Rules-based ghost talk game

"Um."

"Um?"

"Um???"

"you sure?"

"..."

"Wait a moment, I'll take my time..."

...

...

After Wang Yi made a poisonous oath with his soul to ensure that what he said before was true,

Chen An leaned against the bed, but felt as if his body had lost strength. He kept doing the cycle of inhaling, exhaling, inhaling, and breathing.

The result of this is dizziness caused by lack of oxygen.

Wang Yi leaned on a chair nearby and looked at Chen An with a hint of pity in his eyes.

Poor baby.

Hey, no, he's a pathetic guy.

Poor me.

He has a good father.

Where is my dad?

Wang Yi's eyes were dark, and his thoughts seemed to have drifted back to the beginning. At that time, he was not the reincarnation of the Hanged Lord, he was just a leisurely young man in the imperial capital.

He can be regarded as an anomaly among ordinary people, a kind of existence like the ancient monks in modern society.

However, later he experienced a lot and a lot happened. In the end, he discovered that his father and mother were the true love, and he was just an accident.

The ending also ended the story after he killed his parents with his own hands.

Look at Chen An again, tsk tsk tsk.

"Master, the last thing I said was that we wait for his return at the deserted church in Funong."

Wang Yi stood up, bowed slightly, and said: "Do you want to leave now, or?"

Chen An was startled, then raised his right hand.

Snapped!

I felt a burning pain on the right side of my face.

"I..." Chen An took a deep breath again, swallowed and closed his eyes.

"I need to take a moment first."

Wang Yi immediately said: "Yes, young master, I understand you. After all, no one can accept this kind of thing for a while. Then I will buy you something to eat and drink first. Do you have any requirements?"

"Anything is fine," Chen An said weakly.

"Okay, I'll take my leave now." Wang Yi walked out of the house. After he closed the door, his eyes flickered.

Chen Wudao went to find his boss and wanted to kill him.

If Chen Wudao really has the ability to become a god and he follows Chen Wudao, no, it should be said that such a transaction with Chen Wudao is very profitable.

After all, I haven't had enough of this damn fate.

You can't change the environment, you can only adapt, because you don't even have the capital to lift the table.

But when you find out, not only can you flip the table, but you can also be shot by the person who created this environment.

Wang Yi would do this without hesitation.

but...

Wang Yi pursed his lips,

There is a premise for all this, that is, Chen Wudao can come back alive.

Live, and come out of the kingdom of God hanging upside down.

Suddenly, Wang Yi thought of Chen An's previous actions, which was groping for something on the bedside...

Combined with Chen An's current state of mind, he immediately understood.

Then, when Wang Yigang was about to go downstairs, he saw a woman lying in the corridor.

A woman with short hair, wearing black pajamas, unconscious on the ground.

Wang Yi blinked, squatted down, and patted Luo Qi's butt.

Not soft, very elastic.

"I wonder if this is the young master's type."

Yeah, but what we want to do is just to provide the young master with a choice.

...

...

Chen An was still leaning on the bedside, staring aimlessly at the wall panel in front of him. The wall panel was very mottled, peeling, off-white, and stained with brown stains left by an unknown tenant.

My thoughts wander far away.

After getting used to despair... Chen An felt that the current situation was even more difficult for him to accept.

This was too outrageous. There had been a time when he had believed in this hidden hope, but it was the hidden hope that made him so painful that after the hope was shattered, it turned into despair.

For a moment, Chen An didn't know how to deal with his father who landed in the air.

It's insulting and blaming. Why did you do such a thing in the first place and make me suffer so much? Do you know how I have lived these years?

Still tears filled my eyes, as father and son recognized each other.

But no matter which situation it was, Chen An felt that he couldn't do it.

All, inappropriate.

He was also asking himself how he felt about Chen Wudao from the bottom of his heart.

Is it hate?

It's out of the question.

On the road to becoming a god, the higher the level of existence, the more prone to distortion and madness. The further you go on the path of original sin, the more pain you experience.

Along the way, he has seen Chen Quan who massacred the city in order to become a bishop, indirectly known Miao Luoying's father who sacrificed his daughter's eyes for the ceremony, and experienced the suffering of the "clown's essence" absorbed. He deeply understood

This principle.

Maybe Chen Wudao didn't want it at the beginning. That shouldn't be his original intention?

But thinking this way, Chen An couldn't help but wonder, doesn't Chen Wudao have another purpose now?

Even if you put all this aside, just think that Chen Wudao is now free from madness and pollution, and it is for his own good.

Can I really face him with the same mentality as my father?

Even in his memory before becoming the "second personality", Chen An rarely saw Chen Wudao, very, very rarely.

He asked himself, he couldn't say that he had no feelings for Chen Wudao...except for the blood relationship.

All I can say is that there is really no emotion at all.

Fortunately, we don't have to face it now.

At this moment, the father and son were unexpectedly thinking the same thing.

...

Soon, Wang Yi came back.

"Master, smoke."

Wang Yi walked into the room and handed Chen An a box of cigarettes. The packaging was white and red, with a red mountain pattern carved on it.

Chen An was startled. After taking the cigarette, he smiled subconsciously, then took out one and put it in his mouth.

Click.

At the right time, Wang Yi lit the fire stick, protected it with one hand, and put it to Chen An's mouth.

"Red Mountain cigarettes are relatively cheap, please forgive me. You can't buy better cigarettes in Wumu."

Wang Yi had a faint smile on his face and looked respectful.

Chen An took a puff of cigarette and said, "Thank you."

He knew that Wang Yi's respectful response was not to him, but to Chen Wudao.

But Chen An himself didn't have much thought to "enjoy" this inexplicable "compliment from heaven".

Maybe you think this is too dreamy, maybe you feel you don't deserve it.

Perhaps, at this moment, Chen An is not in the mood to think about these things.

"Can he come back alive?" Chen An turned his head faintly and looked at Wang Yi.

"Sir... it should be okay."

Chen An nodded, oh...that means there is a chance that he won't survive.

Chen An closed his eyes. He thought, if he is still worthy of being "respected" by someone as powerful as Wang Yi because of the existence of the so-called "Chen Wudao", then is such respect worthless?

worthless.

I am still a "toy" of a superior person and a "toy" of fate.

Actually, this idea is a little... interesting.

What most people are thinking about is how to live the life of a playboy, or how to use this kind of power to avenge their former enemies.

And Chen An also laughed. He felt that he had some thoughts... He wanted to be a bitch and wanted to build an archway.

If you want to get rid of your fate, you trust that you can't get rid of it. If you really can get rid of it, you also despise that you can't get rid of it by yourself.

Shaking his head, Chen An felt a little strange.

Perhaps because he had been hit too many times, Chen An was not confident in himself.

Wang Yi stood aside, looking at Chen An's trance-like appearance, his face was calm, and he didn't know what he was thinking.

After a while, Chen An spoke. He looked at Wang Yi and said in a very calm voice:

"Sir, please sit down."

Wang Yi glanced at Chen An and sat down on the chair beside the bed.

"Master, please speak," Wang Yida said.

Chen An took another puff of cigarette, put the cigarette butt in the disposable paper cup on the bedside, and then looked at Wang Yi:

"Sir, I would like to ask you a question, and I also hope that you can answer my question objectively, without any aggressive behavior, seeking truth from facts, dialectically and rationally."

Wang Yi's eyes became more serious.

"Master, please ask."

Chen An nodded, looked at Wang Yi with pure eyes, and said:

"Sir, do you think I am a waste?"

"Of course you are not, Master."

"I want to hear the truth."

"Listen to...the truth...?"

Chen An nodded heavily.

Wang Yi's eyes flickered a little, and he seemed to be a little tangled in his heart.

But finally, he sighed.

"Master, I don't know you well enough... Moreover, waste and waste are different. There is no precise boundary between these two words.

for example..."

Wang Yi pointed to the sky: "Compared to Master, I look like a waste."

Chen An took out another cigarette from the cigarette case on the bedside, and before Wang Yi helped him light it, he finished the cigarette.

After igniting it, take a deep breath and spit it out.

"That was the first time I entered the game. When I woke up, I saw a little girl..."

Chen An described what happened to him in a relatively concise, objective and non-judgmental way.

From the beginning of the first game to the end of the Soft City incident.

He spoke in great detail, and Wang Yi listened attentively.

The sky darkened from dusk to evening.

"Later, I met you and Chen Wudao, and what happened as you know it happened."

After telling the story, the disposable paper cup on Chen An's bedside was filled with cigarette butts.

He coughed twice and looked at Wang Yi with a gaze that was both flat and struggling.

"Sir, how do you evaluate it?"

If at this moment, Wang Yi wants to kill Chen An, it is actually very simple.

Just a simple sentence of "Then you are really a waste" is enough.

When your heart is hurt too much, you won't show it easily anymore.

Perhaps, the obsession with whether or not he is a "waste" is the most vulnerable part of Chen An's heart.

Chen An didn't know what he wanted.

Is it an affirmation along the way?

Or an answer?

But at this moment, Chen An was a little tired.

He knows that he cannot give himself the answers to many things.

And I can’t count on God.

Because for God's sake, I am often blind and deaf.

I can’t count on many people,

Because most people are stupid.

No one can understand something that they cannot fully understand with an absolutely objective and impartial attitude. They are not bad, they are just ignorant. Even if they have good intentions, they can’t make the point. They don’t understand. Is this right?

It will have the opposite effect, not to mention, they themselves don't care.

Knowing that you are ignorant, judging yourself as ignorant, and condemning yourself for being ignorant is not complete ignorance. Real ignorance is not knowing how ignorant you are.

It's such a simple thing to open and close your lips.

But words are often the most hurtful weapon.

They don't care about the consequences of opening and closing a sentence, and they won't be responsible for their words.

Therefore, Chen An never belittles himself and judges things he doesn't understand, he just tries to understand.

Therefore, Chen An has never asked anyone else the answer to this question.

But he felt that Wang Yi, who had lived for so long, might be able to give him the answer.

Or maybe, Chen An is really desperate now in his heart.

...

Wang Yi looked into Chen An's pure eyes, pursed his lips and said:

"Master...Actually, you have done a very good job, better than most people in the world, but..."

Chen An interrupted: "I didn't do enough."

"Yes." Wang Yidao: "Because the things you carry on your shoulders are too heavy. This heavyness comes from fate and fate... It's not that you didn't do well enough, but that this fate is too fucked up.

You have reached the limit of what an ordinary person can do."

"But I can't change anything." Chen An closed his eyes: "Without Chen Sheng, I wouldn't even be able to leave the first game alive."

Wang Yi shook his head and said:

"Master, at the end of Dalin Mountain, you actually broke the rules. In the stagnant state of time after taking off the bracelet, if it weren't for Chen Quan's intervention, the evil-minded Xue Yuer would have been defeated by you, let alone

Mention those missing rules.

In fact, it's not that you're not smart enough, it's that the game itself leaves no way for people to survive.

He is the one who created the rules, in order to make you despair, in order to make you embark on your fate, it is him who cannot afford to play."

Chen An was stunned.

Wang Yi continued: "In the second game, Chen Quan didn't interfere much. Didn't you rely on the skills of the rules to make Li Zimu not believe you in the end, so that he was destroyed by the rules?

Therefore, you are very smart and very powerful."

"But Miao Luoying and Ding Ping almost died." Chen An said.

Wang Yi shook his head again: "This level of sacrifice is already very small. There is no premise that Miao Luoying didn't predict the dream, because it would be absurd that it didn't happen.

And you have done the best you can within the scope of what you can do.”

"On the other hand, in the Soft Capital incident, Chen Quan finally won, but the difference in information and strength between you and Chen Quan is too great...

There are many smart people in this world.

Chen Quan has been planning for so many years and going through so many arrangements in order to seize the truth from you. You also need to admit that he is a smart man.

If you two are both smart people, how can one smart person who is trapped in the game break the game of another smart person who has opened up God's perspective?"

"So, you don't need to regret or blame yourself. There is no need to pay attention to the condemnation in your heart, because in this situation, no one in the same situation as you can do better."

It's just that he can't afford to play in this world.