The Fool of the Gods

(But isn't it a kind of [fraud] to promise to add one chapter and actually add two chapters?

Today's 40,000 words, double the fun!

I am a [fraud] believer! Put your hands on your hips!

Praise [fraud], there will definitely be no next time, too tired...)

Cheng Shi, who was looking for a job, naturally felt relieved after receiving Lao Jia's instructions. He quickly signed the contract and picked a time in advance to go home and give Lao Jia a surprise.

But instead of giving a surprise, he gained a full fear.

Lao Jia passed away, and the people around buried him with the money of Aunt Sun next door. No one told Cheng Shi about this under the promise of a huge sum of money.

On the day Cheng Shi returned home, he did not find Lao Jia, but only saw a handwritten letter from Lao Jia on the table with a missing corner.

On the cover of the letter, two words were written crookedly: Cheng Shi.

Cheng in Cheng Jia, Shi in honesty.

When Cheng Shi saw it, he froze.

He knew that Lao Jia could not even write his own name in his life. He only learned to write these two words in the past ten years of his study. Although his handwriting was like a dog's crawling, it looked better than any other font in his eyes.

This was the name he gave himself.

And when he saw his name written by Lao Jia on a letter, he guessed the meaning of the letter.

His hands suddenly trembled.

This was obviously a thin piece of paper, but it seemed to him to be more than a thousand pounds heavy. He tried several times but failed to pick up the letter.

Until he could not hold back his tears, he forced his trembling hands to press the envelope and pulled out the letter paper from the table.

This was a piece of A4 paper with several folds. When he opened it, he saw only four words on it: Live well.

It was still printed.

Cheng Shi burst into tears after just one look.

He rushed out of the door and shouted "old man" everywhere. Then he shouted "Dad", and then he shouted "Cheng Jia". Until his heart-wrenching cry made the eyes of the neighbors around him red, an aunt finally couldn't help but show him the way.

Cheng Shi ran along this road and ran into a cemetery. Not long after, he found the old man's tomb.

The empty tombstone without a single word was in line with the old man's personality, but Cheng Shi knew that this was not his own arrangement after his death. It must have been Aunt Sun who helped to set it up.

As for Aunt Sun... her tomb is next to the old man. No one knows how she left, and no one knows whether she really left. In short, she chose to be a neighbor to the old man.

Cheng Shi knelt in front of the tomb and cried loudly. Jiang Wumei stood behind him from a distance with mixed feelings in his heart.

What a pathetic person, who was deceived by lies since childhood, and was still deceived by lies and kept in the dark until his beloved father died.

Lao Jia undoubtedly wanted Cheng Shi to learn well. In the second half of his life, he lied and acted for more than ten years, and cultivated Cheng Shi into an honest and good person, but in the end he broke Cheng Shi's defense with the most painful lie.

No wonder this fortune-teller could cheat Zhen Yi...

Fate witnessed his misfortune, and lies ran through his "life".

Under such circumstances, it was not easy to survive until the arrival of the [Faith Game] and become a high-scoring player in the game.

Oh, by the way, Lao Jia asked him to live well, probably this is his motivation.

Jiang Wumei looked at Cheng Shi who fainted from crying and was a little at a loss. He seemed to have never witnessed such a vivid dream, nor had he ever felt such a touching memory. After a night, it seemed that all this happened beside him, as if he was the Cheng Shi who was deceived from beginning to end.

The witnessing was over, and it was time to leave.

He rubbed his face and walked out of the cemetery in a trance, but as he walked, he found that the cemetery seemed a little strange. Why was the name on the tombstone so... weird?

Jiang Wumei frowned and turned to look at his side, only to see a short inscription on the tombstone beside his legs:

"Chen Han, Dream Peeping Ranger, 1394."

?

Jiang Wumei was stunned, thinking that he was dazzled. He rubbed his eyes and looked again, but saw that the words were clearly engraved there, not like an illusion.

He panicked for a moment, took a few steps forward, and saw the tombstone in front of him read:

"Wei Fengming, Dream Peeping Ranger, 1517."

His heart skipped a beat, and he widened his eyes in disbelief, then he looked around nervously, but he didn't find anyone else around, except Cheng Shi who fainted in front of Lao Jia's tomb.

Jiang Wumei keenly sensed the crisis. Although he didn't know where the crisis came from, his reason told him that he had to leave here first, so he ran out of the cemetery frantically.The ranger ran very fast, like the wind. The tombstones beside him passed through his peripheral vision quickly and stretched infinitely backwards. But even if the light turned into a track, he could still clearly see the inscriptions written on the tombstones that were left behind and almost connected to form a low siege.

"Zhu Youyou, Dream Peeping Ranger, 1656."

"Cheng Meng, Dream Peeping Ranger, 1877."

"......"

"Song Siqi, Dream Peeping Ranger, 2204."

"Jiang Wumei, Dream Peeping Ranger, 2319."

!!!

Crazy!

The last tombstone with a name actually had his own name written on it!

He actually saw his own grave in this absurd dream cemetery!!!

Jiang Wumei was suddenly shrouded in great fear. He stopped, drew his longbow, and looked around with a stiff back. At this moment, how could he not know that his existence had already been discovered by the owner of the dream.

And the place where he was standing now was right at the entrance of the cemetery.

A figure appeared from behind the huge stone pillar at the entrance, and said to him with red eyes:

"It's so annoying. I have already made myself forget all this, why do you still want to deceive my tears?"

Jiang Wumei looked in the direction of the voice, but saw that the figure was not Cheng Shi!

But he was not the Cheng Shi in front of Lao Jia's tomb, but his teammate, the fate weaver, Cheng Shi!

His eyes opened sharply and his pupils shrank sharply. The sirens in his heart were blaring and his mind was blank. The electric current of fear ran from his head to his feet, leaving him with almost no strength to pull the bowstring.

But his instinct for survival made him move, and he did not do it, because he still had a fluke in his heart.

He swallowed nervously and said word by word:

"I didn't do anything to hurt him."

Cheng Shi's tears were still flowing, but he smiled:

"Yes, Ranger, you are cleaner than any Dream Peeping Ranger lying here.

But I only ask you one question, just one question:

Will you dedicate everything you saw tonight to Him?

If you say no, I'll let you go."

The hesitation on Jiang Wumei's face flashed, and he gritted his teeth and said hard: "No."

Well, it's a lie.

Very good, very good.

Cheng Shi wiped his tears and smiled indifferently.

"I never like to be disturbed by others, nor do I want him to appear in this disgusting game, and I don't want to reunite with him in an inexplicable way that I can't expect. So, I'm sorry to trouble you, Ranger.

You know, I'm a liar, and you can't believe what I say."

"Boom--"

Before he finished speaking, thunder had exploded. He was still the cautious Cheng Shi, and he would never leave any chance for the enemy at this moment.

"But Ranger, I still want to tell you one thing, there is no free lunch in the world.

You have to pay the corresponding price for listening to other people's stories.

It's just that my story is a little expensive.

It's probably just worth a life."

Looking at the Ranger who was directly blasted into a charred corpse in front of him, Cheng Shi raised his hand again and fired another shot.

"Boom--"

"Goodbye, Ranger, I wish you a good dream forever."

So far, the Dream Peeping Ranger died in his dream.

Two thunders passed by, and a heavy rain fell.

It was raining. In this cemetery full of sorrow, a rain of weeping for the misfortune of fate fell.

Cheng Shi stared at the ashes at his feet in a daze. He didn't know what he remembered, and shook his head and laughed.

"Speaking of which, I have to thank you. This image of the old man's father was completed by you dream-peeking rangers. Every time you come, I feel that his love for me has deepened a little."

As he said this, he raised his head and looked at himself crying in front of the tombstone. Cheng Shi in the dream woke up and was splashed by the rain. His tears mixed with the rain, and his crying was covered by the rain, as if the sadness was gone.

But only Cheng Shi knew that he was the most desperate at this time, because at this moment he was thinking, why even God was laughing at me.

It was also from then on that he began to spit on fate.

"Alas, it's all over."

Cheng Shi sighed, resisted the urge to take another look, and turned away.

"Old man, I know you like playing chess, so I found a new chess partner for you.

But you have to be careful, he may be very good at memorizing chess records."

He paused and choked up again.

"Old man, I'm leaving, I'm probably going to forget something about you again...

But this time I know, it turns out that you envy other people's children for getting the top score.

Well, top scorer, I'm too stupid, I'm not good at studying, I'm afraid it's a bit difficult to get the top score.

But now, there are no top scorers..."

Cheng Shi was talking and suddenly laughed again, he looked back again.With his eyes fixed on the cemetery that was about to disappear, he bid farewell to Lao Jia with his last tear.

As the tears fell, the dream faded.

At the same time, in the main house of the mushroom-foot tribe in the Sighing Forest, Cheng Shi, who had slept all night, opened his eyes.

The sky was bright.

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