Chapter 168 Everything the Returner Needs to Know
“…”
"call……"
Liuwei was unable to answer. The intense emotions were locked in his chest. He struggled like a hungry beast, his chest rising and falling as he tried to calm down the intense emotions.
"Why, are you scared by them?"
Even though she had said such disturbing words just now, even though all kinds of passionate emotions were surged, Qing Meng was always able to sort herself out quickly, and her voice immediately became lively and light, even a little complacent.
Like a funnel, all emotions flow in and out, as if one is heartless and even has the leisure to make jokes.
This was an extremely horrifying scene. The skeletons of gods were floating in the sky. The eyes of gods were crowded together. There were eyes everywhere, and one could even see the nerves and flesh behind the eyeballs. They seemed to be still alive. The huge pupils were moving slowly, and blood was flowing down the back of their eyeballs, as if the sky was slowly bleeding, and the blood became a sunset glow all over the sky.
But Liuwei shook his head and whispered, "No."
Liuwei thought.
How could he be frightened? How could he be frightened? Those floating corpses in the past were countless people who died for the world, gods who died for the survival. Their skins covered this naked world like clothes, and their flesh and blood turned into mountains and rivers, nourishing new lives.
If even he was frightened, then what was the meaning of everything they did? What was the meaning of the new world?
But after they died, why did the people in the east, west, south and north continents die?
What is the meaning of those distorted ideals... Is it a curse or a blessing from the "people" of the past to the "people" of the present?
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For a moment, Liuwei couldn't seem to figure out what he was thinking.
Maybe he was just looking for trouble.
The six flavors in my mind are mixed with five flavors.
Without those eyes, the Outer Gods still covet this land. They will always pay attention to those noble people. Without those eyes, the new world will not be rebuilt. Without those eyes, everything will end before it begins.
“…”
“…Are there a lot of remains here?”
Liu Wei asked in a low voice.
"A lot, a lot." Qing Meng was silent for a moment: "There are 109,865 bodies, all floating in the sky like kites."
"I am the kite flyer, traveling around with this vast ocean of kites."
"Has it been a long time?" Liuwei couldn't help but ask.
He was blindfolded and could not see the expression of "another self", but his five senses did not disappear. He could clearly feel Qing Meng's body stunned.
She seemed to be thinking about something with her head tilted, or just in a trance: "... a long time... probably a long time, I, don't remember."
She was silent for a moment, and seemed to raise her palm: "The ropes holding their bodies are very long and thin, densely wrapped around my hands. Sometimes my hands feel heavy, but I've gotten used to it after so many years."
"What exactly happened back then?" Liu Wei asked again.
"Back then, the invasion of the outer gods caused the world to spin out of control. Every moment, every second, it was sliding towards disorderly destruction. Everyone went crazy, as crazy as it could be."
"I am one of them. After going through countless hardships, I finally returned to the sober world. However, this sobriety is intermittent. As long as the world continues to be exposed to pollution, sobriety will eventually pass away. In the end, everyone will die embracing madness. People understand that they must make a choice."
"Life or death..." Qing Meng smiled bitterly: "In other words, everyone dies, or they die with a little hope left."
Liuwei was stunned, and he suddenly realized something.
Qing Meng looked at those silent eyes and closed them: "So, we destroyed the world."
"Let new hope be born out of destruction."
"But it's not enough. This world is exposed in the sea of stars, and the sea of stars is a huge hunting ground. Our world is regarded as prey by those villains, just like a small cake that can be taken with a bite. Who can refuse it?"
"So, one day, they suggested that we peel off our skins and cover the sky with them, thus giving the world its first layer of clothing."
"The next day, they felt unsafe again, so they used their souls to place another layer of mirrors outside as a second layer of disguise."
"The next day, having lost their flesh and souls, they finally turned their gaze back to the dark world."
"No! This won't work. If we lose the sea of stars, we will lose the sun. How can this land be without the sun? So they dug out their own eyeballs and used them as the sun, the moon, and the stars in the sky."
"One day later, they found that all that was left on earth was barrenness and scorched earth. This was not good. This was too bad. How would the creatures left on earth survive? So they happily cut off their flesh and blood, and used it to mold mountains and rivers."
"On the last day, they suddenly realized that they had forgotten something of the greatest importance."
"What a stupid brain, foolish brain, crazy brain, they forgot that the pollution that fills the world is indeed driven away by them, and the rest is not a big deal. But the bad thing is that they forgot that in addition to the pollution, they have also become the source of pollution."
"And! And! Their souls will always decay! When their souls decay and become pawns of the Outer Gods, what will they do? Are they really going to follow the Outer Gods' instructions and destroy the New World again?!"
"Oh! How could they forget? How could they forget something so important? They were so anxious that they almost died."
Qingmeng jumped for joy at this moment.
"Now is the time for us to appear. Everyone is using their last day to make their final plan for this world."
Ancient people separated their souls from their bodies. The souls became a "mirror" outside the world, and the skin became a wall to prevent the outer gods from entering directly. However, the souls could never be immortal, and their souls would eventually be polluted by the outer gods...
Liuwei suddenly realized something.
Qingmeng seems like a normal person, but is she really a normal person now?
Her word order was not reversed and sounded quite logical, but in essence, she seemed to have lost some of her emotional perception.
She stayed alone with these corpses for more than tens of thousands of years, and her last bit of consciousness was taken away, leaving her trapped in a cage.
Liuwei was speechless, his throat trembling. He felt sadness, that sadness that was densely rooted in his flesh and blood, growing by absorbing the pain that Qingmeng was unable to realize.
He also slowly understood something from Qing Meng's words.
Would those horrific descriptions, those gods who were as dazzling as light in the past, really do it? Or... did they ever really wake up? Or, were they crazy all the time, and only woke up for a moment at the end!
But... they were crazy, but they made those choices!
Liuwei felt shocked.
There was only a long silence in the air.
finally……
"The final...strategy refers to..." Liuwei licked his dry lips and asked with a frown.
"Haha...you will know! I will tell you everything." Qing Meng smiled and said, "This is also the reason for my existence!"
Before Qingmeng explained, Liuwei had already vaguely understood something.
Their last resort was the simulator. In the end, they took their own broken bodies, pieced together things from here and there, successfully assembled the simulator, and handed everything over to - "him".
"As for me, 'I' cut open my own soul and banished 'my' memories into the cemetery. Everyone gave up their last 'awakeness' and blended them together, leaving the last gift to the last brave man. I wish that everything can go as planned." Qing Meng muttered.
"I should have told you all this when we first met, but I didn't expect something unexpected to happen in my first life, so I had to wait until the last one. Fortunately, you took the gift!"
"The last lucidity... the last gift..."
Liuwei’s mind quickly flashed back to his first life.
It turns out that in that life...he didn't follow the plan?
"The day you took the gift away, I knew that the time for everything had come." Qing Meng said this with almost no logic or thinking. She just said whatever came to her mind: "That's it. I want to play games with you. We've been apart for too long."
"I want to revisit my past memories... Wait, memory, am I not 'memory'? Am I... Am I? Am I not a human? I am also a wizard! They are with me, they keep dying, but they insist on staying with me."
Liuwei's eyes were slightly red. He reached out his trembling hand and grabbed Qingmeng's hand, squeezing it so tightly that both of their hands almost turned white.
He had never experienced the kind of madness that reached its extreme. He had been sober from the beginning. From the first memory of "himself", sobriety was his basic color. Even when he encountered pain that was enough to split his soul, he never tried to numb his own soul.
Liuwei didn't know whether it was better to be sober or crazy, but in this crazy world, perhaps no matter whether he was sober enough or crazy enough, it was better to be confused and understand nothing.
He raised his head slightly and tried to look at the skeletons through the white cloth, but he only saw an extremely vague outline.
He understood that everything in the past was over, and those bones were just containers full of pollution. Perhaps those bones still retained their past obsessions, affecting the world and this space.
Those who are obsessed with going back to the past, the people in the space have no idea of gods and ghosts, and regard all the weird things as products of illusion, even his thoughts are affected.
"Should I go to class with those kids today? More and more people have died recently. I should stay here as a gravekeeper, but don't turn myself into a grave for others to guard!" Qing Meng seemed to have fallen into a dream and was unable to extricate himself for a while.
Qing Meng suddenly paused and didn't speak for a long time. She didn't know if she thought of something, or if she really didn't think of anything and just fell into a disordered blank thought.
"Oh, right, funerals. I'm a gravekeeper, so I have to hold funerals!" Qing Meng muttered, "Yes! Funerals! But, am I here? Should I be here?"
"..." Liu Wei's voice was hoarse, and he responded: "I'm here."
Liuwei's eyes were covered with a layer of white cloth, and Qingmeng's face was reflected in the blurry vision. She danced and said, "It's time for us to die. When the time comes, we just need to complete the ladder to heaven and replace those diseased individuals bit by bit! The outer gods can no longer do anything to us!"
"Our world is saved! Our world is saved!"
Liuwei was slightly stunned.
He had never imagined that this would be the way to save the world.
Replace the diseased individuals little by little.
There is a problem here.
Where do those gods who are willing to become martyrs come from?
Liuwei felt empty in his heart, as if there was a black hole that was endlessly siphoning his emotions. He felt unspeakably confused, as if a person was walking alone in a dark cave with a candle and a map. After a long time, he finally saw the light, but when he walked in ecstatically, he found that it was just a puddle of water reflecting the moonlight, and above the puddle there was only a narrow, dark entrance that was difficult for ordinary people to climb out of.
This is a sad world.
Liuwei thought so.
I should have known that, didn't I? From the beginning.
"Come on! I can't wait! Destroy us! Put everything back on track!" Qing Meng happily asked the other "self" to send her to death.
There was no answer from the other end for a long time. Qing Meng urged anxiously, but all she got was Liu Wei's mixed "I".
Liuwei could no longer answer as he did in the past, with as much confidence and with as much control.
He slowly lowered his eyes, his hair covering his face.
Liuwei should have agreed and, as Qingmeng wished, destroyed these obsessions that had been floating around for thousands of years, blew up this dead silent cemetery, and... burned the gravekeeper who was guarding here to death. Then everything would proceed according to plan, step by step, and get on the right track. But when the time came, he suddenly hesitated.
He didn't understand his own thoughts, didn't understand why he hesitated.
Emotions were like thousands, tens of thousands of horrible insects that crawled into his heart and gnawed at his heart. They left him speechless as he faced Qing Meng's stubborn gaze.
He felt a deep, painful feeling of unwillingness and powerlessness!
Sudden!
"Bang--"
The sound of something breaking broke into their ears!
Liuwei suddenly heard the sounds of rapid breathing and interlaced footsteps. He didn't know where the sounds came from, as if they came from a faraway distance, or from all directions!
Liuwei heard Qingmeng's subconscious exclamation as her attention was drawn away: "How could it be?"
What could have happened? Did something go wrong?
Qing Meng murmured, "How could he become like this and come back?"
"Who? Who's back?"
Liuwei was at a loss for a moment.
"...He was the child I sent away. He grew up to be very tall and handsome, with eight arms on his back and an eye on his forehead. Will all people in the future look like this?"
There is a hint of doubt about life in Qingmeng's words.
She hadn't been able to leave the space for a long time, and it seemed that some misunderstanding had occurred.
Eight arms on the back? Eyes on the forehead?
Liuwei was stunned.
The only person he could think of with this description was the child born by Gu Dingbang, Octopus, but why was he here?
He could no longer restrain himself and pulled away the cloth covering his eyes. Qing Meng was horrified and rushed forward, trying to stop him: "What are you doing! Be careful not to get dizzy!"
But Liuwei had already found Gu Dingbang's location extremely accurately.
The man with Gu Dingbang's face came back. He broke the solidified space and ran back. At this moment, his face was ferocious, and he waved his eight arms. He lifted up the villagers in the fire one by one. The flames burned his arms, but his determined look remained the same!
No one expected him to come back so suddenly, it was so sudden and unexpected.
Liuwei was suddenly speechless.
Gu Dingbang and the octopus have exactly the same face.
What is their relationship and who is the person who came back?
Liuwei's eyes went dark. Qingmeng's hand covered his face, blocking out all the sights. However, Gu Dingbang's reckless look was completely imprinted in Liuwei's eyes.
Liuwei suddenly had a guess in his mind.
The person who came was both an octopus and Gu Dingbang. Gu Dingbang once regretted his choice that day. He regretted that he could not persuade the villagers in the mountain village and that he was too weak. Therefore, he hoped that he had a third eye to better see through the danger, and hoped that he could grow eight arms to gain strength to stop the disaster.
"Gu Dingbang" and "Octopus" are two sides of the same person, representing resistance and the desire for change.
So "he" came back, crossed over layers of mountains, overcame the fear of life and death, and ran back desperately.
Liuwei's breathing became rapid.
For some reason, he suddenly remembered that day, and all the memories came flooding back like a tide.
He seemed to see again those eyes all over the sky that he could not look directly at. Their remaining obsessions lingered in this blood-red sky, waiting for the death that had been predetermined thousands of years ago. They watched him silently, silently watching the child, as small as a drop in the ocean, walk out of the coffin-like house.
What was he thinking at that time?
What were they thinking at that time?
He should have lowered his head, but he raised it.
He also once thought that he was a person who trusted plans.
He should have acted according to the plans engraved in his soul, moving forward steadily step by step on the corpses...
But the plan seemed to have been foreshadowed from the beginning. He raised his head and died against the plan.
...Maybe it's just as the simulator says.
He really is a [rebellious fool].
He is really a variable.
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