Chapter 267 The Last Death (4) The Gap Between Life and Death
At Duan Song's strong request, Gao Mengtang applied concealer to the black handprint with an expressionless face.
"This should be the handprint of the round-faced player." Bai Jie gestured, "His fingers are as thick as sausages. He is the only one as fat as him on the entire train."
"The living spirits will kill the players. The living spirits will turn into evil spirits in the middle of the night and will also kill the players." Shang Yu rubbed his eyebrows. "If the death toll exceeds 51, the train will derail. 21 people have died today... It gives me a headache."
Gao Mengtang rubbed the concealer absentmindedly, pondering the words of the Eleventh Prince.
If you want to live longer, you must first reduce the number of deaths. This is difficult to do, as the occurrence of deviation events is irregular and you may be suffocated by a pillow while sleeping.
The effective method is to drive away the living spirits. Without them, players will not die.
Duan Song kicked the round-faced player off the train, but was retaliated by the round-faced player. It can be seen from this that killing the living spirit is definitely not a good idea. First, the dead cannot die again, such as Wei Xiangchen, who floated several times in the first-level copy [Scavenger] without any injury. Secondly, if you provoke the living spirit, the player will die faster.
"If we can't kill him, how about salvation?" Gao Mengtang said as if talking to himself.
It is reasonable for ghosts to be liberated.
Shang Yu: "I don't know much about Transmigration. There are too few people who choose this specialization. Can't Transmigration only be used on specific NPCs?"
Gao Mengtang nodded: "For NPCs, only a few can be saved. However, living spirits are players. I have never tried to use salvation on players before, maybe it will have a different effect."
Just like a spirit value restorer, it is a life-saving medicine for players, but it is just ordinary mineral water for most NPCs.
Many skills and props have different effects on players and NPCs. Gao Mengtang is eager to try: "I want to try using the supernatural skill on players."
Everyone's eyes turned to Wei Xiangchen. As the only ghost, he was the most suitable.
"Mr. Blind, please spare my life!" Wei Xiangchen ran away quickly, "What if you really send me away?"
"I'll try to save myself first." Gao Mengtang said, opening the roulette wheel and selecting the specialized skill of saving. A silvery-white light with a faint blue hue escaped from his fingers, and an overlapping double cross appeared under his feet.
When the magic circle lit up, Gao Mengtang's smile disappeared instantly, and his lifeless eyes stared straight ahead, without blinking or breathing.
He swayed twice and fell forward straight. Shang Yu was about to help him up when his hands touched Gao Mengtang's shoulders. Gao Mengtang suddenly turned into smoke and disappeared.
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Gao Mengtang heard a gentle call: "Go, go..."
"But where can you go?"
Then, Gao Mengtang was gently wrapped in white light, and the touch of the light was like the smoothest silk. When the light faded like the tide, the carriage reappeared in front of Gao Mengtang.
The carriage was still decorated the same as before, with walnut furniture and dark gold wallpaper. However, the furniture in the carriage before him was eaten by insects, with white insects drilling in and out of the holes, and the dark gold wallpaper was bulging, popping like a tumor, and oozing dark red liquid.
Where is this?
The train was still moving, the carriages were rattling, and the golden doorplate on the compartment was severely rusted. The words "Car 06 - Room 02" could be vaguely seen. This was Duan Song and Xiao Canglan's room.
The most amazing thing was that Gao Mengtang could see through the wall, and see silvery white silhouettes swaying in the dim carriage. He even saw two people at the end of the train.
What do those silvery-white outlines represent?
Gao Mengtang wanted to open the door and go out, but his hand barely passed through the door panel. After hesitating for a moment, Gao Mengtang took a step forward and his body went straight through the wall.
He seemed to have turned into a ghost. Gao Mengtang walked forward and passed by a silver-white silhouette, which seemed to be unable to see Gao Mengtang at all.
Passing through the sixth car, the seventh and eighth cars are dining cars, where the decoration becomes darker and more eerie. Blood-red eyes emerge from the wallpaper, and the chandeliers are twisted into the shape of fingers.
The food on the plate was even more disgusting; it was simply a mass of diseased sarcoma.
After passing through two more dining cars, the situation became better. The decoration was similar to what Gao Mengtang had seen before he turned into a ghost. Occasionally, red blood would gush out from the cracks in the floor.
After walking around for several rounds, those silver-white shadows couldn't sense Gao Mengtang, and he couldn't find anyone to talk to.
Gao Mengtang began to feel bored. He wanted to leave, but he didn't know how.
After crossing another carriage, Gao Mengtang suddenly stopped.
The Wise King Eleven was sitting on the window frame. He was also a translucent ghost. The window was not open. Half of his body was in the train and half was outside the train. His legs were hanging outside the window. He was holding on to the windowsill with his hands, looking at the scenery outside.
"Don't be upset, Eleventh Prince," Gao Mengtang couldn't help but joke, "If you want to die, I can play the suona to send you off."
Hearing this, the white figure paused, slowly turned his head, and stared at Gao Mengtang in extreme surprise. He didn't say anything for a full half minute before jumping out of the window and speaking in disbelief:
"Mr. Blind?"
Gao Mengtang's mind went blank for a moment, and then a strong sense of joy surged in his heart: "Wei Wei! It's you!"
He rushed over and hugged Wei Wei. Wei Wei was tightly strangled by him, with his arms hanging stiffly above Gao Mengtang's back. After a while, he gently patted Gao Mengtang's back twice: "Mr. Blind, why are you here?" He did not show any special joy, but more surprise, "Did you encounter an accident?"
Gao Mengtang shook his head quickly and briefly explained the matters concerning the dungeon, the living spirit, and salvation. Then he asked, "Avi, how are you? Where are you? Why are you here? Do you know how we can save you? What kind of help do you need..."
There were too many questions he wanted to ask, and he spoke a long list like pouring beans. Wei Wei stared at him blankly, and waited for Gao Mengtang to finish before speaking:
"I call this the gap between life and death, or the Land of the Near-Death. It is a crack between the material world before life and the void after death. Look at those silver-white shadows. They should be dead, but some force is controlling them, so they haven't completely entered the state of death."
Another silver shadow passed by them. The shadow was particularly long, more than two meters. Gao Mengtang remembered that a player who was more than two meters tall had his neck cut by a clothesline.
Gao Mengtang murmured: "Great, I can locate the living spirit."
"Living spirit?" Wei Wei asked softly.
"Well, never mind that. Avi, is there anything I can do to save you?"
Wei Wei looked at Gao Mengtang for several seconds without saying a word. His expression was very strange.
"Mr. Blind, why are you here?" Wei Wei asked again, with an unconcealed worry in his voice, "This is a place of near-death. Those who appear here are neither the living nor the dead. Could it be...you are also..."
Gao Mengtang smiled: "How could I be on the verge of death? My soul may have left my body due to my transcendence skill."
People who have found loopholes in the laws of life and death will enter this strange space. For example, Wei Wei, whose consciousness has dissipated but whose body is still moving, cannot be said for sure whether he is dead or alive.
Another example is the living spirits. Biologically speaking, they are dead, but the power of the black tower makes them exist like living people. They did not fully enter this space, but left their shadows in the dying place.
"Avi, do you know some secrets of the Eleventh Sage King?" Gao Mengtang asked, "Skills, weaknesses, anything."
"I cannot sense the world of the living..." Wei Wei seemed to be thinking about something, "But here, I can occasionally see the puppets made of the fragments of the Mirror Lake from the Zhongli clan. Yesterday, I saw He Luo, who appeared for a while and disappeared quickly."
The puppets made of Mirror Lake fragments are not living things, but they can think and are made of Mirror Lake fragments. They can survive in any world and any space. You can say they are living things; you can also say they are not living things, but corpses that can move and think; you can also say they are always in a state of dying.
Gao Mengtang guessed that the Mirror Lake fragments, including the shredder, could freely enter and exit the Land of Death, but they had not yet mastered the method.
"Mr. Blind Man, which bedroom is yours?" Wei Wei's question interrupted Gao Mengtang's thoughts.
"Car 6, Room 01, what's wrong?"
Wei Wei looked at him for a moment and shook his head: "Xian Wang Shiyi's roommate is you... Please take care of yourself. I can sense where Xian Wang Shiyi is. He is in room 04 of car 17."
He pointed at the door opposite. Gao Mengtang went in through the wall and saw that the decoration of this box was exactly the same as in the copy, with nothing unusual.
Gao Mengtang's keen intuition told him that the change in the environment also symbolized something. Most likely, it symbolized the degree of "pollution" by the living spirits.
The dining car was the most run-down environment because it was crowded with people, with people coming in and out. This room was newly decorated, which probably meant that no one had ever been in there.
It seems that he needs to remind Duan Song that his room is seriously polluted.
"The Eleventh Wise King is sitting right here," Wei Wei pointed at the chair by the window, "I can't see or hear him, but I can sense him. It's a very strange feeling. I can't be too far away from him."
Gao Mengtang sat on the chair opposite Xian Wang Shiyi, and he only saw a ball of air. But he wanted to pretend to be a ghost to scare Xian Wang Shiyi.
Just as this thought came to mind, a hazy outline appeared across the table. The facial features gradually became clear, and it was clearly Wei Wei's face.
The Eleventh Wise King is practicing his calligraphy.
"Did you see it?" Gao Mengtang said in surprise, "Wise King Eleven has appeared!"
Wei Wei nodded: "How did you do that?"
"I was just thinking that it would be great if I could pretend to be a ghost to scare the Eleventh Prince. And then he appeared!" Gao Mengtang couldn't stop giggling.
Xian Wang Eleven had just filled his fountain pen with ink when Gao Mengtang narrowed his eyes maliciously, identified the ink, raised his hand, and knocked it over.
The ink stained the white suit of the Xian Wang Eleventh. He looked blankly at the spilled ink and then at the stained clothes.
Gao Mengtang laughed so hard that he pounded the table. The small table was not sturdy, and the train was vibrating violently, so the pen bounced back and forth on the table.
"What's going on?" the vampire apostle asked in horror.
Xian Wang Eleven wiped the ink off his body and said, "Maybe the train was too bumpy."
Have you come up with a reasonable explanation?
Gao Mengtang was dissatisfied that he didn't scare him. He recalled the horror movies he had seen and a cunning light flashed in his eyes.
He knocked over a bottle of red fountain pen ink, and while they were busy cleaning up, he dipped his palm in the red ink and made fingerprints on the glass.
Gao Mengtang heard the screams of the blood-sucking dead apostles, and saw Xian Wang Shiyi staring at the glass with bloody handprints, and his face changed. Gao Mengtang smiled with satisfaction.
"Avi, I helped you get some relief!" Gao Mengtang was overjoyed and put another red handprint on Xian Wang Eleven's chest. Xian Wang Eleven clapped his hands in panic, and his hand went straight through Gao Mengtang's arm.
Wei Wei stood by the door, watching this farce, and smiled: "Mr. Blind, you have become semi-transparent. It seems that you are leaving here."
Gao Mengtang lowered his head and found that his figure was too faint to be seen clearly. He cried out and said goodbye hurriedly: "Awei, I know how to find you! I will definitely come to see you, remember to miss me!"
After a few seconds, Wei Wei said "hmm" softly, and he waved goodbye to Gao Mengtang with a smile.
The nothingness was gradually replaced by a heavy sense of reality. The white light enveloped Gao Mengtang once again.
The light faded, his vision returned, and Gao Mengtang looked carefully. He did not return to Room 02 of Car 6, but appeared in Room 04 of Car 17 - the room where the Eleventh Xian King was!
The twelve ghost lanterns penetrated the roof of the train carriage. When Gao Mengtang appeared, the ghosts all melted with a crash, as if gravity was reversed, and flowed slowly from the bottom to the top and returned to Gao Mengtang's body.
There was an extra person in the room out of nowhere. Three pairs of eyes looked at Gao Mengtang. Xian Wang Eleven was wiping the ink off his clothes with tissue paper. He raised his head and frowned at him:
"Your Majesty," said the Eleventh Wise King coldly, "Can you explain why you appeared here out of nowhere? As far as I know, teleportation is prohibited in this copy."
Gao Mengtang: “…”
Just be patient and wait for me to come up with a reasonable explanation.
Time passed minute by minute. Under the cold gaze of the Eleventh Wise King, Gao Mengtang crossed his legs with his hands on his knees with his fingers crossed, maintaining an unfathomable expression while his brain was working rapidly... Think of a reason quickly!
Never mind. I can’t think of one.
So Gao Mengtang smiled, leaned over, and whispered softly: "I can destroy the other world, and I can destroy you too. Eleventh Wise King, you shouldn't go against me."
Xian Wang Shiyi maintained the posture of wiping the ink, staring at Gao Mengtang in astonishment, only to see him stand up leisurely, push the door calmly and leave. Before leaving, he left a meaningful chuckle.
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