Chapter 268 The Last Death (5) You are already dead...
Wenren Xiao and Wenren Ye were terribly frightened and asked tremblingly: "Master, Master, what's going on, Gao Mengtang..."
The Eleventh Wise King wiped the bloody handprint on the glass with his finger, and the ink stained his nails red. He frowned irritably: "Red ink can scare you half to death? I think you are more suitable to go to the cinema to watch fairy tales."
The two dared not say a word. The Eleventh Wise King narrowed his eyes and looked at the corridor that stretched into the distance. His scarlet eyes lit up with a dangerous light.
The Saprophytic Stone can lock all "life that should not exist". He just saw it clearly. Gao Mengtang's mark was in the sixth car one second, and appeared in the compartment of car 14 the next second.
With Gao Mengtang's physical skills, it is impossible for him to run from the 6th car to the 14th car in such a short time, pry open the door without anyone noticing, and appear in front of them.
Teleportation is prohibited in the instance, so how did the 12th Sage King appear here? Why did he appear in front of him out of nowhere?
The Eleventh Wise King put away his stationery and wrote two more words with a heavy heart. His pen suddenly paused and he whispered, "The place of near death."
"Master, what did you say?" Wenren Xiao asked cautiously.
"When the twelfth Wise King appeared, the Supreme Order flowed into his body," the eleventh Wise King twisted the cap on the pen and curled his lips coldly, "it was the Supreme Order that saved the twelfth Wise King. I don't know what tricks he did, anyway, he almost killed himself."
As he said this, Xian Wang Eleven narrowed his eyes and glanced at the ceiling of the train.
He can lock onto all life forms that exist out of order, and at the same time, he can also lock onto the derivatives of these lives - such as the eyeballs of Gao Mengtang's summons.
"Two hours ago, the eyes of the twelfth wise king wandered around your box," said the eleventh wise king, "and he thought his sneaky little moves could escape my eyes."
The two blood-sucking dead disciples nodded quickly, saying flattering words like "Master has all-powerful hands and eyes, supreme." The Eleventh Wise King interrupted them impatiently: "Stop the flattery, I've heard it for 500 years, I'm tired of it."
The two men shut up immediately.
"You guys be careful." The Eleventh Wise King smiled meaningfully. The vampire disciple understood what he meant and curled the corners of his mouth cautiously.
Before leaving, the Eleventh Wise King took out a handful of glass beads and threw them casually on the floor. The tinkling sound was like the death knell before the arrival of the god of death. Upon hearing that sound, the two vampire apostles immediately had empty eyes and blank expressions, and a glass-like luster flashed in their eyeballs.
Two or three minutes after the Xian Wang Eleven left the box, they were still in a brainwashed state. It took them a while to come back to their senses. They held the manuscript paper used by the Xian Wang Eleven and kissed it devoutly.
"Master! Master! Only you have mercy on us!" The two men muttered like crazy, suppressing their intense emotions in their low tones.
Knock, knock, knock. Knock, knock, knock. There was a knock on the door.
The two were still immersed in their admiration for the Eleventh Sage King, and did not hear the knock on the door. The polite knock turned into an angry bang on the door. Wen Renye woke up as if from a dream.
Who's knocking on the door?
There was a lot of noise outside the carriage, with people talking, laughing, and the banging noise of the train. No one seemed to respond to the deafening knock on the door.
They approached the box door cautiously, pulled open the curtain in front of the glass door and saw that there was no one outside.
Knock, knock, knock. The banging on the door continued.
"Deviate from the incident! Stay away from the door!" Wen Renxiao shouted. When they turned around, dozens of dead bodies appeared out of thin air behind them! They were shoulder to shoulder, crowded together, filling the entire box.
The men opened their toothless, rotten mouths and rushed toward them. The two men shouted in unison, "Save me, my master."
[142 Bloodsucking Apostle] Skill [Blood Evolution]
Sucking more than 10ml of a player's blood will summon a clone of that player once. The clone has all the skills of the copied player, but the skill strength of the clone will be reduced to a certain extent.
Two phantoms of the Eleventh Wise King appeared, and shredder tentacles stretched out from their collars, wrapping around all the corpses and twisting them hard.
Blood splattered everywhere, and rotten flesh flew onto the chandelier. Five minutes later, all abnormalities disappeared. The carriage was clean and tidy again. Wenren Xiao and Wenren Ye knelt at the feet of the replica of Xian Wang Shiyi, sobbing and thanking for the arrival of this miracle.
However, there was a slight wavering in their hearts.
Why did they kowtow and cry to the phantom of the Eleventh Sage King? [Blood Evolution] was their skill. The Eleventh Sage King's phantom appeared to help them solve this deviation incident. It was as natural as 1+1=2, and it was not a miracle.
The action of bowing hit the glass beads on the ground. The slight sound made by the collision of glass instantly cleared the doubts of the vampire apostles.
They must be grateful to the 11th King, for no reason. Every day of their lives, every meal they eat, every breath they take is a gift from the 11th King.
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The Eleventh Prince of Virtue went back to his room to change clothes. As soon as he opened the door, he saw Gao Mengtang's pretty, innocent and simple face. The other person blinked her big eyes with thick eyelashes and looked at him as if nothing had happened, making it impossible for the Eleventh Prince of Virtue to hate him.
"Not practicing calligraphy anymore?" Gao Mengtang's tone made it seem like he had nothing to do with the prank just now.
Nonsense. The Eleventh Wise King thought, and slammed open his suitcase to look for clothes.
Gao Mengtang: "This time I spilled your ink, next time, who knows what will happen..."
Before he could finish his words, he was interrupted by the Eleventh Sage King: "You are lucky to be back from the place of near death and still be able to breathe. What else can you do besides knocking over the ink bottle like a cat with mean paws? Tell me."
This made Gao Mengtang stunned for a second. He opened his mouth halfway and looked at the Eleventh King in surprise.
"What? You think these tricks can scare me?" The Eleventh Wise King chuckled. "The 500 years I spent as a half-dead were 500 years of being imprisoned in a void and dying place. Twelve, I have tasted death and despair more than you."
The room was quiet for a while. The Eleventh King took out a black suit and when he buttoned it, he heard a sigh.
"Xian Wang Eleven, I'm sorry..."
"I'm not Xian Wang Shiyi, I have a name." Xian Wang Shiyi stared at him viciously, and his silk shirt was torn to pieces by him. "I'm Wei Wei."
Gao Mengtang: "But you are obviously not Wei Wei."
Black octopus tentacles stretched out from the sleeves of Xian Wang Shiyi. He was just about to teach Gao Mengtang a lesson when Gao Mengtang continued to speak:
"Wei Wei has never experienced being imprisoned by Black Tower Zero for 500 years, nor has he experienced being half-dead for 500 years."
The menacing tentacle quietly retracted. Although it was not obvious, the expression of the 11th Wise King eased a little: "Anyway, don't call me the 11th Wise King." He said the last four words awkwardly.
Gao Mengtang obeyed: "Then I'll call you Weihua? Sunflower? Anyway, I'm sorry that you've gone through so much hardship, even though it wasn't caused by me."
Then what are you sorry for? Xian Wang Eleven thought to himself, he quickly tied his tie, picked up the book, and was about to leave the box again.
"I said sorry, because... because..." Because of what? Gao Mengtang couldn't explain it clearly. He sighed again, "I'm just sad for you. You shouldn't have to go through all this suffering."
Xian Wang Shiyi paused for a moment, turned his head, and glanced at Gao Mengtang suspiciously. He left quickly as if he didn't hear what he said.
You shouldn't have to go through this suffering.
Xiao Tien knelt in front of the half-dead idol and repeated over and over again: "My master, you are the only one who told me that you should not go through these hardships. Master, you are the only one who is willing to transcend the lies and give selfless love to a humble me."
As she spoke, Xiao Tien would hold up the glass beads and cry bitterly.
Over the past few hundred years, the Eleventh Wise King was unconscious most of the time. Occasionally, when he regained some of his five senses, he would always hear Xiao Tien repeating this sentence.
The Eleventh Wise King did not understand, nor did he bother to understand. He thought that Xiao Tien had been studying the other world for too long, causing him to become mentally ill and talking nonsense.
The labor force that comes to you should be used up if you don't use it. After the Eleventh Sage King regained his senses, he gave Xiao Tien the ability to control his mind. At that time, the Eleventh Sage King had to use all his strength to hang on for a breath, and the remaining ability was pitifully weak.
What he gave Shortien was not complete mental control, but more like "brainwashing", just like Pavlov's dog experiment, constantly repeating "You must serve the new king for the rest of your life", and adding certain external conditions to strengthen the wizard family's belief in the half-dead.
The "external condition" chosen by Xiao Tien was the sound of glass beads colliding.
After multiple reinforcements, believers will hear the sound of glass beads colliding, and the flame of faith will be rekindled in their chests.
As for why Xiao Tien chose the glass beads, the Eleventh Sage King never asked. After he was resurrected in Wei Wei's body, Xiao Tien had been pierced through the head by the Spear of Azathoth and died, so he had no chance to ask.
Thinking of this, the Eleventh Sage King accidentally took out a crystal clear eyeball. Xiao Tien has a special liking for glass beads. Could it be related to the Twelfth Sage King?
"The Eye of God?!" Bai Jie's voice interrupted the thoughts of the eleventh wise king, "Hey, old scoundrel, why did you take it out?"
Shang Yu walked over with him, carrying a lunch box in her hand, and her eyes were also fixed on the transparent eyeball.
People from wizard families are very familiar with this eyeball. Everyone must be baptized and converted to Christianity under the gaze of the Eye of God.
"Shouldn't the Eye of God be placed in the church?" Shang Yu sneered, "Half-dead, our only Lord. You took out our holy object so casually. Are you going to show your hand? Are you going to stop pretending? Are you going to announce to the world that 'Ancient God Religion is a joke'?"
The Eleventh Wise King quickly retracted his transparent eyeballs and said nothing.
After the Eleventh Wise King walked away, Bai Jie lowered his voice and asked, "What does it say in the scriptures? What are the eyes of God made of?"
"It's made of the tears that the gods shed out of pity for all living things." Shang Yu said expressionlessly, "I hope they cry themselves blind."
Bai Jie seemed to be thinking about something, and said in a trance: "Transparent eyeballs... glass beads."
The two players passed by the sixth carriage. Shang Yu dragged Bai Jie into the room and asked in a low voice, "Do you think the Eye of God is a tool for exerting mental control?"
Bai Jie nodded and said, "Do you find it strange that followers of the ancient gods must be baptized in the Jiecheng Church to join the church. Even if the church is overcrowded and the queue has been waiting for several years, they cannot go to other churches."
The box was very quiet, and the door blocked out the sound of footsteps. Shang Yu listened carefully to Bai Jie's analysis.
"Because there is only one Eye of God, and it is stored only in the Cathedral of Jie City." Bai Jie said, "It is very likely that the baptism ceremony is the beginning of brainwashing. For so many years, Xiao Tien has been secretly controlling the believers of the ancient gods in this way..."
There are 101 players in this copy, more than half of whom are believers of the ancient gods. They devoutly follow the Wise King Eleven. If an accident occurs, Gao Mengtang and others are likely to be surrounded and attacked.
"We must find a way to get the Eye of Allah." Shang Yu and Bai Jie said in unison.
They were afraid that other players passing by might hear their conversation, so they just opened a door and hid in. When the conversation was over, they took a closer look and found that it was Shang Yu's room.
"Where's Lin Li?" Shang Yu said to himself, "My roommate is Lin Li. She spends all her time playing tarot cards and never leaves her room. Where is she now?"
There were also Lin Li's tarot cards on the small table in the room.
Shang Yu's heart tightened when he smelled the faint smell of blood. He looked towards the place where the smell came from, the bathroom.
"Lin Li? Lin Li? Are you in there?" Shang Yu couldn't turn the doorknob of the bathroom, so she banged on the door. The door panel that looked vulnerable was actually as solid as a rock under her attack.
After calling for a long time, the door opened with a click, and a ghost from the forest floated out and continued to play with the tarot cards. Shang Yu stood at the bathroom door with a terrified expression.
There was another Lin Li in the bathroom, his limbs drooping with stiffness, his head buried in the mirror. A ghostly shadow flashed through the mirror world.
In the sink filled with water, there was a yellowed card floating. On the card was written in bright red ink: You are dead.
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