319: Chapter 117 Are You Suspecting Me 319: Chapter 117 Are You Suspecting Me Human subjective cognition is infinitely amplified in the Outer Dimension.
It’s like playing an electronic game, where the Real World is equivalent to the official software released by the game developers, with all the game rules set for you.
Even in so-called free open worlds, the underlying rules of the game are still fixed.
But games can be pirated, mods can be added, and players can activate Wind Spirit Moon Shadow Sect.
Players have many choices and can play the game in their favorite way.
You can play however you want behind closed doors at home, no one will bother you.
But if you insist on sharing pictures of your modded weapon dealing 99999 damage on the internet to mock legitimate players, it serves you right if you get cyberbullied.
That’s the difference between the Outer Dimension and the Real World.
“Mythical Creature Form” is suppressed by the objective physical laws in the Real World, but in the Outer Dimension, it is greatly enhanced, similar to deep-sea fish.
Since nobody sees it anyway, you can look however you want.
This was Li Mumu’s first time observing Wendy’s Mythical Creature Form up close and clearly; it looked just like the Grim Reaper from Western mythology, a figure wrapped in a black cloak and carrying a large scythe.
In her memory, Wendy had no such imposing persona.
Otherwise, when she first arrived in this world, Li Mumu wouldn’t have been able to easily disarm her and turn the tables.
“This is the divine favor granted by Nyarlathotep, which I actually don’t like very much,” Wendy’s voice emanated from within the hood, deep and husky.
Under that hood, there was no face, just slowly writhing, tangled, viscous tentacles.
And the scythe in her hand wasn’t just a scythe; Li Mumu noticed that the blade was layered, with hidden mechanisms she couldn’t discern.
It looked ordinary at first glance, but if you looked closely, an inexplicable fear would involuntarily arise in your heart.
It wasn’t the fear of death.
It was more akin to the despair of being alive but unable to pay back a loan.
So what exactly is this Nyarlathotep?
From its name to its clergy to its divine favor, nothing seems serious.
Apart from traditional feudal sects, there’s a large group of people within the Federal Government who believe in so-called New Gods.
Among them, Nyarlathotep, the Credit God, is one of the seven thrones of the New Gods.
Most of its followers work in banks, mainly in charge of promoting credit cards and selling funds and financial products.
These details were shared by Wendy; Li Mumu had no knowledge of the so-called seven thrones of the New Gods.
She had never heard of such a thing before her travel to this world.
During her time, the domestic orthodox antagonists of the Federal Government were called Palace of Ten Thousand Demons, that is, the Yellowstone Throne on this world line.
There were also many mutants with genetic mutations, roaming around with rainbow flags, causing many significant incidents.
History had been modified beyond recognition.
“When did it give it to you?”
“The night before we boarded, it summoned me in a dream.”
“So you just went when it summoned you?”
“I didn’t want to go, but it dragged me over and beat me up.”
“Sounds like a pretty bad god.”
“Yes, indeed…”
The two chatted as they came to the edge of the Blood River Map, one step further, and they would be stepping into the murky riverbed mud, with no visible cracks to be seen.
Should we go out and check it out?
The water seems dirty; is it really okay to get it on me?
Li Mumu was uncertain, but seeing her fellow disciples working hard, she felt it was inappropriate to do nothing.
So she gritted her teeth, summoned the Red String to wrap around herself and Wendy, and stepped out.
Whoosh—
There was no solid ground where she landed.
As soon as she stepped off the Blood River Map, she lost her balance and fell straight into the pitch-black mire.
Extreme cold enveloped her from all directions, freezing her limbs and causing her mental state to start freezing as well.
I’m going to die, I’m going to die, I’m going to die!
Li Mumu realized things were going awry and hurried back.
Fortunately, she had kept holding onto the Red String attached to the Blood River Map out of caution; otherwise, she wouldn’t be able to move at all and would have frozen into an ice block right there.
But at that moment, a pair of golden scissors suddenly appeared before her eyes.
Li Mumu didn’t know whether it was a real object or her own hallucination, but she saw the scissors flash a stream of light in front of her, and then the connection between her and the Blood River Map was effortlessly severed!
She and Wendy were instantly washed away by the seemingly gentle current, carried off to an unknown distance.
In a daze, she seemed to hear her senior sister Zuo Yan’s roar, saw a huge limb emerge from the river’s surface and collide with the orbs of light dancing in the sky.
White feathers drifted down slowly from the sky.
Her memory ended abruptly there.
“An angel entered Hell and launched a surprise attack on us.”
Wendy filled in her memories of what happened afterward.
“The main target was us, not your senior sisters.
Both of us were killed on the spot, but before dying, I dragged your soul back to Dreamland for Children.”
Wendy leaned on the sofa lazily, speaking listlessly, “Although I’m not very fond of this place, I have to admit that it is quite useful sometimes.
And there’s no dust here, no matter the clothes or furniture, nothing gets dirty, no need to wash.”
“Wendy…”
“Hmm?”
“Dirty underwear has nothing to do with the presence of dust, it’s your own fault.”
“…”
After a moment of silence, Wendy couldn’t help but retort, “Is that the point I was making?”
“Alright, the point is we died, but why would an angel ambush us?
Do you have any clue?”
Li Mumu sighed, “Did we ever cross Saifu and the Heaven Camp in the past?”
Wendy continued to be silent.
Well, it’s normal to forget the mistakes made in youth since there were too many to recall.
“So, what do we do now?”
“Are you asking how to come back to life?”
“Yeah!”
“No way.”
Wendy spread her hands, “I only snatched back your soul.
Our physical bodies are still soaking in the Netherworld Springs, probably marinated by now.”
“No—!”
Li Mumu screamed, holding her head, unable to accept such a cruel reality, but she quickly thought of something else and looked at the corpse in front of her.
“Who is she?”
“That’s you, of course!”
“Then who am I?
I mean…
where did she come from?”
“When I dragged you over here, you were holding onto this corpse, looks like you had just killed her, the blood isn’t even dry yet.”
“No, I’m a bit confused, don’t talk for a minute.”
Li Mumu covered her head, forcing herself to calm down.
[You realise there are two possibilities.]
[First, Wendy is lying to you, she’s not telling the truth.
She says your bodies were left in the Netherworld Springs, but there’s a corpse right in front of you.]
[Second, Wendy is telling the truth, but the timeline doesn’t match.
In the process of her dragging you into Dreamland for Children, you created a corpse.]
Li Mumu lifted her wrist and gently scratched her arm with the surgical knife.
There was no blood.
She then slashed the corpse’s belly, and the intestines gushed out with a wet sound.
Wendy sat up, tilted her head to look at Li Mumu, and asked softly, “Are you doubting me?”