Rules-based ghost talk game

"Relax your mind and I will take you away."

"With my protection, hanging upside down can't do anything to you."

"You can trust me."

Wang Yi's words were low and magnetic, like a professional late-night radio announcer.

Chen An listened to the voice floating in his ears, and his thoughts became a little hesitant for a moment.

Yes, a long time ago, one of Wang Yi's souls was a partner with himself a long time ago.

If Wang Yi wanted to do something to him, he would have died long ago.

If he has ill intentions towards me, there is no need to talk to him so much.

About the conspiracy of hanging upside down, about the palace, about the truth, about the gods... He has told himself everything he can say and tell himself.

What's more, I have already chosen...

It's open.

It doesn't matter, just let him be.

Chen An closed his eyes.

He did not resist Wang Yi's spiritual power and allowed his soul to be completely open to Wang Yi.

"You are also very tired after walking all the way.

You may already be tired of these craziness and distortions,

Chen An, take a rest."

What you said is right, and it is exactly what I want.

Chen An was thinking in his mind, but listening to Wang Yi's words, he felt vaguely strange.

Wang Yi continued:

"I will take your place,

Complete this endless journey."

"!"

Chen An suddenly opened his eyes,

Can,

But he found that his soul was...

slowly,

dissipate.

"you..."

Wang Yi smiled gently, and his handsome face was covered with a faint haze. His face looked a little distorted at this moment. It was not a distortion of his expression, but more like...

Superimpose the expressions of many people on the same layer, and as the clarity continues to change, many faces will continue to change.

At this moment, Chen An saw a huge cross behind Wang Yi.

An old man with a thin body and white beard and hair, wearing tattered cloth, was hung upside down and nailed to the cross with dirty iron nails. His withered body was wrapped in yellowing cloth, and the edges of the cloth were windless.

Poor, the original hanging Lord.

Immediately afterwards, a shadow appeared behind Wang Yi again,

It was an indescribable shadow, like the aggregation of all chaos. Chen An could not describe the specifics of the shadow, because just by looking at it, Chen An felt that his soul was about to explode!

With just a glance, Chen An could only feel that it was a being who was breaking free from the shackles and tearing the shackles apart!

The unbound god!

Finally, what emerged behind Wang Yi was,

It is a blue-white, translucent staircase. This staircase is beautiful and has an illusion of being unreal.

Stairs appeared one step after another, spreading from Wang Yi's rear, surrounding them in a staggered and twisted manner, until they spread to the indescribable sky.

The stairs seemed to be trembling constantly and seemed to collapse at the next moment. No one dared to step in because it represented despair and fear.

At the end of the stairs, there is a black hole that seems to be able to swallow everything, just emerging in the sky.

Above this hut, the roof seemed to be broken by the broken starry sky, and the unclear feeling vaguely rendered all kinds of strangeness.

...

"The Hanging is looking for you, and He will become you, then find the truth and truly become God."

"He will also accept the endless authority."

"The honorific name of the Hanged One is the Unbound God. He is the god of the path of monsters. He is the evil god who killed the original Lord of the Hanged Man in the Third Age."

"He took away the authority of the original idiot-path god, and the unbound god replaced the original hanging lord."

"A hundred years ago, he found the original strange object on the path of the 'star' and became the 'Wandering Staircase'."

"At that moment, the Hanged Man became the god of the three paths and took over the authority of the three paths."

"But He couldn't take the next step and become a god in the true sense, because..."

"Because He needs truth."

"The palace is a secret organization founded by six incomplete and reincarnated gods. No one hopes that a real god will appear except himself, and no one hopes to hang upside down and swallow more power of the gods."

"If I hang you upside down and then devour you, it will be an endless power."

"Maybe if he wants to become a god in the true sense, he will no longer need the truth."

...

Therefore, what he told before was not the story of hanging upside down at all, but his own story.

He is cheating on me.

No, he didn't lie, because he,

It's "hanging upside down".

Chen An looked at Wang Yi, he should be scared now,

call...

never mind.

Tired.

There seemed to be a voice in my mind that kept saying to myself:

"You're going to die!"

"You're going to die!"

"This time, you are really going to die!"

"Death has no burial place, and the soul is annihilated and cannot be resurrected!"

"You will be devoured by Him!"

"You will never be you again!"

But Chen An's mood was unexpectedly calm.

He even regretted why he didn't ask whether the soul body could smoke when he was chatting with Wang Yi just now.

Every prisoner on death row has a last supper,

I just want to light up a cigarette, take a deep breath, and then spit in this thatched hut without any quality before I die.

After this, his eyes would be red and bloodshot, and he would look at Wang Yi with a trace of determination on his face, and then say in a tone of great sorrow and anger: "Kill me."

Then, end his life.

With things like this now, I always feel like I'm missing some worldly atmosphere, not real enough, and not fun enough.

"What are you thinking about?"

Wang Yi smiled, took a step towards Chen An, and grabbed Chen An's spiritual head with his right hand.

Chen An also smiled, with a touch of sarcasm on his lips:

"I just think you are more hypocritical."

"Huh?" Wang Yi raised his eyebrows.

"You said that when you face danger and madness, you will be very excited and happy, just like a Tiktok. You said that I am hypocritical, because I am completely different from the original Wu End. You told me a lot of knowledge, and

You deliberately used that accent to make me relax my vigilance against you.

But aren’t you doing all this just to eat me? Then, can I think that all the words you said before, as well as those discussions about philosophy,

It’s all just farts.”

Wang Yi's face darkened.

"Can the words of gods be called hypocrisy?"

He said in a low voice: "A long time ago, when I was the original Wang Yi, I did think that way, but... you can feel that one person's soul is superimposed on another person, and then superimposed again,

Overlay, overlay, overlay... Countless strange memories have been injected into your mind. These memories are integrated with your own memories. In the process, the concept of gender will become blurred, and all senses will become blurred.

and thoughts will become confused.

It took me eight hundred and sixty-three years to bring everything back to peace, so that I, Wang Yi's consciousness, could control everything."

I'm not lying to you, it's just that I was forced to do nothing, and I didn't want to be like this, but this is the best ending.

"Oh." Chen An nodded: "Poor man."

"Pitiful?"

"Well, eat me and think I pity you."

"..."

Wang Yi stopped talking nonsense to Chen An. As he exerted force with his right hand, the three phantoms behind him murmured, roared and ethereal tones amidst distortion and blur!

At this moment, Chen An seemed to "see" deep in his soul, there were bits of matter like black stardust, being peeled off...

Forget it, peel it off.

numb,

If you die, just die,

I have had enough of this fate of the endless traveler.

That's it, I don't care what the outcome is.

I don't even bother to ask, will I die after you strip it off? That's bullshit.

"So, after you strip it off, will I die?"

Well, Chen An still couldn't hold it back.

Wang Yi nodded: "You can't die anymore."

But at this moment, Wang Yi suddenly felt that he was in the mythical realm...

It was torn open by someone.

In Chen An's sight, beside Wang Yi and beside himself, a zipper appeared in the air.

Immediately afterwards, the zipper was opened from the inside.

A black leather boot stepped out.

Then, there are brown trousers, leather belt, white lining, and brown jacket.

The man's black trench coat was draped over his shoulders, rippling in the calm wind.

Chen An blinked,

Who are you?

But at this moment, something deep in his soul was faintly touched.

If nothing else...the dressing style of the man who came out of the zipper...and his aesthetic point of view are somewhat similar to mine.

I also like wearing a black trench coat.

Chen An raised his head and saw this man's face.

He has a slight beard, looks close to middle age, has brown eyes and black hair.

Just like myself.

Wang Yi, on the other hand, turned his head and looked at the man who suddenly appeared with cold eyes.

"Where did this thing come from? It dares to offend the majesty of the gods."

Wang Yi's voice is still the same, low and sexy.

The man glanced at him, then raised his right hand.

Right hand, make a fist.

Bang!

Wang Yi's figure flew out and hit the wall of the wooden house, along with the three shadows behind him, which dissipated in distortion at this moment.

And Chen An's soul suddenly relaxed, freed from the painful feeling of being stripped away.

The black stardust surged back crazily again.

"Hiss..." Chen An took a breath and looked at the man who appeared suddenly and unexpectedly.

I was ready to give up,

But why was he suddenly saved again?

This time I have no backup plan. I really don’t know this uncle.

Is this another fateful arrangement of Lao Shizi's "Endless Traveler"?

Stop farting...this guy was knocked upside down with one punch!

Is the spirit too weak...or is this guy too strong?

Chen An's mind was filled with thoughts. When he looked at the man's face in front of him, he always felt a little familiar.

It seems to be somewhat similar to myself.

The man spoke: "Long time no see."

Chen An blinked.

He hesitated for a moment, thinking that he should treat his savior with respect.

Perhaps this person is the "best friend" the Endless Traveler met when he was reincarnated in a certain generation.

Well, this is the only possibility.

A close friend who had not seen each other for a long time was looking for his former brother, but his former brother forgot about him after reincarnation.

Finally, when this brother faced a critical moment of life and death, his best friend arrived.

I just hope that Wu Zhongbie was a woman at that time.

Brotherhood is okay, but if it's love... Chen An feels that maybe he can feel aggrieved.

If this feeling is deep enough.

"Long time no see." Chen An smiled: "Brother, in which reincarnation are you my best friend? This time, thank you very much. Although I have forgotten many things, I believe that we can become very good brothers again.

"

"If you don't mind."

Chen An said this, but when the man heard it, his face looked a little strange.

The man coughed lightly and looked at Chen An with his brown eyes.

"My name is Chen Wudao."

Um?

The surname is Chen.

Chen An's face also looked a little strange.

Chen Wudao looked at Chen An and continued:

"You can also call it...

Father."