Chapter 275 The Last Dead Person (12) You must try to walk a narrow path...
Gao Mengtang left the auction house angrily.
Three minutes later.
"Was what I just said too much?" Gao Mengtang asked listlessly.
Bai Jie: "Boss, what did you say just now?"
"I told the Eleventh Wise King that you have been dead for too long and have changed beyond all recognition." Gao Mengtang pulled his curly hair in frustration. "I am hitting him where it hurts. He was a prisoner of Black Tower Zero when he was alive, and a prisoner of the Land of the Dying after he died. I actually used this to attack him..."
When Gao Mengtang saw the hellish situation at the auction house, he was angry and disappointed and said those words.
If you calm down and think about it carefully, you will realize that what the Eleventh Wise King did was not particularly excessive.
In the "Last Dead" dungeon, death in the game does not mean death in reality. Those followers of the ancient gods will be resurrected in reality safely, but they will lose their memories related to the black tower.
For those who believe in the Lord to the point of madness, this is not a bad thing.
Bai Jie:......
Boss, you just lost your brother, but the Eleventh Prince was hurt! Is that what you mean? ?
He had a deeper understanding of Gao Mengtang's tolerance and kindness.
When the eleventh prince boarded the train and opened the door of compartment 01, he found that the small chair by the window where he usually sat was already occupied.
"Good evening. I'm sorry for what happened just now..." Gao Mengtang said softly, holding an oversized octopus doll in his arms.
Before entering the dungeon, they met in the mall. Xian Wang Shiyi bought this doll, but during the fight, Xiao Canglan took the big octopus away.
"I'll give it back to you." Gao Mengtang took out another palm-sized object and said, "I'll give this to you as well, as an apology."
He handed over a stone sculpture. It was a sculpture of the Eleventh Wise King. His body was placed on the throne, his arms supporting his weak body, and his head was tilted limply to one side.
In the [Elevator] dungeon, Gao Mengtang saw this sculpture in the exhibition hall of the Eleventh Wise King. After returning, he carved a mini version.
Seeing the mini stone sculpture, the Eleventh King smiled quickly and soon returned to his cold expression.
"You built this sculpture, didn't you?" Gao Mengtang said. "I'm curious, why did you build such a sculpture? Why did you put your body in the throne?"
The Eleventh Wise King admired the carving of the small sculpture and said, "Wise King, there are countless people like you who have been a corpse since the beginning of their birth."
"Values are instilled by the environment. Dreams are guided by others. The trajectory of this life has already been planned. The only meaning of my existence and theirs is to sacrifice my own happiness and meet the expectations of others besides me."
The Eleventh Wise King showed his usual sarcastic smile again: "Compared to a truly living Wise King, what the Supreme Order needs is a moving corpse. I like this sculpture very much... I like your gift too."
"What kind of life do you want to live?" Gao Mengtang asked.
The Eleventh Wise King paused in placing the sculptures, and turned his head to glance at Gao Mengtang.
What kind of life is he living? He is definitely not the imprisoned wise king, nor the lonely soul in the dying land, nor the new king worshipped by brainwashed players, nor the God worshipped by brainwashed believers.
That was the long-cherished wish of Wise King Thirteen and Xiao Tien. Wise King Eleven's original goal was just to be resurrected.
How should he live after resurrection? King Wise Eleven had no chance to think, because when he opened his eyes, the first thing he saw was the believers kneeling at his feet.
The believers wanted him to become a king and a true god. They believed that the eleventh wise king could become the best ruler of the world. That was the expectation of hundreds of thousands of people, weighing heavily on the shoulders of the eleventh wise king.
From being manipulated by those in higher positions without any rejection, to being coerced by those in lower positions by using softness to overcome hardness.
This feeling made the Eleventh Sage King angry. His tone was a little colder because of his anger caused by incompetence: "I said I don't want to think about philosophical questions. What I need is the least important thing. The important thing is that I must do this. Otherwise, what will happen to those who have high hopes for me?"
Gao Mengtang opened his mouth and wanted to say something, but he soon thought of a serious question: What should he do if Gao Mengtang was the Eleventh Wise King?
More than five hundred years, more than a dozen generations of inheritance, countless people's faith, and thousands of nights of anticipation, looking forward to the day when he would become the Fourteenth Wise King.
If Gao Mengtang was the Eleventh Wise King, could he abandon everything and pursue the ending he wanted?
He couldn't, his choice would be the same as that of the Eleventh Wise King. He didn't agree, but he would still grit his teeth and persist.
Looking at Gao Mengtang's expression, the Eleventh Prince seemed to have guessed what he was thinking.
"Twelve, you were created by me, and I know you too well." Wise King Eleven said, "Wise kings are pearls. After removing the gorgeous pearls, the core is a grain of coarse sand. That is our dark but true emotion. Keep angry, keep hating, or keep obsessively loving."
"And you, after removing the beautiful pearl quality, have no core." The Eleventh Wise King laughed, "If there is no core, you can call it anything, but it cannot be called a pearl."
No kernel...?
"If someone kills my brother whom I have lived with for 20 years, I will tear him into pieces. But you can't even hate me."
"There is no hatred for those who are not in the world, and there is no worldly love."
Gao Mengtang remained silent and said nothing.
"You should know better than me that the outer world is just as rotten as the inner world, full of oppression, hypocrisy and posturing."
The Eleventh Wise King summoned the Shredder and had it play with the octopus doll.
"You are against me not because you want to save the world," said the Eleventh Sage King with a smile, "but you know that once I win, everyone in Yuefan, your good friends, will not have a good ending."
"Being kind to others is as instinctive to you as breathing. You will do your best to protect them. But even if they die, you won't be sad for too long. Soon, you will love the next group of friends with the same sincerity."
Gao Mengtang's face changed as if his secrets were exposed, and he stared at him blankly.
The Eleventh Wise King watched the shredder and the stuffed toy having fun, and smiled unconsciously: "If you win, those who support me will end up in a miserable situation. This is something I don't want to see."
Players watching the live broadcast
: I actually think there is some truth in it. So what if the whole world is gamified? It’s just a different way of living.
: If the Black Tower game can kill my boss, I will support it with both hands and feet.
: I don't want to live anymore, let the world be destroyed. No matter who becomes the Fourteenth Wise King, I support the gamification of the surface world.
: Hurry up and gamify it! I don’t want to go to school anymore!
"Good night." said the Eleventh King. He looked very tired and didn't want to continue the conversation.
Gao Mengtang was about to leave when he suddenly fell straight to the ground face down. His body seemed to be sucked by an ultra-high-power vacuum cleaner, unable to move. His ears were buzzing and the scene in front of him was blurred by blood.
There was a sharp pain in his chest, as if an invisible giant hand had smashed his chest and dug out his heart.
Before he lost consciousness, he heard the voice of the Eleventh Sage King: "Gao Mengtang!"
*
The bedroom of the vampire apostle. Wenren Ye, Wenren Xiao, Chu Wen and Chu Hui were all here, their expressions were heavy and complicated.
Wen Renxiao hung the certificate on the wall, and the bandage wrapped around the wound was soaked in blood. He handed in all the props he could donate, not even a bottle of the lowest-level healing potion.
With the healing potion, the penetrating wound would not be a big deal, but now, the wound on the abdomen was enough to make Wen Ren Xiao suffer all night.
"What's the use of this certificate? It can't be just an ordinary certificate." Chu Wen said unwillingly.
They tried for more than half an hour and discovered with mixed feelings that it was just a certificate.
Chu Hui hugged his knees, sat in the corner, and whispered, "Ridiculous."
It was ridiculous. Giving away all their items in the dungeon meant that they were in great danger of death. And all they got was a certificate.
"What did you say?!" Wen Renxiao shouted in a low voice, not quite confident enough. "The award is the Lord's recognition of me! The Lord needs me! How dare you think this is ridiculous!"
: Well said, I will reward you with a Three Good Believer Certificate.
: Fortunately, I am not religious, they are really a bunch of psychopaths.
: When you get old, you will definitely be tricked into buying indulgences.
: It’s so funny, they won’t live to old age.
Chu Hui and his brother also gave up all their props. He buried his head in his knees and said nothing.
The room was covered with a thick layer of black ash to ward off evil spirits. At this moment, the dust trembled and flew into the air, and the whole bedroom was suddenly filled with fog.
What happened? The four of them were horrified. In their ears, there was a crackling sound like an electrical failure.
"Which carriage are you from?" Wenren Ye's face darkened.
"Section 9, what's wrong?" Chu Wen said, his face turned pale and he couldn't even stand.
The midnight auction ended and they returned to the train at around one o'clock, and now it was two thirty in the morning.
Passengers are not allowed to appear in other carriages from 2:00 to 6:00.
Sizzle, sizzle. Sizzle, sizzle.
The flying dust turned into mist and dissipated in an instant. A dark shadow appeared on the door.
"Who is it that wants to escape..." Human Emperor Jiu Tou asked in a hoarse voice, "Why... do you want to run? Aren't you... willing to sacrifice everything... for your faith?"
"Get out!" Wen Ren Ye pushed the two of them out, but the Chu brothers were already so frightened that they were paralyzed and couldn't even stand up.
The Human Emperor's nine heads entered the room through the wall. His snake-like, slender and flexible neck crawled on the ceiling, and his nine pairs of eyes stared straight at the players.
"You two..." Nine heads came up to Wenren Ye and Wenren Xiao, "You want to help them escape, right?"
"We don't!!!" Wenren Xiao screamed.
The butcher ignored him and continued to talk: "You... want eternal life, you... have to go through the narrow gate. I support you and I will help you."
The heads squeezed together and opened their bloody mouths at the same time. Wenren Ye drank the last mouthful of Xian Wang Eleven's blood.
Puff. As the four people were bitten, the black octopus tentacles pierced the chest of the Human Emperor Nine Heads.
The nine-headed body of the Human Emperor turned into pieces of mosaic, shook for a moment, and then disappeared on the spot.
Blood flowed through the cracks in the wooden floor. The two vampires gasped for breath. It took them a while to find the strength to check on the Chu brothers.
The two men were so frightened that their souls left their bodies. Due to their poor physical fitness, they failed to dodge the butcher's attack and had their necks bitten off.
"Throw them out." Wen Renxiao said. He could not forgive Chu Hui for saying "ridiculous".
Wenren Ye: "Killing is prohibited on the train."
"It's okay. We have three lucky amulets." Wen Renxiao said, opening the window and throwing them out of the train without waiting for the living spirits to revive.
Before he could catch his breath, there was a knock on the door. The conductor bowed 90 degrees and said, "Sir, we saw you doing something that hurt others on the train..."
"Give him the lucky amulet." Wen Renxiao lay exhausted on the bed.
Wen Renye opened the props column and looked, his face pale: "Xiao, my lucky amulet is gone."
What's going on? Wenren Xiao also opened the props bar, and like Wenren Ye, his face instantly lost color.
: Their lucky amulet was stolen by Bai Jie a long time ago hahahahaha
: Are you surprised? Are you surprised?
The conductor held down the arms of the blood-sucking dead men and dragged them to the last car.
The door of the carriage slammed shut and then locked. Every passenger on the train heard the announcement: "Dear passengers, you must strive to go through the narrow door. The wide door leads to destruction."
"At six o'clock in the morning on the fifth day of the journey, we will execute two passengers who abandoned the narrow door and took the crooked path. Please watch the execution."
…
As soon as Gao Mengtang woke up, he heard the broadcast in the train.
He lay flat on his back, the black mud flowing down from his chest, seeping into the floor bit by bit. In front of him was the concerned face of the Eleventh Wise King.
"twelve?"
"Hmm." Gao Mengtang sat up, holding his chest. "What's going on..."
The Eleventh Sage looked him up and down, and after a moment said, "Are you having too much fun? You were just attacked by a deviation event, and the Supreme Order saved your life."
The last black mud slid into the crack in the floor. Gao Mengtang stared blankly at the crack in the floor, and after a few seconds he said, "Is that so..."
"Go out, I want to sleep." The Eleventh King helped Gao Mengtang stand up and pushed him towards the door.
Gao Mengtang was unhappy: "Don't be so heartless! The bond between us is so deep, and you still want to drive me away... Hey!"
The door closed in front of Gao Mengtang. He was stunned for a while, slowly moved to Room 02, and knocked on the wall shared with Room 01 in dissatisfaction.
"Eleven! I'm mad!"
In Room 01, Xian Wang Eleven heard the accusation from the next room and couldn't help laughing. He fell on the bed exhausted. He was sleepy and tired after a day. Before falling asleep, the system was still crying in his ear:
"My Lord, don't be bewitched by the Twelve Wise Kings. This is a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity!"
“Why…why!”
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