dognovel Chapter 333 Attending one's own funeral?
Chapter 333 Attending one's own funeral?
[Task: Laying the Foundation for the Great Way]
[Objective: Proceed to Wangshui Garden, west gate of Cangxing City, and find the gatekeeper, Old Mo.]
[Hint: The Great Dao is formless, and the foundation is flawed. To forge a perfect foundation, one must cleanse the marrow with the waters of the Yellow Springs. Old Mo knows the entrance to the Yellow Springs.]
Chen You closed the control panel.
The spiritual energy vortex within the dantian circulated smoothly.
The attribute boost from the ninth level of Qi Refining made him feel full of power.
[Shadow Clone]!
With a thought, a dark purple aura rose up and then condensed into a figure beside him.
"Water from the Underworld? I wonder what it tastes like."
Chen You, the clone, left the training room and walked out of the Supreme Building.
The streets were deserted.
The usually bustling commercial street was now completely deserted.
A gust of cold wind blew by, swirling up several pieces of discarded parchment.
Chen You frowned.
Hundreds of thousands of players flooded into Hidden Star City, and it was so crowded just now, but now they've all vanished?
He summoned the White Rabbit and walked along the main road toward the west gate.
The closer you get to the West Gate, the stronger the smell of cooking fires fills the air.
Faintly, the sound of an extremely mournful harp could be heard.
"What's going on?"
Chen You quickened his pace.
Turning the corner, the view suddenly opened up.
The West Gate Square was packed with people.
Countless players huddled together, completely silent.
A ten-meter-high obsidian altar stands in the center of the square.
The mages held up flames, while the casual players burned parchment.
Chen You came to the outer edge of the crowd, stood on tiptoe, and looked at the center of the altar.
There hangs a huge portrait there, five meters wide.
The person in the painting is wearing a moon-white Taoist robe, with their head tilted back, eyes rolled back, and lips twitching.
Chen You's blood pressure spiked instantly.
That is himself.
This screenshot was captured in an extremely clever way, managing to capture a poignant beauty in his heroic expression of sacrificing his life, as if it were the aftereffects of a stroke.
Two white cloths were hung on either side of the portrait.
Left side: His voice and appearance are still vivid in my mind.
Right side: The God of Travels Through the Ages.
The steps of the altar were covered with white flowers.
In the most conspicuous spot, there was a half-cooked snow rabbit leg, next to which were several bottles of cheap red potion and a few pieces of tattered beginner equipment.
There was even a book on postpartum care for sows that someone had left there.
Chen You stood on the outermost edge of the crowd, his cheek muscles twitching wildly.
I was just a little late coming out, and I got a "grand funeral"?
"Brother, excuse me for a second." Chen You patted the shoulder of the berserker in front of him.
The berserker, holding a bunch of nearly withered roses, roared without turning his head:
"Why are you pushing! Can't you see everyone is observing a moment of silence? The procession just ended, can't you have some manners?!"
Chen You remained silent for two seconds.
"No, I think the portrait was poorly chosen. The way he's rolling his eyes really ruins his image."
The berserker was furious.
He whirled around, his eyes bloodshot: "What do you know! That was the compassion the Wandering God showed when facing a mythical bone dragon to save us!"
"That's the composure of facing death! If you dare insult the God of the Ritual again, I'll chop you up!"
The berserker raised his battle axe.
Then, his gaze met Chen You's face.
The berserker's expression froze.
He glanced at Chen You, then looked up at the portrait.
Look at Chen You again, and then look at the portrait.
"Clang!"
The battle axe fell onto the bluestone slab.
The berserker opened his mouth wide, making a "clucking" sound from his throat, like a duck being choked.
"It's...it's come back to life!"
The berserker let out an extremely shrill scream and scrambled backward.
The scream sounded particularly jarring in the silent square.
The player in front turned around in dissatisfaction.
"What are you yelling about! Do you think you can bear the consequences of disturbing the spirits of the wandering deities?!"
"Exactly, don't they know the rules!"
Dozens of players turned their heads at the same time.
Then, they froze.
The crowd turned their heads in circles like dominoes.
Countless eyes fell on Chen You.
Dead silence.
Absolute silence.
Only the parchment in the brazier was still crackling.
Qiao Biluo knelt at the front, holding a freshly tied white flower in her hand.
She turned her head, her tears still wet on her face, and the snot bubbles on her nose growing larger and smaller with each breath.
The thief player who confidently claimed Chen You's "account is gone" was holding a glass of wine, ready to spill it on the ground—
The drink spilled all over his own boots.
Chen You stood there with his hands behind his back.
He was expressionless.
As long as I'm not embarrassed, the 300,000 people who are embarrassed are the ones who are embarrassed.
"Um..." Chen You cleared his throat, "Can someone explain to me what's going on?"
"Clatter".
Qiao Biluo's snot bubble burst.
The crowd finally realized what was happening.
"Holy crap! Alive!"
"The God of Travel is not dead! The God of Travel is still here!"
"Damn, that scared the hell out of me! I thought I'd encountered a ghost in broad daylight!"
boom!
The square erupted instantly.
After a brief moment of shock, the atmosphere became extremely eerie.
The fact that hundreds of thousands of people gathered around a living person for a funeral is quite shocking even in the entire Origin Realm.
Among the crowd, the guild leader who had hired eight golems to carry his palanquin reacted the fastest.
He kicked away the brazier, pointed at the thief, and cursed, "It's you! You son of a bitch, you coward!"
"You were the one who swore the Youshen was gone! You completely fooled me!"
The thief panicked, his face flushed as he retorted, "How should I know! The sky has cracked! The Wandering God and the Bone Dragon have vanished together, and the system even issued a server-wide announcement!"
"Bullshit! Who is You Shen? Could a mere bone dragon take his life?"
The berserker jumped out, pointing at Qiao Biluo and shouting, "It's all her fault! She was the one who knelt down and cried first! Once she cried, everyone else started crying too!"
Qiao Biluo suddenly stood up, her fat jiggling wildly: "You're talking nonsense!"
"You were the one holding up the roses, saying you wanted to see the spirit off on his final journey! I made three hundred white roses, my hands are all blistered!"
"That orc! Did you put the rabbit leg there?! You stingy thing, you can't even produce a whole sacrifice!"
"I...I was hungry while fighting monsters late at night and ate half of it. I meant well!"
The square was in complete chaos.
They shifted blame and started hurling insults at each other.
No one wants to bear the blame for "cursing the wandering spirits".
Chen You looked at this group of clowns and felt speechless.
He coughed.
The entire room fell silent instantly.
Chen You slowly walked up to the altar.
He walked up to the portrait of the man with his eyes rolled back, raised his hand, and a golden sword aura burst forth from his fingertips.
stab.
The portrait was shredded into pieces by the sword energy, turning into specks of light and dissipating.
"It's just a minor inconvenience." Chen You turned around and looked down at the 300,000 players below.
"The bone dragon was indeed a bit tricky. It took me a while to drag it into the depths of the void and then slay it."
Upon hearing this, all the players in the room gasped in shock.
Did they drag the mythical bone dragon into the Void Slash?
What level of strength is this!
"You Shen is awesome!"
Someone shouted something, and immediately, a deafening roar echoed throughout Cangxing City.
"The Invincible Wanderer!"
"Long live the God of the Parade!"
"Alright, everyone, you can all leave now." Chen You waved his hand. "I have important matters to attend to."
"Take down this altar. Whoever put the rabbit legs here can take them back and eat them. Don't waste food."
The players, feeling as if they had been granted a pardon, dispersed in droves.
Chen You said no more, walked down from the altar, and followed the base of the city wall toward the corner of the west gate.
The mission message indicates that Old Mo is nearby.
There are no shops here, only a pile of collapsed stone pillars and a pond that looks like it has been abandoned for a long time.
Chen You stopped beside a stone pillar.
There was a person squatting there.
An old man wearing a tattered gray robe and with thinning hair.
The old man was holding a dark, grimy pipe and puffing away.
His face was obscured by the swirling smoke.
Chen You walked over.
"Old Mo?"
The old man didn't look up; he simply exhaled a thick smoke ring.
"You've finally arrived, Lu You."
"..."
Chen You forced a smile.
My surname is Chen.