mijobooks Chapter 130 The Road to Social Death
Chapter 130 The Road to Social Death
Chapter 130 The Road to Social Death
On the eastern Tianshan Mountains, in Yanxi Village, after Lu Ren released all the rat people from their control and allowed their souls to rest in peace, his spirit, like metal heated to a red-hot hue, had reached its limit after being tempered and refined countless times.
Subsequently, he gained a memory, or rather, a memory that wasn't quite extra; it was more like recalling some events from his childhood at a certain moment.
He recalled a dream he had on a winter day when he was fourteen years old.
Of course, he can no longer be sure whether it was a dream or not.
If it was a dream, why did I dream of Shen Wangshu, Yanzhou, and my battle against the Divine Mother Cult when I was fourteen years old in my previous life?
It's so strange; a dream I had when I was 14 in my past life has suddenly become so clear at this moment.
However, taking advantage of recalling this dream, Lu Ren felt that there was still a lot of content in that dream, a lot of things he had forgotten, but everything about the dream was being quickly forgotten after waking up.
He wanted to know what he had forgotten, but the more he thought about it, the faster he forgot. However, he would feel a moment of disorientation the moment he touched those memories.
Lu Ren is now even unsure when exactly he transmigrated to this world.
He seemed to have forgotten many things, but it wasn't like forgetting. The feeling wasn't about the past, but more like predicting a future that hadn't yet arrived.
As he was forgetting everything, Lu Ren only remembered two things: first, he went back to ask his supporting character master, who seemed to know something; second, he really did come to this world when he was fourteen!
Moreover, he probably thought he was dreaming at the time, so he said a bunch of things that he thought were very professional, but were actually very immature and childish!
He wants to start over!
How embarrassing! What was I thinking back then? How could I say such stupid things with such a straight face?!
Why make him remember things he finally managed to forget?!
However, inside the room, several girls were watching Lu Ren, who had wrapped himself in a blanket and was now suddenly pounding on the bed, and they were all startled.
"Oh dear! What happened to him?!"
"I don't know, what happened?"
"He just said he's fine—"
"But why do you look so devastated?"
Chirp, chirp, chirp.
Shen Yaoxing was a little worried, and Lu Youhe asked, "Youhe, what happened to your brother?"
"I've seen him like this before—"
Lu Youhe wasn't sure, so he could only guess: "My brother probably sensed the death of the society and was unwilling to accept the truth. Now he wants to find an exit to another world."
Ji Liguang crossed his arms and tilted his head: "Why did you suddenly become so agitated?"
Lu Youhe shook his head: "I don't know either."
Jiang Yueying asked curiously, "Then, what happened last time he did this?"
Lu Youhe gestured for her girlfriends to gather closer, then stood on tiptoe and whispered in their ears, "When he was in his third year of junior high, I caught him in his room reading a doujinshi about younger sisters, and—"
In the end, she hesitated, too embarrassed to speak, but instead made a circle with her small hand and pointed up and down.
Ji Liguang exclaimed with a mixture of disgust and excitement, "Huh!"
Jiang Yueying's eyes lit up: "Oh!"
Shen Yaoxing was a little confused, so she imitated her actions and asked, "Youhe, what does this mean?"
Lu Ren, who had settled in Bengbu, got out of bed and said, "Hey! Lu Youhe, what nonsense are you talking about? I've said it so many times, that's not a sister-themed book, and it's definitely your fault for not knocking, isn't it?"
The dark history from the past life hasn't been completely forgotten, and now another dark history has surfaced in this life.
That dark history that should have been swept into the dustbin of history was dug up again, and he felt a surge of heat rushing to the top of his head.
"And don't set a bad example for the young lady! Young lady, please don't do that!"
Lu Youhe, hands on her hips, retorted indignantly, "Aren't you mistaken about something? That's my room. Who needs to knock before going back to their own room?"
"What do you mean 'your room'? You don't have your own room! You're just sleeping in my room!"
"Clam!?"
Lu Youhe started panting again, standing on tiptoe, trying to sound more imposing: "After all, you were just going through puberty back then, spending every day with such a cute little sister like me, it's understandable that you would have impulsive thoughts. I've already forgiven you for letting me see such disgusting things, and now you're turning around and blaming me—"
"There's absolutely no way I'd have that kind of impulse; no one would have that kind of impulse towards their own sister!"
"Then why do you watch shows featuring younger sister characters?"
Lu Ren pretended to arrest her, and Lu Youhe quickly hid behind Shen Yaoxing.
"Young Miss, please step aside."
"You're going to hit someone again, Miss! He's going to hit me again!"
With Lu Youhe's intervention, the suffocating sense of social dread that had just been there dissipated considerably.
But we can't worry about that now. The Four Ministers of Da Yu and Shen Wangshu are all on their way. The conspiracy of the Divine Mother Sect has also been thwarted by him. Although we don't know what happened, the Rat is dead and the Sheep is seriously injured and captured. There shouldn't be anything else to worry about now, right?
Outside Yanbei Village, Shen Zhaozhao and Mao Su, two Star Cocoon Realm experts, were still fighting against Xue Hou's Frost Moon Realm expert. The mountains looked like gnawed earthen slopes, and the broken battlefield was filled with turbulent winds and clouds.
"What's going on? His aura has gotten even stronger! Are all the Frost Moon Realm cultivators monsters?"
"Speaking of which, there were very strong fluctuations of energy outside the mountain right from the start—are there Frost Moon Realm experts fighting outside the mountain?"
Shen Zhaozhao wiped the blood from her face, her expression grave: "Could it be that other bishops from the Divine Mother Cult have arrived? Who is targeting the Divine Mother Cult? After Gu Tong'er died, where in Yanzhou is there still the Burning Sun Realm?"
"It must be one of the Four Ministers of our Great Yu Dynasty who has arrived, but I wonder which one it is!"
Pleiades shuddered, his clothes, now tattered into strips, swaying back and forth. But when he thought of the might of the Four Symbols of Great Yu, his bruised and swollen face became proud.
He looked at the middle-aged man in front of him, a muscular man with few injuries, and said, "Hey, did you hear that? The Four Ministers of the Great Yu Dynasty are personally taking action to capture the Divine Mother Cult traitors. It'll only take a minute to thwart your conspiracy. If you know what's good for you, put on the Soul-Locking Rings and surrender willingly, otherwise—"
"Watch out!" Shen Zhaozhao warned.
Whoosh—
Suddenly, a long spear pierced the air. Pleiades instantly cast a spell, and twenty ice walls appeared in front of him. Each ice wall could withstand the impact of an explosion equivalent to tens of tons of TNT, but they were as thin as paper in front of the flying spear.
"Bang bang bang bang—
, will suffer—
There was no escaping it. Pleiades stared at the spear aimed straight for his heart. Time seemed to slow down; a revolving lantern of memories flashed before his eyes: his childhood, arguing with his mother, going to school, the pouring rain—
"The Vision of Death—"
As a sharp shout rang out beside him, the revolving lantern disappeared again, and the world that had slowed down in his eyes sped up once more.
"Chu Yi"
The spear pierced his chest, but he acted as if nothing had happened.
"Haha, didn't expect that, did you? I'm still alive!"
Pleiades had a large hole pierced through his chest by a spear, so large that one could see right through to the mountains behind him, but he still survived.
The hole gradually became blurry, and finally healed completely without any damage.
The White-Haired Shaman of the Star Cocoon Realm possesses the innate skill "Death Omen Vision," which sets the date of a person's death a few seconds in advance. If a person is injured within that one second of death, even a minor injury will become a fatal curse.
This was originally an offensive skill, but before that one second arrives, it's a time of "not yet death." If fatal damage is received, it will be nullified. Therefore, the white-haired shaman is usually used to protect teammates, but this also tests the caster's timing.
Moreover, this is a skill that consumes a lot of resources, and even Shen Zhaozhao can't use it many times.
"Hey! What are you doing? If you do this a few more times, I won't be able to protect you!"
"You make it sound so easy, but that's a Frost Moon Realm expert—"
"He had reached his limit; that last move was a desperate gamble."
Shen Zhaozhao looked down at Xuehou below from her high vantage point.
She didn't utter any trash talk, nor did she intend to persuade him to surrender. She didn't say a word, just stared at him with a chilling expression.
"Keep your distance, I'm going to use the Curse Binding Technique to capture him."
She wouldn't kill him; she wanted to extract information about the Divine Mother Cult from him.
"Two juniors at the Star Cocoon Realm, are they saying they want to capture me alive?"
At this moment, Murong Qin's clothes were also torn, but he had no injuries. His strong muscles were like a rock, but he was indeed exhausted. He could not use the same move as before many more times.
Two mere Star Cocoon Realm cultivators were able to push him to this extent. These aristocratic scions are all monsters, it's truly frustrating.
He looked down at the mountains and sensed that the white storm had stopped spreading.
"What happened to the Rat? The ceremony was stopped? That won't do."
Murong Qin was born in Kazakhstan to a Han Chinese family, and was also a child of the Tianshan Mountains. It should be said that all of them, the Snow Throat, are children of the Tianshan Mountains.
When Murong Qin was young, his father told him that he was leaving.
Murong Qin asked her father where he was going, and her father said he was going to the Tianshan Mountains.
Children of Tianshan will return to Tianshan after they die. Death? No, children of Tianshan will not die.
Their souls will wander on the Tianshan Mountains, waiting for a heavy snowfall. The Tianshan God will then blow a white storm, leading the departed souls to the Tianshan Mountains, where everyone will start anew.
It didn't snow the year Aye passed away, so Aye didn't go to Tianshan.
Your father was not devout enough, so the God of Tianshan did not come to receive him.
That's what the villagers say.
Murong Qin scoffed. He didn't believe in the Heavenly Mountain God. Death was death. Even those professional masters couldn't avoid death. What nonsense was it for a bunch of ordinary people like them to say they wouldn't die?
As soon as Murong Qin said that, she was punished by the adults in the village.
He would always provoke those adults.
There is no Heavenly Mountain God, no Heavenly God, it's all fake, all fake!
And every time, he would get beaten black and blue by the adults.
Murong Qin vowed that once he became a powerful professional, he would return and beat them all to a pulp.
Later, the village was attacked by a monster, and everyone in the village died except for him.
Murong Qin also became a professional. At the age of twenty-seven, he became a powerful professional in the Frost Moon Realm and was the strongest in Kehasastan.
Later, Murong Qin met the woman he loved and started a family. His wife became pregnant and they settled down in Yanzhou. This year, his child is due to be born, and everything should have gone as planned.
His wife and children died, killed by revenge from his enemies. He had already changed his name and was preparing to live a good life in Yanzhou.
Death? No, the children of Tianshan will not die.
Their souls will wander the earth for a year, waiting for a heavy snowfall to sweep across the Tianshan Mountains. The Tianshan God will then blow a white storm, leading the departed souls to the Tianshan Mountains, where everyone will start anew.
Murong Qin was not a devout child of Tianshan, nor was Tianshan an elder who would forgive a child.
Not to mention, his wife and children died in Yanzhou, and there was no way that a white storm could rise in Yanzhou.
But it doesn't matter. Murong Qin will make it snow on Tianshan Mountain, a heavy snow that sweeps across the entire Yanzhou region from Tianshan Mountain, so that Tianshan Mountain can go to Yanzhou to bring back the souls of his wife and children. They will then be reunited on Tianshan Mountain.
Seeing that Frost Moon Realm Snow Throat suddenly raised his hand, the two in the air were both on guard, but the next second, they were extremely surprised.
Instead of attacking again, the other party raised his hand and stabbed himself in the heart.
Then, he crushed his own heart!
"Two juniors at the Star Cocoon Realm think they can capture me alive? Stop talking big."
Murong Qin felt her life slipping away and slowly sat down on the ground.
Although I don't know how many more Tianshan followers I need, I am at least at the Frost Moon Realm, so I should be able to take on the weight of many ordinary people by myself, right?
Let the white storm blow all the way to Yanzhou, where I will reunite with my wife and children on the Tianshan Mountains.
Murong Qin squinted and vaguely saw someone in front of her.
"You're supposed to be a Frost Moon Realm expert, how could you believe such childish lies?"
On the mountain path, a young man appeared out of nowhere. He walked up to him and sighed, "The Gu clan has guarded Yanzhou for three hundred years, suppressing the mountain-eating beasts for generations. A few days ago, the Celestial Master of the Overwatch Bureau calculated that the Divine Mother Sect might appear in Dongtian Mountain. We then notified the Gu clan, and the clan sent me to Dongtian Mountain to reinforce the seal. Your ritual alone could not have succeeded."
Because his life force was rapidly fading, he could barely hear what the boy was saying afterward.
In the wind and snow, he seemed to see many people: his wife, his son, many of the people he had killed, many who wanted to kill him, and the people from the village where he had grown up.
Are they here to pick me up?
On his deathbed, he seemed to see his father.
Murong Qin couldn't help but slightly open her eyes, only to find that there was no one in front of her. It wasn't her father; it was just a swirling snowflake.
He actually believed it; he always did.
As a child of Tianshan, Murong Qin has always believed that the white storm will bring all the children of Tianshan back to the embrace of Tianshan.
He was just angry that his father hadn't come to take him away the year he died.
However, at that moment, no one in Yanbei Village noticed that a young woman was slowly walking into the dilapidated temple.
Upon entering the temple, Jiang Yanyan saw a professional lying on the ground, cut in half at the waist, barely clinging to life.
This person and this squad were originally a silver-level squad that had come to Yanbei Village after accepting the mission to subdue it.
Unlike the teams from the other three villages, this team accidentally stumbled upon Zishu's plot, and all the teammates were—
The rats were brutally murdered here.
Jiang Yan Yan sighed and asked, "Life is gone, there's no way to save him. Shall I give you a quick death?"
The man opened his mouth, his pupils almost dilating, and finally said, "Those rat-men, we can't kill them, no, otherwise—"
"Otherwise, it would awaken the sealed mountain god of the Eastern Heavenly Mountain, ultimately unleashing a white storm that would engulf the entire Yan Province, wouldn't it?"
Jiang Yanyan felt sorry for him; in order to pass on the information, he had dragged it out for so long by sheer willpower.
She said, "Don't worry, although we don't know where another guy has come from who steals the essence of all living beings, and there's also someone who actually knows the Great Sealing Technique, the plot of the person who killed you has been foiled, and the Eastern Heaven Mountain God will not be released by them."
The person who had been cut in half did not respond. She looked over and found that the person had already breathed their last.
"But I forgot to tell you, I will release the Eastern Heaven Mountain God."
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