Wen Shi's running speed was getting faster and faster. He didn't learn anything else in the game, but his proficiency in escaping was increasing day by day.
All his movement and endurance in the water curtain were superb.
The God of Death closed his eyes and communicated with an incarnation outside, asking the other party to clean up the mess at Hundred Ghosts Mountain.
Other true spirits like to let their clones encounter various misfortunes and finally absorb the power to strengthen themselves. The God of Death is a weird one among the true spirits. He directly gives a small part of his power to his clones. The clones usually maintain the rules of each area, and then he can stay at home without worry.
After sending out his clone, he looked at the divine servant who was still gazing at the green smoke in the temple in fear.
"It's just a small matter." The God of Death said coldly, "What's the fuss?"
He waved his hand and ordered the divine servant to send a new examiner. After saying this, the God of Death did not linger any longer, once again reminding the young man to calm his anger, and turned to walk to another room.
After everyone left, the girl moved to the boy's side and said, "My dear grandson, this guy is quite capable. He's not even angry at all."
The boy flipped through the book expressionlessly: "I'm just pretending."
"Um?"
The boy chuckled and said nothing more.
Wing room.
The room was filled with an air of decadence. The God of Death stood silently beside the round table, crushing each of his handcrafted props with his bare hands. The crisp crackling sound brought him a sense of healing.
At the same time, thunder began to sound in Sunset Town. The two spatial dimensions were not very far apart. This was the reason why the young man was able to easily reach Sangmen Temple by train.
Thunder roared one after another, and the orcs in Sunset Town felt scared and surprised.
Long-time residents, on the other hand, are used to it: "It happens every 20 or 30 years."
What is more common is the mirror spirit.
In Frank Hospital, the Mirror God looked across at the Deception God, who was pretending to read a philosophy book, and said, "That Sangmen guy is secretly thundering in my territory again."
The God of Fraud said calmly, "It's his normal operation."
Pretend to be calm all the time, and when you lose your temper, secretly strike someone else's house with thunder.
The Mirror Spirit shook his head and said, "He even thought that my true body was not in the Golden Pagoda Country and was completely unaware of it."
When you get older, you tend to lose your temper and refuse to admit it.
…
With the combination of skills and props, Wen Shi rushed towards the temple at full speed to avoid being discovered by others. A Yu temporarily concealed his breath and hid somewhere else.
[Suspicious vulnerability data collection]
[Pure coincidence]
[Can be ignored]
The ruthless mechanical voice comes one after another. In the strong wind, it is impossible to say a word, as it will disrupt the rhythm of running and breathing.
According to his original plan, he was going to use his power to suppress the woman with the ghosts summoned by Ayu, and then choose the camp of the evil ghosts. The evil ghosts were not as powerful as the mountain ghosts, so the success rate of choosing them was low, but after the number increased, he could expand his advantage.
Plans can't keep up with changes. When he was on the run, Shi Wenshi still firmly chose to join the evil ghost camp, but he received a ruthless reminder: the evil ghosts thought he was a pervert and refused to let him join.
Wen Shi was not discouraged and immediately went to choose the remaining two camps, but each had its own reasons for refusing.
Now he dreams of returning to the cold castle, and there is no place to accept him. Wen Shi waits anxiously for the game to give out the fourth camp, but there is no news yet.
A hundred meters ahead, the white-robed man and the players in the temple did not flee, but watched quietly as thousands of evil spirits rushed down like galloping horses.
The car that brought them here has already left, and there is no point in escaping. According to the man in white robe, the temple naturally has a certain inhibitory effect on dirty things.
As they passed through the stone pillars outside, Wen Shi finally shouted, "Help!"
The man in white robes had noticed the riot on the distant Shenshan Mountain long ago and sent out a distress signal. Seeing his grim expression, he asked, "What happened?"
"The mountain ghost said that he hated all men, but he summoned a group of evil ghosts." Wen Shi recounted what happened to the mountain ghost.
The man in the white robe automatically made up his mind and tried hard not to curse in such a sacred place: "Has he gone this crazy?"
Outside the temple, the headless evil ghosts tracked their prey entirely by relying on their perception of living people. The temple blocked some of the life forces, and they were wandering aimlessly outside.
The wound on his lower body made the white-robed man completely certain that the mountain ghost had lost control. Who else but a mountain ghost would do such a perverted thing to a male creature?!
Players only have one thought in their minds: the test version is really a rip-off.
Wen Shi hid in a relatively safe habitat, glad that the woman did not follow him.
Ghosts bully the weak and fear the strong, and are more interested in living people. It is naturally impossible for the mountain ghost to participate in the escape with the hundreds of ghosts he summoned, and he still stays on the mountain.
As time ticked by, the headless demon sensed something and began to move toward the temple. The player was calmer than the messenger; the game wouldn't allow a scene like "A Thousand Demons Parade" to unfold here.
Just as they were thinking about what to do next, everyone's brain suddenly stopped working for a second, and they felt an uncontrollable sense of world-weariness.
The evil spirits outside the temple were not spared either. They were enveloped by a heavy sense of dejection and fell limply to the ground. Their innate desire to eat was infinitely reduced.
Wen Shi looked intently and saw a man with a typical world-weary face and a loose low ponytail standing motionless among the evil spirits. He didn't attack in any particular way, but just standing there would make anyone, human or not, lose their fighting spirit.
This state of despair must be related to the God of Death. But the True Spirit can kill monsters in one move, and since it took so long, Wen Shi guessed it must be the True Spirit's clone.
"The True Spirit uses its clone to maintain law and order?"
The headless ghost has been gradually brought under control, indicating that the power that the clone can use is greater than that of A Yu who is restricted by the game. His existence is definitely not for absorption.
Most of the headless ghosts were eaten by the clone of the God of Death, and the rest crawled away with all their strength, and the clone did not pursue them relentlessly.
After handling the emergency, the man with the low ponytail looked at Wen Shi and said, "Follow me."
With Ayu in the shadows, and with Yijian's help, Wen Shi didn't worry about being silenced. Amidst the players' suspicious and speculative gazes, he followed. Having provoked many monsters before, Wen Shi had seen the demons rage with humiliation, but he didn't sense any anger from the low-ponytailed man. He simply led the way calmly.
"Did the True Spirit ask you to come?"
After asking two or three questions without getting an answer, Wen Shi gave up and casually asked, "Why don't you speak?"
"Barking dogs never bite."
"…" Wen Shi looked confused.
The man with the low ponytail turned around and said, "I was just kidding."
Wen Shi completely gave up on talking to him. He couldn't understand the thought process of the clone of the God of Death.
After walking in silence for a while, they arrived near the Four Mountains again.
A black funeral car stopped at the foot of Guashan Mountain at some point. In contrast to the color of the car that brought them here, even the seats inside this car were painted black.
Wen Shi was puzzled: "Is this... settled?"
Only by passing the mountain worship test can the main quest be unlocked and the gods be met. Assuming that the clone is not playing tricks and this car is heading to the Sangmen Temple, then he should have skipped the previous step directly.
The man with a low ponytail did not respond, but suddenly looked in one direction, as if he was sure that there was something there.
Ayu walked out from the shadow of the big tree.
"Are you getting in the car?" He barely moved his lips, and at such a distance, it was difficult to hear him whether you read his lips or relied on your ears.
Not only did Ayu hear it, he actually chose to come forward.
The funeral car was on the road, and the clone sat in the front row and fell asleep as soon as he got on the car.
When A Yu looked at Wen, the latter shrugged and said that he didn't know what type of personality this was.
The car was moving incredibly fast, and the scenery outside the window flashed by at first, then gradually distorted, as if entering another dimension. The constant teleportation sensation, several times more uncomfortable than motion sickness, forced Wen Shi to close his eyes. He gripped the front seat tightly, controlling his body to minimize the shaking.
I don't know how much time had passed, but when Wen Shi was feeling thankful that he hadn't eaten this morning, A Yu brought words of salvation.
"Son, wake up, we're here."
Wen Shi opened his eyes. The dizziness in his head was still going on, but the car had indeed stopped.
He took a few deep breaths and staggered out of the car. The damp and cold air outside reduced his discomfort.
Sangmen Temple is right in front of you.
Gray bricks and tiles are an important part of the temple. The leaves of plants climbing on the walls are blue-gray. When combined together, they look like an ancient black and white photo.
The entire temple did not look solemn and dignified. When crossing the threshold, Wen Shi had an eerie feeling as if he had become one of the portraits.
After the man with a low ponytail brought him here, he went to report to the God of Death and let Wen Shi walk around freely.
Ayu finally noticed something and touched his chin: "So he was slacking off."
The clone is like its master. It is busy dealing with various matters every day and doesn't want to put in any extra effort.
Although he said he could just wander around randomly, Wen Shi was not brave enough to actually wander around. He stood there waiting for the result. He could faintly hear the sound of someone flipping through books impatiently nearby.
Curious, Wen Shi moved to the source of the sound. Standing outside the door, he suddenly craned his neck and asked, "Shadow?"
The young man did not respond, and his movements as he flipped through the scriptures became visibly more violent.
Wen Shi waved outside with a happy face: "It's me, your little angel."
Teach you to be your own life mentor bravely!
The boy didn't want to look back at all. Whenever the other party was overly enthusiastic, it could be equated with bad intentions.
"I recently founded a wonderful kingdom..."
The young man finally couldn't stand his nonsense anymore and said coldly, "MLM Kingdom?"
Wen Shi patiently explained, first briefly introducing the history of Wusa's rise to power, and then said, "Each position in it has a complete evolutionary path. A Sang is not good at managing these. As long as your contribution is great enough, you can usurp the throne when I leave the game in the future."
"...The method is very simple. You are responsible for attracting believers."
The young man interrupted and sneered, "You're running a pyramid scheme in the area where the God of Death is establishing his divine authority?"
Isn't this seeking death?
Wen Shi lightly snapped his fingers. "When someone needs help, let them come to Asa, and you will solve the problem. After the problem is solved, let them continue to serve the God of Death in their hearts. That's right, King Asa will help you when there is trouble, and the God of Death will help you when there is nothing. Isn't this a win-win situation?"
The boy had a cold smile and spoke very nicely.
He has Wen Shi's past memories and knows clearly that A Sang will not participate in management, but he is sure that all the important positions in this virtual country are people who are on good terms with the original body, so usurping the throne is a big deal.
Besides, the so-called win-win situation, once this kind of consciousness is formed, the natives will invisibly begin to rely on Asa. Most importantly, the original body did not contribute a single bit in the entire process, and took all the risks on himself.
"The game might make the kingdom the core of the dungeon in the future. The greater your contribution, the safer you will be." Wen Shi, a master of persuasion, pointed to the sky and said, "Those who follow it will prosper."
"If you do something small, the God of Death will at most give you a warning after he finds out."
The young man wanted to say something, but was interrupted by Wen Shi: "You were caught here, you must have done something even more extreme. True Spirits don't kill people for major events, and they certainly won't kill people just because they lose a few believers."
The boy remained silent.
He had a few conflicts with the white-robed messengers, taking out a dozen of them with a steel pipe, and finally calling them "little bastards." The consequence of his arrogance was that he was captured and taken to the Funeral Gate Temple to be a mascot. The True Spirit, citing his excessive anger, ordered him to read scriptures every day.
But no matter what, there was no way he would take on this troublesome and arduous task. Even a fool could see the huge workload involved.
"My dear grandson." The girl suddenly asked in a very soft voice from behind: "Why did he come to us for such a good thing?"
"…"