Chapter 816 No one here will die anymore, you are the protagonist of my story
Qin Yang waved his hand and sincerely comforted his family.
"It's better not to say such angry words as 'I'll give you a pen and you write it'. We all still have self-awareness when we meet here after death. It can be regarded as fate. It's better to be polite. Let's fight and kill."
It’s boring to kill.”
Saying that, Qin Yang looked at the broken pen, put it away, put it into his arms, and then completed the refining.
Jia stared at Qin Yang's arms with dead eyes.
After his mentality exploded, he felt a little regretful. After being silent for a long time, this incident of being angry made his consciousness revive even more, more silent memories emerged, and his whole person became a little more vivid.
"Then what are you doing with my pen?"
"I'll look back and see if I can fix it."
"I can fix it myself."
"No, you won't. Thank you for your gift."
I have given them all to myself, so there is no reason to send them back, especially since this big pen is the only gain and the first gift after arriving here.
Of course, something of such commemorative significance must be put away solemnly.
The two of them stared at each other for a long time. After a long while, Jia sat back down holding his breath, staring with a pair of dead fish eyes, as if he would not rest in peace.
Qin Yangquan pretended not to see it, looked through the classics in his collection, found a travelogue that he found interesting, and handed the book home.
"Don't be angry. I'll give you a book to read to relieve your boredom. Also, don't let me talk about it. We are all dead anyway, so don't hide it and play around with it. I'll tell you the truth.
It's definitely not possible for you to crowdfund and write a book like this. If you find someone who enjoys it as much as I do, I won't be bothered if you let me stay there for another hundred years.
If you play with matryoshka dolls and dig a little deeper, and you dig into another world, I can stay in there for half a day basking in the sun and playing games for half a day, and I won’t get tired of it even after a thousand years. Sooner or later you’ll be pissed to death.”
I didn’t quite understand what I heard, but I got the general idea.
He really regretted it and forgot that the story could actually be considered true. Every day he spent there was based on reality. For a dead man, it was indeed a good place.
But Qi Gui Qi, if you have books to read, you still need to read them. In this wretched place, let alone books, you can’t even meet two people who can talk to each other and have self-awareness. He has forgotten when he last met him.
It's arrived.
After taking a few glances at the book, Jia suddenly frowned.
"What is this word and why is it so weird?"
"Hahaha..." Qin Yang was overjoyed. It must have been a long time since he died. He didn't even know the writing of his age.
After thinking about it, I copied a dictionary of words from this era and passed it on to my family.
The family held the travel notes and read them with gusto. The typical nerd was mesmerized.
After watching for a while at home, Qin Yang pulled out two spiritual fruits and threw one to the other party.
"Why didn't you kill me before? My consciousness was trapped in the story, and my real body is outside. Logically speaking, you should have the opportunity to kill me directly, right?"
I took the spiritual fruit, put it on the tip of my pen, and sniffed it greedily, but I was reluctant to eat it.
"Didn't I know we couldn't taste it at all?"
"Oh, I forgot." Qin Yang turned over again and pulled out two incense sticks.
After rubbing it, I found that it was not lit. He was already dead. Where did the Yang Qi come from to light it? I lit the incense with fire and handed one to my family.
The two of them stuck the spirit incense on the spirit fruit, stretched their necks, and inhaled sharply.
The spiritual fragrance burned rapidly, and the spiritual fruit withered quickly and turned into fly ash. At the same time, the sweet and sweet fragrance, mixed with the fragrance of vegetation, poured into the minds of the two of them.
It's like really eating a spiritual fruit, the taste is even better than when you were alive, and all the details seem to be magnified.
Qin Yang thought about it for a long time and slowly opened his eyes.
No wonder the dead yearn for the world of the living so much. Comparing it now, the comparison is full of damage.
I smashed it with my mouth and couldn't stop thinking about it. I even collected the fly ash that the spiritual fruit finally turned into, and I didn't want to throw it away.
"I almost forgot what the spirit fruit tastes like, it's so good."
After sighing, Jiacai said.
"Why should I kill you? We are all dead. No one here will die anymore and will only disappear. When you no longer remember who you are or remember anything, and no one outside misses you, that is the real time."
The nothingness comes.
I can't kill you again, and I don't want to kill you. I just want you to compete with me.
So that I can take the last step and jump out of this dark sea of sinking.
Who would have thought that you are such a weird person. You relived your life in the story, but instead of cherishing it, you stayed at home for decades..."
The more I think about it, the less I understand. How can there be such a person? He stays at home every day and never leaves the house.
I pointed to the bottom of the sky. Undead souls were constantly climbing up the sky, and undead souls were constantly falling down. From time to time, twisted undead souls could be seen in the black sea, and some strange things could also be seen.
"Have you seen them? Being here and not disappearing is not necessarily a good thing. The end they want will come only after a long, long time. Even if they are swallowed by monsters, they still won't disappear. It's too miserable.
.
So, everyone wants to go up there, no matter what’s up there.”
"We can only fight for the flow?"
"Yeah, I just got to this position by fighting for my success step by step. It's just one step away."
"Then I didn't do anything, why are I here?"
"..." Jia was speechless. After hesitating for a moment, he said, "Maybe I pulled you here. After all, you will become the protagonist of my story. It is my story."
"Has anyone ever jumped out through the current?"
"How would I know."
This was said so confidently that Qin Yang didn't know how to say it for a moment.
After being silent for a long time, Qin Yang asked.
"How did you die?"
"My Tao is too strong and I have lost control." Jia looked sad.
"At the beginning, I could already write a life for a mortal, and I watched that mortal walk through his life according to my story.
Later, slowly, the Tao I mastered became stronger and stronger. I made one of my enemies live a miserable life, and after his death, he was turned into a gold-armored corpse.
In the end, I became stronger and stronger, and I found that my Tao was much stronger than I thought.
But at that time, I could no longer look back, because at that time, my own story had turned into a story.
I wanted to change a dilemma, so the story I wrote for myself turned into reality and resolved the dilemma.
But later on, it completely got out of control, so the rest of the story appeared on its own, and my book wrote me to death."
"Awesome."
Qin Yang gave a thumbs up and praised him sincerely.
Write your destiny, a real boss.
"Don't be discouraged. It's not that you're not powerful enough, it's that the outside world simply doesn't allow someone as powerful as you to appear."
"Yes, I didn't understand until I died. If I had known earlier, I would have learned from others, practiced calligraphy, painting, and played musical instruments. At least the path I chose was not that strong, and it would have made it easier for me to approach the path."
When you are not so strong, you want to control the fate of living beings. It would be strange if you don't get backlashed by fate.
"Do you know the painter or the musician?" Qin Yang was so shocked that he quickly raised his hand and said, "Disrespectful, it turns out he is a big shot from ancient times."
As early as when he knew Xiu Niang, Qin Yang knew that in ancient times, some human races, although they did not have the same skills as the Twelve Masters, they seemed to be only one step away from the realm of the Twelve Masters.
The last step like a chasm.
The person in front of me, whose name is unknown in the records, may be that person from that time.
He is not well-known, but in the dark, he writes the fate of someone unknown with a big pen.
If he really becomes enlightened, he might really become one of the twelve masters, and he might even be the strongest one.
"What's wrong with being a big boss? I'm just a family. I've even forgotten my own name." The family waved their hands indifferently.
"I forgot my name. Do you have a pen name? You can also use a nickname or something. You won't be writing a story just for yourself, right?"
"Home is." Jia pondered for a long time: "It seems that I have used other names before. When I was writing a life story for a mortal, I happened to be eating fried dough sticks, so I wrote that guy was a fried dough sticks man, and then I named myself
A nickname for a Youtiao Sanren."
"What a bad name."
After making a complaint, Qin Yang rummaged through it again, pulled out a jar of ashes of wine, poured a bowl for each of them, and added incense.
After sniffing several bowls of wine, I felt a little high, but I couldn't get rid of that feeling.
"What are your plans? Are you going to stay here forever? Waiting for the next person to compete?
Moreover, you are not sure whether Zhengliu can take the final step.
No one knows what the world will be like after leaping out of the past."
"I don't know either. Before you came, all I remembered was Zhengliu. I almost forgot everything else. I'm also tired of it. If this goes on endlessly, don't you still have the power from outside?
?
You try, can you erase me? I don’t want to continue, I can’t see hope, and I can’t completely turn it into nothingness.”
"Forget it, there's no need to try, it's useless, but I can kill all your memories." Having said this, Qin Yang shook his head again.
"Forget it, you still have yourself now. It may be useless to cut off your memory. A big guy like you, who cares about you and cannot forget you, must still be alive, such as those few
Twelve masters, they must not be completely dead. As far as I know, the puppet master is definitely still alive."
"Puppet Master, that guy who is not very gregarious, is actually quite nice..." More and more of the family's memories are revived, and the whole person becomes more and more vivid.
After the two had a good chat, Qin Yang did not continue to be stingy about the inventory. He used the Lingguo Lingjiu and the unfinished Yudao Lingmai in the last inventory to make melon seeds.
Qin Yang had a great time chatting. The other party had read most of his stories and understood him very well. He listened to his boasts and said that before he started to practice, he loved to listen to operas and read stories in scripts, and later he felt itchy.
Unbearable, I wrote it myself, and it is especially popular in the mortal realm.
The two of them chatted from life to death, thinking about what it would be like to jump out of the black sea of sinking, and what it would be like to jump out of that curtain.
They were debating which was better, the food and wine of ancient times or the food and wine of Qin Yang's era.
Talking about a travel story, the places recorded actually contain great opportunities.
We talked about the tomb of Master Kanyu in Kuishan, the puppet master who came to pretend to be a puppet master, and the Emperor Taiwei and Emperor Taitian...
For the first time, Qin Yang chatted so freely and said freely that he no longer had to worry about any secrets and felt very happy.
Jia was knocking on the spirit wheat, but couldn't taste the flavor, so he chewed it carefully and repeatedly, just to find a feeling of being alive. Listening to Qin Yang blowing, he stretched his neck from time to time and took a sip of the spirit fragrance stuck in the spirit wine.
I don’t know how long we were chatting, but the family suddenly stopped.
He looked Qin Yang up and down and laughed like crazy.
He smiled and slapped his thigh.
"Wonderful! Why am I so smart? How did I come up with this idea?"
"Don't just drink, take some spiritual wheat." Qin Yang was a little drunk, stretched his neck, and took another big mouthful of spiritual incense. He couldn't bear to get rid of the feeling of drunkenness now. Use a little less of this stuff, it belongs to
It is a non-renewable resource.
But Qin Yang was ignored. His eyes shone, and his whole spirit seemed to be different. He was originally bald and had a dull look, and looked like a dead man about to die, but suddenly he became energetic and fierce.
Got up.
He stared at Qin Yang steadily.
"I can't write my own story, but I can write yours!
Hahaha, I am indeed a genius!
I haven't written a story for the dead yet.
The world of the living does not allow me to exist, so I will compose it again after death!"
The more he spoke, the more energetic he became, and his whole person seemed to come to life, and the miserable look of death on his face disappeared.
The broken pen that Qin Yang picked up flew out on its own, recovered in the divine light, and fell into Dao Jia's hands again.
He scratched his chest with his nails, dipped some black blood on the tip of his pen, and was about to start writing.
"Wait!" Qin Yang quickly stopped him.
"Don't stop me!" Jia said solemnly.
"I finally saw clearly that I can no longer jump out, and I can't write my own story.
But I can try and write a story for you that will make you jump out of the sky.
Let you get out of this situation where you can't live but die."
"you……"
As soon as Qin Yang opened his mouth, he was blocked by his family.
"Don't say it yet."
"Since you revived my angry memory, I discovered that in fact, all I cared about from beginning to end was the story I wrote. Even if I die, forget my name, forget all titles, I still remember the title of home.
What I care about is not my own ending at all.
You are now the protagonist of my story.
Your story is my story.
I want you to jump out. After you get out, maybe I can learn from the story what is above the sky.
If there is nothing, then you are just a pawn exploring the path. It is better for you to turn into nothingness than to live here without dying.
It would be a good thing if I failed to control it this time and the story came back to bite me and turned me into nothingness.