Mythology

Chapter 225 Television and Bus

Yang He stared at the wooden box, and the pain in his head became more and more severe.

He knew that the wooden box could not be the TV from his previous life. After all, it was only similar in appearance, and the two antennas on the top were made of bamboo.

But it still seems incredible to see it in a world with an ancient background.

"Am I dreaming? Is the whole world fake?"

Yang He had a lot of mixed thoughts, but unexpectedly he did not go crazy because of it. Instead, an idea was about to come out.

The more I doubt, the more fake everything feels.

Yang He had the impression that he had been in this world for more than two years, but his experience was extremely vague. Occasionally, he would even see some strange scenes that had no connection at all and were all hideous and evil.

[Spiritual Vision: 4.8]

The spiritual vision has remained at 4.8, and I can vaguely feel that the number is increasing.

Yang He stood in the sunset and for some reason suddenly blurted out the words "Investiture of the Gods", even though it was clear that Investiture of the Gods had nothing to do with the current situation.

"Investiture of the Gods? What does it have to do with mythology?"

Squeak.

The door of the wing room was pushed open.

"Ahe, dinner is ready. Since you are not feeling well, you should eat more."

The candlelight flickered, and the reflection of Yang's father's feet seemed to sway along with it. His voice also changed from the gentle and soft words at the beginning to a cold and cold one.

"Dad, I'm fine."

Yang He narrowed his eyes, and returned to normal the moment he turned around.

Father Yang had a blank expression on his face, his pupils revealing a somewhat enchanting purple, and when he wiped the sweat off his forehead with his sleeves, it also took on a fluorescent texture.

"Ahe, what are you doing?"

"If you feel uncomfortable, tell your parents in detail."

Father Yang approached step by step, holding the butcher knife he had just used to chop meat.

Mother Yang stood behind Father Yang, smiling brightly, "Yes, Ah He, mother has felt that you are uneasy since daytime."

When the time came, Yang He was surprised to find that he was not as scared as he had expected.

It was as if he had experienced even more horrific incidents before.

Yang He asked to himself: "Dad, this is the first time I've seen this thing. It looks familiar. What is it?"

"Oh?"

Father Yang stopped where he was, grinning as if nothing had happened, and the unnaturalness he revealed disappeared in a few breaths.

"It's a revolving lantern. Dad made it for you a few years ago."

Father Yang picked up the wooden box, opened the outer shell and found only a candle inside. When the candle was lit, a faint light shone out of the wooden box.

Because there are patterns of landscapes and figures on the inside of the wooden box, it also becomes vague.

Mother Yang carefully wiped the dust off the surface and said, "When you were little, you cried and shouted that you wanted to have a revolving lantern, and your mother couldn't persuade you to stop."

Yang He frowned slightly. It was true that the wooden box was used as a revolving lantern, but it was also an indisputable fact that it looked like a TV.
Is it a coincidence? ! !
Impossible, the antenna used to decorate the wooden box was beyond the imagination of the time.

"There's something wrong with this world. It's so fake that it's shocking."

Father Yang patted Yang He's shoulder worriedly and put the wooden box back in the corner. "Don't let your imagination run wild, Ah He, you know what happened? The poor scholar on the corner of the street was talking nonsense before he died yesterday. He caught a cold and died yesterday."

"No, Dad, it's already spring and warm."

Yang He remained calm, but many irrelevant memories emerged in his mind.

In his memory, he turned into a scholar who had studied hard for many years. He seemed to encounter the same situation and felt that the world he lived in was very fake.

The scholar ran desperately, but couldn't get out of Guliang Street.

He eventually died of a cold.

Yang He didn't understand where the scholar's memory came from. He didn't show any signs of abnormality and followed his parents to finish dinner as usual.

He returned to his room and waited for a long time until night fell.

"First of all, I'm not crazy, and secondly, my cheap parents are definitely not human beings!!"

Yang He found a handy wooden stick and tiptoed out of the house.

"Ah He, where are you going? Don't forget what Dad told you."

Yang He froze in his tracks. Out of the corner of his eye he saw Yang's father and mother appear at the entrance of the alley at some point. They stood straight with empty eyes.

"Ahe."

"Ahe, come home with us."

"Ahe, stop going crazy, we are worried about you..."

The two men's words became more and more hysterical, and then they approached Yang He with stiff postures, and the purple light flashing in their eyes became more intense in the darkness.

Yang He said nothing, took out a hardwood stick and pushed hard.

He climbed over the wall and landed at the street corner, then quickly walked away from Yang's father and mother.

The calls of the two people gradually faded away, but a few houses around seemed to be frightened, and candles were lit. They could still be heard faintly, and the patrolling constables were also hurrying over.

It wasn't long before the end of Guliang Street came into view.

Yang He walked out of Guliang Street with trepidation, but everything went very smoothly. He did not suffer from the dilemma that the scholar had before his death at all.

"Maybe I'm hysterical? No, this damn place can't be real."

The cold wind blew in my face, penetrating straight into my skin.

Yang He shuddered, and when he touched his forehead belatedly, he found it was already hot. His body temperature rose for no reason in just a few breaths.

vomit.

He leaned against the wall and retched, his body weakened by the fever.

“Wind chill!!!”

Yang He felt a sense of urgency, thinking that he might get sick and die.

"Those things should not be the pranks of naughty kids. When touching foreign objects, there is also an illusion of being in a dream." Yang He turned and walked towards the place where the stall was set up during the day. He heard muffled discussions and saw figures walking out of the house.

The figure pointed and said that Yang He was a madman who came from nowhere.

Yang He quickly arrived at the destination, "Fortunately it wasn't lost in any corner."

He picked up the pill wrapped in paper, and the jade had been broken into pieces.

The pill was stained with soil, and I didn't know if it was an illusion, but it didn't have the original stench, and I could even smell a faint medicinal fragrance.

"The medicinal fragrance should be about 20% to 30% left. As for the effect..."

Yang He almost blurted it out, as if he knew the medicinal properties very well.

He slapped his cheeks hard and forced himself to come back to his senses. He put the pill in his mouth and hesitated whether to take it. His breathing became rapid.

At this moment.

There was a faint light shining on the street corner.

Because of the fog in the evening, Yang He only knew that a carriage was slowly approaching, but he could not see the details clearly.

"Carriage, why is there a carriage running in the middle of the night?"

Yang He couldn't help but get closer to take a look, but he saw a horrifying scene. His throat tightened and the pill was almost crushed.

Judging from the outline, it doesn't look like a carriage at all.

More like a bus from a previous life.

Yang He felt a chill down his spine as he watched the strange carriage stop at the corner of the street.

It looks like a bus, but its wheels are still the wooden wheels of an ordinary horse-drawn carriage, which make a harsh squeaking sound when rubbing against the bluestone slabs.

There were no horses pulling the carriage, but the extended reins were hanging in the air.

A series of bloody footprints spread out, as if hundreds of people were dragging the vehicle with difficulty, and the reins were even stuck with bloody flesh.

"Uh uh uh."

Yang He hugged his head, blood flowing from his facial features.

After witnessing more and more bizarre things, the string in my brain finally broke.

Snapped.

Yang He opened his eyes, the fear between his brows disappeared, and he silently put the pill into his arms, "It is worthy of being... the Ten Absolute Formations."

"Even if the Ten Heavenly Lords are not immortals, they should be pretty close to being immortals."

Yang He has regained consciousness, so the pills are naturally not needed for the time being.

"The power of the Ten Absolute Formation is probably enough to trap the Twelve Golden Immortals, and the subsequent Jiejiao immortals will also enter the formation. Damn, it's a mess."

He pinched the bridge of his nose with a headache and looked at the carriage in front of him.

Not surprisingly, the bus carriage and the TV slideshow were both created under the influence of the Corpse Taoist Child. This influence has just begun, and the Ten Absolute Formations will inevitably become more bizarre as time goes by.

As for why they are similar in appearance but not in spirit?

It’s very simple, the Ten Absolute Formations cannot understand Yang He’s cognition.

That’s why completely unrelated objects are combined together, and then all kinds of messy things might appear.

For Jiejiao, the main battlefield where they think they have an advantage will not go smoothly.

“It’s difficult.”

"I guess the Nanji Immortal simply guessed that the Jie Cult would set up a formation, so he used the corpse Taoist child's natural immortal body to interfere with the formation."

Yang He had long realized that the corpse Taoist boy, combined with the flesh bodies of many immortals, was the perfect material for the core of the formation, and the plot of the Ten Absolute Formations had gotten out of control.

The door of the bus carriage was opened and a gloomy aura rushed in.

“Ahe! Ahe!!”

Yang's father and mother hurried over and stood a hundred meters away surrounded by neighbors, trying to stop Yang He by calling out to him.

Yang He didn't hesitate too much and leaned forward to enter the carriage.

"The scholar character died of a cold three days later. I have caught a cold now and will probably die soon."

"Death is death, but it cannot be in vain."

There were more than a dozen seats in the carriage, but it was now empty. There was also an aisle in the middle for passengers to stand, and it had all the necessary railings.

Yang He didn't notice the coachman and chose to sit by the window.

The window is just a thin curtain.

After a moment, the carriage disappeared into the fog amid the sound of dense footsteps.

Yang He was very excited at first, but after riding for more than half an hour, he felt bored and then fell asleep due to the effect of fever.

The carriage traveled through the city all night, and when dawn came, it became pitch black outside the window.

Yang He felt like he was in a closed coffin. The strong yin energy intensified his cold and his yang energy was rapidly dissipating. It was obvious that he could not last more than three days.

He survived the next night in a daze, when carriages reappeared on the streets.

People started to come in the carriages one after another.

Yang He narrowed his eyes and took a quick look, and found that they were all ordinary people who had strayed in. To be more precise, they were ordinary people who were born by the Ten Absolute Formations.

He had lost all worldly consciousness and his face was as pale as that of a dead person.

As soon as they sat down, Yang energy was continuously supplied to the carriage.

"It's really weird. It feels like the carriage has developed intelligence. It behaves like a deep-sea lantern fish, trapping ordinary people as food."

"The growth rate is too fast, such evil spirits are not isolated cases!!!"

Yang He forced out his strength and stuffed the pill into the mouth of the man nearby.

"Hurry up, I can't seize the initiative for too long, the monks from the Chan and Jie sects will be coming in soon, but it's still early for the immortal."

Once the vitality is gone, the flesh and blood will become nutrients for the carriage, leaving only a pile of dry bones.

[Your character "Monger" has died, and the role-playing story ends]

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