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 now traveling through time and space fragments one after another. Maybe he had to thank Qi Rong.
That little bastard, in order to find him, Song Yu almost traveled across the entire map of Yongxi Prefecture, so he could also recognize that most of these fragments were related to Yongxi Prefecture.
It's just that in these fading stories, Song Yu didn't have any 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 taxes 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 refugees in 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 white ghosts around in the darkness. But an old man with a white beard who passed by helped him get rid of 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 disappeared without knowing 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 that of the alien ghost after he let go of his hand. His expression was peaceful and divine, and it was similar to that of the alien ghost.
The monks he had seen before were very similar. But before he could see more clearly, he was swept away again.
Among all kinds of trivial matters, Song Yu went through an unknown amount of time 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 of the Security Department were seriously injured. So he hesitated and finally nodded. A child cried and broke through the obstruction of others, but
Still couldn't come to the middle-aged man's side.
He saw Qi Baisheng directing the construction of the city, saw Qi Rong falling to the ground, and saw Zhou Qinian being chased down a street with a broom 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 these."
He saw the middle-aged man who had appeared before dying and lying at the foot of Yuanao Mountain. The temple could still be seen from here. Countless ghosts tore his soul and got into his skin. They entered and exited his originally handsome face.
His appearance became extremely distorted and his appearance changed. But he seemed to have survived, and returned to Yongxi State with a strange ghost all over his body.
As long as he enters the city, the alien ghosts on him can be driven away with the help of formations. But he can't get in, not to mention the monks who are guarding him. Even Song Yu who is watching seems to think that he is no different from the alien ghosts at the moment.
If it weren't for the fact that Song Yu was forced to watch the whole thing here, he would have thought that this person had been invaded. Even the wounds on the middle-aged man's body should be called cracks in human skin, and those cracks were full of gushing water.
Moving White Walkers.
"A normal White Walker is a White Walker occupying a skin. But he is a body 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 humans. Is this the same reason? No, then why?
Why can you practice cultivation? But I have all levels and skills cleared?"
As a player, Song Yu still has a bit of fear caused by insufficient firepower. But by focusing on it, it can still alleviate his inner uneasiness to some extent.
His voice was swallowed up by the boundless world without a trace of echo. The scene 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 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 being sent into the lives of different people.
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 was also completely confused... Song Yu didn't know how long he would be trapped here.
, but there is no mechanism here that can trigger him to leave. He doesn't even know if he is still alive.
He no longer reads these stories. Every time he is steadily sent to a time and space, he runs like crazy, running far away, running to the horizon. But often after running for a while, he is sent to the next place.
Without exception.
Fortunately, he wasn't tired either, but he was getting more and more desperate inside.
Song Yu began to look through his backpack, the fox bride's suona, the wooden fish from Yuan'ao Mountain Temple... Song Yu tried everything that could be used, but still found nothing.
Until Song Yu became so angry that he threw out a handful of talismans and was about to attack people he couldn't even touch. 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 the water? This is too much.
Let’s go to the newspaper office!”
Song Yu didn't care whether others 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. That's it.
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 with no one answering him. 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's 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 the case, there's no need for you to drag 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.
?Still want revenge? There was no response 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, rather than 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
He got to know him in reality...
It really...makes this game very unpleasant.
Song Yu became anxious. In order to relieve his boredom and to test, he kept talking.
From the analysis of this wave of game content in "Meeting the Gods", what kind of twisted original intention was constructed out of it, 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. Therefore, he speaks clearly and logically. What's more, now he
There is no response to what he said, which means that he does not take any responsibility.
He used his own voice to fill the emptiness he felt, and was also suggesting 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 entered Song Yu's cochlea. The voice was a bit 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.
The answer was a glimmer of light. However, just that, the light was already extremely dazzling in Song Yu's field of vision. He ran towards the light spot in large strides, thanking this space for making him tireless, so until now he
I can still move my legs.
He threw out all the talismans of fire, thunder and talismans that could be used to illuminate, 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 piece. He even recognized that it was something like a "door". The door was extremely huge, and it was underneath.
Then sit alone.
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 it clearly. That man... looked exactly like Xie Nanshi! No, he was older than Xie Nanshi, but his facial features and temperament were exactly the same. It was obvious that he used the same model but made
Some tweaks…
What's going on? Did Xie Nanshi also enter this gap? Is it related to Xie Nanshi's ability to play multiple rounds in the game like himself?
Song Yu was almost flooded with questions. But this "Jie Nanshi" was a ruthless and talkative type. He grabbed Song Yu's hand from the void, and then simply threw him in.
In that 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 fell into great pain.