Everything is gray.
Song Yu has calmed down. How long had he been struggling before this? In this world, Song Yu's view of time has been completely destroyed.
He only knew that it was different from the last time he was sucked away by the evil god trained by the alien ghost. If Song Yu himself had to describe it, he was traveling through time and space fragments one after another. Maybe he has to thank that little bastard Qi Rong. In order to find him, Song Yu almost traveled all over the map of Yongxi Prefecture, so he could also recognize that most of these fragments were related to Yongxi Prefecture.
But in these fading stories, Song Dynasty has no ability to interfere with them. So he could only watch.
He saw that Yongxi Prefecture was barren and plagued by beasts, tides and ghosts, so the extremely low tax revenue actually attracted people to stay here. He saw that the people had finally built their homes in good weather, but they were plundered by strange ghosts and almost turned into a deserted city overnight. He saw that various sects in the game sent monks to guard this place, firstly to use Ao Mountain to train their disciples, and secondly to attract qualified mortals...
He even saw the refugees in the famine years staring at cannibals by the campfire, discussing how to lock up the monk who gave them shelter and torture them about where the remaining food was.
He also saw a child bathing by the river. It was clearly daytime, but there were strange ghosts surrounding him in the dark. But a passing old man with a white beard helped him drive away the ghosts and gave him a book.
"I can't read."
"Then learn, there is no end to learning. If you want to survive, you must keep learning."
Song Yu tried to see what was written in the book, and tried to see who this child was, but in an instant he was caught up again and did not know when.
He saw a middle-aged man in white clothes passing by this ruined temple at the foot of Yuanao Mountain. He placed three sticks of incense on the statue of Bodhisattva that had long been neglected, and found a notebook under the futon.
Song Yu still stepped forward to take a look. He couldn't see the note, but he saw the face of the middle-aged man, which was quite similar to the hand on the face of the insect mother White Walker after he let go. His expression was peaceful and divine, very similar to the monks he had seen before. But before he could see more clearly, he was swept away again.
Among all kinds of trivial matters, Song Yu didn't know how much time he went through before he saw this man again.
This year, Yongxi Prefecture was also hit by a disaster. The common people cried and knelt beside the middle-aged man, crawling on their faces and grabbing his legs, with pleading expressions on their faces.
The middle-aged man was wearing the official robe of the Security Department. Looking back, he saw that a few colleagues from the Security Department were seriously injured. So he hesitated and finally nodded. A child cried and broke through the obstacles of others, but still failed to reach the middle-aged man's side.
He saw Qi Baisheng commanding the construction of the city, saw Qi Rong falling to the ground, and saw Zhou Qinian being chased down a street with a broom held by his gentle and dignified wife...
"Although it has been seen before that the time of these fragments is messed up, there is still a process from far to near." Song Yu murmured: "I don't know if I will be let out after reading this."
He saw the middle-aged man who had appeared before, dying, lying at the foot of Yuanao Mountain. The temple can still be seen here. Countless White Walkers tore out his soul and burrowed into his skin, making his originally handsome appearance extremely distorted and changed his appearance. But he seemed to have saved his life, and returned to Yongxi State with a strange ghost all over his body.
As long as he enters the city, the ghosts on him can be driven away with the help of formations. But he couldn't get in, not to mention the monks who were guarding him. Even Song Yu who was watching seemed to think that he was no different from a ghost at the moment. If it weren't for Song Yu being forced to watch the whole process here, he would have Think this person has been invaded. Even the wounds on the middle-aged man's body should be called cracks in human skin, and those cracks are full of surging White Walkers.
"A normal White Walker is a White Walker occupying a skin. But his body is occupied by many White Walkers...?" Song Yu was stunned. He suddenly understood that this White Walker was different from what he said, "You and I are What exactly does "the same" mean?
"Body? Like you, I am the body that is most easily invaded by strange ghosts?" Song Yu remembered something again: "Jie Nanshi said that my meridians are completely different from those of human beings. Is this the reason? No, then why? Why can you practice? But I have all my levels and skills?"
As a player, Song Yu still has some fear caused by insufficient firepower. But by distorting the key point, it can still alleviate his inner uneasiness to some extent.
His voice was swallowed up by the boundless world without any echo. The scenes in the fragment changed several times, and no one gave him any response.
Song Yu's mind was spinning rapidly: "You are the legendary saint of Yongxi Province! Since you showed me these, it means that you still have some intelligence and have not been completely devoured by the strange ghosts! What do you want to do? I I can definitely help you do it!”
There was no response, Song Yu was just a fragment that was constantly sent into different people's lives.
Song Yu was a little anxious. He seemed to have spent a long time here, but he was not hungry, not tired, and it didn't hurt to hit himself. His sense of time is also completely confused... Song Yu doesn't know how long he will be trapped here, but there is no mechanism here that can trigger him to leave. He didn't even know if he was still alive.
He stopped reading these stories. Every time he was sent steadily into a time and space, he ran like crazy, running far away, running towards the horizon. But often, after running for a while, he was sent to the next place, without exception.
Fortunately, he wasn't tired either, but he was getting more and more desperate.
Song Yu began to look through his backpack, the fox bride's suona, the wooden fish from the Yuan'ao Mountain temple... Song Yu tried everything that could be used. Still nothing.
Until Song Yu became so angry that he threw a handful of talismans and was about to attack those people he couldn't even touch, when he was suddenly sucked into the boundless darkness again.
"Are you willing to give up?" Song Yu was so angry that he put his hands on his hips and yelled in any direction, "Now I am the only person who can let you communicate. This is not the attitude of asking for help."
"I know you are the saint among the people of Yongxi Prefecture." Song Yu was actually just guessing, but he was very good at bluffing: "Yongxi Prefecture has failed you, so you drag me into it? This is too much. Let’s go to the newspaper office!”
Song Yu didn't care whether people could understand or not, and continued to talk: "To use the words of the novels I read, you are possessed by a demon, but it doesn't matter, I think you still have the possibility of turning back. Just Like me, you say I am also a body, but am I not living well? Maybe your experience is reversible? "
Song Yu began to walk in the boundless darkness where no one answered. He couldn't touch anything, and there was nothing that could be used as a reference. This made Song Yu feel like he was standing still, but he just kept walking. Along the way, he said: "No wonder Qian Xiu rebelled against Yongxi State. He was not doing it for the remnants of the Saint's clothes, but because the leader of the White Walkers is the Saint."
"The question is still what you want to do. You have the ability to stop the sun from rising. It is only a matter of time before you want to capture Yongxi Province... I don't know how Master Sui Dao could stop you last week. But If that's all, there's no need for you to pull me into your body to analyze your story."
"Is it because you and I are both 'bodies', so you want me to share your pain?" Song Yu tentatively guessed the other party's needs, "Or do you want me to help you find a way to recover? Or maybe you have an unfulfilled wish? ? Or do you want revenge? There was no reaction at all, it made me feel like I was talking to myself, it was really boring."
Song Yu likes to play games, often because the games will give him clear feedback, instead of being as ambiguous as in the real world. But now, no matter what Song Yu does, there is no feedback, which will only make Song Yu think of him in reality...
It really...makes this game very unpleasant.
Song Yu became anxious. In order to relieve his boredom and to test, he didn't stop talking.
From the analysis of this wave of game content of "Meeting God", what kind of twisted original intention is it constructed out of, to how perverted the character creation of the BOSS "Saint" is.
Song Yu has no other abilities, but he is able to become a "high-level player" not only because of his very strong operating ability, but also because he also has a considerable set of concepts for game design. So it sounds logical. What's more, there is no response to what he said now, which means that he does not have to take any responsibility.
He used his own voice to fill the emptiness he felt, and he also suggested himself. As long as this is still a game world, he must be an extremely special existence.
"I didn't expect...there are other people here..."
Suddenly, an extremely unfamiliar voice penetrated Song Yu's cochlea. The voice was a little unclear and the pronunciation was weird, but Song Yu could still discern what he said: "Who is it?! Where are you!"
Maybe he had been talking alone for too long, and Song Yu's voice was even a little hoarse.
There was a glimmer of light instead of an answer. However, just that, the light was already extremely dazzling in Song Yu's field of vision. He strode towards the light spot, thanking this space for making him tireless, so he could still move his legs.
He threw out all the talismans of fire, thunder and talismans that could be used for illumination, but these talismans failed to illuminate the way forward for him, and the dazzling light was still far away from him.
"Eh-" The voice rang again.
Song Yu suddenly felt something pulling him, and the small dot instantly turned into a large area. He even recognized that it was something like a "door". The door was extremely huge, and there was a person sitting underneath.
Even against the light, Song Yu still felt a sense of familiarity from that person. He seemed to have seen that person before.
"I see. Although you have his aura on you, it's nothing more than that." The man stretched out his hand to Song Yu, "You don't belong here, let me send you out."
This time, Song Yu saw clearly. That man... looks exactly like Xie Nanshi! No, he is older than Xie Nanshi, but his facial features and temperament are exactly the same. It is obvious that he used the same model but made some slight adjustments...
what happened? Did Jie Nanshi also enter this gap? Is it related to the fact that Xie Nanshi can play multiple rounds in the game like himself?
Questions almost overwhelmed Song Dynasty. But this "Jie Nanshi" was a ruthless person who didn't talk much. He grabbed Song Yu's hand from the void, and then simply threw him into the light.
"Wait a minute!" Song Yu had too many questions. He wanted to catch the other party, but failed. He felt that his body was being dissolved continuously, and his consciousness was also in great pain.
