighter.
At the same time, souls began to fly upwards from the ground.
Fan Xi opened her eyes tiredly. The chessboard in her hand no longer glowed, the skill effect had ended, and the sky no longer needed them.
Li Yuan had already come to the bow of the ship as soon as possible. Qiao Song, who was standing on the mast, was there, looking back at them: "Well done, the ABCD backup plan is well-deserved."
"But luckily I made some preparations in advance. Otherwise, if the birthday sculpture was damaged or you had to go up to fill in the extra holes, it would be a big loss."
Qiao Song smiled, the hair on his head began to grow infinitely, and his whole body gradually became transparent.
"Make a wish. Now is the right time. The barrier is at its weakest right after it is repaired. Let's go home together."
On the stone statue hanging from the sky, tiny glowing branches and leaves that looked like grass on a grave grew and fell, floating onto every player who looked up at the sky.
Qiao Song's voice spread to every corner like a system prompt.
"Make a wish, an ideal funeral, all the regrets in life, show your determination to go home, don't be afraid if you are drowned, fly to the sky, your soul will take you to the sky."
"On the other side of the screen, someone will take you home."
On the ship, the coffins rescued by the players had already been placed on the deck, and each coffin was undergoing miraculous changes.
They seemed to have an unlocked LED screen embedded on them, reflecting all kinds of strange fantasies. Some people turned their coffins into surfboards, some made them into flower baskets, and some were even better and turned them into a boat.
What Qiao Song said was actually not wrong. This was indeed the time when the barrier was the weakest. There would never be such a good opportunity in the future for such a large number of souls to impact the screen in the sky at the same time.
Annie and the others on the deck, as administrators, did not actually bring coffins with them, but their bodies also had to become transparent. The glowing grass leaves that flew out of Qiao Song's body turned into stars and fell into their arms.
"Don't waste time. I don't know anyone in the real world. I can only go after you go."
Qiao Song's voice almost melted on the mast. Annie pursed her lips, immediately lay down on the spot, and conjured up a large number of strange mechas to surround herself.
A chessboard and a pile of books appeared at Fan Xi's feet.
Fan Heng has a large number of paper-making knives and handicraft bamboo products.
There were cats under Aunt Huo's feet, either urging her to leave quickly or reminding her to be careful on the way.
Qiao Song was seen as the last person.
After Li Yuan used the Word Spirit, the black feathers on his body fell off, revealing a body that looked like it was held together with tape.
Qiao Song smiled and said, "Go back quickly, cook a table of delicious dishes with mom, and take me home."
Li Yuan's figure finally faded, and his editor was a game console, books and a family photo.
It was a photo that did not exist in reality. It contained him, his deceased father, Shu Ruyue, and Qiao Song, who was smiling brightly.
The souls on the boat began to feel light one after another.
Even Bobcat, the guy who talks nonsense all the time, sat on the hillside holding the stars and made a wish seriously.
This thrilling journey of wandering souls will eventually come to an end. They have always wanted to go home but couldn’t find the direction. Now someone has shown them the way.
Sitting on the increasingly empty boat, Qiao Song saw one transparent soul after another flying up like bubbles.
There are countless people here, both those she knows and those she doesn't.
The last time Qiao Song quietly watched such a scene was when she first took a boat ride. At that time, she didn’t understand why she was the master of the River of Life and Death, like the master of this world, but still couldn’t send these people home. Now she understood.
Because she had never eaten the food and had only smelled the incense, she would not know what sugar tasted like. Only by tasting it and experiencing the deliciousness of this emotion could she understand it.
On the other side of the barrier, countless thin lines lit up for the first time.
Whether those who were staying on the barrier or those who had just ascended, they all heard the original call from the other end of the line.
"Come back, child."
"Wake up, don't sleep anymore, okay? Mommy misses you very much."
"Wife, my daughter and I miss you very much."
"Woof woof woof woof."
“Meow.”
Souls are kites floating on the other side of the road, and longing will carry them through the barriers.
It's windy.
A layer of transparent glass cover seemed to be lifted, and the dawn in the distance was about to break. Qiao Song saw countless happy souls with tears in their eyes, running towards the world on the other side.
The string in the hands of relatives and friends will turn into longing to pull them back.
It doesn’t matter if no one cares about you. If you love yourself enough, there will be a soul exactly the same as you who will pull you back.
"What about you?"
Qiao Song suddenly seemed to be talking to the air: "Dr. Ye, do you want to go home?"
No one answered her. The game AI was absolutely rational and would not interfere in any transactions, nor would it influence others with its emotions.
But Qiao Song heard that familiar ding in his mind.
This time it was very, very light.
[Ding——Congratulations to the player for receiving a line from a strange world. 】
A silk thread fell from the sky, and finally there were countless threads.
The souls that reached the other side did not forget the person who made them make the last wish.
Qiao Song sat on the boat, patting his pants like a passenger preparing to disembark.
"Then I'll go to the real world as a guest."
She raised her hand and grabbed the brightest one, then flew out lightly, passing through the barriers, through the sea of people, and rushed towards her new life.
The water of the River of Life and Death was still rolling, with countless white faces in it, watching the scene of thousands of souls floating in the air.
This time their expressions were no longer resentful.
There are still players stranded in this world, in the mirrored Zootopia. Maybe they can’t go back this time, but there will definitely be a next time.
They looked at the statue in the sky and always believed it.
Because this road says, there is no need to be afraid when you come here, just move forward firmly towards the end, towards home.
Because there is always someone missing you, and you will love yourself very much.
Your life will never be meaningless.
[Congratulations on successfully leaving the Infinite Highway. ]
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