Zongwang: Unspeakable fear!

Chapter 40: Residence and Practice

The county town was not big. Following the navigation, Gao Yang quickly walked out of the county town and walked along the road for more than half an hour before finally arriving at his destination.

The road under your feet has evolved from an asphalt road at the beginning, to a cement road, and now to a wooden bridge floating on the water, which is only two meters wide and made of wooden boards.

The wooden bridge is not high, only about one meter from the ground. Through the gaps in the wooden boards, you can see the clear water surface close at hand, as well as the lush aquatic plants floating back and forth in the water, and even fish swimming in the green aquatic plants.

From time to time, there were slender boats speeding across the water. When the people on them saw Gao Yang, they were all a little curious.

"Old man, do you know the Meng Changfeng family?"

An old man with a ruddy complexion came towards them. Gao Yang took two steps forward and asked with a smile.

"Meng Changfeng?" In response to Gao Yang's question, the old man stopped and looked Gao Yang up and down.

Seeing that he didn't look like a bad guy, he said, "Old Meng, I know him. He is from our village. He has been away for many years. He came back two years ago.

Who are you, young man?

Gao Yang replied, "Uncle, my name is Gao Yang. I'm an orphan. I was raised by Grandpa Meng since I was little. Now that I have some free time, I want to come and see Grandpa Meng."

"Oh, so that's it. But you're back too late. Old Meng passed away half a year ago." The old man's eyes softened a little, and then he said with a sigh.

"Gone? Where to?" Gao Yang was stunned and subconsciously wanted to ask where Grandpa Meng went.

But it only took Gao Yang a moment to realize that in rural areas, "gone" most likely means death.

A feeling of emptiness instantly filled Gao Yang's heart. He pursed his lips twice, not daring to look the old man in the eye, and said, "Uncle, you said Grandpa Meng is gone."

The old man patted Gao Yang's arm and comforted him, "Hey, you're old, this is inevitable. Old Meng lived to be 83 years old. At least he died in his sleep. He was gone when he woke up, so it was also a happy funeral.

Come on, since you are Lao Meng’s grandson, I will take you to see it.”

"Thank you for your help, sir." Gao Yang thanked him subconsciously.

The old man turned around and walked back the way he came. Gao Yang followed him and wanted to support him, but the old man refused.

The two walked past dozens of wooden houses built on the earth slopes that emerged from the water, and finally stopped on a piece of dry land.

On the small piece of land, there are many small graves and tombstones.

The old man took Gao Yang to a new tomb and stopped. He gestured to Gao Yang, "Old Meng is here."

Gao Yang looked at the tombstone in front of him, which was only about one meter high. He slowly knelt down and took out the supplements he had bought from his backpack one by one.

"Grandpa, Xiaoyang originally wanted to nourish your body, but I didn't expect this to happen."

"Don't be sad, kid. Old Meng had a good life. When he passed away, his son, who had settled abroad, came back specially to observe seven days of mourning."

The old man advised.

Gao Yang kowtowed three times respectfully, then stood up and looked at the old man.

"Excuse me, sir."

The old man was very generous. "Hey, what's the trouble? It's getting late. I think you should stay in the village. It just so happens that Old Meng also told us old friends before he died that if anyone comes to see him, let them stay at his house. Anyway, his son doesn't care about this old house anymore."

Gao Yang did not refuse and walked back with the old man.

Not long after, the two stopped in front of a house.

The old man pointed to the house in front and said, "This is the old Meng family. We don't lock the door here. The door is closed. There is nothing valuable here. Xiao Gao, you can just move in."

"Okay, thank you very much, uncle." Gao Yang looked at the two-story house built of bamboo and wood standing on the water in front of him, with nostalgia in his eyes.

Pushing the door open, Gao Yang saw some furniture made of bamboo and wood. On the wall facing the door, there was a black and white photo hanging.

The photo shows a kind-looking old man, the former dean, Meng Changfeng. "Grandpa, Xiaoyang is here to see you."

The village was not big to begin with, and in just one afternoon, the whole village knew that a child raised by Meng Changfeng had settled down in the village.

That night, at the enthusiastic invitation of the village chief, Gao Yang had no choice but to have dinner at the village chief's house, which made him somewhat familiar with the village.

At night, Gao Yang stayed in the second bedroom on the second floor.

The old dean who raised him since he was a child passed away. Although it was a happy funeral, he still found it difficult to let go.

At the same time, this also triggered his exploration of life and death.

He wondered if, in the multiverse, a world of transcendental powers, life and death could be reversed.

He opened Zongwang, clicked on the Zongwang forum, and posted a message on Zongwang:
"Excuse me, what method can bring the dead back to life?"

Not long after Gao Yang posted the message, other players replied.

"May I ask if the person you wish to resurrect has been dead for more than one calendar day? If the time since death is shorter, the probability of resurrecting their soul into their body will be higher."

Gao Yang thought the player's answer was quite professional, until he clicked on his homepage and found that his profile showed that he was a necromancer.

"I recommend that you look for a priest from the Church of Life. They are experts in the field of resurrection of the dead."

“Although we can indeed resurrect the dead, the prerequisite is that the deceased has not been dead for more than ten minutes. If the deceased has been dead for more than ten minutes, their soul will either fall into Baator Hell, fall into the Abyss, or ascend to the Kingdom of God, or even appear on the Wall of the Unbelievers.

It is almost impossible to recall souls from these places."

"The cycle of life and death is in accordance with the laws of nature. Why force it?"

Looking at these two replies, Gao Yang already understood.

It seems that even at the level of the multiverse, it is basically impossible to resurrect the dead.

The old dean passed away not just ten minutes ago, but more than half a year ago.

If it is true as the life pastor who replied to the post said, the old dean's soul is now nowhere to be found.

Besides, the old dean has lived for more than eighty years, and it is normal for him to grow old, get sick and die. Forcibly resurrecting him would be a torture for the old man.

However, he thought about it for a moment and tentatively replied, "Excuse me, if someone has been dead for longer than this time limit, for example, ten days or half a month, is there any way to revive them?"

"Idiot, goodbye!"

“Hahaha, maybe you can talk to the Goddess of Life or the God of the Underworld about this. If they are in a good mood, they might help you fish out the soul you want to resurrect from among the countless souls.

But there is a high probability that there will be no response.”

It turns out that there are still no resurrection coins in this world!

Gao Yang thought to himself.

Then he took out the Black Diamond and placed it flat on his legs, closed his eyes slightly and began his daily meditation.

An hour later, the daily meditation ended.

Gao Yang opened the comprehensive website and began searching.

In the Internet, there are various ways to become stronger. The only thing he needs to do is to find the method that suits him best.

Now that he has broken free from the cage of the past, it is natural for him to follow this path and see the scenery ahead for the rest of his life.

(End of this chapter)