Chapter 279 The Last Death (16) Like a Dream
Gao Mengtang was stunned for only an imperceptible moment, and then, as if he hadn't noticed anything, he kept calling "Avi" and rushed over to hug the Wise King Eleven.
"Hey, you guys..." Xian Wang XI frowned and struggled to break free from the embrace, and pulled Pegana, who kept licking his face, off, "What are you doing?"
Duan Song cried out: "Wei Wei, you are so heartless! You haven't seen us for such a long time, don't you miss us?"
The Eleventh Wise King stared at him for a few seconds, turned his face away and said nothing.
"Squidward, let me tell you, the Eleventh King is really bad!" Pegana ran around wagging his tail, "He's so bad, he, uh..."
Pegana really wanted to accuse the Wise King Eleven of his crimes in the "The Last Dead Person" copy, but after thinking about it, he suddenly realized that the Wise King Eleven didn't seem to have done anything.
Did he kill anyone? No, he spent most of his time in his room reading and practicing calligraphy.
Did he harm anyone? Perhaps, he used the Eye of God to cause riots, but that was also the ancient god believers killing each other and destroying themselves. Moreover, the death of a few ancient god believers would only benefit Gao Mengtang and others.
The Eleventh Wise King was apparently unaware of the battle that had just ended.
"Hmm?" The Eleventh Wise King raised an eyebrow. "How bad is he?"
Pegana's tail, which had been waving like a flower, gradually drooped down: "In short, it's very bad."
Gao Mengtang changed the subject: "Okay, okay, let's focus on something happy. How about going on an adventure in the rain forest?"
Judging from the expression on King Xian Eleven's face, he thought this proposal was not a good one.
He went to Gao Mengtang to ask how those ancient god believers died.
However, this group of people mistakenly thought that they had entered a place of near-death and that they had met Wei Wei.
The Eleventh Wise King was about to end this farce, but Gao Mengtang put a raincoat on him without saying anything and dragged him out.
The rainforest is covered with lush vegetation. Heavy rain passes through the gaps in the canopy, falls on the ground, and is caught by the leaves of low plants, splashing water everywhere. The misty water vapor submerges the player's waist.
The soil was muddy, and they were wearing rubber boots, walking with one foot deep and one foot shallow. Shang Yu narrowed his eyes and stared at the snake that flashed through the leaves: "Something's not right."
Bai Jie: "What's wrong?"
"Are there any animals in the dying land?" Shang Yu said, "Only the dying ones will appear here..."
Gao Mengtang made up a story: "Of course there are. These animals are part of the environment, not real, but I have seen many small animals in the dying area."
The two former believers of the ancient gods in the team had been to a place of near-death, but that was when they were just born, and they had no idea of the specific situation.
Furthermore, the act of entering the place of near-death mostly occurs in a church or bedroom, a closed and safe area.
Almost no one enters a dying area outdoors, and they have no time to observe whether there are any animals in the dying area.
Shang Yu and Bai Jie didn't think about it too much, but were attracted by a group of birds with colorful feathers.
"I heard a legend when I was a child," Helun said, "If you see a white elephant on a rainy night and make a wish to it, the elephant god will fulfill your wish."
It's raining today, and the elephants are living in the rain forest. Will we encounter white elephants? He Lun looked into the depths of the jungle with expectation.
Shang Yu suggested: "How about we set the theme of this hike to be to find white elephants?"
Everyone responded immediately. While happily telling "Kuai Wei" about what had happened in the past few days, they walked deeper into the jungle, searching for the shadow of the white elephant.
"Brother Wei, I thought you were boring enough, don't be angry." He Lun said quickly, "I didn't expect that the Eleventh King of Xian is even more boring than you."
Bai Jie nodded heavily: "He either reads books or practices calligraphy all day long. Can you imagine! He reads books for 8 hours a day and practices calligraphy for 4 hours!"
"He was finally resurrected, but he lives such a boring life." Duan Song said.
Freesia also shouted: "No bird!"
At first, Xian Wang 11 did not reply. He looked at his wet and muddy rain boots with disdain and trudged impatiently in the mud. But the direction of their crickets gradually deviated.
"Has it been too long since the Eleventh King died that he has mental problems?" He Lun said.
Duan Song: "It's very possible! Maybe he thinks he is still dead, so he is standing still."
Bai Jie: "This disease really exists! Cotard's delusion, also known as the living dead syndrome. The patient is clearly alive, but firmly believes that he is dead. I heard about it in class..."
"I would like to make a presumptuous guess," Xian Wang Eleven could not bear to listen any longer, "Xian Wang Eleven is alone in his room because there is no one to spend time with him."
He Lun laughed: "How is it possible! He is so... so..."
After saying "then" several times, He Lun couldn't continue.
The Eleventh Wise King had no friends, only followers. When they saw him, they would kneel down and shout out thanks with tears in their eyes.
It’s better to spend time alone than to communicate with this group of people.
The chattering stopped and everyone was silent for a full 10 seconds. For a moment, the only sound was the clear croaking of frogs amid the rain.
After that, they never mentioned the Eleventh Wise King again and focused on finding the white elephant.
Around 2 p.m., the rain had lessened and the sky was clearing up. They found an abandoned cabin by the river and went in to rest. It was lunchtime, and Duan Song shouted that he was hungry.
There is a river next to them, and they would rather eat freshly caught grilled fish than survive in Gao Mengtang's bubble.
Catching fish is a piece of cake for Black Tower players. Even without using any skills, they can catch a lot of fish with just their extraordinary physical fitness and a sharpened wooden stick.
Half an hour later, everyone came back with two piranhas. Gao Mengtang was already under the awning in the yard. He had lit a fire, set up a pot, and put out a lot of seasonings.
"Come and eat fish!" Duan Song shouted excitedly, throwing the piranha into the iron bucket. Suddenly he remembered something, "Who can cook fish?"
Everyone was dumbfounded again.
Duan Song is a rich second-generation after all. He just graduated from college and has never been exposed to cooking. He Lun and Bai Jie have been away from campus for half a year and have no chance to learn how to cook.
Linli? It was rare that she could eat. Shang Yu was just like Xiao Canglan, who only ate human flesh.
All eyes were on the man in the white silk shirt with bamboo embroidery.
Wei Wei can cook and he is a very good cook.
Seeing this, the wise king paused in his action of lighting his cigarette. He had a bad feeling.
"Oh, look at this. We came to the place of death to see you, but we asked you to cook for us. How embarrassing." Duan Song said as he pushed the iron bucket in front of "Wei Wei".
The Eleventh Wise King exhaled a cloud of smoke and stared at him expressionlessly.
"You don't mind? Thank you for your hard work." Duan Song said with a grin.
Wise King Eleven: "..."
He didn't agree, nor did he say he didn't mind.
But this group of people really didn't treat him as an outsider. They ignored the gloomy expression of the Eleventh King and started ordering dishes.
Duan Song: "I want to eat steamed fish, something light, less oil and less salt, I want to exercise."
Helun and Baijie: "One braised and one charcoal grilled!"
Shang Yu: "Spicy boiled fish!"
Duan Song: "And fish balls."
Gao Mengtang: "I want to drink fish soup!"
The Eleventh Wise King glanced at him from the corner of his eye and said, "You are a vegetarian, why are you joining in the fun?"
Gao Mengtang felt wronged, but said confidently: "I just want fish soup!"
The iron bucket was pushed into the arms of the 11th Xianwang again, and the piranha jumped up and down. While He Lun and Bai Jie were discussing whether to eat the squirrel piranha, the 11th Xianwang left first, holding the iron bucket.
Squirrel piranha can't be made, absolutely not. That dish is too troublesome.
The wooden house was small, so cooking was done outdoors. Through the dusty, worn glass, one could see the busy back of the Eleventh King. The black clay puppet was killing and cutting fish and preparing food for him.
Gao Mengtang wanted to help, but was driven back by the Eleventh King. Someone who can't cook is not as useful as the black mud puppet.
"How long can we stay in the dying zone?" Heron asked.
Bai Jie: “About six hours.”
"That's great!" He Lun lay down comfortably on the chair, "Brother Wei is still the best! We just need to wait and eat."
Shang Yu picked at his fingers and said, "He is good at managing money, cooking, cleanliness, taste, talent, and hardworking. Hexagonal warrior, whoever accepts him will be lucky."
"You are not allowed to set your sights on our Brother Wei!" Bai Jie was so angry that the skull head floated up.
Xian Wang Eleven cut along the fish's spine, removed the fish bones, spread a layer of ginger, put the piranha on it, and then spread a layer of chopped green onions.
There was a burst of laughter coming from the small house behind him. The eleventh prince was killing the fish with an expressionless face, feeling very puzzled.
Why did he want to play house with this group of people?
Forget it, I'm just sitting around doing nothing.
An hour later, white smoke billowed out of the iron pot, swaying against the drizzle. The aroma of fresh fish seeped into the room from the cracks in the wooden boards. The players stopped playing cards and followed the aroma to the yard, staring at the table of dishes with shining eyes.
The Eleventh Wise King took off the raincoat he was wearing as an apron and put it on the simple wooden chair: "It's done."
"Brother Wei! You are so nice!" Bai Jie couldn't wait to pick up his chopsticks.
The fish meat was sweet and delicious, and just smelling it made one's mouth water. The eleventh prince also thoughtfully left a bowl of vegan salad and a large bowl of fish sashimi for Xiao Freesia.
Gao Mengtang had just picked up the salad bowl when a bowl of milky white fish soup was pushed in front of him. Xian Wang Eleven said with a wooden face: "This is the fish soup you requested. Please try it."
"Eh?" Gao Mengtang didn't look at him guiltily, "It looks delicious."
The Eleventh Wise King chuckled, and the Shredder crawled out from his sleeve, using its tentacles like straws to slurp the fish soup. Pegana also wanted to drink some soup, but was blown away by one of the Shredder's tentacles, making her whimper in anger. The Enemy Rabbit, on the other hand, slept soundly in the Eleventh Wise King's arms.
After eating a piece of fish fillet, Xian Wang Eleven put down his tableware and smoked a cigarette not far away. The shredder followed its master closely, crawling in the mud, as dirty as a loach.
The shredder's tentacles twist and turn: Who are you?
Xian Wang Shiyi paused while smoking. He was using Wei Wei's body. Before that, his soul had transformed into a 101 identity card and deeply merged with Wei Wei's soul.
It can be said that they are exactly the same from appearance to smell to soul.
Like the front and back of a coin, in the past, the side of Wei Wei was facing up. Now, the side of Xian Wang 11 is facing up. Neither the body nor the soul has changed, so much so that even a paper shredder cannot tell them apart.
Gurgle, gurgle, the shredder twisted twice and continued to ask: This is not a place of death, are you the Eleventh Wise King or Wei Wei?
Xian Wang Eleven threw the cigarette butt into the rain: "We are one person, we are both your masters."
The shredder's eyes twisted, as if it understood something, but it didn't like to think deeply, so it crawled back to the table with a wet body and focused on eating the grilled fish.
After the meal, the group did not intend to clean up the mess, leaving the remaining food for the passing venomous snakes or spiders. They packed up their luggage and set off again.
"I think we can definitely see white elephants here," He Lun said confidently. "The elephants will come here to drink water."
It was about five in the evening, and when it was getting dark, they walked into the depths of the forest with flashlights. He Lun was very anxious, jogging along in front.
"Hurry up and reincarnate!" Bai Jie chased after him, panting.
He Lun: "We can only stay for 6 hours, and 3 hours have passed! We must find the white elephant."
At six o'clock in the evening, they arrived at the waterfall, but unfortunately, they did not see the white elephant.
Not to mention white elephants, not even a large mammal was seen. Along the way, Gao Mengtang picked a lot of tropical fruits, such as lychees, mangoes, mangosteens, passion fruits, etc., trying to attract the elephants with the fragrance of fruits.
They waited patiently for 20 minutes, and the woods were quiet. He Lun was dejected, and looking at his expression, he was about to cry.
"It's just a white elephant. Let's leave the copy and go to the zoo to see enough." Bai Jie comforted him.
He Lun shook his head firmly: "It's different. What a unique experience. I don't want to have any regrets."
He carefully examined the land and trees, and it seemed that the white elephant would jump out of the cracks. More than five hours had passed, and soon they would "wake up".
It was completely dark and the rain was about to stop. They built a bonfire under the dense leaves. Helen's flashlight was like a ghost that was not giving up, flickering in the forest.
The Eleventh Wise King didn't take it seriously: "The white elephant is just a legend to appease children. How old are you? You still believe it."
"I didn't believe there were nine-headed people in the world before!" He Lun said stubbornly, "I must find the white elephant. If I can't find it this time, I will drink the water from Mirror Lake again."
After walking for so long, the players were a little tired, so they lit a fire to keep warm and rest.
The Eleventh Wise King squatted by the campfire, warming his cold fingers, not caring about Helun's stubbornness at all, until Helun said the next sentence:
"I will make a wish to the white elephant, asking him to bless Wei Wei to return safely." He Lun said firmly.
With a bang, the flames jumped up and burned through the fingers of the eleventh king. He forgot to retract his hand. In the dim moonlight, he could clearly see the pale blue veins on the back of his hand.
He Lun put his hands together and made a prayer gesture: "Brother Wei, when you come back to us, remember to thank the white elephant for his blessing."
The rain fell at night, and the water dripped down the veins of the leaves. The trees were like sculptures, holding up a crystal curtain. The Eleventh Wise King moved his hands away from the campfire.
He propped his hands on the water-logged plastic picnic blanket and tilted his head back, gazing through the gaps between the leaves at the moonless sky.
"Let's go and look for the white elephant." Duan Song said, "What are you looking at?"
Wise King Eleven: "Night sky."
Duan Song also looked up.
"I have always hated the night, but I just thought about it carefully," the Eleventh Wise King continued, "Night is the truest form of this world. Light only appears by chance."
Duan Song laughed loudly. He patted Xian Wang Eleven on the shoulder and said, "Wei Wei, why have you become so sentimental? Let's go and find the white elephant."
They gathered themselves together and just as they were done packing up, they heard Helun yelling and running back with a flashlight in his hand. Everyone thought Helun was in some danger and their hearts were in their throats. Before they could speak, they heard a long elephant moan.
Helun shouted happily: "White elephant! I saw a white elephant!"
In the light of the fire, the emerald green leaves looked like layers of emeralds, making clear and pleasant sounds when they trembled. In the transparent rain curtain, three huge, beautiful, and bright white elephants walked out.
The white elephants walked slowly and gracefully on the bushes. Their skin was washed clean by the rain and was almost spotless. One of the little white elephants seemed a little curious when he saw people. He trotted over, but was hooked back by his mother's nose.
Gao Mengtang fed them a few bananas, but they seemed not to like them. They rolled them up with their noses and threw them far away with force.
"Make a wish! Make a wish!" He Lun sat cross-legged, closed his eyes, crossed his fingers and clenched them, muttering something. Others followed his movements and whispered something.
When I opened my eyes again, the white elephants had gone far away, their silhouettes appearing and disappearing among the leaves.
"The white elephant will definitely fulfill my wish!" He Lun closed his eyes happily, as if he saw a wonderful picture.
The mission of the rainforest adventure was completed, and they were reluctant to leave. They sat around the fire and talked about what had happened in the past few days.
"…That's it. The ancient god followers of the Eleventh Wise King brought about their own death!" Bai Jie laughed wildly.
Duan Song: "There was another thing. The senior deliberately played the suona at Eleven, pointing the trumpet at his face, which scared him! It made me laugh to death."
Gao Mengtang was a little nervous: "Oh, don't say anymore..."
"Hmm?" The Eleventh Wise King raised an eyebrow. "Is it interesting?"
"Of course, I saw with my own eyes the Eleventh Wise King rushing out with a dark face, and I laughed for half an hour..." Duan Song didn't notice anything wrong at all, and Gao Mengtang changed the subject abruptly:
"Well, do you know how to play the suona? Let me teach you."
"Okay." The Eleventh King agreed immediately.
This surprised Gao Mengtang a little. Duan Song also joked: "Wei Wei, didn't you say that skills that can't help you make money are useless? Why are you willing to learn suona?"
Bai Jie agreed deeply: "Brother Wei, your personality is much more interesting than before."
"Only after dying once do you realize how precious life is." The Eleventh Wise King said nonchalantly.
He took the suona and tried to play a few notes under Gao Mengtang's hands-on instruction.
All the creatures on the moon have artistic talent, so it doesn't take a lot of effort to teach him. Half an hour later, the Wise King Eleven was able to play "Ode to Joy". However, because it was a suona, it didn't sound joyful enough.
"I really don't want to leave," He Lun looked at the back of the white elephant that appeared and disappeared in the woods, "I will never forget this afternoon."
Shang Yu glanced at his watch: "We have been staying in the dying place for six hours. It will be time to leave soon... Alas."
"By the way, how are we going to get back?" He Lun asked.
After leaving the place of near death, the soul will return to the body, which is the position from which they started.
Gao Mengtang thought of a serious question: How could he transport his teammates back without anyone noticing to complete the lie of the dying place?
Bai Jie shrugged: "It should wake up automatically... I'm actually... not... sure."
His voice became lower and lower as a strong sense of sleepiness penetrated into his head. Suddenly, a dark yellow miasma floated in from the forest and penetrated into the players' brains through their seven orifices.
A few seconds later, the players fell to the ground unconscious, only Gao Mengtang was safe and sound. He opened his eyes in surprise, suddenly realized something, and looked at the Eleventh King.
"I'll help you cover up your lie. You're welcome." The Eleventh Wise King said, "They will wake up in 30 minutes. They are not in danger of death."
Gao Mengtang said "Oh" in a daze.
"Shredder, come back." said the Eleventh Wise King. The three white elephants merged together and turned into a big evil black octopus.
The tentacles rolled up He Lun, Bai Jie, Duan Song and others and threw them onto its body. It then rolled up Gao Mengtang and Xian Wang Eleven and carried them, rushing towards the train at full speed.
The Eleventh Prince did not ask Gao Mengtang why he lied, and Gao Mengtang did not mention it. The two of them ignored the matter tacitly, and chatted about trivial things such as weather, food and constellations on the way.
Twenty minutes later, they were back at the train station. The Shredder had huddled up in a small ball, and the players were flopping down, their eyelids fluttering, ready to wake up at any moment.
"Take the suona back." Gao Mengtang said, "You can play it for fun when you have nothing to do to kill time."
Xian Wang Eleven looked at the suona for a few seconds, gently took it, and just as he was about to leave, he turned around and handed Gao Mengtang an emerald green fountain pen with the logo of Tanhualing on the pen cap.
"Return the gift." said the Eleventh Wise King.
The rain had stopped completely, and a cool breeze was blowing. Grasshoppers hopped to and fro in the low grass around the train station.
The Eleventh Wise King was wearing the silk shirt that Gao Mengtang had given him. This shirt was made by Wei Wei according to Gao Mengtang's size, and it was a little too big for him.
After waking up, the players found themselves in their bedroom on the train, with confused expressions on their faces.
"It's like a dream." Duan Song sighed.
The sound of the suona came intermittently. The player was not very skilled, but it was clear that the song was "The Great Funeral".
"Yes," Gao Mengtang watched the night rapidly recede outside the window, "It's like a dream."
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