Become a villain after transmigrating into an infinite game

Chapter 45 Miaojiang Secret Coffin

Sequence of the gods... night, dusk?

Quan Heng fiddled with the Buddha beads, and said in a gentle voice, "Go on. What happened next?"

"Later the villagers gained peace with the help of the immortality Gu, but they gradually forgot the warnings of God in the tranquility and sweetness, and began to use the immortality Gu to gain new life uninterruptedly, and even used the larvae of the immortality Gu to revive the dying livestock, again without interruption. Use the meat that grows wisely.”

Mi Tu lowered her eyes.

"By my father's generation, the immortality gu no longer laid eggs, centenarians began to grow old, and even newborn babies began to show signs of aging, and people began to disappear in the village. My father brought people to If you search in the mountains, what you will see is a group of Gu people who have been corrupted by the immortal Gu, and they will be wiped out when they see the sun."

People will always gradually forget the warnings and crises in the joy, lose the awareness of the precepts themselves, and thus indulge in the abyss of narcissism, complacency, and arrogance, even if it is less than 700 years old.

Mi Tu paused: "Human beings always have to pay the price for their greed."

"I heard from the village master that you Gu kings are all favored by the gods. Your father listened to the oracle?"

Quan Heng guessed.

"Yes," Mi Tu nodded, "Father asked about the current situation of Karan Tower and listened to God's will."

The oracle has spoken—

All the gifts of fate have already marked the price in secret.

Everything is just an advance request.

"It turns out that everything we have obtained is deprived by our descendants. We just transfer the pain and aging to others, and enjoy the happiness alone. It's ridiculous..."

Mi Tu closed her eyes, breathed a sigh of relief and continued:
"Later, my father discussed with the elders in the clan about destroying the immortality Gu, but only half of them agreed. My father had no choice but to forcibly remove it, which forced the disaster to be suppressed."

"Reluctantly? If I'm not mistaken..." Quan Heng pondered, "They won't be willing to give up not to grow old, will they?"

Immortality has an irresistible charm for any intelligent creature with a lifespan.

"You're right. They still stubbornly want to live forever. According to ancient records, they entered the tomb of the gods without permission to summon the gods, and then..." Mi Tu closed his eyes slowly, and sighed, "Then He came, just as 700 years ago."

The ignorant and greedy villagers offer sacrifices to pray for immortality, calling gods into the endless abyss.

Then the black mist thickened, and the god appeared dimly on the altar, causing the stars to ask about cause and effect.

"The god said, 'I can bestow immortality Gu, but in response, you have to sacrifice the names, souls, and fates of your descendants to me.' The group of villagers agreed, it was only descendants, and they would not implicate themselves. Will you think about the future?"

Mi Tu smiled, indifferent and sarcastic.

"But they brought disaster to Karan Tower."

He gently raised his hand, the wide cuffs slipped down, Quan Heng's pupils suddenly shrank, and Song Jingyun, who was standing slack and waiting behind her, instantly stood up straight, feeling nauseated instinctively——

Except for the skin that has been exposed all year round, the flesh below the wrist is completely festered, and half of the arm has been eaten clean, leaving only the incomplete bones. Looking in from the gap, there are densely intertwined with golden pupae, and the belly is dark red. The Gu worms squirmed in the meat juice.

[Ding dong! KP reminder: Song Jingyun's san value plummeted, and the fluctuation reached (3.1, 7.2), please stop looking directly at the immortal Gu immediately! ]
Song Jingyun hurriedly turned his head in the dizziness like being poisoned by poisonous mushrooms, and closed his eyes to relieve it.

"It's like this every day, only rest during the day, and then the physical growth resumes, and it will eat again at night."

Mi Tu lowered his hand, the toga covered all the filth, his eyes were lowered, his expression was as pale as the fog on the top of the mountain.

It seems that the next second will be blown away by the ruthless wind.

"It's ugly, isn't it?" Mi Tu smiled lowly, "They begged for immortality, but they brought disease, barrenness, and distortion to Karanta.

"Not being old doesn't mean being healthy, and being immortal doesn't mean being immortal.

"God deceived them. Karanta can no longer be claimed from future generations. The cycle of cause and effect has come to an end. The stockade is full of dead babies, and the resources are exhausted. It has truly become a 'God's Punishment Land' as prophesied."

He said softly: "It was afterward that my father retrieved all the immortality Gu, raised the inflammable immortality Gu cocoons in his body, and burned all the records about the gods to avoid future troubles. When my father died, it was me.

"Although we are not old, but..."

Mi Tu's eyelashes trembled slightly: "Who wants this longevity."

The endless pain spreads again and again, with no end in sight.

"Longevity does not mean eternal life," Quan Heng raised his eyes, his tone was calm, "Then why don't you commit suicide? Get rid of these pains, and you will be free."

"No, I am the Gu King of Karan Pagoda. When I accept this honor, I take over the responsibilities it attaches and embark on my own destiny."

Mi Tu shook her head with calm eyes.

"Only in this way, the immortal Gu can slowly return the vitality of Karanta, and replace the pain of the villagers with our pain, and help them get rid of their crimes."

Mi Tu tilted his head, looking at the sunlight slowly shining into the tomb of the god from the top hole, his expression slightly moved: "My father also persisted in this way for a hundred years, feeding Gu with his body, so that the descendants of Karan Tower will not be afraid of the sun, and sink into darkness forever.

"They won't remember God's punishment, they won't remember the distortion of the night, they just need to live well in the day, the night is just a dream without memory.

"I can not be understood, I can not be accepted, I can be resented, I can be reprimanded. But it's nothing..."

He smiled lightly, and the sunlight fell through the gaps between the branches and leaves, from the distant heaven, from the fingertips of the ancestors.

Warm, like many, many kisses.

"—For us, nothing in this world is more important than our hometown and our people."

He said so.

Under the new sunshine, the raised fingertips began to melt and fester, and the scent of rotten wood and flowers wafted in the perennially cold tomb of the underground palace god.

The bell is windless and automatic, light and pleasant to the ear, as if some joyful expectation is about to usher.

"I appreciate your coming."

Mi Tu curled her lips, and her long eyelashes looked like distorted butterflies, fluttering away into the distance, "All this has finally come to its due end, thank you."

He leaned forward to thank the gift with a warm voice: "In the future, I wish you good luck."

Quan Heng leaned slightly to return the salute, suddenly saw the graceful purple butterfly dancing in front of him, and when he raised his eyes again, the person in front of him had already drifted away, turning into countless gu butterflies flying freely in the light, with the fragrance of rotten wood flowers.

Up, up.

Follow the light and fly to the ancient courtyard of Karan Pagoda. The flowers, plants and ancient trees lingering on the holy mountain turn into gentle traces in the sunrise.

Silently, dressed in costumes, buried in his cherished hometown.

"Ding! KP Reminder: All maps have been cleared this time."

The prompt for customs clearance sounds——

"KP summary: The universe has been decided, congratulations to all of you who have opened up the Vlam-Daybreak way (to the human race)

Karanta, a place where the original intention is to get rid of the painful fate and greedily absorb the punishment of suffering in order not to grow old. Human beings always seem to go to the benefit, madness and unknown at the fork in the road of choice.

But there are always those people who shine brightly in the human group, take root in the dark soil, burn the purity of the soul, and help the group find its direction.The pain, cursing, and resentment they bear have since ended, and they will eventually be buried in their beloved hometown. "

……

After a long time, Quan Heng withdrew his gaze, narrowed his eyes and saw the golden eagle of immortality that was quietly placed in the original place.

She picked it up, slowly clenched it, and finally turned into a shallow sigh——

"Senior, tell me... who is the patron saint of Karanta?"

(End of this chapter)