Chapter 274 The Last Dead Person (11) You have been dead for too long.
As soon as I got off the train, I saw the corpse carriers waiting on the platform. They were covered with black cloth and their eyes were still filled with surprise and wonder, as if it was a very shocking thing to see several people with intact arms and legs walking down from the train.
Such gazes made the players feel uncomfortable, as if they had grown an extra head or two arms.
"Good evening!" Gao Mengtang greeted them with a smile, "Hi? Look at me."
The corpse carrier's dull and stiff eyes turned around, and the other players looked at him in amazement when they saw that Gao Mengtang dared to talk to the corpse carrier.
The NPCs on the train seemed like unintelligent humanoids, but maybe these corpse carriers could communicate? Gao Mengtang asked with little hope: "Are you curious about this train? Why?"
“…”
Just when everyone thought that the corpse carrier was also an artificial retard, the corpse carrier actually spoke in a hoarse voice: "You are normal people."
It is like a question and also like a declarative sentence.
Gao Mengtang: “Eh?”
"Why?" The corpse carrier asked them, "Why do you look like humans?"
If it doesn't look like a human, then what should it look like? Gao Mengtang was puzzled, and soon he thought of a possibility: "Before us, the passengers who got off the train didn't look like humans?"
At this time, the conductor brought out several bodies and threw them into the wooden cart of the corpse carrier. The corpse carrier, wearing severely corroded gloves, moved the bodies to make them more stable.
"Monsters. Those that can move are monsters, and those that can't move are also monsters." The corpse carrier shook his head and sighed, pushing the wooden cart away.
The night wind howled across the plain, blowing away a corner of the black cloth covering the corpse carrier's face. Gao Mengtang suddenly saw that the corpse carrier's skin was covered with turbid green, rusty red, and dark blue pustules.
Their skin was like a pool of stinky ditch water with bubbles of different colors floating on it. That was definitely not a sign of skin disease.
As he watched their backs go away, Gao Mengtang suddenly remembered something: they were at the border of the inner and outer worlds. The radiation from the inner world could mutate most of the players in the outer world.
The Black Tower players are fine because they have identity cards bound to their bodies that can help them resist the energy radiation from the other world.
The corpse carriers only appeared briefly on the platform, and when they moved the corpses, their skin would be corroded beyond recognition. If the people who came to the border were not Black Tower players, but ordinary people, a few days of travel would be enough to make them unrecognizable.
"The Edward Royal Train used to carry ordinary people." Gao Mengtang supported his cheek and thought.
Putting ordinary people with no defense capabilities at the border between the inner and outer worlds is clearly... a human experiment.
The conductor arranged a shuttle from the train to the Dedication Auction House, and at 6:30 in the evening, they arrived at the Dedication Auction House located on the edge of the cliff.
The main body of the building was rusty brick red, and above the heavy stone door, which was five meters high, was an eyeball that was larger than a human head. Every time a player approached the auction house, the eyeball would turn and stare at them for a short second or two.
Shang Yu subconsciously put his hands together and made a prayer gesture. After realizing what he was doing, his hands bounced apart like the positive and negative poles of an electromagnet repelling each other.
"Oh, I'm used to it." Shang Yu said, "When I see the eyeballs, I think the Lord is staring at me."
Gao Mengtang: "Is there any connection between eyeballs and the eyes of God?"
"Of course there is," Shang Yu replied, "The only eye of God is the one in the hand of the Eleventh King. The remaining eyeballs are all 'symbols' of God's purpose. The relationship between the two is equivalent to that between the cross on which Jesus was crucified and an ordinary cross pendant."
"What is the use of the Eye of God?" Duan Song was still upset about the fact that the Eleventh Wise King took back the Eye of God. "Why did he give it to us and then take it back?"
Shang Yu was silent for a moment, and said with difficulty: "We really don't know what this thing is used for, but everyone must be baptized under the gaze of Allah. Perhaps it represents some kind of blessing?"
While they were talking, they had already entered the Dedication Auction House.
The decoration of the hall is old but not dilapidated. Every piece of furniture looks like a masterpiece in a museum.
The players collected tickets to participate in the auction with their train tickets. The front desk staff told them that there were 5 box seats in this auction, which would be distributed randomly and drawn by luck.
So, Gao Mengtang, who had the highest luck value, was responsible for helping them get the tickets.
The ticket is very similar to the lottery ticket for the Ichiban Kuji. If you tear open the part connected by the dotted line in the middle, you can see whether it is a regular ticket or a box ticket.
After Gao Mengtang distributed the tickets, he tore open his own ticket first.
"Box seats!" everyone cheered.
He Lun, Duan Song, Bai Jie and others tore open their tickets. Gao Mengtang showed the effect of his luck value of 50. He drew two of the five box seats. He and Bai Jie sat in the box, and the others sat in ordinary seats.
After exchanging the ticket, Gao Mengtang happily went to the second-floor box, where the chairs were bigger and more comfortable, and there was unlimited supply of fruit. There was a megaphone on the table so he could communicate with his teammates.
"Boss, don't be too happy, or you will be cursed by the Nine-Headed Human Emperor." Bai Jie said.
Gao Mengtang: "Don't worry, the curse of the Human Emperor Nine Heads only works on the train."
He had attended auctions several times before, and before entering, he would be given a brochure introducing the auction items, but the Dedication Auction House did not have one. The most eye-catching thing in the hall was not the booth, but something similar to a scoreboard.
[000 Blind] Gao Mengtang——Dedication value 0
[374 Heart Thief] Bai Jie——Dedication Value 0
…
There are more than 70 players still in the copy, and each name is written on the scoreboard.
"Is the auction of the ancient god's followers so weird?" Gao Mengtang asked Bai Jie, "What is the dedication value?"
Bai Jie shook his head: "The auction I know about is similar to the general auction. I don't know what the dedication value is."
The door opened silently, and a cool breeze blew in. Gao Mengtang glanced at it, and the smile on his face disappeared instantly.
The Eleventh Wise King walked in with two vampire apostles. He glanced at Gao Mengtang and sat in the chair farthest from him with an expressionless face.
Bai Jie gritted his teeth with a crunching sound, and Gao Mengtang used his fork to poke a few green grapes on the white porcelain plate, making them spin.
The Wise King Eleven will of course appear in the box. Except for Gao Mengtang and his friends, other players who draw box seats will certainly be eager to present themselves in front of the Wise King Eleven.
"Ahem," Gao Mengtang opened the mind link, his voice was unnatural, "You helped us last night..."
Bai Jie winked at Gao Mengtang frantically, but Gao Mengtang didn't see it. He continued through the mental link: "I still have to thank you for this, but I will never forget what happened to my brother."
The wise king was flipping through a soft-bound poetry collection and ignored it.
"Maybe you don't want to be my enemy, but you still hurt us anyway." Gao Mengtang said. At this time, Bai Jie gently nudged Gao Mengtang with his elbow.
Gao Mengtang: "You should give us some compensation."
As soon as these words came out, the Eleventh Wise King suddenly raised his head, looked past the two people in the middle, and stared at Gao Mengtang with a bad look.
The two vampire apostles could not hear the communication through the mental link. When they saw the Wise King Eleven raised his head with murderous intent, they were slightly panicked. They looked at the Wise King Eleven and then at Gao Mengtang.
Bai Jie was also stunned. Is this right? ?
It is understandable and reasonable to make compensation after being hurt. But is it right? ? That is the Eleventh Wise King, their enemy!
Gao Mengtang: "You are also a wise king. You not only want to win, but also want to win with honor and dignity. You know more about this copy, but we know very little about it. There is information asymmetry, which is not fair at all."
"Twelve, are you too sad and your brain is broken?" The voice of the Wise King Eleven came through the mental link.
Hearing this, Bai Jie suddenly stood up and stared at the Eleventh Prince fiercely. Gao Mengtang had to take some effort to get him to sit back in his chair.
"Brother Wenren, please switch seats with your master." Gao Mengtang said to the vampire apostle beside him.
Wenren Ye raised his eyebrows and looked at Gao Mengtang as if he was a lunatic.
"Why, are you scared?" Gao Mengtang said, "Are you so scared that you don't dare to sit with me?"
The two vampire apostles were showing angry expressions and were about to explode, but Xian Wang Eleven stood up first, made a gesture, asking the two vampire apostles to leave, and then sat calmly next to Gao Mengtang.
"What do you want to ask me?" The wise king Eleven looked at the hall. The light shone on his pale and thin face, making him look unapproachable.
"Why did you kill Gao Geng?" Gao Mengtang asked.
Wise King Eleven: "The Saprophytic Stone has the power of destruction and resurrection, and can activate the [Mastermind]. The ability of the End Stone to see through the old order will suppress the Mastermind. Although Gao Geng is a scrap of the End Stone, his existence is also a trouble."
"Mastermind?"
"When this instance is over, Thirteen will move the main brain to the surface world." The Eleventh King turned his head and raised his bloodless lips slightly. "Then, it will be the destruction and rebirth of the surface world."
Gao Mengtang blinked his drooping eyelashes, as if thinking about something: "Then why don't you kill me? I am the main ingredient of the Stone of the End. Is it just because you don't want to be entangled by the Supreme Order?"
"You have irreversibly sealed the power of the Stone of the End, haven't you? I really have to thank you for that, otherwise I would have a bigger headache," the Eleventh Wise King smiled more kindly:
"What's more, we went to so much trouble to coax you here because we are absolutely sure that you can't leave this copy. At least, you can't leave completely."
Outside the copy, the live broadcast audience was discussing enthusiastically.
: What do you mean by a kind person? [Leaning back] You killed my brother, but I can still calm down and talk to you.
: The above is not only kindness, but also rationality. Getting angry and fighting with Xianwang Eleven, a cheating player, will only make you fall more miserably.
: I totally agree. The Eleventh King controls the main server.
: I don't quite understand why Xian Wang Shiyi and the others didn't just kill Gao Mengtang? Or let the shredder erase all traces of Gao Mengtang's existence.
: The Stone of the End can be resurrected even after death, and will be a handsome man again one year later. It cannot be killed. Maybe, during the resurrection process, Gao Mengtang reawakened the power of the Stone of the End. That would be even more troublesome.
: The most powerful power of the thirteenth virtuous king is that he can make the rules of the game. If you kill Gao Mengtang in reality, he will turn into a bunny and jump around the next day. After making a series of game rules, Gao Mengtang will fail the game, which will restrain his actions.
: If I were the Eleventh Wise King, the only way to deal with the blind man would be to make him lose all his memories and never oppose me again. I can't afford to offend the blind man.
: The Saproling Stone is also immortal, how could it kill the Eleventh Wise King? I get angry when I see him!
: Is there no one paying attention to the mastermind? What should I do if the world becomes a game? I don’t want to die!
: I’m not in the mood to watch the live broadcast. I feel like the end of the world is coming.
: The supermarket downstairs seemed to be invaded by zombies. I also left to grab the goods.
Before they knew it, it was seven in the evening, and the auction officially began. The host said a lot about believing in the Lord and serving the Lord diligently, and there were also auction rules, but Gao Mengtang was concentrating on talking to Xian Wang Eleven and didn't listen carefully.
After saying a lot, the host banged the hammer and the hall was silent for a few seconds.
A nearly spherical transparent crystal descended from the ceiling. The crystal was made up of many pentagons and hexagons, and at first glance it looked like a football. The crystal was hollow, and contained a glass-like eyeball. Thousands of transparent, shining filaments hung from the bottom.
“The auction begins!”
Gao Mengtang's attention then shifted to the booth. He was just about to see what the first auction item was when he saw Chu Wen rush up to the booth and place a bottle of spirit value recovery agent on the booth.
The spherical crystal filaments penetrated into the spirit value recovery agent and were pulled out after a moment.
What's going on? Gao Mengtang stopped eating the fruit plate, rubbed his eyes, and stared at the auction table intently.
On the side of the black rectangular booth facing the audience, a red number lit up: 50
There was a series of rustling sounds, and the scoreboard next to it flipped. Chu Wen's name was ranked first, and the contribution value increased from 0 to 50.
Players had already lined up in long queues, continuously placing all kinds of props on the display stand. After the crystal filaments penetrated those props, they quickly determined the dedication value. The rankings were constantly refreshed.
Gao Mengtang asked quietly: "What kind of auction house is this? Why are there no items for auction?"
"Boss, this auction is in the form of barter," Bai Jie replied in a lower voice, "Players hand in props, weapons, etc., and gain dedication points. After the dedication is over, prizes will be distributed according to the ranking."
Gao Mengtang: "What are the prizes?"
Bai Jie: “I don’t know.”
It was a bit outrageous. Gao Mengtang sat there without moving. He saw his teammates sitting in the ordinary seats looking around, as if considering whether to make a contribution.
"Aren't you going to make some contribution?" Xian Wang 11 teased, "Your Ice Bowl Bubble Shadow is a treasure, it can be exchanged for at least 10,000 contribution points."
The prize is unclear, and asking the players to hand over the precious items first does not look good. Gao Mengtang said: "You haven't made any contribution either. Please go first."
The Eleventh Wise King chuckled with an ambiguous tone, lit a cigar, squinted his eyes in the swirling smoke, and looked down at the players queuing up below him, looking as if it had nothing to do with him.
"The Eye of God is also valuable, right?" Gao Mengtang said after careful consideration. "Would you like to donate some?"
Wise King Eleven: "That glass bead... Twelve, I can invite you to watch a good show."
What good show is, the eleventh king didn’t say.
No matter how comfortable a chair is, one cannot sit in it for too long. Gao Mengtang changed several postures and endured four hours of doing nothing. It was like going to a popular amusement park and 90% of the time was spent watching others queue up.
This hearty sacrifice came to an end, and most of the players were just about to hand in the remaining bottles of mineral water.
The dedication value of [000 Blind] and [101 Nine Thousand Years Old] is always 0
Those in the front row stared at the scoreboard with great determination, hoping to get a better ranking.
He Lun, Bai Jie, Duan Song and others symbolically handed in a bottle of the lowest-level physical strength recovery agent and obtained 5 dedication points, also ranking last.
The Eleventh Wise King seemed very excited. He leaned forward with his hands on his knees, waited for the last few people to line up and present their props, and then picked up the walkie-talkie on the coffee table.
"Chu Wen." said the Eleventh Wise King.
Chu Wen: "Lord, I will follow you forever."
Gao Mengtang opened his eyes wide. When Chu Wen and Chu Hui nodded and bowed to him, they actually hugged the thighs of the Eleventh King at the same time.
The Eleventh Wise King was also a bit bad, as he exposed the secret of the Chu brothers directly to Gao Mengtang.
But Gao Mengtang soon stopped thinking about these things, because the next sentence from the Eleventh Prince was:
"Do as I told you before and throw the Eye of Allah out."
"Yes, sir."
After hanging up the intercom, Bai Jie suddenly came to his senses: "What are you doing! That's the Eye of God!"
The Eleventh Prince did not answer. He turned his back to Gao Mengtang, leaning his hands on the railing, with a sick smile on his face. His voice was filled with uncontrollable interest: "Come on, Twelve, I'll treat you to a good show."
Under the light, a flashing trail slid by. Gao Mengtang's pupils shrank. That was the Eye of God, thrown into the air, above the heads of the crowd.
Time seemed to slow down. First, someone looked up and saw the Eyes of God and exclaimed. Then, the already disorderly crowd fell into even darker chaos.
They scrambled for it like a group of refugees fighting for a piece of gold.
Gao Mengtang stood up and asked: "What exactly are you going to do?"
"Boss, should we run faster?" Bai Jie was very worried.
The purpose of the Eye of Allah is unknown. Will it explode? Or will it spread a virus?
"If you believe me, don't leave. Just watch carefully." The Wise King Eleven looked down at the chaotic crowd, with blood splattered and swords flashing.
Gao Mengtang frowned, grabbed the walkie-talkie first, and told his teammates to stay in a safe place and not to fight for it.
That is a century-old holy object, the Eye of Allah.
If you grab the Eye of Allah, you will definitely get a lot of dedication points.
Corpses fell one after another, and player portraits were covered with the seal of excommunication one after another.
If there is a hell, it couldn't be more chaotic and desperate than the situation before us.
The body was trampled beyond recognition, and the blood that covered the instep covered the marble floor of the hall. The players below were like trapped insects, and could only find a way out by fighting each other.
Dong—the bell struck midnight.
Of the crowd that had just gathered together, only about ten people were left, standing blankly in a pool of blood.
Wen Renxiao seized the Eye of Allah. He dragged half of his bloody body, covered his stomach with internal organs that were about to flow out, and staggered to the auction table. He placed the Eye of Allah covered in blood plasma on the exhibition stand.
The spherical crystal suspended in the air seems like the Holy Spirit observing the suffering from above, and thousands of fine threads slowly entangle the eyes of God.
All eyes were focused on the display board on the booth. After the filament was pulled out, numbers popped out...
1
The devotion value that the Eyes of Allah can obtain is only 1 point?
Wise King Eleven clapped his hands and laughed, but Wen Renxiao seemed to be in disbelief. He did not care about his own wounds, but wiped the blood off the Eye of Allah with his robe and put it back on the display stand.
Evaluate again, the number is still 1
"Excellent! So wonderful!" Xian Wang Eleven smiled and clapped his hands. He tilted his head and saw Gao Mengtang's blank expression. He raised his eyebrows like a child who had succeeded in a prank, "Twelve, do you like it?"
Gao Mengtang: "Why?"
Why is the value of devotion to Allah's Purpose only 1 point?
The Eleventh Wise King laughed so hard that he couldn't straighten his back, and fell back into the luxurious and elegant chair: "I told you, it's just a glass bead."
Gao Mengtang and Bai Jie looked at each other blankly.
"You mean, the Eye of God is just a glass bead?" Gao Mengtang was the first to react, but he couldn't believe it. "The most ordinary glass bead?"
The Eleventh Sage wiped away the tears of laughter from the corners of his eyes with his pale, bloodless fingertips: "Yes, ordinary glass beads. We can produce 10,000 tons a day."
Bai Jie panicked: "Then why——"
"Why put it in a church for people to worship?" The Eleventh Wise King stopped laughing and took a sip of whiskey. "Are there not many absurd things like this? Those tombstones that are cared for by later generations are just stones. Those prayer flags that are hung up solemnly are just pieces of cloth."
The tone of the eleventh virtuous king suddenly turned cold. He raised his eyes suddenly, and stared at Gao Mengtang with his venomous red eyes: "Those who are worshipped as gods are just human beings."
Gao Mengtang moved his somewhat stiff legs and walked to the railing. The surviving players looked confused. Around them were corpses with blood plasma covering their cheekbones.
They lost their lives for a glass bead, and died a miserable death.
The host turned a blind eye to this tragedy. He struck the final hammer and said, "The auction is over."
"Something more interesting is about to happen." The Eleventh Wise King sat up straighter. "Look forward to their prizes."
Certificate of Merit.
The auction house awarded certificates to each player (who was still alive) according to their contribution ranking. The first place winner was Wen Renxiao, who went on stage to receive applause and praise.
"You are the most loyal believer of Allah," said the host.
Wen Renxiao looked a little confused, as if he didn't understand what was going on, nor what he had done. He forced a smile, trying his best to appear happy.
The Eleventh Wise King was even more delighted. He crumpled up the certificate and threw it into a corner. "It's so humorous. You sacrificed everything for a sentence like 'The Lord needs you', and all you got was a light praise."
"He should record this compliment and play it on a 24-hour loop." The Eleventh Wise King laughed and coughed twice. "This is all he got after pouring out his heart and soul."
The blood-red color made Gao Mengtang's eyes hurt. He covered one eye and rubbed his furrowed brows.
"Eleven, do you really think all this is interesting?" Gao Mengtang asked in a deep voice. He raised his face, his expression more serious than ever before.
That perfect face, like that of a god, when expressionless, was also as cold and noble as a god.
The Eleventh Wise King stopped laughing, narrowed his eyes and looked at him.
"You are powerful enough, but you only hide in the dark corners, watching others go astray or even lose their lives, and then laugh at them coldly." Gao Mengtang lowered his eyes and looked down at him, "They are just pitiful, but you are pathetic."
The icy expression of the Eleventh Wise King cracked a little, and his eyes flickered. It was only for a moment, and he quickly returned to his fierce and gloomy look.
"Twelve, let me remind you that I created you, so speak to me with respect."
"Yes, you were able to create me, the closest living being to perfection, but now you can only kill people with your little tricks." Gao Mengtang said softly, "Maybe you have been dead for too long and have changed beyond all recognition."
The expression of the Eleventh Prince changed completely. He was about to get angry when Gao Mengtang dragged Bai Jie away without looking back. After looking at the two people's receding backs for a long time, the Eleventh Prince suddenly felt a dull pain in his chest.
The soul of the wise king of the inner world was placed in the body of a mortal in the outer world. Even after years of fusion, it was still unable to adapt.
The severe pain made the Eleventh King's face as pale as paper. He slumped in the chair, his hanging short silver hair covering his trembling eyelashes.
"Master, I won first place." Wen Renxiao walked in with a certificate with a bloody fingerprint on it.
The Eleventh Wise King raised his head and stared at him blankly for a few seconds: "You did a good job."
"But, Master..." Wen Renxiao didn't know what to say. He had paid for all the props and weapons, and in the end, all he got was this certificate?
When the Wise King Eleven stood up, his body was a little shaky. He pressed Wen Ren Xiao's shoulders and closed his eyes to relax for a long time.
"Am I a particularly bad person?" The Eleventh Wise King still had his eyes closed and spoke in a weak voice.
Wen Renxiao was shocked: "Of course not! My king, you are the most wise person in the world!"
The Eleventh Wise King forced a smile, patted his shoulder, and said nothing.
Where the light shines, bloody footprints are wet and clump together, like crushed red petals. The Eleventh King walks away in the bloody footprints, and his back in a white suit is swallowed up by the dark corridor.
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