Chapter 894: The burial text: the ritual of worshipping corpses

Sky island.

Lao Wang stuck his waist out and cursed as he picked up the mushrooms. He almost filled the basket given by the young lady: "Niang Xipi is not kind to others. He doesn't pick it up when asked to pick it up, and eats it when others eat it." There are so many dogs in the same class, he has taken all the bamboo shoots on the mountain!"

Look up.

Lao Wang cursed again: "I've almost finished picking it up, but you got out of here, you——"

Halfway through his words, Lao Wang suddenly felt something was wrong. Why was Teacher Cang walking in such a strange way? He was as lost as a puppet on strings.

I saw Li Cang move to the monument of death, 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 to touch and hold 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 away by this weird force field, forming a huge sphere that expanded larger and larger toward the periphery.

Bang!

Lao Wang was struck in the face by the "worm ball" and stumbled to his knees. He was confused for a long time before he got up again.

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 in that weird posture.

"wrong!!"

The dizzy Lao Wang rubbed his eyes fiercely 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 frightened that his heart skipped a few beats. He almost rolled over and rushed towards Li Cang: "I'm fucking your mother, I'm fucking your mother 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 rough and polished ghost symbols on the surface of the ordinary, shabby, ancient stone tablet scratched Lao Wang's fingers. The sharp and cold touch made Lao Wang tremble all over. He saw through Li Cang's body that there was something on the tablet. Each word is being inked in order, stroke by stroke, and the gray and white ink marks on the engraved font are like wet marks.

"I'm so stupid."

Lao Wang didn't know what to say anymore, so he touched his waist almost instinctively. After touching the space, he remembered, would he have a hammer 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 tablet was a solid black tiger tearing out his heart.

"Boom~"

The ancient stone tablet was punched, but it sounded like a heavy echo like a Honglu bell, distant and empty, harsh and blurry.

Lao Wang screamed and went to cover his ears, but his hands were covered with blood.

"Electric Mouse, come and light a fire for me!"

A jet-black metal giant more than ten meters high, burning with evil fire and entwined with lightning, rose from the ground, with a heavy momentum like kicking the whole world and shattering the void.

The evil fire giant took a deep breath: "Heaven! Earth! Return!"

"Lao. Lao Wang?"

"Hold the grass, my waist."

Facts have proved that the evil fire giant still seems to have certain biological attributes. For example, when it suddenly deforms when concentrating, its waist will also make a cracking sound with muscles and bones twisting.

Li Cang's left hand pinched the center of his eyebrows, his eyes narrowed as if he was afraid of light, 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, has no substantial contact with the body, and 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's consciousness was still quite vague, and his face was full of absurdity. He murmured to himself with a bit of stuttering and lingering fear: "I seem to have had a dream, a very strange dream. In the dream, I It seems that I have killed you, Suo Zhihui, Li Laixi, Song Qiang, Jiaojiao, almost everyone we know, and even held a wedding with Rao, ahem, and saw Him."

"etc!!"

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"It doesn't matter whether 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 realized that he had made a mistake that he shouldn't have made

I, Timi, have lost my 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. Life is like weeds and death is like death. What harm do we two brothers have? 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 the best, I have no merit but hard work. I want to see the committee. Please tell me in detail. I want to hear the story to the end. I want to listen to the paid content!"

Li Cang

Li Cang has already begun to think about whether to seal or silence 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 are my mushrooms? I'm waiting to use them!"

"Mushrooms? What mushrooms?" Lao Wang saw the little lady's face change, and suddenly remembered: "Oh, mushrooms, yes, mushrooms, I have picked them all, they are where they came from."

Master Wang rushed to find the basket he used to hold the mushrooms. 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, it's over, the ball is dead now.

The time came a few minutes later.

Tai Xiaoyi asked in an incredible tone: "So you mean, Teacher Cang conspired with his death monument and nightmare to murder your mushroom?"

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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 mushrooms were so unusually important that he came to such an unreasonable and mind-numbing conclusion. .

"It's not a mushroom! 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 are my mushrooms?"

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Closed the loop on family members.

Tai Xiaoyi took Lao Wang away and beat him. It actually has nothing to do with mushrooms. Kong Jingqiao and Tai Xiaoyi's mother and daughter are first-class soft, except when they are blessed by the special environment of the kitchen. But if Kong Jingqiao is If he was truly a kitchen tyrant, then Tai Xiaoyi would only be at the Tianbao Ten Jiedao level if he inherited 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 very good. He is out of his mind and has a pale face. His whole person gives people an inexplicable feeling of loneliness and isolation from the world.

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, rituals, corpse]

The Book of the Dead is written by a living person and should be passed down by a living person. You have recognized the three characters of the death note. The inscription will stay with you forever, and your soul will know where it belongs.

That's all the explanation Xiaobizizi gave, 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 unfounded associations based on illusions, nightmares, or the world in memorial tablets are more fleeting than inspiration. The memories of scenes that have been "experienced" in the past are fading rapidly as time goes by. A vague, indescribable intuition 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.

The little coin boy refused mercilessly!

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, Li Cang found that the faster he forgot, the faster he forgot. 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——

I, 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 the dog's leg. While coiling the big magic wand, he said to himself: "Brother, tell me, is this the third line? Is it 3.0, brother?" Then this line is too outrageous. What have we done, Mr. 3.0 Big Bad?"

"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. He knew every stroke of the characters on it, but he couldn't understand them when they were put together, as if they shouldn't be. 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 drawings, and pointed at the messy distorted painting style and hastily written cursive characters on one of the papers, thinking: "The Rao family has no family tradition? Da Leizi and Suo Zhihui are together here? The plot from beginning to end is different from now! How to guess this?! Is it counted from the dead? Then the first person who died in my hands is not..."

"Yeh! I didn't draw it down"

Suo Zhihui failed to escape from the banquet hall, and his life or death is unknown; Lao Wang lay on the ground with blood, and his life or death is unknown; Rao Qifang was bitten by a zombie and suspected of corpse transformation. Li Cang swung his knife, but his life or death is still unknown.

"If the monument provides script guidance based on the death of someone, at least a plot with great similarity is needed to fit it. No, no, what am I guessing here? Do you really think you are the protagonist? The world revolves around you, and your motive is not pure"

"Motive?!"

Li Cang suddenly shuddered.

Is there a possibility that no matter the review mechanism of the monument or the other world line has become bad, it started with his murderous intention towards unnecessary people?

(Note: Chapter 857-Holding murderous intentions, smiling face)

It’s not that Li Cang feels that he has the aura of a protagonist, but this is the most abnormal and most worrying thing for Li Cang recently. After entering the orbit line, or since the disaster began, this is the only exception.

With the ambush of Suo Zhihui and others as the fuse, and with personal interests and Bei Lao silver coins as catalysts, Li Cang used the most extreme behavior to nakedly interpret what it means to kill the 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 has been from beginning to end.

But for Li Cang himself, this is very abnormal, even a little unlike him. After all, he is not a murderer, he has his own principles.

"So, if the world line connection is triggered here, will things get worse? Will it be like the ending of 3.0? Once the killing starts, there is no end."

The absurd and chaotic blurred scenes in the dream made Li Cang's soul throb, and the indelible and indescribable fear and horror always washed over his mind like a wave.

Perhaps in the eyes of others, he, Li Cang, has long been an absolute killer, a player with a completely empty SAN value, but Li Cang himself does not have such an idea. To be very sorry and shameless - he has killed countless people, but he has no regrets.

Yes, Li Cang is afraid, but he is not afraid of death itself.

Especially after the speculation about the relationship between Li Leisi and Lilith was confirmed, just like he implicated the people of the 11th and 13th battalions in the base, the reason is the same: I need something other than memory, a living thing to prove that I am still alive and I am still me.

(Note: See the 3rd collapse for speculation)

Li Cang's fear is a metaphysics.

What he fears most is actually 2.0 or even the 3.0 in the conjecture, that is, I am not me.

This seems to be a very philosophical question, but in the most popular and plain words, 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 painful: "Fuck it, I don't want to think about it anymore. Subjective conjecture is a disease and must be treated. Instead of that time, I might as well think about what these three words of extermination are useful for!"