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Chapter 661 Wishing everyone a Happy Ghost Festival
why?
Why is Earth so hostile towards him?
This is something Gu Mian has always wanted to understand.

And now he seems to have found some clues.

As Gu Mian pondered this, she took out the stack of photos from her pocket.

The fat man was the first to exclaim in surprise.

He looked at the thick stack of photos, each one showing a person who looked like Gu Mian.

"So many doctors," the fat man said, somewhat dazed. "Is this heaven?"

“I found these photos in a photo studio in this world,” Gu Mian said, arranging them on the car. “It was Chu Changge who led me there.”

Not long after Gu Mian entered this place, she encountered a ghostly figure that resembled Chu Changge.

Guided by the ghostly figure, he found the photos in the photo studio and gleaned some insights into the secrets of reincarnation.

“It must have been the one who found the photos in the photo studio and led you there,” Chu Changge wiped the blood that had trickled down to his temple. “Didn’t he attack you?”

Gu Mian looked up and thought for a moment: "No."

"Theoretically speaking, we completely lose our minds after becoming monsters, and we even attack ourselves." Chu Changge thought of himself when he first came out of the dense forest. The ghost he became was indeed devoid of any consciousness.

“In fact, even Xiao Qiao didn’t attack me. I’ve seen another Xiao Qiao in this world.” Gu Mian thought of the figure downstairs at the restaurant. “At first, she just secretly watched me from downstairs. Later, when I discovered her, she panicked and hid in the closet. She didn’t do anything aggressive from beginning to end.”

But the other ghosts in this world are different.

Gu Mian's ability to kill ghosts is widely recognized as high, but the ghosts are not afraid at all and rush towards her one after another.

From this perspective, they are indeed devoid of any consciousness.

“Perhaps the guardians are ultimately different,” Chu Changge said, looking at the photos laid out in front of him. “Even if they become monsters, they can still recognize the people they are meant to protect.”

The fat man reached up and touched the corner of his eye: "Why did you suddenly become so poetic? What you said really touched me."

As he spoke, he reached out and touched the photos: "So these are the messages that Brother Chu wanted to convey to us before? What do these photos represent... that there are many doctors in the lower-dimensional world? But these people look a little different from doctors."

"That ghost in the Death Image instance also said he saw doctors at the crematorium, right? Could it be that these are the people he saw?" the fat man asked, puzzled.

For matters concerning the lower-dimensional world, you should ask the NPCs of that lower-dimensional world.

Gu Mian looked at the driving instructor who was driving.

Feeling Gu Mian's gaze, Coach Che shrank back: "Don't look at me! I don't know anything. I didn't even know the world was like this before. If I had known, I would never have come. Not only did I not get any benefits, but I almost got swallowed up. Now I just want to get to the station as soon as possible and escape this hellhole..."

"I'm just a poor NPC who wants to work to earn money to repair cars, please leave me alone."

Seeing that Coach Che was almost crying, Gu Mian looked away. He was not some vicious villain who used a chainsaw to force a pitiful NPC.

It's okay. Although Coach Che doesn't know, there's another NPC here.

Gu Mian picked up her phone from beside the car seat.

He didn't hang up the phone when he got out of the car, so as not to have to call again if he did.

The person on the other end of the phone clearly shared the same thought, and neither of them hung up, allowing the call to continue.

"I didn't expect you to actually save them all without missing a single one. This can be considered a good ending." Clever Xiao Qiao seemed to know that Gu Mian had picked up her phone again, and her voice came from the receiver.

While listening to the voice on her phone, Gu Mian looked at Xiao Qiao, who was lying unconscious on the ground. The voice sounded like the same person, but the reality was so different.

“It is indeed a good ending,” Gu Mian said dismissively before continuing, “We are researching a group of people who look very similar to me. Are you aware of their existence?”

This NPC appears to be a key figure in the Seventh World.

She should know what these beings similar to Gu Mian are.

But she remained silent. After a long while, Gu Mian heard the NPC's voice again.

I heard they are 'containers'.

A container? A person as a container?

Gu Mian frowned: "What kind of container is it?"

“I don’t know, but I’ve heard that there are many people like this in other worlds, and it’s probably related to you.”

Even the only NPC in the Seventh World doesn't know what these people do?
Looking at these people who resembled her, Gu Mian asked, "Am I one of them too?"

Coach Che once proposed the "dimensional substitution theory" in court transcripts, which states that the lower-dimensional world knows a magical secret that allows it to average the substitution between the higher and lower-dimensional worlds.

These people are very likely the containers that hold the "secrets".

He might be the only successful product among these containers, created by a lower-dimensional world and thrown onto Earth like a bomb, after which Earth launched a twenty-year assassination attempt against him.

The more Gu Mian thought about it, the more reasonable this guess seemed.

“You have quite the imagination,” the person on the other end of the phone said. “You’re not one of them. They supposedly created it to imitate you, so you have absolutely nothing to do with the ‘container’.”

"Looks like I'm different after all," Gu Mian thought, touching the bandage on his head. "This unique background of mine could make me the male lead on Qidian.com."

"Why copy me?" Gu Mian asked another question.

This stumped the other party.

"It's probably related to your special nature. Your existence might cause harm to Earth, so the lower-dimensional world wants to replicate more of you. Of course, this is just my guess... To be honest, I don't know much compared to others because I was born very late. If you ask NPCs from other higher-dimensional worlds, you'll get more accurate answers."

Gu Mian thought for a few seconds: "Others? Why don't you recommend a few?"

The driving instructor next to him pricked up his ears, wanting to hear which unlucky guy had been recommended.

Clever Xiao Qiao had no intention of betraying her teammates. She said calmly, "In each of our worlds, there is a crucial figure. Some of them call themselves gods, while others blend into the crowd and hide in some corner of the world. I have no communication with them and do not know their exact location."

"But I know the names of two key figures in this world. They might be able to answer your question."

Gu Mian excitedly pulled a pen from the fat man's inventory: "Tell me quickly!"

After a few seconds of silence, the person on the other end said, "One of them is a key figure in the First World, named 'Number One,' a very fitting name."

"The other one is a key figure in the Fourth World. I've heard that other NPCs call him the Evil God, but I know his original name is 'Slaughter'."

Evil god, slaughter...

Gu Mian touched the leaf brooch on her chest.

He and this older brother had already communicated before.

They still had a close exchange; he single-handedly destroyed several statues, yet this evil god selflessly gifted him a leaf brooch. Oh, and a bottle of spray, though he'd long since used it all up.

I never expected this evil god's name to be so cringeworthy.

"And what about you?" Gu Mian asked, holding her pen. "We've been talking for so long, and I still don't know your name."

Then the other side fell silent again.

She remained silent for several minutes this time.

Just as Gu Mian was about to ask if she was still listening, the person on the other end spoke in a strange tone.

"Lucky, my name is Lucky."

Today is the Ghost Festival (Zhongyuan Festival). Reading horror novels at midnight will cause you to experience sleep paralysis!
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