Chapter 190 Intentional or Unintentional
Chapter 190 Intentional or Unintentional
Mirror, mirror, I remember I brought a mirror. I clearly always carried Xia Yubing's makeup mirror with me, so where the hell did I put that fucking mirror? !
The pinched trachea brought an unbearable feeling of suffocation. Ning Zhe used his still free hand to feel around his body and finally found the small pink makeup mirror.
But suddenly, the hand became white and slender, with calluses on the fingertips from playing the guitar for a long time, and it threw the mirror out uncontrollably under Ning Zhe's control.
Then, Yu Ziqian's voice rang out: "I won't let you succeed, kid. You are a devil... Even if you are dead, I will drag you down to hell..."
"Your mother is dead! You bastard! If you have the guts, don't let me hold on. If I survive today, your mother will die! I say it!" Ning Zhe cursed, and then he lost control of his legs. After finally getting up, he fell to the ground again.
After this fall, he could never get up again.
He could feel countless thoughts coming one after another, constantly impacting his memory like waves hitting a breakwater, eroding his self. The intertwined love and hatred were surging in his head, and his consciousness was already on the verge of melting.
If these disordered memories are not suppressed quickly using the thought stamp, the ascender named Ningzhe will completely disappear today, and what will crawl out of the abyss instead is a crazy and deformed monster.
But the mirror had been thrown away by Yu Ziqian, and he, who had lost control of his limbs, could not get up and find the mirror again under the interference of many other personalities. Without the mirror, he could not trigger the medium of "eye contact" and could not impose his ideological imprint on this group of people again.
"Wait... No, that's not right!"
Like a bolt of lightning, Ning Zhe suddenly woke up: "The medium used by the God of Unseeable Eyes to stamp people's thoughts is not eye contact at all..."
He had verified this fact before in Zanju Town.
But if it’s not eye contact, then what else could it be?
At this moment, Ning Zhe's consciousness became increasingly blurred, and the boy's fragile personality seemed to be about to dissipate in the next second. It was simply a fantasy to want to find the correct medium to trigger the thought stamp in such a short time.
Eyeballs kept turning, and distorted facial features were all over Ning Zhe's back. Noisy voices came one after another, mixed with sighs and murmurs from nowhere.
Ning Zhe, I'm really going to die this time.
But Ning Zhe's mind was so strong and his inhuman perseverance that he never gave up the idea of resistance even in such a desperate situation. His consciousness remained clear until the moment before he disappeared.
A ray of light shone over.
Ning Zhe's mind was a little dazed, as if it was a hallucination. A huge face with cracks slowly appeared before his eyes.
"Is that so... You also think I am Ning Zhe..."
As the Four-Faced Buddha's gaze fell on Ning Zhe's broken body, the world became quiet.
The snake scales covering the neck quickly faded away, and the distorted facial features all closed until they disappeared.
The chaotic thoughts in Ning Zhe's mind gradually calmed down, and his limbs that regained consciousness supported him to stand up. He walked to a nearby distance, bent down and picked up the makeup mirror that had fallen on the ground.
Looking at the mirror in his hand, suddenly an idea came to Ning Zhe's mind, making him want to try it.
Ning Zhe closed the makeup mirror, closed her eyes, and said to herself: "I am Ning Zhe."
"I am Ning Zhe too."
"We are all Ning Zhe..." As Ning Zhe's voice fell, the restless memories that had been temporarily calmed down by the gaze of the Four-Faced Buddha were completely suppressed, and the thought stamp took effect.
"Sure enough, there is no need to 'look directly' at all to trigger the rule of the God who cannot be looked at directly."
Ning Zhe casually put the makeup mirror into his pocket, and a question in his mind was answered: "I have shown more than one identity in Zanju Town, but the Four-Faced Buddha insists that 'Ning Zhe' is my real identity. Why? ... Because I have stamped myself with the idea of 'I am Ning Zhe' in Zanju Town."
The Four-Faced Buddha also heard his voice, and was also stamped with the thought that 'this guy is Ning Zhe', which led to the extreme struggle with Taiyi today.
But just as one question was solved, a new question popped up: "But if the medium that triggers the thought stamp is not 'eye contact', then what is it?"
What could it be?
Ning Zhe couldn't find the answer for the time being.
Putting the unsolved doubts in his heart for the time being, Ning Zhe shook off the dirt on his body, put on a green-faced and fanged evil ghost mask on his face, and walked towards Yanglao Village on the charred and dry rice fields.
As he walked, Ning Zhe took out a notebook from his arms, opened the cover, and wrote a line on the first page:
[Do me a favor and call this number, and tell the person who answers the phone that the situation in Yanglao Village has calmed down temporarily, but no one is allowed to approach Yanglao Village before midnight tonight. If he asks, just say that it was Yu Ziqian who said so. If you don't comply, you will bear the consequences. Don't say anything else.]
After writing this, Ning Zhe held the notebook in his hand, waiting for Xia Yubing's reply while continuing to walk forward.
He had been burned to death here. The sky above his head was gray, the ground beneath his feet was black and white, and even the pink shell of the makeup mirror looked light gray to Ning Zhe, as if he had walked into an old faded photograph.
According to the falling levels of [Human, Ghost, Devil, Xi, Yi, Wei], after Yu Ziqian, a dead person, died again, he should have arrived at the third level, the Devil Netherworld.
Being in the underworld, separated by the Yin and Yang, the signals of mobile phones and other electronic devices are blocked, making it impossible to communicate normally with the outside world, but this notebook should still be able to synchronize normally.
This method of transmitting information with the help of strange rules will not be easily interfered with by other rules.
After a while, a line of light-colored handwriting appeared below the words Ning Zhe had just written:
[Got it. Is there anything else I can help you with? ]
Ning Zhe thought for a moment, then wrote:
[Maybe we won’t meet again until September 9. I have something personal to discuss with you.]
Xia Yubing was one of the few people on whom he had left a deep impression. From her, he might be able to find some inspiration regarding the medium of the rules of the God Who Cannot Be Looked At Directly.
After writing this line, Ning Zhe closed the notebook and put it back into his arms.
But what he didn't see was that on the first page of the closed notebook, a few lines of slightly crooked handwriting quickly appeared:
[This, so urgent?! I'm not mentally prepared yet! ]
[…Can you change the time? I have my period at the end of the month.]
[Ningzhe? Are you still there? ]
(End of this chapter)