Longhu Mountain, Baiyu Temple.
"Uncle Master, did you really tell them those things?"
Xuan Qingzi looked at Liu Chengfeng who was counting the goods and asked.
"They'll find out sooner or later."
"The secrets of the 'other shore' are emerging bit by bit. In fact, I have already guessed some things, but the more I think about them, the more chills I feel on my back."
"Your master risked his own life in order to seek the truth, but after learning the truth, he suffered a mental breakdown and committed suicide."
Xuan Qingzi helped them count the needed goods, with a strong curiosity on his face.
"Uncle Master, is our world... really false?"
Liu Chengfeng shook his head and did not give a clear answer.
"The white jade capital in the sky, the five cities on the twelfth floor, the immortal caressing my head, knotting my hair and receiving immortality."
Xuan Qingzi laughed and said:
"Isn't this what a poet from the Tang Dynasty left behind?"
"And this doesn't seem to have anything to do with the question just now, right?"
Liu Chengfeng's temperament was completely different from the carefree look outside. He looked extremely calm and serious from beginning to end, as if he was a different person.
"Master nephew, you must have heard many myths and legends since you were a child, right?"
"Well, Master and many other uncles in the temple have told me, but those are all made up by the people..."
"What if...we were made up too?"
Xuan Qingzi was stunned. A marble bracelet in his hand fell to the ground and broke into pieces.
"More and more details are pointing to that."
Liu Chengfeng spoke slowly but firmly.
"The house is a shrine."
“Every time the Blood Gate opens, it’s because ‘God’ responds to them.”
"To them, we are 'gods'."
Xuan Qingzi retorted:
"Are we gods?"
"A fictional god?"
"But I didn't feel the power of God at all. Instead, I was suppressed by ghosts and monsters on the other side of the Blood Gate and couldn't even breathe. How can we look like gods?"
Liu Chengfeng asked:
“Can ‘ghosts’ kill the aborigines of the world behind the Blood Gate at will?”
Xuan Qingzi nodded.
"Yes, as long as it is stronger than the native people there, it can kill them at will."
"Then the 'ghost' can kill you at will?"
Xuan Qingzi was stunned.
"I……"
Liu Chengfeng:
"You always subconsciously think that we are protected by the rules of the Blood Sect, but the Blood Sect has not even protected its own indigenous people, so how can it protect outsiders like us?"
"So, is it possible that the so-called 'protection rules' are actually part of 'us'? Are they our basic rights as 'gods'?"
"No matter how strong the ghost behind the Blood Gate is, as long as you don't trigger its killing law, it can't attack you."
"From this perspective, are you stronger than most of the natives of the Blood Gate?"
Xuan Qingzi's face was dull and he nodded stiffly. Then he stared at the broken stone bracelet on the ground and remained silent for a long, long time.
Although his face was expressionless, his heart was already in turmoil...
If they are fictional "gods", then what exactly does the world behind the Blood Gate need them to do?
…
Opening her eyes, the bright light made Ning Qiushui feel a little uncomfortable.
It took him a few seconds to finally get used to it.
I looked around and found that I was in a classroom.
Overhead hung three rows of incandescent lamps, three in each row.
There were students all around, eight columns in total, six people in each column.
Bai Xiaoxiao is two positions behind the column on his right.
There are thick books piled on every student's desk.
The most prominent of these is the student handbook.
A middle-aged man wearing black clothes was sitting there on the podium, seemingly studying for self-study.
He was dressed very formally, even wearing a tie.
Ning Qiushui quickly glanced at the blackboard wall behind the man.
Very clean.
It was so clean that there was only a blackboard.
There isn't even a class schedule.
"What are you doing, what are you doing!"
There seemed to be a lot of students in the classroom looking up and around. The middle-aged man sitting on the podium noticed it and immediately patted the podium with a very stern voice.
"It's study hall time now!"
"There are still 30 minutes until get out of class ends, can't you sit still?"
"You guys are like this, and you still want to take the city exam?"
"If you go out, you will bring shame to our academy!"
"It's less than a hundred days before you take the city exam. Have you forgotten the oaths you swore at the last swearing-in meeting?"
"Hurry up and read the book for me!"
"This afternoon's math test, if you fail, you will be responsible for the consequences!"
The middle-aged man snorted coldly.
The student sitting below immediately buried his head in reading a book.
Ning Qiushui also opened the books on his seat, but instead of reading the math book, he immediately looked through the student handbook.
What is recorded in this manual is what really matters to their life and death.
Turning over the manual, there are dense rules recorded on it.
Five of the rules are specifically outlined with red pen.
[1. Every exam in the academy cannot be below the passing mark, otherwise it will be locked up in a black room]
[7. Respect teachers and do not contradict teachers while in the academy, otherwise you will be locked up in a small black room]
[9. Live in harmony. No physical conflicts with classmates are allowed in the academy. Once discovered, they will be dealt with immediately and seriously]
[11. Be sure to appear in your seat during class, and violators will be dealt with seriously]
[13. You are not allowed to leave school for any reason except after school on Fridays. Violators will be dealt with seriously]
Of these five rules, two are for being locked up in a dark room, and the remaining three are for serious treatment.
According to Ning Qiu Shui's personal feeling, most of those who were dealt with seriously would simply disappear, and the ghost weapons would probably not be easy to use.
And those who are locked up in a small dark room may still have a glimmer of hope.
With his previous experience with the Blood Sect, Ning Qiushui knew that ghost weapons could not save their lives under all circumstances.
In the door of the Lady in Black, if the little master's painted world disappears with the little master's death, and they have not escaped from the painted world at that time, then no matter how many ghost weapons they have on them, it will have no effect.
Unless it is an extremely powerful ghost weapon.
But Ning Qiushui didn't have that kind of thing.
He committed these rules to memory and opened his math book.
The book is covered with dense notes.
Ning Qiushui has always been very talented when it comes to learning or memorizing things. After all, he is a veterinarian. Whenever a new patient appears, he needs to remember a lot of information.
This information is related to his life and cannot be careless.
The things in the book are just some simple mathematics from junior high school. Even if you have never studied, you can learn it quickly as long as you have some logical thinking.
About half an hour later, the bell for the end of get out of class did not ring. Instead, the middle-aged man sitting on the podium looked at the watch on his hand carefully, and then said to the students in the audience:
"Okay, get out of class is over, let's go eat quickly."
"After eating, come back and continue studying."
After he finished speaking, he left the classroom first.
At this time, Ning Qiushui suddenly realized a more interesting problem.
——That is, not only is there no bell in the classroom, there is not even a clock!
pS: Good night!
