Sky island.
Lao Wang poked his waist and picked up the orphans while cursing, and finally filled the basket given by the young lady: "Mother Xipi is not a kind person. When I asked him to pick it up, he didn't pick it up. When he ate, he didn't pick it up. He has to take over the same class, there are so many dogs, he has taken all the bamboo shoots on the mountain!"
Look up.
Lao Wang cursed again, "I've almost finished picking it up, but you got out of here, you——"
As soon as he said this, Lao Wang suddenly felt something was wrong. Why was Teacher Cang walking in such a strange way? He was as lost as a puppet on strings.
I saw Li Cang move in front of the memorial monument, first bending down at an almost 90-degree right angle, and then raising his head at an almost 90-degree right angle. His whole body was twisted into a weird shape that was extremely uncomfortable at a glance. His face was almost completely pressed against the deceased's, and at the same time he spread his hands around the back of the monument, as if to touch and hold the entire monument in his arms.
"Teacher Cang??"
An invisible shock wave swept across the entire island from the memorial monument and Li Cang's body. The grass and plants were not moved, and not even a trace of dust or dead leaves was blown up. However, mosquitoes, snakes, ants and even earthworms lurking in the grass were still there. However, all kinds of living creatures, large and small, such as centipedes and centipedes, flew out with this weird force field, forming a huge sphere that expanded larger and larger toward the periphery.
boom!
Wang was slapped in the face by the "worm ball" and stumbled to his knees. He was lost in the lake for a long time before he got up again.
Wang ignored the severe pain that was pounding in his head and quickly looked for Teacher Cang. He saw Li Cang motionless, still facing the death monument in that weird posture...
"wrong!
"
The dizzy Lao Wang rubbed his eyes fiercely and found that Teacher Cang's body was illusive and undulating, as if he was watching the jump point from a distance, or like some kind of three-dimensional projection projected onto the water or into the clouds.
Lao Wang was so startled that his heartbeat skipped a few beats. He almost rolled over and rushed towards Li Cang: "Fuck your mother, you fucked another cow!"
Lao Wang stretched out his hand to fish it out, but his arm went straight through Li Cang's body and touched the cold body of the monument.
The rough and polished ghost symbols on the surface of the ordinary, shabby, ancient stone tablet scratched Lao Wang's fingers. The sharp and cold touch made Lao Wang tremble all over. He saw through Li Cang's body that there was a word on the tablet. I am inking myself stroke by stroke in order, the gray and white ink marks of the engraved font are like wet)
"I... grass..."
Lao Wang didn't know what to say anymore. He touched his lower back almost instinctively. After feeling the space, he got up and went out to pick mushrooms by himself. Is there a hammer on the root of the orphan?
Lao Wang was furious, and the will-o'-the-wisps and thunder light were already rising above his head. He looked at the memorial tablet and saw a solid black tiger tearing out his heart.
"Winter~"
The old stone tablet was punched, but it sounded like a heavy echo like a big bell of Honglu. It was distant and empty, and the harshness was as loud as a lake.
Lao Wang screamed and covered his ears, but his hands were bloody to the touch.
"Electric Mouse, come and light a fire for me!"
A jet-black metal giant more than ten meters high, burning with evil fire and entwined with lightning, rose from the ground, with a heavy momentum like kicking the sea and shattering the void.
The evil fire giant took a deep breath: "Heaven! Earth! Return!"
"...Old Wang?"
"Hold the grass, you...ah...my waist..."
Facts have proved that the evil fire giant still seems to have certain biological attributes. For example, when it suddenly deforms when it is concentrating, its waist will also make a cracking sound with muscles and bones twisting.
Li Cang's left hand was pressed tightly between his eyebrows, his eyes were squinted as if he was afraid of light, and his expression looked painful and confused: "What's going on?"
"How the hell do I know what's going on!" Lao Wang made a sound like tons of metal being bombarded, "What the hell are you doing there? Your whole body is so empty, you know, you are a ghost of your mother. like!"
"..."
"Wait, what is that thing in your hand?"
On Li Cang's wrist, there is a slender, wandering, red and black three-color braided ring. It has no entity, does not have substantial contact with the body, and emits a dim three-color light.
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Chapter 890: Death Inscriptions: Sacrifice, Ceremony, Corpse
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"Sacrifice, ritual, corpse." Li Cang read slowly, "These are the three words."
"Character? Do you recognize it? Are you talking about this character? I can't even tell the number..." Lao Wang said: "No, I'm asking you where this thing comes from. Don't give me a tiger's eye." !”
"The words on the memorial tablet)" Li Cang was still quite conscious, his face was full of absurdity, and he murmured to himself: "I seem to have had a dream, a very strange dream, a dream I seem to have killed you, Suo Zhihui, Li Laixi, Song Qiang, Jiaojiao... almost everyone we know, and even held a wedding with Rao... ahem... and saw her ..."
"etc!
"
"?"
"It doesn't matter whether I die or not! But you just said the word "rao", right? You must have said the word "rao", right? Please tell me!
! "
Cang's expression kept changing, and he was silent for a long time: "Thank you for using such a speech from the underworld to bring me back to the sun. Now - get out of here! Get away to a place where I can't see you!"
The gloom on Li's face was darker than the sky that night when Yiping asked her father to borrow money.
He found that he had made a mistake that he shouldn't have made...
Now that I have lost my mind, no matter how stupid I am, I won’t be able to say such words in front of Lao Wang, right?
Sure enough, Lao Wang instantly lost all interest in things like death rings and death together. He clung to the back of Li Cang's butt like a dog that only saw bones: "Hey, little ** *, Teacher Cang, brothers share the same quilt, we share blessings and enjoy the same benefits, we will be weeds when we are alive and we will be dead when we die. What harm do we two brothers have? We can't talk about it. I bleed for the organization, and I have been a cow for the organization. Damn it, I have no merit but hard work, I want to see the committee, please tell me quickly, expand on the details, I want to hear the story to the end, I want to listen to the paid content!"
Li Cang...
Li has already begun to think about the issue of sealing... or not... silencing him.
"What are you doing?"
Taiyi waved and shouted from a distance on Lao Wang's empty island. She would never set foot on the teacher's empty island unless necessary. Her mental endurance was not enough to face the island's composition style and appropriate BGM.
"I've been calling you two for a long time, but you haven't paid any attention to me. Zhong, where is my Mogu? I'm waiting for you!"
"Mugu? What Mugu?" Lao Wang saw the little lady's face change, and suddenly remembered: "Oh, Mugu,, Mugu, I have picked them all, and they are here... .”
Master Wang went to find the basket he used to put the mushrooms in. When he picked it up, he found that there was only a pile of rotten and stinky things in it. Where were the mushrooms?
Wang's tactics are silent and the ball is over... now the ball is dead...
The time came a few minutes later.
Tai Xiaoyi asked in an unbelievable tone: "So what you are saying is that Teacher Cang's death monument conspired with the nightmare to murder your orphan."
"..."
Lao Wang didn't know if there was something wrong with his explanation, or because Tai Xiaoyi's thinking angle was too tricky, or because Mugu was so unusually important that he came up with such an unreasonable and mind-numbing thing. in conclusion.
"It's Mogu! It's Teacher Cang! Teacher Cang!"
"Mr. Cang?" Tai Xiaoyi hesitated, "These little fun things, um, shouldn't be strange to Teacher Cang, right?
"It's not weird, it's not weird! It's so normal! It's the most normal thing!
"So where is my mushroom?"
"!"
Closed the loop on family members.
Tai Xiaoyi taking Lao Wang away and beating him actually had nothing to do with Mugu. Kong Jingqiao and Tai Xiaoyi were first-rate mothers, except when blessed by the special environment of the kitchen. But if Kong Jingqiao is not If he was truly a kitchen tyrant, the one he inherited from Tai Xiaoyi would only be at the level of Tianbao Ten Jiedao.
The young lady doesn’t want Lao Wang to bother Cang. Teacher Bi’s current condition doesn’t really look good. He is distracted and pale. His whole person gives people an inexplicable feeling of loneliness and isolation...
Tai Xiaoyi thought it might be better to let Li Cang recover slowly by himself. She knew how annoying Lao Wang was.
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Chapter 890: Death Inscriptions: Sacrifice, Ceremony, Corpse
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Li Cang actually didn't pay any attention to what Lao Wang and the young lady said. He stared at the funeral knot on his arm, his eyes as dull as those of a silly boy from a landlord's family)
[Emergency text: Sacrifice, rituals, corpse]
The Book of the Dead is written by a living person and should be passed down by a living person. You have obtained the three words of the text. The inscription will forever protect your body and your soul will know where it belongs.
That's all the explanation given by Little Coin Zaizi, not a single word more.
He was almost completely in a state of confusion caused by information overload. Jane had experienced countless deaths or rebirths, and the scenes were so messy, bizarre, and magical that every dream was beyond Li Cang's imagination. Beyond expectations and normal logic, the plot is not the most outrageous, only more outrageous!
These well-founded guesses and unfounded associations in the world of fantasy, nightmares, or memorial monuments are more fleeting than inspiration. The memories of scenes that have been "experienced" in the past are rapidly receding and fading as time goes by. There was an indescribable intuition that told Li Cang that these scenes were very important.
So Li Cang pushed himself up and climbed back on himself, summoned the little coin boy to extract the memory, and tried to put all the memories in his mind that had not faded into the USB flash drive regardless of the cost...
Little Coin Zaizi ruthlessly refused!
It’s not that there’s not enough money, it’s not that it’s impossible to achieve, but it’s the familiar reminder of “involving/touching the underlying logic.”
Then Li Cang will write and draw by himself!
There is no way to talk about drawing skills. Just use your imagination to describe the shape. There is nothing wrong with stick figures!
Writing, drawing, and annotating, the more Li Cang did this, the faster he found himself forgetting. By the time he got to the last piece of paper, Li Cang had just drawn a match, and the conversation in the bubble circle had only the word "you" in it. He turned to the front again. ——
What did I write and draw? What is this?
What are these?
?
"Yes..." Li Cang pinched his eyebrows, summoned a big wand and knocked a dog on the leg. While coiling the big wand, he said to himself: "Brother, tell me, is this the third line? Is it 3.0? Brother? Then this line is too outrageous... What have we done... Mr. 3.0 Big Bad..."
"The death monument, I accidentally brought back something from an ancestor just like you."
Li Cang had never touched or seen the death monument before, but he had no reaction at all. He knew every stroke of the words on it, but he couldn't understand it when put together, as if it shouldn't be there at all. It is something for people to read.
But this time when I came back, why could I suddenly understand it?
Li Cang recalled what happened during this period, and felt that except for the sudden increase in vitality, nothing could trigger the review mechanism of the memorial monument...
"Wait?" Li Cang flipped through the cartoon paper and clicked on the distorted painting style on one of the papers and wrote thoughtfully in cursive: "The Rao family has no family history. Lei Zi and Suo are together? The plot is different from the beginning to the end! How do you guess this?! Does it count from the dead? Then the first person to die in my hands is...
"Say! I didn't draw it..."
Suo Zhihui did not escape from the banquet hall, and his life and death were unknown; Lao Wang lay bloody on the ground, and his life and death were unknown; Rao Qifang was bitten by a walking corpse and was suspected to have transformed into a corpse, and Li Cang wielded a knife, but his life and death were unknown.
"If the memorial monument uses someone's death as a node to provide script guidance, it would at least need a very similar plot to stick to it. No, no, no, what am I guessing here? I really think I am the protagonist. The world revolves around you. , the motives are not pure..."
"motivation?!"
Li suddenly became excited.
Is there a possibility that whether the review mechanism of the memorial monument or the other world line is bad, it started with him murdering unnecessary people?
(Note: Chapter 857 - With murderous intentions, a smiling face welcomes people)
It’s not that Li Cang feels that he has the halo of the protagonist, but it is the most abnormal thing that has caused Li Cang to worry the most recently. After entering the orbit, or since the disaster, this is the only thing that has happened. Special case.
With Suo Zhihui and others being ambushed as the trigger, and with his personal interests and Bei Lao's silver coins as the catalyst, Li Cang used the most extreme behavior to nakedly commit suicide (this chapter is not finished yet!)
Chapter 890: Death Inscriptions: Sacrifice, Ceremony, Corpse
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Explain what it means to kill a chicken to scare the monkey.
There is no guilt. People who don't want to live will die anyway. Li Cang's indifference to life and death is from beginning to end.
But for Li Cang himself, this was abnormal and even a little unlike him. After all, he was not a murderous maniac. He had his own principles.
"So, if the boundary linkage is triggered here, will things get worse? Will it be like the ending of 3.0? Once the killing starts, it cannot end..."
The absurd and chaotic scenes in the dream made Li Cang's soul tremble, and the indelible and indescribable fear always washed through his mind like a wave.
Perhaps in the eyes of others, he, Li Cang, is already an out-and-out killing maniac with a completely empty SAN value and a crazed player, but Li Cang himself has no such idea. To say something very sorry and shameless - killing without mercy. After all, I don't feel guilty.
Yes, Li Cang will be afraid, but what he is afraid of is not death itself.
Especially after the speculation about the relationship between Li Leisi and Lilith was confirmed, just like the people in the 11th and 13th Battalions at the base, the reason is the same. I need something other than memory, a living thing to prove that I am still alive. still me.
(Note: For speculation, see Chapter 398 - The King’s Collapse)
Li Cang's fear is metaphysical.
What he fears most is actually 2.0 or even the hypothetical 3.0, which is me and not me)
This seems to be a very philosophical question, but in the most popular vernacular, it means that no one wants to live like someone else.
Seeing that his train of thought began to extend towards philosophy, Li Cang's head was buzzing and aching: "I'm sorry, I don't want to think about it anymore. I guess it's a disease. It needs to be cured. If you have time, why don't you think carefully about the three words in the death sentence?" Have a hammer!"
Chapter 890: Death Inscriptions: Sacrifice, Ceremony, Corpse
