Chapter 261 Another Wise King Twelve He chopped me into minced meat and threw...
The clock struck three times, and it was three o'clock in the morning, but the players were not sleepy at all and listened to Wei Xiangchen's story attentively.
Wei Xiangchen: "I think my name was Grand Duke Olev... It's not important. I got hysteria on the battlefield. In today's terms, it's PTSD..."
In order to recuperate, Wei Xiangchen left the kingdom and came to his fiefdom, where he established a Hibiscus monastery, where he practiced devoutly with 11 believers.
Not long after they moved in, a strong wind blew one night. Wei Xiangchen had lived for more than 40 years and died for more than 600 years, but to this day, he had never seen such a strong wind. The Hibiscus Monastery seemed like a blade of grass that would be uprooted by the strong wind.
Strangely, after Wei Xiangchen came back from the battlefield, he was always afraid of loud noises. But that night, when he heard the sound of the wind, he did not feel scared. He thought it was the result of his practice.
Wei Xiangchen and others originally lived on the upper floors of the monastery. That night, they were afraid that the wind would blow down their houses, so they all moved to the ground floor.
Strange things happened after that storm.
At first, the person who delivered food on time every week stopped coming, and there was no food in the monastery. Wei Xiangchen had not eaten for three days, and he was so hungry that his chest was sticking to his back. However, the people who were meditating with him said that Wei Xiangchen felt hungry because his cultivation was not high enough, but they were not hungry.
Wei Xiangchen had no choice but to endure the hunger and fill his stomach with spiritual food.
"I thought they were eating secretly behind my back, but I secretly followed them and found that they really didn't eat." Wei Xiangchen sighed.
It was a winter day. Unable to bear the hunger, Wei Xiangchen secretly ran out to buy food. However, the Hibiscus Monastery was located in a remote area. Wei Xiangchen walked for more than 7 hours but could not find the market. In the cold winter, there were no wild vegetables to eat. There were many skeletons lying in the snow, and the wolves were staring at him with their green eyes.
Wei Xiangchen realized that if he didn't return to the monastery immediately, he would be the one to be turned into food.
After walking for a long time, Wei Xiangchen returned to the monastery. At that time, he had not eaten for 10 days, and ate snow when he was thirsty, while the practitioners with him did not even drink water.
Every time Wei Xiangchen felt hungry, he thought that his cultivation was not enough, so he practiced even harder and didn't even think about finding food.
Hearing this, He Lun whispered to Gao Mengtang: "Brother, do you know how he died?"
Gao Mengtang shook his head.
He Lun: "Is he starving himself to death?"
"That's impossible. This is such a stupid way to die." Bai Jie said in a lower voice.
Wei Xiangchen's narration interrupted their whispers: "You will know what happened next."
Gao Mengtang blinked blankly: "Know what?"
"I'm starving." Wei Xiangchen said as calmly as possible.
The room was quiet for a second, then burst into laughter. He Lun pounded the table wildly, Bai Jie laughed so hard that he fell backwards from his chair, Duan Song's face turned red from trying to hold back his laughter, and Shang Yu covered his face with his hands, shaking all over.
Gao Mengtang thought about all the sad things in his life, and then managed to control his expression: "Well... I'm sorry..."
Wei Xiangchen looked at Gao Mengtang numbly, his expression saying: No, you don't regret it.
When they had laughed enough, Wei Xiangchen continued, "After I starved to death, I discovered one thing. Those 11 practitioners who refused to eat or drink had long been dead. They existed as tangible ghosts, but they themselves did not know it, so they refused to eat or drink."
"How did he die?" Gao Mengtang asked.
"The strong wind that night," Wei Xiangchen stared at him dimly, "was caused by a great and wise king tearing open the barrier between the inner and outer worlds, and my Hibiscus Monastery was fortunately located on the other side of the barrier. The strong wind was caused by the tearing of the barrier."
The great and wise king lowered his head in embarrassment and stared at his beautiful reflection in the table.
The energy radiation from the other world causes those who died in the Hibiscus Monastery to continue to exist as ghosts.
"I still don't quite understand," Gao Mengtang raised his head timidly, "Why didn't anyone bring you food?"
Wei Xiangchen: "Time."
After becoming a soul, Wei Xiangchen was no longer afraid of wolves. He floated for a whole day and returned to his mansion in the Hibiscus Principality. Suddenly, he discovered one thing: the time was wrong.
Wei Xiangchen remembered that the night of the violent storm was January 4th, and he had starved to death in late March. However, when he returned to his official residence and looked at the calendar, the date was actually January 6th.
No matter how confused he was, it was impossible for him to mistake one day for three months. Wei Xiangchen was absolutely certain that he had been on a hunger strike in the monastery for nearly 100 days.
"After my observations, I found that after the inner and outer worlds overlapped, the time in the Hibiscus Monastery was distorted," Wei Xiangchen said. "One day outside is roughly equivalent to one year inside. During the three months I was on a hunger strike, only six hours passed in the outside world."
Add to that the hours when Wei Xiangchen first walked out of the monastery and encountered the wolf, and the day it took him to float back to the mansion after his death, and from the perspective of outsiders, his spectacular death by starvation only took two days. There was no mysterious reason for the disappearance of the people who delivered food, just because they delivered food once every seven days.
After hearing this, everyone was silent for a while.
A house where the living can continue to exist as ghosts after death, with distorted time and an area where the inner and outer worlds overlap...
"You mentioned the existence of a physical soul," Shang Yu said. "Can you elaborate on that?"
Wei Xiangchen: "They can be seen and touched, just like humans, and even have shadows. Living people can see them. But they don't need to eat, drink, or sleep."
In short, they were exactly the same as they were when they were alive. If it weren't for Wei Xiangchen's death, he wandered around the monastery and accidentally returned to the bedroom where they had lived on the upper floors and found the completely rotten bodies of those practitioners, Wei Xiangchen might never have discovered that they were dead.
"After leaving the monastery, the corporeal souls of the dead will become what I am now." Wei Xiangchen floated on a chair, and through his translucent chest, one could directly see the pattern on the back of the chair.
Wei Xiangchen: "In my opinion, the overlap of the inner and outer worlds has strengthened my soul, allowing it to last for hundreds of years."
"Why does the Eleventh Wise King want to go to the Hibiscus Monastery?" Shang Yu asked.
Gao Mengtang: "It's not that he was going there, but I saw him there."
"What's the difference?"
"There is no causal relationship between the two," Gao Mengtang said. "It's possible that he wanted to kill me because I went to the Hibiscus Monastery first, and then he followed me there."
Shang Yu: "Then why don't you just not go?"
"I will definitely go! Although I don't know why I should go!" Gao Mengtang slumped his shoulders in frustration, "Let it be. By the way, we still have two [Unique Item Wheel Tickets] that we haven't used yet, let's distribute them now."
The props can be placed in the camp warehouse for sharing, and anyone can turn it. Gao Mengtang has the highest luck value, and he opened the turntable twice.
"Actually, I don't think I'm very lucky in this area." Gao Mengtang muttered softly.
Last time, he used the heritage-level weapon turntable and only obtained an attack power of Ice Bowl Bubble.
After the first spin, the pointer stops at the smallest square. The name of the item is [Original Heart Amulet], and its appearance is a pearl chain with a pink heart pendant.
Prop Description: Once you have it, you will have it forever. Perhaps, wearing the amulet of original intention can help you regain your original intention at some point.
Shang Yu: "What's the use of this? Could it be to make my ex-boyfriend change his mind?"
It was a unique item, with only one, and the description of the item was vague, so they didn't know its specific function. And because the necklace looked exaggerated and childish, no one wanted it, so Gao Mengtang put the amulet of original intention on He Lun's neck.
When I used the turntable for the second time, the pointer stopped at a partition that was so narrow that it was almost invisible. The name of the prop was [An Ran Pendant]. The pendant was round and divided into two halves. The color was a festive red like the New Year.
Prop Description: My best wishes for your safety. After dripping blood, the safe pendant will identify a "say goodbye to". If the person is still alive, the other half of the pendant will light up.
Note: The An Ran Pendant can only identify one "Farewell Person" at a time. If you need to change the identified person, please drop blood again. It can be refreshed once every hour.
Everyone was silent again.
"Tell us that our ex-boyfriend is still alive." Shang Yu said in a light tone, "This may not be a good thing."
He Lun didn't think so: "Under extreme circumstances, if we knew that someone was still alive, wouldn't we feel more at ease? Brother Mengtang, drop some blood."
Gao Mengtang: “Eh?”
"What if you are in danger?" He Lun said solemnly, "I will always worry about your safety."
...doesn't sound very auspicious.
But he still dripped a drop of blood on the An Ran pendant. He Lun wore the bright red An Ran pendant and the pink original heart amulet together, which looked quite fashionable.
After returning to the bedroom, the antique wall lamp was dimly lit. Gao Mengtang looked at the flames simulated by the spotlight and the fabric, and suddenly remembered something he had ignored for a while -
Corpse oil candles.
After they took the corpse oil candle out of the [Scavenger] instance, they never used it once. The black businessman seemed to know a lot, so why not ask him?
Gao Mengtang immediately lit the candle, held it and walked a few steps, then fell down dizzy. When he got up again, he had arrived at the ghost ship.
The black businessman was still sitting at a table in the restaurant, just like the first time they met. His arms moved around, as if he was lighting a candle. When he saw Gao Mengtang, his deep voice drifted over like a sleepwalker:
"Today is my birthday, you can make a wish."
Gao Mengtang vaguely recalled that more than 30 days ago, when he first met the black businessman, he said "Today is my birthday."
They are born several times a year.
"What's your birthday?" Gao Mengtang asked.
The waxy yellow cheeks of the black merchant reflected the candlelight, and his half-melted eyelids drooped down, covering his pupilless eyes: "Every day is my birthday."
Gao Mengtang: “…”
"Make a wish. I will fulfill your wish." Black Merchant said. Gao Mengtang didn't know if it was an illusion, but he felt that Black Merchant was particularly tired today.
"I want to know your identity." Gao Mengtang said, "You can remove the scars of the dead, and you have the Spear of Azathoth in your hand. You know a lot about the other world."
The wax that was slowly flowing on Hei Shang's face solidified at this moment. His expression was different from that of ordinary people, but Gao Mengtang could sense that he became extremely serious in an instant.
After a pause, Gao Mengtang continued to ask: "You seem to know me. Who are you?"
The ghost ship began to shake violently, and the scene in front of him gradually blurred. Gao Mengtang seemed to see his bedroom. The black businessman was chasing him away.
"The Eleventh Wise King is back!" Gao Mengtang shouted, "You know what he wants to do!"
The shaking suddenly stopped, and inertia threw Gao Mengtang under the stool. He stubbornly got up and sat down opposite the black businessman again.
"You hate the Eleventh Sage King, right?" Gao Mengtang crossed his arms over his chest, straightened his back, and said seriously, "Most of the creatures in the inner world should hate the Eleventh Sage King. His scheme led to the end of the inner world."
If Gao Mengtang had not torn the barrier between the inner and outer worlds and interfered with the affairs of the outer world, the Eleventh Wise King would have successfully reborn with the help of Wei Wei's body, the Black Tower game would have been launched, and the entire outer world would have been gamified.
With the character of the Wise King Eleven, he will never stop here. He will definitely return to the underworld and bring about the end of the underworld.
Because, what the Eleventh Wise King really wanted to rebel against was always the Supreme Order. The Supreme Order created him, a puppet who was imprisoned for his entire life.
"I am just the sword of the Eleventh Sage King. I accelerated the destruction process. Well... I am also wrong, a little bit." Gao Mengtang was not particularly confident. "You shouldn't hate me, um, is that right?"
The black businessman suddenly spoke up: "The person I hated the most was you."
Gao Mengtang opened his eyes wide, but before he could open his mouth, the black businessman continued talking.
"In order to conceal the truth from the Supreme Order, the Eleventh Wise King carved two pieces of extremely similar-looking minerals at the same time. One is the Stone of the End, which is you," the black merchant said, and Gao Mengtang had guessed his identity.
"The other piece is ordinary moon ore, and that's me." The wax on Hei Shang's body solidified, and he became like a deformed person covered with tumors.
The face, with blurred outlines and features melted into one, was so ugly that it was frightening. The black businessman put his face close to Gao Mengtang's nose and said, "The day you were born, my usefulness was also squeezed out."
"Guess what the Eleventh Wise King did?"
Gao Mengtang moved his lips but said nothing.
The black businessman stood up suddenly and slammed the table. "How cruel is the Eleventh Wise King. He can't leave the Black Tower, so he can only get rid of me inside. So he came to the kitchen..."
A strange, ominous premonition arose in Gao Mengtang's heart.
"He chopped me into minced meat and threw it into the sewer." The black businessman's deep laughter rolled like thunder in the clouds. "Guess what he said before he killed me?"
Gao Mengtang didn't dare to guess and stared at him blankly.
"Wise King Eleven said: What a pity, Twelve cannot eat meat. Otherwise, I would wrap you into dumplings and feed you to Twelve, that would be fun."
*
The old house of Shortien.
"It tastes good. I've been eating grass leaves for so many years, and finally I get to eat something interesting." The Eleventh Wise King supported his chin, poked an eyeball with a fork, put it into his mouth, and chewed it expressionlessly.
It was a roasted human head. Someone who could reconstruct the appearance through bones and muscles would find that it was Shortien's head.
The table was strewn with empty wine bottles, and a puppet waiter with his eyes gouged out stood nearby holding a box of cigars.
The Eleventh Wise King picked up another eyeball and threw it on the floor, where it rolled twice.
"He Luo, here's a reward for you."
In the corner of the restaurant, He Luo huddled up in a small ball facing the wall, not even looking at him. The eyeball rolled to its side, and a tentacle stretched out, snapping the eyeball away.
Seeing this, Xian Wang Eleven frowned and said, "Shredder, cut off one of He Luo's tentacles for me to eat."
The pitch-black tentacles stretched out from the collar of the Wise King Eleven, grabbed He Luo, easily suppressed its struggle, tore off two tentacles, and presented them under the nose of the Wise King Eleven like a treasure.
The Eleventh Wise King sniffed it with disdain and put it in his mouth to chew it.
"It tastes just average." He said, "How's Twelve doing?"
An attendant said humbly: "Reply to the Eleventh King..."
"Don't call me that!" Xian Wang Eleventh was furious. He picked up a wine glass and smashed it at the attendant. "I am not Xian Wang. I have a name now. My name is Wei Wei, Ninth Thousand Years Old. Do you remember it?!"
The attendant quickly changed his words: "Replying to the Ninth Prince, the twelfth wise king is still in the Moon Banner base camp."
"I know where he is." The Eleventh Wise King interrupted him unhappily, "I'm asking if his camp has collapsed?"
"No, no, Shang Yu and He Suzhi took refuge with him."
The Eleventh Wise King had a gloomy expression on his face, as if he was ready to kill someone. He threw his fork on the table and sneered, "What's so special about the Twelfth Wise King? Why do so many people support him? Is it just because he's kind..."
Halfway through his words, the Eleventh Wise King glanced over and saw a dark green octopus that had turned into a jelly ball in the corner.
"He Luo, come here."
The power of the Saproling Stone suppresses all abnormal lives that "should not exist", such as the Dead Born, the severely mutated monsters in the Black Tower, and He Luo who was transformed from the fragments of Mirror Lake.
For example, Gao Mengtang, who was shaped by the Stone of the End.
Even though He Luo was extremely unwilling, after hearing the order, for the sake of his life, he still slowly crawled towards him, and he could not move more than three centimeters at a time.
"Go find Twelve," said the Eleventh King.
He Luo dipped his tentacles in the sauce and wrote on the tablecloth: I will never kill a blind man.
The Eleventh Wise King chuckled and said, "Can you kill him? Only my power can kill him. Besides, I can understand your sign language."
He Luo still refused to sign. Although he was a mollusk, he had a strong character and refused to communicate directly with the eleventh king. So he continued to write: You want to use me to harm the blind.
"Of course," said the wise king, "If I don't harm him, will I help him to the throne?"
: If I don't go, the blind man's position will be exposed and you will definitely monitor me.
After reading this, the Eleventh Wise King laughed heartily. When he had laughed enough, he slapped the table. His scarlet sclera glowed dangerously, and his pupils stretched into a thin vertical line: "I told you, I know where he is. Whether you go or not, his location is clear to me."
After saying this, the Eleventh Wise King raised his head and looked in all directions. In his field of vision, hundreds of small red dots moved around, some of which had clear outlines. They were the servants around him.
Some of the red dots were only as big as a needle tip; they were strange life forms that were far away from him.
Looking east, there is only one red dot, and the symbol of that red dot is the most special, a double cross overlapping each other. The Stone of the End.
The Eleventh Wise King closed his eyes for a moment, and his pupils returned to round shape. He pushed He Luo and said, "Go quickly. What are you waiting for here? Are you waiting for me to chop off all ten of your tentacles and make them into octopus sashimi?"
He Luoba was reluctant to leave him, so he fell to the floor with a gurgling sound, crawled out two steps, looked back at Xian Wang Eleven, and found that he did not stop him, so he ran away at lightning speed.
Black tentacles extended from the cuffs, twisting and turning and signing.
: Why don’t you let me swallow it? He Luo and I are both creatures created from the fragments of Mirror Lake. That way I will be more powerful.
Wise King Eleven: "Yes, you can swallow He Luo, so I let He Luo and Twelve meet."
The shredder drew a question mark.
"Twelve's rabbit is kind-hearted, and He Luo is Wei Wei's relic. Twelve should cultivate a relationship with He Luo. When you go to the Black Tower instance and swallow He Luo, Twelve will definitely risk his life to save him. In this way, won't he expose his weakness?"
: The twelfth wise king, danger.
"Oh, what's the danger?" Xian Wang Shi cut off a finger and chewed it slowly. "He Luo will be weak if he leaves me. He won't be able to fight at all."
"I can still lose to the 12th Sage King if I lead him to the Black Tower dungeon?"
Throwing away the boneless finger, the Eleventh Wise King raised his hand, and a servant wiped his finger while another held a cigar to his lips. The Eleventh Wise King took a slow puff:
"Don't forget, in this Black Tower game, even the main system is my servant."
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