Visitors from Outside the City

Qin Yiguan stepped onto the gravel.

The tiny stones made a crisp, grinding sound.

He left Black Calamity's mansion and arrived at the area that had been destroyed the previous night.

Looking at the rubble scattered on the ground and the rows of tombstones.

He was very confused.

I glanced at the tombstone beside me.

--Zhao Mingyue, 19 years old, has long black hair, can sing and dance, and loves to sing a song called "Bright Moon".

The tombstone also includes a brief introduction of the deceased.

Furthermore, at the very bottom of the text description, there is a photo of the deceased, but this photo is carved on Shitou tombstone, without color, showing only some facial outlines of the owner.

Qin Yiguan remained silent for a long time.

She's already dead, isn't she? Only by dying could she have come here.

So what's going on now?

Did her soul die too?

Also, Zhao Mingyue...

Qin Yiguan thought carefully, his brows furrowing slightly. "Why do I feel like I've seen her before?"

But no matter how hard Qin Yiguan tried to recall, even with a slight headache, he couldn't remember any information.

Take a few steps forward.

He then saw the next tombstone.

--Old Liu, 70 years old, with a face full of white stubble, drinks all day long. Once he gets drunk, he starts laughing like a fool, which can be heard by the whole neighborhood.

Qin Yiguan tilted his head slightly. "Old Liu? Have I seen you before? Why do you seem so familiar?"

Keep walking forward.

Qin Yiguan then viewed several more tombstones.

Without exception, he had never heard of those names, yet at the same time, he inexplicably felt a sense of familiarity with them.

100,000 tombstones...

I've never met them before, yet they all seem familiar?!

Qin Yiguan was slightly devastated, but he felt like he was surrounded by friends and relatives.

at the same time.

A sense of self-blame began to spread in my heart and grew stronger and stronger.

last night.

If it weren't for my own fear.

Perhaps we can escape the Black Calamity Mansion and stop the Ghost King.

If I had actually stopped the Ghost King, then so many people wouldn't have died.

I...

Qin Yiguan lowered his head slightly.

Why am I so afraid?

Am I a coward?

Am I a coward?

Why am I afraid to face that Ghost King?

Qin Yiguan's facial muscles trembled slightly as he felt a strange emotion—inner condemnation.

He continued walking among the tombstones.

He wanted to find Officer Wang.

But he walked further and further away, until he reached the edge of the Ghost City. He carefully examined every tombstone, but he could not find one that belonged to ' Wang Shiwei '.

Qin Yiguan stood on this desolate land, his brows furrowed, his vision filled with only bleak tombstones.

He didn't understand, he didn't comprehend, he was completely baffled!

Suddenly, he turned his head slightly, his ears twitching. He heard footsteps approaching slowly, crunching on the gravel. But the sound came from outside the Ghost City Ghost City, not inside.

He suddenly turned around.

But then, through the hazy mist outside the Ghost City, a blurry figure slowly approached.

Qin Yiguan slightly opened his eyes.

He was standing in the Ghost City, and he was walking towards Ghost City.

So... the visitor is already dead?!

But then they saw the figure gradually emerge from the mist, its form becoming clearer and clearer.

He wore a gray, coarse cloth monk's robe, black cloth shoes that revealed his big toe, a string of prayer beads around his neck, and a shiny bald head.

That was... a young monk who looked about seventeen or eighteen years old!

Qin Yiguan was somewhat speechless.

In fact, religious beliefs are becoming increasingly rare in this era; in other words, people are now only worshipping science and technology.

Terms like "monk" and "Daoist priest" are now distant and unfamiliar concepts.

A monk has actually come to this Ghost City?!

"Amitabha."

Then the little monk came to Qin Yiguan's side, stood still, put his hands together, recited a chant, and nodded slightly.

Qin Yiguan sized up the young monk.

He was covered in dust, his shoes were worn out, and the cloth bag at his waist, which appeared to be a grain sack, was now empty.

His lips were also white and cracked.

Judging from the looks of it, they had traveled a long way, and on foot.

Qin Yiguan glanced at the boundary again.

The young monk had already entered the territory of the Ghost City.

He is dead.

Too.

Only if he were a 'dead man' could this explain everything, because this is an extremely remote Experimental Zone, and even if this young monk had extraordinary perseverance, it would be impossible for him to have walked here and arrived.

But the next moment...

Qin Yiguan was startled.

The little monk was still bowing his head. He was shorter than Qin Yiguan, so the top of the little monk's head was directly facing Qin Yiguan's face.

But above his head were two large red characters.

Red?!

This is one of the shocking aspects of Qin Yiguan's attire: there is no color in the Ghost City!

Is this young monk different from the ordinary residents?!

Secondly, there are the red characters above the little monk's head.

Those were two Chinese characters, clear and distinct, with powerful and vigorous strokes—"the strongest."

The strongest?!

Qin Yiguan was completely stunned.

Shouldn't monks have ordination scars on their heads?!

These are scars inflicted by burning with coarse incense sticks; the twelve precept scars represent the most accomplished monks?!

now.

What does it mean that you have the word "Strongest" tattooed on your forehead?!

"Amitabha."

The young monk, still with his hands clasped together, smiled and said, "This humble monk, Shitian, has traveled thousands of miles on foot and finally met a living person. Greetings, benefactor."

Qin Yiguan snapped out of his reverie and replied, "Hello."

But Qin Yiguan was thinking rapidly.

His name is Shitian.

Walking thousands of miles... that doesn't seem right. 'Thousands of miles' is nothing compared to the Experimental Zone. How could they possibly reach this Ghost City?

Besides, the person you saw wasn't alive; I just died yesterday.

The most unfortunate thing is that you are now a dead person.

"Oh, young benefactor!"

"This humble monk is new here and there are so many things I don't understand."

The young monk, still with his hands clasped together, looked up and said, "I don't know, may I ask you for some guidance?"

Qin Yiguan felt somewhat helpless.

The young monks were mostly puzzled by the Ghost City.

He then looked at the well-mannered young monk and said, "Ask away, I'll tell you everything I know."

The young monk nodded. "May I ask, benefactor, is this the Gemini Metaverse?"

Qin Yiguan was slightly taken aback. "Yes."

The young monk suddenly understood, as if a long-held question in his heart had finally been answered. Then, he looked at the God's Abandoned on Qin Yiguan's shoulder and asked, "Excuse me, what is that?!"

Qin Yiguan was taken aback again. "This is Personal Brain, it stores your data in its memory, it's an assistant that everyone has."

now.

Qin Yiguan looked at the shoulder of the young monk Shitian... but there was nothing there.

The little monk tilted his head, looking curious, and asked, "How can I get a smart brain?"

Qin Yiguan sensed something was amiss, but patiently explained, "The Nutrient Pod you use to log in will have a Digital ID. Take it to the Equipment Management Bureau under the Metaverse Government to apply for a free AI."

"Oh..."

"Nutrient Pod?"

The young monk seemed to understand but not quite, then suddenly asked, "Excuse me, have you ever heard of anyone who can log into the Metaverse without Nutrient Pod?"