Chapter 890: Death text: sacrifice, ceremony, corpse
Sky island.
Lao Wang raised his waist and picked up the mushrooms while cursing, and almost filled the basket given by the young lady: "Mother Xipi is not kind to others. When she asked him to pick it up, he didn't pick it up, and when she ate it, she was left alone.
He has to work in the same class, there are so many dogs, he has taken all the bamboo shoots on the mountain!"
Look up.
Lao Wang scolded again: "I've almost finished picking it up, but you got out, you——"
Halfway through his words, Lao Wang suddenly felt that something was wrong. Why was Teacher Cang walking in such a strange way? He was as dejected as a fucking puppet?
Li Cang moved to the memorial monument, first bent down at an almost 90-degree right angle, and then raised 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 surface of the monument, and at the same time he spread his hands around the back of the monument, as if he were touching and holding the entire monument in his arms.
"Teacher Cang??"
An invisible shock wave swept across the entire empty 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, the mosquitoes, snakes and ants lurking in the grass should even be deep in the soil.
Earthworms, rats, centipedes and other living creatures of all sizes were blown out by this weird force field, forming a huge sphere that expanded larger and larger toward the periphery.
boom!
Lao Wang was struck in the face by the "worm ball", staggered and fell to his knees, and it took him a long time to get up again after being lost in the lake.
Lao Wang ignored the severe pain buzzing in his head and quickly looked for Teacher Cang. He saw Li Cang motionless, still facing the memorial monument with that weird posture...
"wrong!
"
The dizzy Lao Wang rubbed his eyes hard and found that Teacher Cang's body was illusory 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: "I fucked your mother, you fucked your mother like crazy again!"
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 ordinary, shabby, ancient stone tablet had rough carved ghost symbols scratching Old Wang's fingers. The sharp and cold touch made Old Wang tremble all over. He saw through Li Cang's body that there was something on the tablet.
Each character is being inked in order, stroke by stroke, and the gray and white ink marks on the engraved font are like wet marks.
"I... grass..."
Lao Wang didn't know what to say anymore. He touched his waist almost instinctively. After touching the space, he remembered, why would he bring a hammer with him when he went out to pick mushrooms by himself?
Lao Wang was furious, green will-o'-the-wisps and thunder light were already rising from his fists, and facing the memorial monument, there was a solid black tiger tearing out his heart.
"Winter~"
The ancient stone tablet was punched, but the reverberation sounded like a big bell of Honglu, distant and empty, and the harshness was as loud as a lake.
Lao Wang screamed and covered his ears, but his hands were covered in blood.
"Electric Mouse, come and light a fire for me!"
More than ten meters high, blazing with evil fire and wrapped in thunder, the pitch-black metal giant rises from the ground, with a heavy aura like kicking the whole world into pieces and shattering the void.
The evil fire giant took a deep breath: "Heaven! Earth! Return!"
"Old...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, if it suddenly deforms when concentrating, its waist will make a cracking sound with muscles and bones twisting.
Li Cang pinched the center of his eyebrows with his left hand, his eyes narrowed 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 voice like the bombardment of tons of metal. "What the hell are you doing there? Your whole body is so empty. Do you know that you are ghosting your mother?"
Like a child!"
"Well..."
"Wait a minute, what is that thing in your hand?"
On Li Cang's wrist, there is a slender, wandering ring woven in red, white and black colors. It has no substance and does not have substantial contact with the body. It exudes a dim and hazy three-color glow.
"Sacrifice, ritual, corpse." Li Cang read slowly: "These are the three words."
"Words? Are you serious? Do you think this is a word? I can't even tell the number of them..." Lao Wang said: "No, I'm asking you where this thing comes from, don't be careless about me.
!”
"The words on the memorial tablet." Li Cang was still quite conscious, with absurdity written all over his face, a little stuttering and a contented murmur to himself: "I seem to have had a dream, a very strange dream.
In the dream, I seemed to have killed you, Suo Zhihui, Li Laixi, Song Qiang, Jiaojiao... almost everyone we knew, and even held a wedding with Rao... ahem... and saw
she..."
"etc!
"
"?"
"It doesn't matter if I die or not! But you just said the word "rao", right? You must have said the word "rao", right? Be sure to talk about it!
"
Li Cang's expression kept changing, and he was silent for a long time: "Thank you for using such a speech from the underworld to let me return to the earth. Now - get out of here! Get away to a place where I can't see you!"
The gloom on Li Cang'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...
I, Timi, have lost his mind. No matter how stupid I am, I won’t be able to say this in front of Lao Wang, right?
Sure enough, Lao Wang instantly lost all interest in things like death rings and death together. He followed Li Cang's buttocks like a dog that only saw bones: "Oh shit, Cang."
Teacher, good brothers share the same quilt. We share blessings and share hardships. When we live, we will be weeds and when we die, we will be dead. What harm can we two brothers do? We can't talk about it. I have shed blood for the organization and I have worked as a cow for the organization.
You're over the top, I have no merit but hard work, I want to see the committee, please tell me quickly, elaborate, I want to hear the story to the end, I want to listen to the paid content!"
This chapter is not over yet, please click on the next page to continue reading! Li Cang...
Li Cang has already begun to think about the issue of sealing... or not... silencing him.
"What are you doing?"
Tai Xiaoyi waved and shouted from afar on Lao Wang's island. The little lady would never set foot on Teacher Cang's island unless necessary. Her mental endurance was not enough to face the island's composition style and self-adaptation.
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 that the young lady's face changed, and he suddenly remembered: "Oh, Mugu, yes, Mugu, I have picked them all, just... where did they come from?
..."
Master Wang rushed 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 stuff inside. Where were the mushrooms?
Wang's tactical silence: It's over, the ball is over...the ball is dead now...
The time comes a few minutes later.
Tai Xiaoyi asked in an unbelievable tone: "So you are saying that Teacher Cang conspired with his death monument and nightmare to murder your Mugu?"
"..."
Lao Wang didn't know whether 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 not Mogu! It's Teacher Cang! Teacher Cang!"
"Teacher 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 up has nothing to do with Mugu. Kong Jingqiao. Tai Xiaoyi's mother and daughter are first-class soft, except when blessed by the special environment of the kitchen. But if Kong Jingqiao
If he is an out-and-out kitchen tyrant, Tai Xiaoyi will only be at the Tianbao Ten Jiedao level if he inherits it.
The young lady just doesn’t want Lao Wang to bother Li Cang. After all, Teacher Cang’s current condition does not seem to be good. He is out of his mind, his face is pale, and his whole person gives people an inexplicable feeling of loneliness and isolation...
Tai Xiaoyi thought that it might be better to let Li Cang recover slowly by himself. She knew how annoying Lao Wang was.
Li Cang actually didn't pay attention to what Lao Wang and the young lady said at all. 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, ceremony, corpse]
The Book of the Dead is written by a living person and should be passed down by a living person. You have already recognized the three characters of the death note. The inscription will stay with you forever, and your soul will know where it belongs.
There are only so many explanations given by Xiaobi Zaizi, not a single word more.
He was almost completely in a state of mental confusion caused by information overload. It was as if he had experienced countless deaths or rebirths. The scenes were so messy, bizarre, and magical that every dream was like a dream.
Beyond Li Cang's expectations and normal logic, the plot is not the most outrageous, only more outrageous!
These well-founded guesses and unwarranted associations based on illusions, nightmares, or the world in memorial monuments are more fleeting than inspiration. The memories of the scenes that have been "experienced" in the past are fading rapidly as time goes by.
Mo Hu, had an indescribable intuition that told Li Cang that these scenes were very important, very important.
So Li Cang pushed himself up and crawled back to his island, summoned the little coin boy to extract his memories, and tried to put all the memories in his mind that had not faded into the USB flash drive regardless of the cost...
Xiaobizizi 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 last piece of paper, Li Cang had just drawn a stick figure, and the word "you" was written in the bubble circle.
Go to the front——
Timi wrote something and drew something. What is this?
What are these?
What?
"Yes..." Li Cang pinched the center of his eyebrows, summoned a big magic wand and knocked a dog's leg. While coiling the big magic wand, he said to himself: "Brother, tell me, is this the third line? It's 3.0.
Brother? This line is too outrageous... What have we done... 3.0 Big Bad Sir..."
"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, looking thoughtfully at the distorted painting style and hastily written fonts on one of the papers: "The Rao family doesn't have a family background?
Here Dalei Zi and Suo Zhi Hui are together? The plot is different from the beginning to the end! How do you guess this?! Is it counting from the dead? Then the first person to die in my hands is not
that is..."
"Say! I didn't draw it..."
Suo Zhihui failed to escape from the banquet hall, and his life and death are unknown; Lao Wang lay bloody on the ground, and his life and death are unknown; Rao Qifang was bitten by a walking corpse and suspected to have mutated, and Li Cang wielded a knife, but his life and death are still unknown.
"If the memorial monument uses someone's death as a node to provide script guidance, at least it needs 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?!"
This chapter is not over yet, please click on the next page to continue reading! Li Cang suddenly became inspired.
Is it possible that, regardless of the review mechanism of the Memorial Monument, or that the other world line became bad, it started when he had the intention to kill 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 or something like that, but it is the most abnormal thing recently and the only thing that bothers Li Cang the most. After entering the orbit line, or in other words since the disaster started, this is
The only exception.
With Suo Zhihui and others being ambushed as the trigger, and with his personal interests and Bei Lao silver coins as the catalyst, Li Cang used the most extreme behavior to nakedly 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 world line 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 Mohu scenes in the dream made Li Cang's soul tremble, indelible, and the indescribable fear and horror always washed through his mind like a wave.
Perhaps in the eyes of others, Li Cang is already an out-and-out killing maniac, a crazed player with a full SAN value, but Li Cang himself has no such idea. To say something very sorry and shameless - killing people.
No matter what, I don't feel guilty.
Yes, Li Cang was afraid, but what he was afraid of was not death itself.
Especially after the speculation about the relationship between Li Leisi and Lilith was confirmed, just like the people in the base camp, the reason is the same: I need something other than memory, a living thing to prove that I am still alive and that I am still me.
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(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 common vernacular, it means that no one wants to live like someone else.
Seeing that his thoughts began to extend to philosophy, Li Cang's head was buzzing and aching: "Damn it, I don't think about it anymore. I guess it's a disease. It needs to be cured. If you have time, why don't you think about these three words of death?"
