Chapter 595
Chapter 595
Chapter 595
Zhao Yi felt like he was a red bean popsicle thrown onto a scorching cement floor on a hot summer day.
If the intermittently rising black mist were rendered white, it would be a perfect match for my half-melted, half-dissolved self.
The bloodied head turned, its back refusing to let the ground hold it back, while its eyes were opened as wide as possible, covering the eyeballs that wanted to run away from home.
The lotus mark between Li's eyebrows had faded, and the pain on his face was gone, as if he had taken a nap again.
The moment Ming Ningshuang stepped back into the courtyard marked the successful end of this wave.
If it were someone else, another team, who witnessed this, they should feel a sense of relief at this moment, either counting their spoils, planning the next wave, or simply enjoying a mental break.
But Zhao Yi was different. For him, the most important work and the greatest leisure was lighting a cigarette, placing the book by the man surnamed Li on his lap, and reading it.
He noticed that a new edition of the book had been released.
The earliest one he had ever read was "Code of Conduct for Walking Along the River," which was a collection of exercises compiled and summarized by an outstanding student.
He had pre-ordered the "Chasing the Ancestors Secret Exam Papers" before this wave even started, which were about to arrive and contained predictions and test questions from excellent teachers.
But just now, as the boy looked up at the sky, he played chess with Ming Ningshuang across the threshold, which meant that the person surnamed Li had entered the question-setting group.
Well, the "Secret Scrolls of Tracing Ancestors" that I worked so hard to obtain, before I even had a chance to open it, has already become the old version.
Unfortunately, time cannot be reversed, otherwise Zhao Yi really wanted to go back to when his ancestor was writing notes, and have a good discussion with his ancestor Zhao Wuyang: It's true that you should climb mountains, but have you ever seen a mountain that can keep growing on its own?
This mountain is like a child who hasn't reached adulthood; if you don't see it for a while, it will suddenly grow taller.
After completing the sealing, Li Zhuiyuan walked out of the courtyard and came to Zhao Yi.
Ming Ningshuang has been temporarily separated and sealed back into her various rooms. The remaining steps need to be paused for now, and she needs to return to her own body.
It wasn't that Li Zhuiyuan was deliberately trying to use his image to "marry" Ming Ningshuang, but rather that his current body was becoming unusable.
Zhao Yi looked at Li Zhuiyuan in front of him, but in fact he was also looking at "himself".
So, the idea that "I'd still recognize you even if you were burned to ashes" was just a load of rubbish.
Zhao Yi was so badly burned that he couldn't even recognize himself anymore.
The opening greeting wasn't the generic "Thank you for your hard work," but rather:
"Had fun?"
Li Zhuiyuan nodded.
Immediately, Li Zhuiyuan closed his eyes, severed the golden thread, and ended the control. The dragon spirit also flew out and returned to the sleeping boy.
Zhao Yi retrieved his body, which had been ravaged and ruined beyond recognition.
After a quick self-check,
The good news is: the configuration is still there.
Once he recovers from his injuries, Zhao Yi's strength will have increased by two levels compared to before he set off from Lushan, and this improvement is the most direct and noticeable enhancement in his physical physique.
For other improvements, you need to consider the application scenarios, but physical enhancements can be used in many ways.
The bad news is: the injury is more serious than we imagined.
The most outrageous thing is that this is not a model where you can use a little bit after it recovers a little bit. Instead, there is a bottomless pit in the early stages. If you don't fill this pit first, you can only lie on a stretcher like a useless person.
Even those domesticated and free-range outsiders are willing to lend me their merits. I don't lack merits to heal my injuries. Spending money... also takes time. Even if opportunities to heal come knocking on your door one by one, in this obviously shortened interval of traveling along the river, I won't have time to recover to the point of being able to take care of myself.
Under normal circumstances, Zhao Yi's injuries would have warranted a second surrender long ago; he would have been theoretically rendered useless.
After regaining consciousness, Li Zhuiyuan first entered the depths of his own mental consciousness.
Upon entering, Li Zhuiyuan found himself standing on the tip of a roof.
The one standing on the pointed roof opposite is the main body.
Beneath the surface, large shadows swam, not as big as whales, but far smaller than ordinary fish.
The sculptures on the main body were swept out of the basement by the flood. Some floated on the water, while others were repeatedly swallowed and spat out by large fish.
A small boat drifted by.
There was a small desk at the bow of the boat, and a pile of clay and carving tools at the stern.
The resentment within him has accumulated to a dangerous level, and for a long time to come, he will be working and learning on this small boat.
Li Zhuiyuan stared at the original body.
No one spoke.
Li Zhuiyuan won this round; if it were the real body, it would definitely not have won.
But this does not mean that the entity will lose, because it will avoid risks and ensure that it does not lose.
A silent meeting: beginning, exchanging ideas, and concluding.
An excessive level of rationality and wisdom has created this absurd scene, where even when it is a dialogue with oneself, a direct exchange with one's inner self... one can still choose to skip steps.
If in the past it was because they were targeted and suppressed by the Heavenly Dao, forcing the inner demon and the main body to put aside their contradictions and unite against the outside world;
From this point onward, the two sides diverged in their approaches.
As the inner demon, Li Zhuiyuan will be responsible for pursuing victory, winning a normal century for the revival of Qinliu and for himself and his partners;
The main body will be responsible for providing a safety net, ensuring a basic minimum standard, which is the ability to overturn the table when necessary.
Both sides are satisfied with their new positioning, and even though their routes are different, they can still be dialectically unified.
In reality, Li Zhuiyuan opened his eyes, ending his afternoon nap.
I was a little overworked, but my body recovered from the fatigue after resting, and overall, I'm in pretty good shape.
Lying in front of the boy was Zhao Yi.
The tattered dragon skin, wrapped around tattered flesh, would cause scavengers to frown and curse as "what a piece of junk" when they pulled it out.
Zhao Yi held up one of his fingers, looking at the peeling skin that was curling open in all directions, and asked:
"Hey Li, are you hungry? Want a piece of fried chicken skin?"
Li Zhuiyuan shook his head.
"Yes, the chicken skin needs to be fried a little longer, until it's crispy and fragrant. It tastes pretty good with some sweet chili sauce."
No matter how severe the injury, the negative effects of a body that has been infused with living beings will still exist, and will only be stronger.
Zhao Yi wasn't just joking; he was telling the boy in this way that he, Zhao Yi, could handle this side effect.
After sucking on his fingertip, Zhao Yi exclaimed:
"So, the one under the peach grove had such a hard time."
He experienced this pain, but his pain was still manageable and hadn't reached the critical point. Qing'an, on the other hand, had long since exceeded the critical point by a thousand or ten thousand times.
Even so, other people only have memory loss, and he can still drink tea and play the zither. He didn't commit suicide because he was afraid that if he didn't completely suppress and kill himself, he would create a catastrophe after his death.
Li Zhuiyuan: "You shouldn't have said that to me."
Zhao Yi: "Yes, I plan to talk to him after I return to Nantong. Didn't he say that I look a lot like him? I want to show him that I look even more like him now."
Perhaps, if they feel empathy and are happy, they might slip a little something extra for me.
Li Zhuiyuan: "Some people, when they look in the mirror, really dislike the other self they see."
Zhao Yi: "Thanks for the reminder. I almost got hung up and beaten again. Oh dear, you, surnamed Li, are really good at making the old man happy."
Li Zhuiyuan stood up.
Zhao Yi: "A Jing took Liang Yan and the others and ran away. They're probably as far away as possible right now. So, can you handle what's going on next?"
"We still have manpower."
Li Zhuiyuan reached out and patted the outer pocket of his backpack, and the talisman armor flew out.
"Officials and generals, kill them, don't let them cross the river!"
Without daring to strike a pose, General Sun quietly shouted the slogan while carefully picking up Zhao Yi from the puddle on the ground.
General Sun has now clearly defined his role: to do odd jobs when the young man is short-handed.
He can do any job; he's not picky. After all, it's extremely rare for a young man to be short-handed. If he couldn't even do this well, he wouldn't even have a chance to show his face in front of the Bodhisattva.
The sturdiness of the stone coffin on the altar was directly proportional to the strength of the soul spirit beneath the dome. Now, the last remaining soul spirit here had been completely transformed when Ming Qinyun died. The stone coffin, which even the combined efforts of all the guests on the periphery could not shake at all during her death, has now become ordinary.
Li Zhuiyuan pointed to the stone coffin.
General Sun understood and prepared to place Zhao Yi inside.
Zhao Yi reached out with difficulty and embraced General Sun's cold, armored neck, whispering:
"Hey, is this a place I can lie down?"
General Sun was startled, then realized he had misunderstood. He immediately gave Zhao Yi a grateful look.
"Sigh, serves you right for ending up in this mess."
General Sun could only force a smile and could not refute.
After carrying Zhao Yi on his back, He bent down, intending to lift the stone coffin.
Zhao Yi: "The old lady of the Ming family slept inside, so it's a bit dirty. We'll wash it with the divine fire first."
General Sun immediately used his divine fire to clean the inside of the coffin, then lifted the stone coffin with one hand, came to the entrance of the courtyard, and stood behind the boy.
Inside the courtyard, lanterns and decorations were hung, creating a festive atmosphere.
It's clear that every detail was meticulously planned; during those difficult years of longevity, Ming Ningshuang was constantly designing and dreaming about her wedding.
however,
The bride, who was about to get married, had her body divided into six pieces, and she would have to put it back together later.
The groom's side didn't send a sedan chair carried by eight men, but rather a coffin.
Ming Ningshuang's love for Wei Zhengdao perfectly embodies the literal meaning of love: "What is love? It is to be willing to die for each other."
I long for your return even after I die, and this instinct is strong enough to compel her, who is about to become a great evil spirit, to willingly enter the bridal chamber.
Zhao Yi: "I can't understand how she fell in love with him?"
Legend has it that the one Qing'an once followed was very similar to the one surnamed Li. Zhao Yi simply couldn't relate to him. It's impossible for a woman under the surnamed Li to fall in love with someone surnamed Li.
In Zhao Yi's view, although the relationship between the man surnamed Li and Miss Qin Li was so close that it went beyond love, it was not love.
Chen Xiyuan likes to hang out with people surnamed Li, but even if Li is her age, they will not develop a worldly love.
Then look at this Ming family aunt in front of her; she is completely immersed in the whirlpool of love, so deeply in love that she will never give up until death.
If she were just an innocent young girl, it wouldn't matter, but she was a favored daughter of heaven back then, a dragon king in name only.
Li Zhuiyuan: "Because of him, I've been acting all along."
Wei Zhengdao can play the role that everyone around him wants, a monster in human skin, whose skin can be changed according to his preferences.
The more you imagine what he is like, the more he will be like to you; the more you love him, the deeper your love for him will grow.
Li Lan manipulated Su Yizhou in this way even when she was just an ordinary person.
People like them don't see "playing a role" as a burden; on the contrary, they enjoy the feeling of treating the people around them as playthings that can be manipulated.
This was Wei Zhengdao's attitude towards Qing An, Ming Ningshuang, and their group at that time: exquisite and gorgeous toys with development potential that could continuously provide a sense of novelty.
Zhao Yi: "So, he actually doesn't love her."
Li Zhuiyuan did not respond.
Zhao Yi: "So, he came back to marry her to make up for his guilt towards her?"
After asking the question, Zhao Yi looked at the general carrying him with a puzzled expression and said, "Why are you so wet?"
General Sun's soul trembled, causing the temperature of his armor to drop and water droplets to condense on the outside.
He could sense the terrifying atmosphere in the courtyard. Now, that terrifying being was about to get married, and yet she was saying such an extremely unromantic thing at the door. How could it not be frightening?
Zhao Yi knew that even if the man surnamed Li had resealed Ming Ningshuang, and even if there was no real danger here, it was still inappropriate for him to say these things.
But he knew that the man surnamed Li needed to judge the right path by his own standards, so he was deliberately helping the man surnamed Li to clarify his thoughts and analyze the situation.
If it weren't necessary, the man surnamed Li would have told himself "shut up" from the very beginning.
After a long silence, Li Zhuiyuan shook his head: "He's dead."
This time, it was Zhao Yi's turn not to respond.
Li Zhuiyuan: "His death proves that he succeeded; he cured his own illness."
Then he wouldn't act anymore, wouldn't try to revive her briefly just to make things perfect, and wouldn't sign that marriage certificate again.
He didn't like her back then, but his memory should be as good as mine. When they were together, Ming Ningshuang loved Wei Zhengdao, a man devoid of emotion and cold to the core.
Later, as Wei Zhengdao gradually treated, improved, and recovered from his illness...
During his extremely long pursuit of suicide, he relied on his memories to pass the time.
Li Zhuiyuan can remember every day and every moment from childhood to the present. When analyzing problems, the boy can recall his memories and focus on those points that he wrote down but did not pay attention to at the time. Wei Zhengdao can definitely do the same.
Therefore, he was constantly reminiscing about that past memory, touching, perceiving, and rekindling his love for Ming Ningshuang.
Burying her with him was Wei Zhengdao's choice to follow his heart. He had deceived her while she was alive, and he would never deceive her again after she died.
The gray and white atmosphere is filled with a sense of regret. Two people who truly love each other, but their love happens at different times.
In the eyes of the young man, Wei Zhengdao had always been a good teacher. Although he was blocked by the Heavenly Dao because of him, it was also because of him that he was able to see clearly the wrong path.
Li Zhuiyuan stepped into the courtyard.
"Place the stone coffin into the main house."
"Here!"
After placing the stone coffin in the main room, General Sun stood upright, not daring to look at the exquisite human head placed on the table beside him.
Li Zhuiyuan first tidied up the bed, then went out and walked through the various rooms in the courtyard and around the well, piecing together all the parts of the body that he had previously sealed and that had automatically disassembled back onto the bed.
Ming Ningshuang returned to her complete form, showing no signs of abnormality, as if she had been sleeping here all these years.
There were imperfections, such as the wounds on her arms and the cracks on her chest caused by the boy's punches, but the overflowing blood made her wedding dress even more vibrant red.
The sealed corpse was of normal human weight, which was not a problem for Li Zhuiyuan, who was working hard to improve his physical fitness.
After all, the boy had carried Sister Chen, who was seriously injured or drunk, several times before, so he was experienced.
After placing Ming Ningshuang in the stone coffin, Li Zhuiyuan signaled General Sun to close the lid and lift the coffin.
There were no unnecessary ceremonies or procedures; it was quiet and serene. The young man walked in front and left the main house first, followed by General Sun carrying the coffin.
However, just as General Sun carried the stone coffin out of the main house, the atmosphere in the courtyard suddenly changed.
The doors to the two side rooms were opened, and three illusory figures walked out from inside.
These three illusory figures were dressed in the traditional attire of the Ming family, exuding extraordinary bearing. Just by standing there, they radiated an air of disdain and arrogance. These were the three... Dragon Kings of the Ming family.
Mingcheng Tower, Ming Yuqing, Ming Zhiwang.
In the separate room, Li Zhuiyuan saw their names carved on stone tablets. Historically, it was these three Ming family dragon kings who helped Ming Ningshuang achieve liberation from the cycle of immortality.
These three illusory figures could not possibly be the spirits of the Dragon King. The Dragon King spirit of the Ming family had long since chosen to give back to the martial world because it no longer wanted to protect its current descendants.
These are spiritual traces deliberately left here by the three Dragon Kings. They are harmless, useless, and posed no threat, and therefore have no presence. Even Li Zhuiyuan could not detect their existence before.
Their only purpose is to be triggered when Ming Ningshuang is lying in the stone coffin and being carried out for her wedding.
The three illusory figures of the Dragon King bowed and paid their respects to the stone coffin being carried by General Sun.
General Sun: "..."
As the Dragon King, he is undoubtedly the strongest in the martial arts world today, and even those ancient beings cannot make him bow down.
However, Ming Ningshuang is the founder of the Ming family's lineage. Even if Chen Yunhai is not the Dragon King, the three spirits of the Chen family's Dragon Kings must pay homage to him as a junior.
These are three...
No, there's more.
One after another, illusory figures emerged from the separate room.
The three who helped Ming Ningshuang escape were the first three, but the Dragon Kings of the Ming family have all come here to pay their respects and left their own spiritual traces.
At this moment, two rows of Dragon King figures stood on either side of the entrance to the courtyard.
They came to participate in their great-aunt's wedding and to celebrate her joyous occasion.
Kings never meet; every generation of Dragon Kings is lonely.
Once they entered the courtyard, they would surely be able to deduce the great-aunt's current (previous) strength. Knowing that their great-aunt had not lit a lamp, they would definitely be very curious about the man that their great-aunt worshipped, who was also the one she was waiting for with such devotion.
Unfortunately, although Wei Zhengdao had been here before, he was unable to take Ming Ningshuang away for some reason, and the Ming family dragon kings were unable to "see" him.
However, given the current situation, someone had to step forward and return the greeting on Wei Zhengdao's behalf.
In some ways, no one in the world is more suitable to take on this job than Li Zhuiyuan.
The boy walked to the center of the courtyard and bowed to the figures of the Dragon Kings on both sides.
Since he is here on behalf of Wei Zhengdao to fetch the bride, the Qin Liu family ceremony is inappropriate.
The figures of the Dragon Kings were drawn together by the energy and faced Li Zhuiyuan.
Zhao Yi looked at this scene and really didn't know how to describe it.
This is the second time that the man surnamed Li has faced the Ming family's Dragon Kings. As someone who is determined to overthrow the Ming Dragon Kings, he has always managed to get along with them amicably.
No sooner had they driven the former head of the Ming family to the point of committing suicide to release evil spirits than they busied themselves with welcoming the Ming family's aunt out for her wedding.
Something that seems out of place actually feels harmonious.
Indeed, if our ancestors hadn't needed to suppress that evil dragon that was causing trouble in Jiujiang in their old age, they probably wouldn't have bothered to create this damned Jiujiang Zhao clan.
After exchanging greetings, the dragon king's phantoms smiled and said they would disappear completely once the stone coffin was removed from the room.
After Li Zhuiyuan straightened up, he discovered that a new figure had appeared by the gate at some point.
Zhao Yi also noticed it. He was equally unsure how this new figure had appeared. The only explanation was that it was also a spiritual trace, and the trigger condition was that it appeared after the figures of the Dragon Kings, as if the relatives had been dealt with and now it was the friends' turn.
"Who is this guy surnamed Li?"
Li Zhuiyuan did not answer, because he did not know either.
However, the boy realized that the spot where he was standing was the place where the marriage certificate had been burned after he stepped on it.
That marriage certificate contains a universe within a universe.
Therefore, although the names on the marriage certificate were written by Ming Ningshuang and Wei Zhengdao themselves, the marriage certificate itself must have a different origin.
Moreover, it was impossible for Wei Zhengdao not to notice the problem with the marriage certificate; he tacitly accepted its existence and even believed that it should exist.
Li Zhuiyuan walked forward.
After being urged by Zhao Yi, General Sun also carried his coffin and followed.
Li Zhuiyuan approached the figure inside the threshold. The figure was blurry, and only when he got closer could he barely make out some details.
It was a young man, tall and thin, with a vacant look in his eyes and blood flowing from his seven orifices. This was the painful state he was in after forcibly walking here under the pressure of his soul.
If one insists on considering him as a "mysterious figure" who is qualified to be recognized by both Ming Ningshuang and Wei Zhengdao, he is clearly not qualified.
At the very least, you should have walked here with a composed demeanor and a normal posture, instead of looking so disheveled.
But since he dared to leave his spiritual trace here, it means he felt he was qualified to take his seat in front of all the Dragon Kings.
Li Zhuiyuan stretched out his right hand, his fingertips shimmering with golden threads, as he tried to touch the figure.
Upon contact, the figure distorted, like ripples on the water's surface. The figure changed its appearance, or rather, Li Zhuiyuan deduced its spiritual essence.
This is a scholar dressed in Confucian robes, holding a book, with a warm smile on his face, as calm and composed as if he were attending an old friend's wedding.
Li Zhuiyuan recalled the names of two other people that Ming Ningshuang had mentioned to herself: Fairy Maiden and Bookworm.
This person's image is definitely not that of a fairy maiden; then he must be that bookworm.
He was one of the four who had once followed Wei Zhengdao, and he had also been here.
If we sort out the timeline, first Ming Ningshuang suppressed herself and waited for immortality in this small courtyard, then this bookworm came, and finally Wei Zhengdao arrived here.
It was this bookworm who handed the marriage certificate to Ming Ningshuang. It was probably this marriage certificate that made Ming Ningshuang decide to end her immortality and wait in a clean way after death.
The bloody handprints and claw marks inside the inner courtyard gate indicate that Ming Ning Shuang's lifespan must have been quite long. Does that mean this bookworm has also achieved immortality?
No, if he had also chosen immortality, he should have come in person instead of using this body. The original owner of this body clearly did not have the ability to withstand the pressure of the soul's power to get here. He relied on something else to forcefully walk here and complete the delivery of the marriage certificate.
Li Zhuiyuan reached his hand further into the figure, the golden thread continuing to spread and accelerating the deduction.
The boy had a premonition that he would most likely encounter and come into contact with Wei Zhengdao's followers in the future.
If he becomes the Dragon King, that era sealed in history will surely unfold before him.
Of course, the young man was not naive enough to think that just because everyone was related, they were destined to be harmonious when they met. People change, and even if people don't change, the legacy they leave behind will change.
For example, could Ming Ningshuang have imagined that after the Ming family she left behind grew into the Dragon King Clan, it would stand on the opposite side of Wei Zhengdao's successor and fight to the death?
In comparison, Li Zhuiyuan would rather they had left behind a legacy rather than survive to this day. If Ming Ningshuang had endured hardship to this day, she might have already changed.
Not everyone can have such terrifying self-control as Qing An. Qing An once said that Zhao Yi was like him in the past, but he never said that Lin Shuyou was like him.
Li Zhuiyuan himself couldn't imagine what Runsheng, Lin Shuyou, and the others would become if they lived for another thousand years or so.
Runsheng will probably still listen to me, and Ayou and Tongzi probably will too... But what if I'm already dead?
Similarly, when Wei Zhengdao was alive, they were one way; but if Wei Zhengdao died, they would no longer be bound by these rules.
This bookworm, delivering the marriage certificate, his mental traces resurfaced here, like a hidden pawn dropped in advance in Li Zhuiyuan's view.
It was a joyous occasion for his partner, but at the same time, when this secret was revealed, it also marked the final verdict on Wei Zhengdao's death!
Because he knew that only Wei Zhengdao's death could trigger the holding of this wedding.
The phantom image dispersed as the golden threads repeatedly pulled it apart. Its initial thin, tall, and dull appearance, as well as its scholarly appearance, were rapidly fading away. Before it completely disappeared, Li Zhuiyuan saw a piece of paper.
This piece of paper, hidden deep inside his body, is the reason why that tall, thin young man was able to successfully and recklessly get here.
This also reminded Li Zhuiyuan of another person who also had a piece of paper inside his body... Little Fatty Wang Lin.
This tall, thin man was Wang Lin's predecessor from countless generations ago. He was from a mysterious force that would send someone with each generation to erase all memories and travel the river using this piece of paper, illuminating the vast and profound heritage contained on it with their merits.
The founder of that power was this bookworm.
Even Li Zhuiyuan couldn't help but wonder at this moment: Is living in written records a kind of immortality?
Putting aside this doubt, there is an even bolder conjecture:
Having recovered from her illness much earlier than Wei Zhengdao, she was already making arrangements for the end of her and her companions' lives. So, would Wei Zhengdao, who was finally cured, try to make up for her mistakes from back then?
With the help of the three generations of Ming family dragon kings, Ming Ningshuang was able to break free from immortality; Wei Zhengdao died in Siyuan Village, which is where Qing'an suppressed himself. Qing'an, you don't need to do anything for him; he is silently waiting for death.
So, what about the other two?
Besides the goal of achieving immortality, could living on paper also be a form of hiding?
……
"Hmph hmph hmph~ Hmph hmph hmph~"
Little Fatty Wang Lin hummed a song as he laid out his kitchen utensils by the stream, washing pots, bowls, and vegetables.
Although this wave came rather hastily, it passed smoothly, mainly thanks to the help given to that person in the previous wave, for which many benefits were received afterward, including cultivation techniques, secret manuals, materials, and equipment...
For someone who started his journey across the river with only a piece of paper and a dilapidated temple, this was like a game-changer, greatly improving his fundamentals and giving him a significant advantage over the current level of competition.
Master Wang, who loves life, has a habit of treating himself to a delicious meal after each trip.
After cleaning up, he started making soup, which takes quite a long time, so he had to wait. He would stir-fry the vegetables just before the soup was almost done, so that the three dishes and soup would be served together, which would be the most delicious way.
After adding firewood, he spread out his bedding from the bamboo basket, lay down, crossed his legs, and planned to take a nap. He also intended to use the merit he had earned in this wave to copy down some lost recipes from the paper.
In the past, when he used his merit points to exchange for recipes for dishes and desserts because he loved to eat, he was somewhat hesitant and dared not go too far, fearing that it would affect his strength improvement and cause him to die in the next wave, after which he would never be able to eat them again.
Now, he only needs to use his merits to scan the catalog names, then record these names and go to Nantong to compare and exchange them. By exchanging what he has and what he doesn't, he can exchange fewer merits for the cultivation method he needs, and thus have plenty of "spare money" to look at the menu.
"What cuisine should we try this time?"
Wang Lin held a piece of paper in his left hand and a pen in his right, preparing to take notes. He didn't need to do this; the area illuminated by merit on the paper was as if it were engraved in his mind. That person didn't need to collect any menus either, but since he was going to Nantong anyway, this was a gift Wang Lin prepared to give to the white rat.
After several encounters, Wang Lin and the white rat developed a good relationship. The chubby boy knew he was an oddball and never trusted others, but the white rat was an exception. It wasn't because the white rat wasn't human, but because it really resembled a human.
However, the leisurely singing soon stopped. Wang Lin's face was contorted with bulging veins and cold sweat. He frantically scribbled on the paper with his pen, the tip of which kept tearing through the paper, sending scraps of paper flying everywhere.
"what!"
As if waking from a nightmare, Wang Lin sat up abruptly, his body trembling, his face filled with terror and confusion.
He didn't know why this was happening; he had illuminated the paper with his merits countless times in the past, and had never seen anything like it before.
Wang Lin swallowed hard, picked up the notebook in his hand with lingering fear, and mustered up the courage to look at it.
Just now, no matter how he examined it in his mind, from top to bottom, front to back, this paper, which should have contained everything, was densely filled with only three words, just like the notes he had copied into his notebook:
"He's dead! He's dead! He's dead!"
(End of this chapter)