Chapter 262: Finding a copy and reuniting
Ghost ship.
"Go back, Wise King Twelve." The black merchant sat back in his chair, clasped his hands together, and made a birthday wish. "Your dispute has nothing to do with me. I have already been a victim once."
Gao Mengtang: "When the virtuous king ascended the throne for the eleventh time and the world praised him, did it have nothing to do with you?"
The black businessman's movements paused for a moment.
"I don't believe you want to see that scene," Gao Mengtang said seriously, "You were chopped into minced meat and thrown into the sewer, but you still survived, which is enough to show that you are extraordinary. Why don't you try to resist the Eleventh King once? No matter how miserable the result is, can it be worse than entering the sewer in the form of minced meat?"
Black businessman: ...Are you rubbing salt into my wounds?
But looking at Gao Mengtang's eyes, which were so sincere, clear and without any malice, the black businessman didn't know what to say.
"The reason I survived is not because I am extraordinary," said the black businessman, "but because I was polluted by the sewer and turned into a monster. I crawled around half-dead in that dirty place, and then I entered the first copy of the Black Tower game."
Gao Mengtang: "The first copy of the Black Tower game? Oh... I remember it now."
In the dungeon [No. 13, Chaotic Block], Gao Mengtang followed Wei Xiangchen and went to Tanhualing, where the sculptures of the Seventh, Eighth, Eleventh and Twelfth Wise Kings stood.
Gao Mengtang still remembered that the inscription on the Xian Wangba sculpture was: Order builds a wall, and resentful souls are like the wind. Yin and Yang are twins, and that which cannot be stopped, you should ask more, no matter how full the moon is, there is still a tiny star, and it is difficult to bury a dead body in the snow.
: Xian Wangba used Black Tower Zero as the map and created the first Black Tower copy.
The Supreme Order wants to build a world with only "saints", retaining the good parts to become moon creatures, and eliminating the evil parts to become shadow creatures. They also build a high wall to separate the moon creatures from the shadow creatures.
It is unfair to any part of the living being. The way of the sages is a yoke, and being abandoned is also a torture.
Especially for the wise king, they are the purest. To avoid pollution, they cannot leave Black Tower Zero for their whole life. This is not the fate that the wise king likes. To put it in a cliché, life is precious, but love is more precious. If it is for freedom, both can be abandoned.
The Eighth Wise King was also dissatisfied with the Supreme Order, and he wanted to build a new world that was free from the control of the Supreme Order and fair at the same time. The Eighth Wise King identified the game and created the first copy.
"Whether you go up or down, you can't escape the fate of suffering. No matter where you go, you can't escape the cycle." The black businessman said, "In the first copy created by Xian Wangba, the rules of the game are to go up the stairs and go down the stairs..."
Hearing this, Gao Mengtang suddenly realized: "【8th floor】?"
"That's right." The black businessman said, "The gameplay and rules are similar, but the copy designed by Xian Wangba is a little more complicated. That copy is still preserved."
Gao Mengtang listened to him quietly.
"I turned into a monster and entered the first dungeon designed by Xian Wangba. After so many years, I have become a part of the dungeon. I can't leave the Black Tower dungeon."
"To put it another way, I have become a part of the Black Tower game system." The black businessman laughed in a low voice. "Wise King Eleven would never have thought that I am still parasitic inside his new world, like a maggot on the tarsal bone."
Gao Mengtang's eyes lit up: "Since you are part of the system, you must know what Xian Wang Eleven wants to do next? Tell me."
The black businessman closed his eyes and thought for a while. Some light blue words flooded into his head, and then he opened his eyes: "He wants to make the first copy designed by Xian Wangba a reality and splice it near the Hibiscus Monastery."
"Why?"
"I don't know." The black businessman said, "I can only know what changes they made to the copy, but I can't know what they were thinking."
Gao Mengtang nodded, was silent for a moment, and then asked: "Do you know how to kill the Eleventh Sage King?"
"Destroy the mastermind of the Black Tower game." The black businessman said, "The mastermind of the game is in the other world, Black Tower Zero."
Gao Mengtang: "So simple? Then I might as well just break into the Black Tower and end it all..."
"Simple?" The black businessman chuckled. "Destroy the main brain of the Black Tower game, and the Eleventh Sage King will die. At the same time, all the Black Tower players will die. Including you."
Gao Mengtang touched his nose and said, "Oh, then, I need to think about this matter again. In case Wei Xiangchen forgets where he lives, I would like to ask, where is the Hibiscus Monastery?"
Black businessman: “I don’t know.”
"Huh?"
"I've never left the dungeon, and I don't understand the geography of the surface world. I only know there is this area."
Before leaving, Gao Mengtang half turned around and said, "I made a deal with you today, but I haven't paid yet."
The black businessman said while making a wish on the birthday cake: "The best reward is to kill the Eleventh King and end all this. Today is my birthday, so I will make this wish."
The scene in front of him gradually became blurred, and when he came to his senses, Gao Mengtang had returned to his bedroom.
*
Five days later.
"Hibiscus Hermitage is your home, don't you know where your home is?" Duan Song asked angrily.
Wei Xiangchen: "You can't remember where your home is, you're not dead yet!"
Duan Song: "My family has too many properties, who can remember them all!"
"I haven't been home for more than 600 years. Who can still remember where home is?"
In the hotel of Nanzhou, Wei Xiangchen and Duan Song had a fierce argument about "where is home". As many years have passed since his death, Wei Xiangchen could only say that his Hibiscus Monastery was in the northeast of Nanzhou.
Six hundred years have passed, and the Hibiscus Monastery has not been protected as a cultural relic, and has long since become a ruin. Perhaps new buildings have been built on the ruins, so it is impossible to find it even if you want to.
In the past few days, the player has investigated all over Nanzhou and even visited historians, but he still cannot find the exact location of the Hibiscus Monastery.
Fortunately, Gao Mengtang found He Luo. At this moment, he was holding He Luo and sitting on the bed in the hotel watching TV.
"Perhaps you still remember the longitude and latitude of Hibiscus Monastery," Gao Geng said.
Wei Xiangchen was so angry that he floated up: "There is no such possibility! Who can remember the longitude and latitude of their own home?"
Gao Geng: "My brother and I live at 116.6° east longitude and 40.1° north latitude. It's just a few numbers. Is it difficult to remember them?"
Wei Xiangchen: ...
At seven o'clock in the evening, the news was playing on TV. Gao Mengtang sat cross-legged on the bed, listening to the news attentively. He interrupted his teammates' quarrel and said, "I think I know where the Hibiscus Monastery is."
"Special report, major event. At 6:37 this evening, unknown energy barriers appeared in various parts of the world. Experts speculate that the cause of the energy barriers is closely related to the mysterious 'Black Tower Game'. The specific cause is being investigated. Residents are advised to reduce going out and stay away from the following high-risk areas..."
I opened the Black Tower APP and saw that a few days ago, the forum was full of content about [101 Nine Thousand Years Old] Wei Wei's third rebellion and leaving Gao Mengtang, but now, the hot posts in the forum revolve around one theme: the Black Tower game is officially launched.
In the public beta version of the Black Tower dungeon, players enter a special area that does not exist in reality. In the official online version of the Black Tower game, an energy barrier will cover a real area, and the area is the game dungeon.
Gao Mengtang entered the keyword "northeastern Nanzhou" and found the three official copies of the Black Tower released by the official forum.
[The Soul Trapped Building][The Last Dead Person][Eleven Kills in a Row]
"Where is the Hibiscus Monastery?" He Lun scratched his head. "Wei Xiangchen, did you remember it wrongly? Are you sure your home is in the northeast of Nanzhou?"
Wei Xiangchen: "It must be there! I can still remember these five words!"
Bai Jie: "The location is Hibiscus Hermitage, but the name of the dungeon may not be Hibiscus Hermitage. Let's take a look at the dungeon description."
The official copy was just launched 30 minutes ago. No players have joined yet. The copy information is vague and no key information can be seen.
"The [Soul-Trapping Building] dungeon might be the Hibiscus Monastery." Duan Song said thoughtfully, "The Hibiscus Monastery is a building where the dead live as corporeal spirits, which is what we call trapped spirits. Let's go and take a look around the Soul-Trapping Building."
The players thought what he said made sense, so without further ado, they packed up and set off.
40 minutes later.
Gao Mengtang and others stood in a row, looking up at the "Soul-Trapping Tower" in front of them with their heads raised in unison.
An old, dilapidated, dangerous building in a village in the city, covering an area of less than 80 square meters, sandwiched between two other shaky houses. Outside the building is a dark purple game barrier wall.
Duan Song: "I thought the area of Grand Duke Olev's retreat would be a little larger than this dangerous building."
Wei Xiangchen: “It’s indeed much bigger.”
The location of the Soul Trapping Building instance is not the original location of the Hibiscus Monastery. Thinking about it carefully, how could it be possible? This place is very close to the city center. The flow of time in the Hibiscus Monastery is not the same as that in the outside world. If this is the Hibiscus Monastery, the secret would have been exposed long ago.
Gao Mengtang rubbed his belly and said, "Since we're here, there's a shopping mall next to us. How about we have a meal and then go to the movies?"
"Are you here for tourism in Nanzhou?" Shang Yu raised his eyebrows.
"What's wrong with having a meal and watching a movie?" Gao Geng retorted more seriously, "Brother, what do you want to eat?"
Gao Mengtang: “Help yourself!”
20 minutes later, the players inexplicably entered the buffet restaurant and watched in silence as Gao Mengtang picked out cheap vegetables and fruits.
He also brought a lot of seafood to feed He Luo. The octopus coiled on Gao Mengtang's legs, curled up into a small ball, but very edible. Soon, their table was piled with an exaggeratedly high plate.
The waiter occasionally passed by and frequently looked at the black cloak on Shang Yu. After being glared at, he dared not look again.
*
Back seat of car.
"Stop the car," said the Eleventh Sage King. He then narrowed his eyes, and his pupils became vertical. The position of the abnormal life was clearly displayed in his field of vision. There was an overlapping cross 300 meters away in a straight line.
The Eleventh Wise King pointed to the building where the overlapping crosses were located and asked: "What is this place?"
The believer who was driving the car replied respectfully: "My respected master, it is the mall."
"What does shopping mall mean? Just explain it clearly and don't keep asking me questions." The Eleventh King said unhappily.
The believers shuddered more visibly: "A place for human consumption, entertainment, and a happy time."
In the back seat of the Maybach, King Xian Eleven looked out the window for a long time. People coming in and out had peaceful smiles on their faces, and he also smiled unconsciously.
"By the way, the skill of [374 Heart Thief] is a bit troublesome." The Eleventh Wise King said thoughtfully.
Bai Jie's skill [The Most Terrible Theft] can steal the secret of any player/NPC once. Previously, Bai Jie had stolen Wei Wei's secret once.
Now, in Wei Wei's body is the soul of the Eleventh Wise King. Bai Jie's skill times are refreshed, and he can use the [Most Terrible Theft] on Wei Wei's body once more.
After thinking for a moment, Xian Wang Eleven said, "We need to let Bai Jie use this skill on me again before entering the dungeon. If he still has the ability to use it after entering the dungeon, things will be troublesome."
As he spoke, Xian Wang Eleven opened the door and got out of the car. The night wind brushed his cheeks, and the crowd parted on both sides of him. Xian Wang Eleven suddenly felt a little uneasy.
The life of the wise king was monotonous, but the outside world was too rich. Looking at those strange transparent walls, he didn't even know where to enter.
"This way, Mr. Wei." The believers hurriedly led the way for him.
It was the first time he took an escalator, the first time he saw a wide variety of small commodities, the first time he drank sweet milk tea... Xian Wang Eleven looked at all this curiously and even forgot about Gao Mengtang.
"What is this?" Xian Wang Eleven asked in a low voice, afraid that the customers next to him would hear.
The believer leaned forward and replied, "Mr. Wei, it's hand cream, apply it on the back of your hand."
Xian Wang Eleven unscrewed the lid and squeezed a little into his hand, but the salesperson immediately stopped him: "You haven't paid yet, you can't use it!"
"What are you yelling about?!" The believer pushed the salesman away with his arm, his expression gloomy and murderous. He threw out a wad of money and said, "Take the money and get out."
The Eleventh Sage King suddenly lost his temper. He threw the hand cream into the believer's hand and said, "Let's go."
The salesperson behind him looked confused: Who are these people!
Following the coordinates of the overlapping crosses, Xian Wang Eleven found Gao Mengtang and others. He watched silently from behind as Gao Mengtang took the movie ticket from the strange flashing machine.
"What are they doing?" asked the Eleventh King in a deep voice.
Believer: "Get your tickets and go to the movies. Movies are a kind of moving pictures, similar to [The Past·The Flow]..."
Gao Mengtang picked up the movie ticket and bought some popcorn. Out of the corner of his eye, he saw a very familiar face.
The man was thin, wearing a white suit and light brown leather shoes. He put his hands behind his back, tilted his head, and watched them busying around in the cinema with a half-smile.
The crowds passing by him blurred into a mass of dark shadows; only the white figure was extremely clear.
"Wei Wei?" Gao Mengtang was in a trance for a moment and subconsciously walked towards him. He quickly came to his senses and the smile on his face disappeared.
Xian Wang Shiyi moved his arms behind his back to his sides, one hand still holding the rim of the milk tea cup. He smiled and walked closer: "How are you? I see you are quite leisurely and watching...what is this called? A movie with your friends?"
Gao Mengtang held popcorn in his left hand and a bucket of ice water in his right hand. He said in an innocent voice, "Of course, I want to watch a movie, and my friend will watch it with me. What about you?"
The smile on the eleventh prince's face disappeared instantly.
"Oh, sorry, you have no friends." Gao Mengtang apologized insincerely, "I don't think people who have been brainwashed by you can be considered friends."
The expression of the eleventh virtuous king was dangerous yet calm, like the sea before a storm. He stared at Gao Mengtang for a full 10 seconds, leaned close to his ear, and whispered, "I hate to see others happy because I have never felt happy."
"Twelve, I can carve you out piece by piece, and I can also chop you into minced meat piece by piece."
The smile on Gao Mengtang's face also disappeared. After a while, he forced a smile and said, "I'll buy you a movie ticket and we'll watch it together. It's a comedy."
Others: ...? We don't think it will work.
The Eleventh Wise King was also stunned for a very short moment. His expression quickly changed from surprise to sinister. As if he wanted to emphasize something, he said in an even more ruthless voice: "No need. The day I ascend the throne, I will think of you, because your bones are under the throne."
He stood up, bit his milk tea straw, and smiled at Gao Mengtang, as if their conversation was just the most daily greeting.
Gao Mengtang watched the white figure go away. At this time, Bai Jie spoke in a low voice, very surprised: "Boss, I stole the secret of Xian Wang Eleven!"
When the invisible hand reached out to the heart of the wise king Eleven, Bai Jie heard his secret: In the [The Last Dead] dungeon, death in the game does not mean death in reality. The player will lose his identity card and all memories related to the black tower, and become an ordinary person. This is the best for me. If Twelve kills me, I can at least still be alive.
: More importantly, Twelve will not leave this copy.
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