The Last Gentleman

Chapter 936 Hanging

When Yi Chen stood up from a state of absolute piety and kneeling, he did not feel any eyes on him, nor did he feel any pressure from his superiors.

It’s just an extremely strong aura of death lingering in this temple.

Suddenly, Yi Chen suddenly realized something. He immediately turned around and used all his strength to push the door open slightly with both hands to close it again to prevent the loss of the essence of death.

 That’s right.

There is nothing in the inner sanctum, no living people, no dead people, not even a concept.

The essence of death remaining in the inner temple is very limited. Once it flows away, there will be no more. Yi Chen can't wait to turn back the time to replenish the essence that was lost before.

 After closing the door, look around the entire hall again.

Like a dilapidated royal palace, there are many tattered long pieces of cloth hanging on the dilapidated and decaying walls, and the national seal that should have been printed on it has been torn.

Above the empty hall, there is no majestic scene of pilgrimage at all. Loneliness is the only color.

 There is a special throne built at the back of the main hall.

What makes it special is that there is something cushioned under the throne, a gallows. It is the simplest wooden gallows that can be seen in every execution ground.

Although it is made of wood, it has not decayed along with the temple. It still maintains its original appearance and remains standing to support the throne.

On that throne was lying a person, or rather a corpse without any breath or feeling.

The gilded black robe wraps the whole body,

Wearing a broken crown on his head,

 The face is wrapped with a damp bandage,

From the shape of the black robe and the throne, it is not difficult to tell that the other person should be the owner of this temple, or even the ruler of a certain dynasty.

Paired with the gallows and the wet bandages, Yi Chen was basically sure that the other person was the person he was looking for, the one who granted him the divinity of death.

But no matter how Yi Chen tried to penetrate death, or how he looked at the existence on the throne, he could not get any response, as if it was an empty shell.

With doubts in his mind, he kowtowed in a devout manner, taking three steps and one kowtow until he reached the lower end of the gallows.

When walking up the steps, I thought there would be some kind of artistic conception that would drag Yi Chen to a certain execution site.

 In fact, nothing happened. He just walked up the steps and came to the gallows.

“This gallows is incomplete. The most important hanging rope does not exist. Is it occupied by the throne?”

 When he came to the throne, he was still so sparse and ordinary, with no response.

This time, Yi Chen did not kneel down, because he had already been recognized when he entered the palace, and it was no longer a matter of piety or not.

Since all indirect perceptions are useless, perhaps the only way to obtain information is direct contact.

Yi Chen stretched out his hand and slowly touched the body of the person on the throne.

 Neither touched the hand nor touched the clothes, but directly reached out towards the mysterious face wrapped with bandages.

 There is no mysterious power that pulls Yi Chen to see the other person's face.

It was his own curiosity that wanted to see what was going on under the bandage, and he also wanted to find the rope that was lost on the gallows.

 As the bandages wrapped around his face were untied one by one, Yi Chen's appearance became dignified.

 When all the wet strips of cloth fell to the ground, an unimaginable face came into Yi Chen's eyes, and it will be permanently imprinted in his memory.

 The whole face is a hollow, as if it has been hollowed out, but also as if it is always like this.

If you look at it alone, it is unremarkable. A perverted murderer who likes to dig out faces may be able to produce several such corpse specimens a day. But if it is placed together with the throne and the gallows.

The missing rope was found...it was this person's [face].

 The throne is the gallows,

 Faces are like ropes,

 There is no need to put the head in a rope, there is no need to climb the unreachable gallows, there is no need for any executioner or support frame,

 From the moment he became king, he was in a state of hanging.

Although there is still no spiritual transmission or thinking medium, two words emerged in Yi Chen's mind based on the "beautiful scenery" he saw in front of him.

At the same time, the remains of the king whose bandages were removed turned into ashes and dispersed, leaving nothing behind.

  No engraving, no audio,

 Only this desolate, empty temple and the throne on the gallows.

Yi Chen clearly realized a lot of things, his eyes became brighter, and the questions that had been lingering in his mind and had been longing to be solved were answered.

“I see, that’s it... There are so many lives in thousands of worlds, and there are countless deaths every second. Why did you choose a child like me who was not yet a minor at that time? And I was also the only designated believer and inheritor.

 Perhaps I do have some special characteristics,

Perhaps I am indeed closer to death,

 But I am definitely not the most special and suitable dead person in this world.

 In terms of talent, the White Death of Lesions and the First Dead are both stronger than me.

 The real reason why I was chosen was that I happened to die at the moment when the Hanged King passed away... Although there may have been tens of millions of deaths at that moment, I was chosen.

 luck? "

At this moment, a voice came from Yi Chen’s ear.

≮The Death Guide has taken effect, and the Sunken Death Hall (Inner Hall) transfer point has been activated. You can use the hanging rope to reach the current area≯

“Choose a random person as the inheritor, leave the entire Dead Sea and this temple behind, and head towards the ‘real death’.

He is really dead after all, not even a trace of concept remains.

Or does it mean that the Hanged King completely left through death, left the main material plane, left this multiverse, and went to the real ‘outside’?

Perhaps even the Hanged King himself did not have the absolute confidence to go ‘outside’. Otherwise, with his personality, there would be no need to develop a disciple like me at the last minute.

 It was because he was not sure whether he would die completely that he took out such a first-hand insurance policy.

If He fails to reach the outside, maybe I, the inheritor of the Dead Sea, still have a chance.

 The reason why he left nothing behind and just led me to the Dead Sea is because he didn’t want me, the only inheritor, to completely repeat His death path.

 Otherwise, once He failed to walk out, I would be unable to walk out even if I completely reproduced His death.

 All I got was access to the Dead Sea, and my understanding of death was entirely up to me. Fortunately, my experience with the disease made my death no longer limited to the Dead Sea, but mixed with other things.

However, I have to say that the Hanged King’s understanding of death is much higher than mine.

Just the ideology constructed by the Remains, the Throne and the Gallows can benefit me a lot, and it will take at least more than a month to digest it. "

Thinking of this,

Yi Chen did not kneel down again, but bowed deeply to the throne like a gentleman.

Since the other party left the authority here to him, Yi Chen sat on the throne unceremoniously, feeling the loneliness and savoring the depth of death.

 (End of this chapter)