Gravekeeper

There was silence in the dark bus.

Chu Qing stood there calmly, looking at the old man with white hair in front of him calmly. The disappearance of the human head lantern and the black umbrella did not attract his attention.

He even knew that the two gadgets were hidden.

However, even he seemed calm at this time, but he was actually in fear.

Just a little bit!

Just a little bit, he triggered the death rule!

Chu Qing was 100% sure that once he got off the bus and entered the station, even with the blood pupil, his ending would definitely not be good.

That was one of the worst endings.

Because, this weirdness, to a large extent, is not afraid of the blood pupil.

Just like the last time, when he got out of the edge of the secret realm, he had a certain understanding of this weirdness. In fact, this thing was not without gain!

He knew his greatest reliance, the rules of the blood pupil!

Therefore, when he still didn't know the true form of this thing, it wanted him to enter its rules of death chess without knowing it.

And it must be said that he did it.

Because Chu Qing is now a dead chess piece!

He couldn't stay in the car for a long time, not to mention that this weird thing that couldn't be killed was a thing that was materialized and couldn't be killed, as well as the weird harmonica.

What's more, if he wanted to leave the secret realm, he had to find the core weirdness behind it!

However, even so, the thing behind the scenes still didn't put its "eyes" on him. It was avoiding his blood pupils, waiting for death to slowly devour Chu Qing,

Or, let Chu Qing become the most precious one among its passengers.

He had long been accustomed to facing countless life-and-death crises. Even at such a critical moment, Chu Qing's expression did not fluctuate at all. He looked at the endless night outside the car. Such darkness was deeper than anything else.

"Young man, get off the bus."

The old man looked at him calmly.

But Chu Qing smiled at this time.

He sat back in his seat.

He looked at the old man and said with a smile:

"Just now, you wanted to talk to me so much? Why, don't you want to talk to me?"

The old man said calmly: "Don't struggle. Whether you want to or not, you have to get off, right?"

"Yes, but before I get off, I still want to talk to you. I'm wondering, what on earth are you?"

The old man looked at Chu Qing who sat down again, thought for a while and said: "I am a human."

Chu Qing shook his head and said firmly: "No, you are not."

The old man did not deny it, but paused and said: "I think I am."

Chu Qing's eyes have never been so sharp:

"No, I know, you are a collection of them."

The old man narrowed his eyes and touched the harmonica in his hand again.

Chu Qing's mind was churning.

He has lost a lot of memory.

However, the memory before rebirth seemed to be unable to be eliminated, so in the previous confusion, he easily got rid of the shadow of death brought by the confusion and unknown.

And now, he also has to truly survive from death:

"I know that you and it are not the same thing. You are their representative, a unique existence formed by all their condensed memories, right?"

The old man stopped talking, but was a little disappointed, and some memories and confusion were revealed in his dark eyes.

"Yes, you are right."

The old man finally admitted it.

Chu Qing exhaled, and he could finally confirm the identity of the thing in front of him, although he had already guessed it before.

In the era of terror, there are all kinds of strange things.

Among them, in addition to the weirdness of various rules, there are also some special things.

And the old man is one of them.

This kind of thing is generally born more in the secret realm.

It is called memory projection.

There are no abilities, no rules, but only memory fragments of many humans who died in the secret realm.

This kind of existence is relatively special, but more often, they are controlled by the weirdness in the secret realm.

However, they have fragments of memory, so in many cases, they represent that they have a certain amount of wisdom.

Therefore, the key to breaking through this life-and-death crisis for him may lie in this thing.

Because he knows too little about that thing!

He must find a way to get as much information about it as possible from it!

Chu Qing's voice became gentler:

"So you said that you are a human, and there is nothing wrong with that! However, even though you are a human, you still know that the thing is weird, right?"

The old man glanced at him:

"So what? Many people in this world are worse than weird! Look at us, we are oppressed by this society, walking at the bottom of the world, and everyone can trample on us at will.

What is the difference between those people and weird?"

Chu Qing smiled, looking at the unwilling old man, he smiled:

"So, what do you want to change?"

The old man looked at him mechanically:

"We have changed!"

"In it, or the harmonica in your hand? The so-called false change? Let them enter the false dream forever at the time of their final death?"

When he said this, Chu Qing's heart also had some confusion.

Or, it was because of this thought that he almost completely lost all his reason and memory when he was in this car, and almost walked into the deep darkness, with his life or death uncertain.

Because, does his rebirth mean that he has also encountered similar strange means?

Rebirth! The terrifying ability to return to the past! Why did it appear on him for no reason?

Is everything about him real or illusory? Chu Qing didn't know, so he was briefly confused in this car.

But fortunately, he found his original heart and pursuit that would never disappear at the last moment.

So, when he asked this question, there was an unspeakable meaning.

The old man just looked at him lightly:

"At least, we are satisfied, and when we face it, we have no regrets."

"Really? If there are no regrets, how were you born?"

Such a paradox made the old man silent.

"You realized that in your dream, you experienced all the beauty, and your spiritual and material needs were met to the greatest extent, but in the end, you still had to return to this station. It was like a cycle of death, and you could never escape, right? Did the ghost taxis and ghost couriers that left the secret realm come from this?" Chu Qing asked a series of sharp questions, and the truth of the thing he speculated about was left speechless by him. Chu Qing's tone slowly calmed down: "I know you are unwilling. Yes, in the human era society, you are like horses and cattle. After the weirdness was born, you also became its fuel! So you should understand that in the future, only I can deal with it! And I also tell you that only I can change this world!" "Change... this world?" The old man looked at Chu Qing in confusion. At this moment, he is a farmer whose farmland has been robbed, a worker who has been laid off, a scavenger at night, a delivery man who died suddenly while grabbing orders, and a "white-collar worker" who was fired for working overtime late at night.

At this moment, he is a silhouette of the times.

The old man looked at Chu Qing, he was not very excited, he just asked a question:

"What can you change?"

Chu Qing opened his mouth, but suddenly he was speechless.

He has never been a great and noble person.

Saving the world is what people like Liu Lian and Liu Ci do.

What he wants and does, as mentioned before, has always been only personal immortality.

The reason why he said all this is actually just to deceive the guy in front of him. He has nothing to be reluctant about, just to live.

However, his status in the previous life made him know that, let alone the current him, even if he really became the so-called immortal, he could not actually change anything.

Because this world is like this.

One of the intuitive manifestations of human wisdom and socialization is the gap between the rich and the poor.

This is a very intuitive difference.

The ultimate goal of the exploited to resist exploitation is to become the exploiter.

Power and wealth will always be in the hands of a few people.

Because only in this way can the rest of the people envy, resent, feel unfair and pursue.

If everyone has something, then that thing will not be given the characteristics of wealth and power.

And people will also pursue what they symbolize for various reasons and excuses.

Suddenly, Chu Qing suddenly understood what the name of this secret realm meant.

A circle?

What is a circle?

He stared at the old man in front of him in silence, and for a moment, he had a terrible idea in his mind:

Perhaps, the emergence of weirdness and the complete destruction of current human socialization are inevitable.

What will the world be like after a part of existence has mastered the greatest equality of life and death?

So, soon, Chu Qing regained his calm.

There is no point in thinking about these things, and there is no result.

Because again, his ultimate goal is not to create a civilized era where the fire is everlasting and the world is in harmony.

What he is doing is always his own eternal immortality, nothing more.

He thought about it and could only say one sentence: "The future has infinite possibilities."

However, Chu Qing also breathed a sigh of relief, because he knew that he might never get any help from the old man in front of him.

He had to enter the station to face the most dangerous road and the oppression of a death rule.

However, at this moment, the old man suddenly laughed:

"You are right. Who knows about the future? After all, no matter what, we didn't have to worry about food and drink before.

But as you said, being well fed and well fed is not power, life and death is. Now, what is the future with these things?"

The old man suddenly said:

"And in fact, I can't help you with anything. Even this thing belongs to him. Sit in the driver's seat and drive in! It's waiting for you!"

Chu Qing's eyes narrowed slightly, watching the old man pointing at the harmonica in his arms. He thought for a while, and then sat directly in the driver's seat.

This is also what he can see, perhaps the only way!

However, just after sitting down, a faint cold permeated his whole body.

Blood-red pupils permeated.

This kind of deathly coldness was suppressed immediately.

Then, Chu Qing didn't even pay attention to the ability of the bus that seemed to have finally emerged, and suddenly stepped on the accelerator.

In this secret place of endless dark night.

The sound of the engine broke the silence.

It seemed to rush into this station symbolizing death with unwilling anger and roar!