The Fool of the Gods

Something went wrong!

A big problem!

Although Cheng Shi walked easily, his heart was tense.

Because ever since the dice of fate jumped just now, he has been hearing a faint voice echoing in the depths of his mind.

The voice seemed to come from the deepest part of consciousness, and it seemed to come from the ethereal nothingness, intermittent and vague.

Cheng Shi listened attentively for a long time, but could only hear a female voice, but couldn't hear what she said.

This made Cheng Shi very panic.

This time it really sounded like a dirty thing!

In an experimental field that studies "truth" and explores laws, hearing a ghostly voice like a ghost's cry, how can you think about it is not right?

He glanced at the scholars around him and saw that no one was paying attention to him. He then looked at his teammates and found that they had left long ago.

So, while there was no one, Cheng Shi took two quick steps, climbed down the ladder to a sparsely populated trail, and found a corner to hide.

He must first determine what this woman who kept screaming in his mind is, so that he can decide whether to fight ghosts or collect information.

But what he didn't expect was that when he came to the corner, the voice in his mind became clearer.

Cheng Shi nervously pressed the [Death] ring in his hand and looked around. After confirming that there was no one around, he concentrated and listened to the female voice.

Then, he heard a hazy... song:

"The dead have not closed their eyes for a long time... The skeleton whispers... hums...

This is... His kingdom, after death... is rebirth...

Come back my warrior... This requiem melody... is a triumphal song dedicated to you!"

As the lyrics of this melody became clearer and clearer, Cheng Shi's heartbeat became faster and faster, as if something was calling him to go to an unknown world.

Cheng Shi was horrified. He pinched his wrist, feeling the increasingly powerful pulse, and his expression was nervous.

"Oh no, the debt collectors are here!"

Brother, I just wrote the IOU, why are you here to collect the debt?

Can you give me two days' grace? I'm not going to pay it back.

Don't be anxious!

If you're anxious, I'll be anxious too.

Seeing his heartbeat getting faster and faster, Cheng Shi gritted his teeth and gave himself a calming spell.

He exhaled heavily twice and began to check his physical condition. At the same time, his eyes, ears and nose were all overclocked to look around to see if he had been tricked by someone.

If someone had to do something, it could only be the disappeared Hu Wei.

Because Bai Fei wanted to kill him, there was no need to do these tricks. He could probably not catch it with a direct arrow.

And Yan Chun was still a little naive, and it was impossible for him to do it so covertly.

But even if it was Hu Wei who did it, what did he want to do?

What did he want to get from him?

Cheng Shi thought back to the past and was very sure that he had never revealed any information or stepped into any language trap, so he should not have caused Hu Wei to act so impatiently.

So, what went wrong?

He frowned and began to think, and in order to verify the influence of the environment, he moved his position again.

However, just as Cheng Shi left this corner and walked towards the other end of the trail, he suddenly found that the voice in his mind became clearer as he approached the giant tree in the center of the experimental field!

He paused suddenly and looked up at the behemoth in front of him.

He didn't notice it when the sound was rustling, but now that he was standing close, Cheng Shi immediately felt that the whispering in his mind seemed to come from the direction of this towering tree.

Conjugate whisper! Conjugate whisper?

So, it whispers like this?

Cheng Shi's face condensed, and he took a tentative step towards the giant tree.

As expected, as he took this step, the voice in his mind became louder.

Could it be that...

This giant tree is related to the adult on the throne?

Otherwise, how to explain that a virtual and real tree planted by a scholar of the Tower of Reality actually whispered the ballad of [Death]?

And, this voice... seems familiar.

Cheng Shi frowned and began to recall where he had heard this voice, but at this moment, the dice of fate in his chest pocket jumped again without warning.

Cheng Shi was startled, he covered his chest with one hand and secretly picked up the dice.

But the moment his fingers touched the dice, Cheng Shi's entire consciousness was instantly sucked away by nothingness.

And his body remained in place, still behaving naturally.

The unconscious body just stood there with his head down, touching his chest, frowning and thinking.Although he stood there motionless, he looked no different from the scholars around him who were thinking about the truth.

...

This journey of consciousness was different from the past. Cheng Shi felt that he had been floating in the darkness for a long time before he found a beam of light in the direction of the song.

When he was hesitant about whether to jump into the light, another familiar voice came from the other side of the light.

It was this voice that made Cheng Shi suddenly think of something. He was shocked and then dived into the light.

...

"Come back, my warrior! This requiem is dedicated to you...

The triumphal song!"

"..."

"Qing... Sister Qing, this is the seventh time. Is it really useful?"

A melodious female voice sounded, with a little doubt and confusion in her tone, but there was no doubt.

Perhaps she was just curious why this prop did not play its due role.

"It must be useful!"

The lady called Sister Qing bit her teeth lightly, her face pale.

In her hand, she held a golden mask, which was splattered with eye-catching blood spots. Her hands, which were tightly holding the mask, were white and trembling slightly, indicating that her mood at the moment was not as sure as she said.

The dim firelight danced on her face, changing with her expression again and again.

She hesitated.

She was not sure!

Although she was confident that she would never misjudge anyone, she really couldn't see through the man who gave her the golden mask.

But now, the situation is critical, and there is no other way. She can only try her best.

If she is going to give up, then what should these companions she brought with her do?

So, it is far from time to give up!

Fang Shiqing! Don't give up yet!

That's right, the lady who sang the tune of [Death] in a low voice was Cheng Shi's former teammate, Fang Shiqing, who wanted to recruit him to join the Firebringer!

And the two teammates standing beside her were also injured, looking at her with a solemn look.

It seemed that the whole team's hope was placed on the mask in her hand.

Seeing Fang Shiqing want to try again, the male companion behind her patted her shoulder, shook his head and said solemnly:

"Sister Qing, your 'Bone Soldier' ​​pages are running out. If you continue to use them, I will be the only one left in the front and will not be able to stop their attack. You..."

Fang Shiqing turned around, and the light of hope bloomed in her eyes that were full of hesitation just now. She looked at her companions behind her and comforted them:

"Don't be afraid. Any props that involve beyond common sense will always encounter some problems that we cannot understand when using them.

I am not pinning my hopes on an illusory summon, but in our current state, we really can't Hold on.

Even if these bone soldiers can withstand the enemy's charge, the problem is...

We are too weak.

My healing pages have run out, and we urgently need a priest.

Now it seems that this mask is the only one.

Well, I thought of a possibility.

Maybe the grade of the 'bone soldier' ​​page is too low to trigger its effect, and it cannot carry a high-grade 'player puppet'.

It doesn't matter, I still have a 'skeleton warrior', which is a talent of [Death] Faith S level, if... "

"No!"

Fang Shiqing was interrupted by the male companion before she finished speaking.

"That page is your last resort to save your life. We can die here, but you can't.

Sister Qing, the fire bearer cannot lose the firewood seeker, just as the flame cannot lose the firewood!

If we die, there will be countless of us in the future, but you are the only firewood seeker left now...

For the fire bearers, for everyone's hope, Sister Qing, you can't die."

"I..."

Fang Shiqing knew it well, but it was so cruel for her to abandon her teammates and live alone until the end of the trial.

She didn't want this, so she wanted to fight.

The singer of [Truth] tightly grasped the golden mask in her hand, and after a moment of hesitation, a decisive look flashed in her eyes.

"I... still want to give it a try...

This is not a useless mask. Although he rejected my invitation, I... believe him.

He will not lie to me.

If we can really wake up a puppet of the forgotten doctor, it will be enough for all of us to hold on until the last moment!"

"But..."

The male companion wanted to say something, but at this moment, the corpse under the feet of the three people, which had not responded, suddenly opened its eyes.

The pair of bright eyes were like pearls embedded in rotten meat. As it opened, the corpse opened its eyes by itself.The skin and flesh fell off, and all the filth on the body was peeled off.

Under the skin, a brand new body slowly sat up.

He looked around and found the presence of three people.

Looking at the surprised eyes, the relieved eyes, and the shocked eyes, this "bone soldier" who was reborn in the corpse shook off the blood on his arms and spoke.

"Hey, thighs, you are wearing cool clothes."

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