Chapter 815 The story in the story, the pen is for you to write
With the Mediterranean Sea above his head, the fat man's eyes were blank and his whole body smelled greasy. He slowly turned his head and looked at the lower part of the water curtain with his fish eyes.
On this sky-like water curtain, there are countless dead souls and a large number of human beings, but the proportion is not that high.
Hundreds of teams fight against the current and swim upstream in order to climb out of this sky and climb out of this pure death zone.
All the undead here, those who have not climbed out, will have only one ending in the end.
Falling into the black sea, being pulled into the sea by those undead souls that can never be freed, even if they are swallowed by the huge monsters that appear in the sea, they may not be able to be freed.
On the contrary, you may suffer torture for an unknown amount of time in the womb of strangeness, and you will not be able to escape from this place, nor will you be able to seek liberation.
Every undead spirit that can appear here was a hero during his or her lifetime, or was a figure who left behind legends.
There is no one talking about it, there is no name or trace, and there is no way that a creature that is not a big boss will appear here after death.
The vast black sea is already the final destination of all living beings. They will dissolve into this place, and everything will be integrated into it, and they will no longer have themselves.
One day, their traces in the world will disappear and no one will mention their names again.
That is the real disappearance, which is more complete than death. It disappears and there is nothing left.
When those who are truly capable come to the end of the Black Sea and see this sky, what will they do?
Go upstream and climb up.
Even they themselves may not know what's on it.
The unknown is better than seeing the end at a glance.
In this boundless black sea, the fate of every undead has been determined.
The unknown may at least be different, and difference is hope.
When there is no hope, it is no different than death.
Not everyone can recognize this. The vast majority of the undead here, whether they have self-awareness or not, are actually just following the trend blindly.
The fat man from the Mediterranean looked down at Qin Yang with his eyes drooping.
His vehicle is a book, and now in this book, the story of Qin Yang begins to be written.
This means that Qin Yang is the most qualified person among the new undead to compete with him.
He has been in this position for who knows how long.
It seemed that he was just a little bit away from jumping up from the sky, completely ascending to the upper level, going to that unknown place, and completely leaving this low level of death where there was only death.
But he has never been able to cross the past. That step is like a chasm that can never be crossed.
He is waiting for someone, waiting for someone who can compete with him, because every step forward was fought for, and every step forward was based on the bones of other dead souls.
A trace of emotion slowly appeared in his dead fish eyes. He thought about it for a long time before he remembered that this was called happiness.
Yes, he was very happy. Finally, someone came to compete with him, and it seemed that he was from the human race.
On the books, neat handwriting still appeared on its own, describing the story with Qin Yang as the protagonist.
"Everything is stable. Qin Yang thought he could finally rest for a while, but unexpectedly, new changes occurred..."
When the writing reached this point, the black writing slowly turned red, as if it was written with blood.
Dead Fish Eyes Mediterranean, became energetic, seemed to open his eyes all of a sudden, quietly looked at the writing on the book, and watched the updates simultaneously.
…
Qin Yang rubbed his head and felt that he had slept too much recently. He felt a little groggy and depressed.
However, there is no need to sleep for a long time while alive. After death, you will naturally sleep forever. Let’s get down to business. First, you can completely solve your worries and complete the to-do items in your notebook. You will have plenty of time to rest slowly.
Qin Yang cheered up and walked out of Jedi Manor.
It was like walking through everything all over again, one thing after another appeared along Qin Yang's memory.
Go to the Land of Eternal Night, kill the Eunuch, go to Dayan, kill the old emperor, and become Emperor De, go to Nianhai, and cut off Emperor Ying's path to transcendence. In Kuishan, with the last sword, he kills Emperor Ying and himself.
vitality.
He came to the Black Sea again and took a lone boat all the way to the end of the Black Sea. Here, he fought endlessly with countless other undead souls, fighting for the last chance to cross the sky.
Then, when he went all the way up the canopy, he saw at the top of the canopy, a handsome guy with sword-shaped eyebrows and starry eyes, a melancholy look on his face, sitting cross-legged on a huge book, leaning his head, reading quietly
Hold him.
In the book of this handsome and scumbag guy, words written in blood appeared on their own, and the content of the words was the current scene.
Then, before anything happened, new words appeared.
"Jia began to write stories, and Qin Yang fell into the new story and became the protagonist in Jia's works..."
In the blink of an eye, Qin Yang's consciousness blurred, and when he opened his eyes again, he appeared in the Underworld Demon Sect.
He rubbed his head, and after a long time, he muttered to himself.
"Heart-eating Gu may have unknown effects, and he is actually a little distracted..."
Starting from the Heart-Eating Gu incident, Qin Yang became the protagonist of the story...
Everything was the same as in his memory, except this time, time was moved forward and Qin Yang was weaker.
But this time, Qin Yang spent more and more time absentminded, and he would always have doubts.
He always felt that he had lost something, but slowly, he discovered that he seemed to have mastered something that he didn't even know at some point.
There are some abilities, just like picking up skills, that appear inexplicably, as if they were born to use them.
But I still know it but don’t know why.
Just like just now, he unintentionally used a magical power. A disciple of the Huangquan Demon Sect was inexplicably unable to practice, unable to use secret techniques, or anything else.
It's just like……
I got a shot of silence.
Everything is as usual, everything is continuing to move forward according to the huge inertia, the inertia arranged by Qin Yang's heart, and the arranged script.
When he finished his journey starting from the Heart-Eating Gu incident and came to the sky again, and saw the handsome guy with his head propped up and looking at him quietly, he felt a huge sense of dissonance and déjà vu.
Finally I couldn't suppress it anymore.
Qin Yang rubbed his head, running the Si Zi Jue, consuming a lot of strength, and re-picking out and integrating the places where he had ignored and found flaws.
Ever since, he saw that in the story that was being serialized in the handsome boy's book, new words of blood appeared.
"Qin Yang finally got through the story and realized that he was trapped in the story and became the protagonist of the story. He used his power and unleashed the strongest blow after turning into an undead..."
The black blade of light broke through the sky. The handsome boy's body turned into powder and disappeared. The book slowly turned into a shadow, and finally collapsed into smoke and disappeared without a trace.
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Qin Yang stepped on a lone boat and traveled all the way in the opposite direction. He quickly reached his home position. He stepped on his home position, jumped up and rushed out of the sky, a new world that escaped the sinking black sea.
…
With eyes like a dead fish in the Mediterranean Sea, he tried his best to open his eyes wide and looked at the new words that appeared on the book.
He asked Qin Yang to jump out of the story, but the incident itself was still a story.
But in the real sky, the lone boat carrying Qin Yang was traveling in the opposite direction, very fast, far exceeding the other undead spirits.
When Qin Yang's lone boat came to the book, Qin Yang's eyes were blank, and he jumped up, as if he was about to jump out of the sky, and jumped towards the book.
His figure slowly shrank, as if he had jumped into a world and thrown himself into the book.
The dead-eyed Mediterranean man grinned, but after smiling, he couldn't help but look disappointed.
He thought that a very special undead had arrived, enough to become his pedal undead.
This one named Qin Yang has a very good story, but that's all. He had many abilities during his lifetime, but he didn't expect that he was still so vulnerable. In fact, he was no different from other undead.
He will continue to wait, waiting for the next undead who is qualified to become the protagonist to appear, but when that day comes, I don't know if he will even forget who he is.
Oh, he has forgotten. He does not remember his name. He only remembers that he has an identity called home.
Once a human race.
Jia's eyes were drooping, and he continued to sit there blankly, as if he had lost all energy.
But he didn't notice that Qin Yang, whose eyes were dull, seemed to have something different when he jumped into the book.
…
After coming back to his senses, Qin Yang returned to Qinglin City. He sat in front of his shop, basking in the sun, bored and waiting for business to come to him.
Then, he rubbed his head in pain, and a black sword seemed to cut into pieces, and the light balls transformed from dreams exploded in his mind.
All the memories belonging to him returned again after a brief separation.
After a while, he raised his head, looked at the sun, changed his posture, drooped his eyelids slightly, and continued to bask in the sun.
"Hey, I didn't expect that after death, I would be able to bask in the sun again. This feeling is so real.
No, this is actually true, I have experienced it personally."
Qin Yang happily ate the cheap spiritual fruit, happily greeted the chicken shopkeeper next door, and enjoyed everything greedily.
What kind of family do you think he is a melon?
You have obviously noticed that something is not right. When you see Jia again and see his ability to compose stories, wouldn't you think that what he saw, what he experienced, and even the story itself, are all worth it?
Just a story?
Especially in the end, when he was hacked to death with one blow, the result was so rough that he didn’t even say a word or express a word of emotion.
The previous story is entirely based on his memory.
It shows that 99% of those stories were written by him, the protagonist of the story, and the author made up for anything that did not happen.
The ending he added was really out of character for him.
Even if you kill someone and don't get saved, why don't you just say a few words?
To be honest, Qin Yang didn't have much expectations for what he would encounter after jumping out of the sky.
Or it will really die and disappear after jumping over.
Or maybe he returned to the human world after the past.
Or, it's the real world after death, and maybe you can see some old acquaintances.
Then find a way to resurrect, or if you have such a great time in the afterlife that you don't want to go back, then just wait for the people you care about to come down.
When life and death become a state, rather than losing oneself forever, then what difference does it make?
Ever since he couldn't even transcend himself and turned into such a ghost, Qin Yang looked away from everything.
…
Disappointed, I took one last look at the newly revealed story in the book.
To fill in the missing parts before, he really wanted to know where Qin Yang's ability came from.
At the beginning of the story, there should be.
However, when he looked at the handwriting that appeared, his eyes slowly opened, and he suddenly became energetic.
"Qin Yang basked in the sun for a long time, returned to the room, and slept happily. After getting up, he basked in the sun again, meditated on the Dharma for a while, and continued to bask in the sun..."
The swishing handwriting appears.
"Qin Yang basked in the sun for a long time, studied the Dharma, made a pot of tea, and fell asleep."
"Qin Yang understood the Dharma, had a meal of oil and noodles, and continued to bask in the sun."
"Qin Yang..."
The handwriting remains like running water. No, this is no longer running water, this is called a waterfall.
A few years have passed.
Qin Yang did nothing but sunbathe in the sun, study Dharma, make tea, and occasionally eat a meal every day.
Jia's chest, which had no heartbeat anymore, began to rise and fall violently, the top of his head began to smoke, and the death energy on his body turned into smoke and shot straight into the sky.
A pair of dead fish eyes were almost bulging out of the sockets. He pointed at the story that appeared in a flash, and his whole body trembled.
"This this……"
His forehead had blue veins exposed, and his expression became more ferocious, as if he were crazy. There were several black marks on his forehead, and most of his hair, which was not much, was scratched off.
In this moment, the handwriting on the book has passed by for twenty years.
The story never changes, it always repeats the first day.
Jia couldn't bear it any longer, so he stretched out his hand, and a large pen appeared in his palm.
At the end of the swishing handwriting that emerged, he wrote a few big characters with his own hand.
"Qin Yang is dead."
However, after he wrote these big characters, new handwriting appeared again.
"Qin Yang came to the Sunken Black Sea after his death, saw his home, and fell into the story again."
"Qin Yang spent a long time in the sun, studied the Dharma for a long time, and even made a set of papers."
"Qin Yang..."
Jia was breathing heavily and his eyes were bloodshot. He couldn't help it and wailed.
"That's enough! You win!"
He broke the pen in his hand on the spot and slammed the pen on the book.
In the blink of an eye, like crazy, he tore out the pages of the book, all the parts that belonged to Qin Yang!
Throw it back to Qin Yang's lonely boat.
On that page, the two big characters Qin Yang flew out and slowly condensed into the figure of Qin Yang.
Qin Yang opened his eyes and looked at this dead world. There was no sun above his head.
Looking at the dead fish eyes of the Mediterranean Sea opposite, Qin Yang couldn't help but show a hint of disappointment.
Come on, it shouldn't be a story this time.
"I don't mind letting you peep into my life. Why did you abandon the eunuch first? Are you still a human being? Let's discuss it and let me get involved in the story again, okay?"
Jia Qi's head was filled with smoke and his face was distorted. He grabbed the broken pen and threw it to Qin Yang.
"I give you the pen, you write! Hurry, write me to death!"
He couldn't bear it at all. The story he wrote had turned into a ghostly appearance. He had abruptly changed from the story to a diary for more than 20 years, and it was still the same every day.
ps: After the Little New Year, it’s the New Year. I wish you all a happy New Year and a Happy New Year. I deliberately skip chapters and have one plot per chapter.