Chapter 280 The Last Death (End) The Last Death
On the sixth day, the train returned. Except for the people of Yue Fan and Xian Wang Eleven, everyone else was eliminated. The butcher had been saved, and there was no threat in the dungeon. It was so peaceful that it didn't look like the Black Tower dungeon.
Gao Mengtang began to study milk tea.
He mixed milk boiled with tea leaves with water, squeezed or cut fresh fruits and vegetables picked from the rainforest into juice or cubes, added them to the milk tea, and occasionally added some cocoa powder or coconut milk to make cups of light-tasting drinks.
The person who tasted the drink was Xian Wang Eleven.
At first, the Eleventh Prince did not accept it, but Gao Mengtang pushed open his bedroom door again and again, holding the drink he had just made in both hands, and looked at him expectantly.
The Eleventh Wise King looked cold and arrogant, but he would not refuse, especially not someone like Gao Mengtang who stuck to him and kept forcing him to drink cup after cup of milk tea.
"Is it delicious?" Gao Mengtang opened his eyes wide.
"It doesn't taste good." The Eleventh King was merciless.
Gao Mengtang would say "It's okay" and then go on to research how to make better tasting milk tea.
This lasted a whole day. On the seventh day of the journey, Gao Mengtang pushed open the door of Xian Wang Eleven's room early in the morning and said, "I made milk tea again!"
The Eleventh Wise King was still sleeping. He pushed the octopus doll away and said with an unhappy look on his face: "I'm sleeping!"
"Try it." Gao Mengtang put the cup of milk tea on the bedside table.
"Why are you in such a hurry? Drink it later." Xian Wang Eleven buried his face in the pillow again, and was then pulled out of the quilt by Gao Mengtang.
Gao Mengtang: "Of course I'm anxious. This is the last day of the journey. Once we leave the dungeon, we will be enemies again."
This sentence made Xian Wang Eleven stunned for a moment. He gently lowered his eyelashes, took the cup, and took a sip: "It's a little light."
"I'll add some more sugar." Gao Mengtang said, increasing the sweetness of the milk tea, pushing the cup back and looking at him expectantly.
Xian Wang Eleven had no choice but to finish his milk tea and sighed: "Is this all right?"
Gao Mengtang: "Is it delicious?"
“It’s delicious.”
"I'll make it for you." After saying that, Gao Mengtang smiled sweetly and ran out with the cup.
Gao Mengtang spent the entire morning pondering over drinks such as milk tea, coffee, and cocktails. Xian Wang Eleven was pestered by him to taste many drinks that were hard to describe.
"What are you doing?" asked the Eleventh Prince with a frown in the restaurant.
Gao Mengtang put down the shaker cup filled with ice cubes and said, "Thank you for cooking for us that day in the rain forest."
The action of the Wise King's Eleventh-grade Cocktail paused.
"The kitchen in the train is not open to the public, and I don't have the conditions to cook," Gao Mengtang said sullenly, "If we can meet again, I will cook a meal for you."
"But you also know that the taste of creatures on the moon is different from that of humans on the surface world. I don't know what you like to eat." Gao Mengtang said, taking out a notebook, "But I wrote down your favorite flavors."
He turned the pages one by one and showed them to the eleventh prince, marking in detail the eleventh prince's preferences, from milk tea to coffee to cocktails.
I like sweet milk tea, sour black coffee, and the alcohol content of the base liquor in cocktails should be around 45 degrees. There are also illustrations next to it.
Xian Wang Eleven was silent for a long time until Gao Mengtang asked, "What kind of dishes do you like to eat? I'd like to learn it when I have a chance."
"...cupcake, seafood porridge, human meat tomato soup, coconut chicken, salad." said the Eleventh Wise King.
Gao Mengtang quickly wrote it down in his notebook, automatically eliminating the word "human tomato soup". When he heard the word "salad", his pen paused.
As if he knew what Gao Mengtang was thinking, Xian Wang Eleven laughed at himself: "After all, I have been a Xian Wang for 500 years, and have eaten grass leaves for 500 years. Even if I don't like it, I've gotten used to it."
At eight o'clock in the evening, the train will arrive at the station and this copy will soon end.
After the copy is over, the living spirits must pass a trial before they can be resurrected. They don’t know the specific content of the trial yet.
"Brother Mengtang, try to get the Eleventh Prince to tell you something." He Lun said nervously, "You two have a good relationship, so maybe he will tell you."
Gao Mengtang used the electric kettle to boil tea and was adding rock sugar to it: "Don't worry, you will definitely pass the trial."
"How did you know?" Bai Jie was surprised. "Did the Eleventh King tell you?"
After a while, Gao Mengtang uttered "hmm" softly.
The Eleventh Wise King did not tell him, and Gao Mengtang did not ask. But Gao Mengtang could guess what the content of the trial was.
He Lun was saying something like "May God bless you" again. He put his hands on his chest and prayed. Suddenly, he realized something and took out two pendants from his clothes.
The amulet of original intention and the pendant of peace.
These two necklaces are unique items. The function of the Original Aspiration Amulet is to "help players remember their original intentions at critical moments", but its specific purpose is unknown.
The Anran pendant is divided into two parts. After the blood drop authentication, if one of the parts is alive, the other pendant will always light up.
At that time, He Lun gave the other half of the pendant to Gao Mengtang and asked him to drip blood.
As it was a one-of-a-kind item, He Lun didn't dare to show it outside. These days he either kept it in a suitcase or hid it in his clothes. Only now did he realize that his An Ran pendant had been flashing.
He Lun panicked immediately: "What's going on! Brother Mengtang, are you in danger?"
Gao Mengtang, who is stirring milk tea:?
"The Anran pendant keeps flashing." He Lun said anxiously.
Gao Mengtang: "You have become a living spirit, so the An Ran Pendant's judgment is no longer effective."
This made sense, and He Lun felt relieved and quickly put the pendant behind him. They were discussing what the "Resurrection Trial" after the dungeon was.
Among the members of Yue Fan, He Lun, Bai Jie, and Lin Li became living spirits. Bai Jie's double swords backfired, and his yin and yang merged, so he no longer needed to pass the resurrection test.
Bai Jie sat up straight suddenly, and his skull floated up: "My ID card has evolved."
Heron: "Got it! Stop showing off!"
"I'm not showing off, I just want to say," Bai Jie said, "The skill of [374 Listener] is [Wish at this moment]"
Skill Description: What do you want most at this moment? Money? Fame? Or... a simple hug?
:374 The eavesdropper can see what others want to do most at this moment. Cooling time 5 minutes.
This skill can detect what someone wants most "at this moment", rather than the desire deep in their heart. Bai Jie secretly used this skill on He Lun twice.
One time He Lun wanted to sleep, and another time He Lun hoped that he could descend from the sky as a hero to save Gao Mengtang from danger.
Bai Jie found it boring and never used it again. If he used this skill on Xian Wang Shiyi, maybe he could know what Xian Wang Shiyi wanted to do.
He took action immediately, and while Gao Mengtang was dragging Xian Wang Eleven out to taste the milk tea, he used this skill on Xian Wang Eleven.
In Bai Jie's vision, a skull made of white mist pounced towards Xian Wang Eleven, and its open jaws bit Xian Wang Eleven's left shoulder.
The train restaurant in front of me faded away, and a hazy picture emerged, gradually becoming clear like a slowly developing photo.
A ball of dancing flame and the sound of dripping rain in my ears.
In the first-person perspective, the eleventh wise king was holding a suona, and a hand as white as jade stretched out to his side.
"Press it like this..."
It was clearly Gao Mengtang's voice.
There were also the voices of Helun, Duan Song, and Shang Yu, who were mumbling about all the bad things about the Eleventh Wise King. In the woods not far away, the low moan of a white elephant could be heard.
Bai Jie suddenly opened his eyes with a confused expression.
Isn't this what they experienced in the Land of the Near-Death? Why did it appear in the perspective of the Eleventh Sage King?
"How is it?" Heron asked anxiously, "What did you see?"
Bai Jie shook his head dully: "Maybe his soul is special, I can't see his wish."
Everyone sighed in disappointment.
It was 5pm, and there were still 3 hours left before the end of the dungeon. The players were still restless about the resurrection trial. Gao Mengtang started carving some strange things.
"What is this?" Shang Yu took a glance.
Gao Mengtang turned the small slate over and took a look: "Braille."
"ha?"
"The raised part is the language of the Other World. If you touch it carefully, you can feel what the words are." Gao Mengtang turned the slate over and showed it to them.
Bai Jie narrowed his eyes and looked at it carefully, then read out the half-carved words: "You are Gao Mengtang, and someone has been... Boss, what does this mean?"
"I'm just carving for fun." Gao Mengtang said easily. He closed his eyes and touched the raised words.
Bai Jie hugged his knees and said sullenly, "I still want to know what the resurrection trial is."
"The copy made based on the prototype of Black Tower Eight." Gao Mengtang continued to carve the Braille slate.
Everyone looked at Gao Mengtang in surprise.
"What? You don't remember Black Tower 8?" Gao Mengtang used his knife to scratch it one by one, "Find the differences. The anomaly number on each floor is 1-9. Turn the knob to the correct number and go up to the next floor. If you get it right 7 times in a row and go to the 8th floor, you can be resurrected."
After a while, He Lun asked in disbelief: "So simple? We are all advanced players, and you use this to test us?"
Gao Mengtang blew away the carved debris: "If I'm not mistaken, props and skills cannot be used in the eighth trial of the Black Tower."
"That's too easy. Everyone can find the difference!" He Lun slapped his thigh and laughed. "Brother, we met in the [8th floor] dungeon. That's a novice dungeon! If no one messed up, we could have passed it without any damage!"
Upon learning this, everyone breathed a sigh of relief.
"Is it okay to find something different in the forest?" Shang Yu asked worriedly.
The parrot cried, "Lin Li is just a little confused! He is not mentally retarded!"
Gao Mengtang was still concentrating on carving: "That's right. Before Lin Li joined Yuefan, he was the deputy leader of the Blue Camp."
"Where did you get this news?" Shang Yu was a little worried. "Did the Eleventh Prince tell you in person?"
"Believe me," Gao Mengtang said with certainty, as the carving knife rustled. "It must be Black Tower Eight."
Instantly, the clouds and fog cleared, and everyone happily waited for the dungeon to be cleared. Soon, Gao Mengtang carved the stone slab, pierced a hole in it, and hung it around his neck.
The train whistle sounded, and in the thick fog, it was the familiar train station. The black tower was like a crooked black vine, stretching towards the sky.
The players lined up to get off the bus. They encountered no NPCs or monsters along the way. It was so smooth that it made them nervous.
Will the Eleventh Wise King let them go so easily?
They came to a staircase, where an oil lamp illuminated a sign. The living spirit went down the stairs to participate in the resurrection trial. The normal player went up the stairs, and at the end was a narrow door, which allowed him to log out of the dungeon directly.
At this moment, the players suddenly hesitated. The staircase in front of them was bright and wide, but they did not dare to take a step, as if there were a hundred thousand swordsmen lying in ambush ahead.
"Let's go, shall we?" Duan Song subconsciously held Gao Mengtang's arm, "Senior, shall we go together?"
Gao Mengtang said softly: "You go first, I have something to say to the Eleventh Prince."
"What's wrong?" Duan Song asked.
"Hurry up and be obedient." Gao Mengtang pushed them towards the exit, "And wait for me."
His expression was more serious than usual, and Duan Song, Shang Yu and others were confused. But they knew that there would always be no problem if they followed Gao Mengtang's arrangements.
The players walked away, looking back every few steps. He Lun pulled Lin Li and skipped down the stairs.
Beep, beep, beep prompt sounds rang out one after another, and the remaining 8 players logged out one after another. Gao Mengtang opened the system panel and saw a red stamp of [Clear] printed on the avatars of Duan Song, Shang Yu, Xiao Canglan and others.
He repeated these names silently over and over again, as if trying his best to remember them.
In the copy of [The Last Dead Person], there are two names left: [000 Blind Man] [101 Nine Thousand Years Old]
"Why don't you go, Twelve?" The voice of the Eleventh Wise King came, with a slick, teasing tone, "Go up to the narrow gate, don't you want to go?"
Gao Mengtang paused, and half turned around: "I should go downstairs, right?"
The eleventh wise king smiled but said nothing.
"Because I'm already dead," Gao Mengtang said calmly, "You killed me when we first entered the dungeon."
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The corridor was empty, and the two figures were reflected on the white tiles, being torn into strange shapes. It was so quiet here that there was no noise at all, and the echo of the sound hitting the wall could be heard clearly.
It was so quiet, as if only the Eleventh and Twelfth Wise Kings were left in the whole world.
Before logging into the dungeon, Gao Mengtang changed the speed of time where the inner and outer worlds overlapped, thus destroying the plan of the Eleventh Sage King.
As soon as he logged into the dungeon, the Eleventh Wise King rushed over angrily, snatched He Luo away, and blinded Gao Mengtang's eyes.
Three days before the copy, Gao Mengtang thought that Xian Wang Eleven attacked him just to vent his anger. Now thinking about it, how could it be possible?
The Eleventh Wise King was able to create Twelve under the supervision of the Supreme Order, and hibernated in a desolate and lonely dying place for five hundred years. The suffering he experienced was like a boundless ocean. The failure of the plan was just a drop of ink in the ocean.
He is extremely calm and rational and will not lose his composure due to anger.
He just used anger to cover up his real purpose - to kill Gao Mengtang and force Gao Mengtang to enter the resurrection trial.
In addition, Gao Mengtang hardly ate and slept during these days in the dungeon, but he did not feel hungry or sleepy.
These are all symptoms of becoming a living spirit.
When Xian Wang Eleven designed the copy, he took advantage of the fact that Gao Mengtang could only eat vegetarian food and only provided meat dishes on the train, thus covering up the abnormality of Gao Mengtang not eating.
There is no need to hide sleep problems. In the Black Tower copy, insomnia is normal.
"The card in the closet is yours. I'll give it back to you." Xian Wang Eleven held the "You're Dead" card between his fingers and handed it to Gao Mengtang. "Actually, I don't have to hide it from you, but telling you this in advance will only increase your psychological pressure."
Gao Mengtang took the card and carved the Braille slate, which made his fingers a little rough.
"I thought you wouldn't kill me," Gao Mengtang said calmly, as if discussing whether to have radishes or grilled mushrooms for dinner. "You must hate the feeling of being entangled by the Supreme Order."
The person who kills Gao Mengtang will become the next master of the Supreme Order. On the third day of the journey, the night Gao Geng died. Gao Mengtang clearly saw that when the Spear of Azathoth was thrown, it changed from purple to black.
The spear pierced through the black swamp summoned by Gao Mengtang and stabbed Gao Geng, killing him instantly.
The Supreme Order strengthened the Spear of Azathoth, and Gao Mengtang's Black Swamp was just a copy. After becoming a living spirit, the skill effect was not significantly weakened.
"I hate Him, but I need Him. If He is in your hands, it will be difficult for me to win." The Eleventh Wise King raised his hand, and the quagmire covered his exposed skin. "How ridiculous! I did all this to escape the control of the Supreme Order. Until today, I actively chose to be entangled by Him."
He clenched his fists, and the black swamp evaporated. As if making up his mind, the Eleventh Wise King stepped onto the stairs going up.
The windowless space seemed to be suspended in the void, and walking on the stairs seemed like walking on clouds, which was unreal.
"Thank you, the fourth night," said Gao Mengtang.
That night, Gao Mengtang felt as if his whole body was sucked in. He lost the ability to move and fainted in the room of the Eleventh Prince.
Xian Wang Eleven woke him up and told Gao Mengtang that he was attacked by the deviation event.
"It's not a deviation from the original event at all," Gao Mengtang continued, "That night, the Butcher was killed by the vampire apostle, and he randomly selected a living spirit to transform into the new Butcher."
"The Butcher chose me." Gao Mengtang smiled brilliantly, without a trace of sadness in her bright eyes. "Thank you, you killed the Butcher and stopped the transformation."
The Eleventh Wise King held the handrail of the stairs with one hand, glanced at him, as if he didn't dare to look at his smile, and quickly shifted his gaze: "The process of world gamification is irreversible. When I transform the surface world, I will let you out."
"Then you will forget everything you've experienced as 'Gao Mengtang', and you will forget us too. Take care."
Gao Mengtang still smiled: "I will come out before then."
"How is that possible?" The Eleventh Wise King forced a smile.
"If I'm not mistaken, all items are disabled in the Resurrection Trial instance, and my ID card says I'm blind, so I can't see anything and can't find the difference. But this isn't a dead end."
Gao Mengtang picked at his fingers and said, "The number of anomalies on each floor is 1-9. I just need to randomly choose a number and go up one floor. If I get it right 7 times in a row, I will pass the level."
"So my chances of success are 1 in 9 to the seventh power, 4,782,969/1, which is not zero."
The flow of time in the trial copy is slower than in the outside world. Perhaps, Gao Mengtang needs a long time to climb hundreds of thousands of floors, but in the outside world, only a few hours may have passed.
There is still time, and his teammates will definitely be able to hold on until Gao Mengtang finishes the resurrection trial.
There was a trace of pity in the eyes of the Eleventh Sage King. He tightly grasped the handrail of the stairs and said, "What are you insisting on?"
"What are you insisting on?" Gao Mengtang asked.
The two of them were silent at the same time. They insisted for the same reason: the people who supported him needed him to do this.
The Eleventh Wise King didn't say anything else. He quickly went upstairs and when he turned the corner, Gao Mengtang called him.
"You have to wait for me too. I have something to say to you." Gao Mengtang pressed the Braille slate pendant on his chest.
Xian Wang Eleven did not ask what he was talking about, and Gao Mengtang did not say anything. One of them went upstairs, and the other went downstairs. The halo of the narrow door swallowed their bodies at the same time.
The prompt sounded:
"The dungeon [The Last Dead Person] has been cleared."
"[000 Blind] is about to enter the resurrection trial."
"Everyone log out. The instance of [The Last Dead Person] will be closed soon."
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