Simultaneous travel: I am a talented person in all the worlds

Chapter 155: Newcomer, but dead (sad)

Just as the three of them were chatting nonsense, an invisible wave emerged in their hearts without warning.

Mo Yu, the hero of the group, was startled suddenly. The scroll in his hand fell off the table. Two lines of tears unconsciously slid down the corners of his eyes, and the tear marks were reflected on his silver face under the candlelight.

In the sea of ​​consciousness, the Taoist's soul, the tyrant's soul and the puppet looked up at the sky at the same time, and a figure full of cracks appeared out of thin air.

The blurry figure had a complicated look in his eyes. He only had time to exchange glances with the three people before he suddenly collapsed and scattered into countless fragments.

The fragments gathered in mid-air, forming a ball of light, floating in the center of the sea of ​​consciousness, emitting a faint but familiar breath.

Without words or explanations, all three of them could feel the connection between themselves and the ball of light. With just a thought, they could integrate it into their body.

That was not swallowing, but the reassembly of two different fragments to obtain the talents, memories, will, and the world of another Mo Yu.

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The three of them looked at each other and remained silent.

The tyrant's soul narrowed his eyes, and a heavy look flashed in his eyes; the Taoist's soul scratched his head and smiled bitterly; the puppet looked up at the ball of light, and his wooden face became more complicated.

They naturally thought that in this vast world, there would always be people who could not reach the end.

But I didn’t expect this day to come so soon!
Diing before even awakening the cheat code is just too frustrating, isn't it? No wonder that figure gave such a complicated, wry smile before collapsing.

After three seconds of silence for this newcomer who died before achieving his goal, a very serious question was put before the three of them.

"Who will take responsibility for this cause and effect?" the Taoist's soul asked with his hands in his pockets, his tone having returned to calm.

"There's not even any clue. I don't know what world he's in or what his talents are?" The puppet sighed, feeling a little disappointed.

His ability, 'Pulling Threads', determines that the more powerful people there are in his sea of ​​consciousness, the more abilities he can borrow.

He waited so long for a new person to come, but before he could grow up and become capable, he was gone. This made him feel three parts disappointed and seven parts helpless.

The tyrant's spirit remained silent, his eyes still heavy, and his fists clenched tightly under the wide sleeves of his robe.

Among the three, he has the strongest desire to live!
After awakening the chat group of all heavens, he felt a little relaxed and felt that he was the protagonist and had great luck.

But the death of Mo Yu in this unknown world gave him a hard slap in the face.

Death has never been a rare thing in the heavens - and he will be no exception!

The three of them were silent for a moment. The Tyrant's spirit looked at the Taoist's spirit and said, "You can take it. Qin Shi and I don't have the time or energy to explore another world in a short period of time. Besides, our abilities are not suitable for exploration. This unknown world seems quite dangerous."

"I think we should just leave him here first?" the puppet interjected, a hint of worry on his wooden face. "I'm counting on the big boss to lead us. I don't want him to get sucked in. That would be a real mess."

"We're all brothers. It's not a big deal to let him float around in the sea of ​​consciousness like this." The Taoist's spirit shook his head, rejecting the puppet's proposal. He extended his hand, his tone relaxed, "If there really is any danger, can't I just not travel through it?"

The moment the ball of light floating in the air touched his fingertips, it turned into a stream of light and merged into his body, and the broken fragments of his true spirit quietly returned to one.

"How do you feel?" The puppet immediately came forward and asked with concern.

The Taoist's soul clenched his fists, closed his eyes and felt for a moment, then slowly opened his eyes and said, "I don't feel anything, it's just... I seem to have become more complete." The power of his soul was indeed stronger, and there were some more memories in his mind, but he didn't feel any discomfort.

In terms of talent, he vaguely felt that his combat talent had increased slightly, and other aspects seemed to have improved slightly as well, but none of them were obvious.

"If I really want to say it..." The Taoist's spirit grinned, raised his hand and wrote in the air. As the pen flowed, a magnificent "Preface to the Lanting Poems" was completed in an instant. He looked at the two people proudly, "How is it?"

The tyrant's soul and the puppet stared at the calligraphy, both with a hint of surprise in their eyes.

The handwriting is vigorous and powerful, flowing smoothly. Not only does it look neat, but between the lines, one can even faintly reveal a sense of artistic conception, with a hint of the charm of literature carrying the truth.

You know, Zhan Kuang's handwriting before was as bad as dog's crawling, and after a long time he couldn't even recognize it. But now his handwriting has reached the level of a master, and it is much better than before.

"A talent for calligraphy? If he had traveled to a more peaceful historical world, he would have done well." The puppet shook his head, a hint of regret in his tone, "He clearly had the potential to be a great writer, yet he suddenly died."

The Taoist's soul held his forehead in silence, feeling a bit overwhelmed. "I've traveled to the world of Akame no Mikoto. Damn, I'm still a barbarian from the borderland, and there aren't many people who can read. If I could just get to the imperial capital, I'd have a chance of survival!"

"Kill the girl, the imperial weapon is still very interesting, and there are quite a few girls." The puppet man smiled obscenely.

The Taoist's soul glanced at the puppet. If it was him before breaking the ban, he would definitely look at it with contempt, but now... He coughed lightly, his eyes drifted away subtly, and he refused to respond.

"The world of Zhan Mei is not very dangerous for you. The dangerous species there are very interesting. They should be alien species with complete energy circulation. If they are handed over to Qin Shi to make tools, or if they are refined into living skills by me, their value will not be low." The tyrant's soul looked cold and was not moved at all by the vulgarity of the two.

Compared with the two guys whose big heads are controlled by their small heads, his attention is precisely focused on profits, and he is calm and pragmatic.

The Taoist's soul coughed with his hands in his pockets and said seriously, "More than that, the water in Zhan Mei's world is not very deep, and the level of civilization is not very high. Whether it is used for 'binding spirits' or 'nurturing the spirit', it is a good choice."

"I remember that there are many religious forces in this world, such as Huangquan Temple and Anning Dao. The people there are very ignorant, so they are indeed suitable for use as pastures for breeding." The puppet nodded in agreement, not hiding his malice at all.

"After all, it's a comic book about worshiping ghosts." The tyrant's soul sneered, obviously agreeing with this proposal.

The Taoist Primordial Spirit clapped his hands and said lightly, "Alright then, the general development direction has been happily decided. To ensure everything is foolproof, I'll wait until I reach the second level of the Third Level of Reincarnation before going there. It will only be in the next few days."

"Then I will work harder here and make the new equipment as soon as possible." The puppet said with a bitter face. He would have to work overtime again in the next few days.

"If nothing unexpected happens, you will be able to obtain the Nine Yin Manual and the Eighteen Dragon Subduing Palms tomorrow. Your strength should be able to improve further."

Inside the cabin, the candlelight went out and darkness surged in like a tide. Only the moonlight outside the window shone through the cracks, reflecting on the silver mask of the hero Mo Yu, emitting a cold glow.

He sat quietly on a wooden chair, the corner of his white robe fluttering in the sea breeze, recalling the conversation in his sea of ​​consciousness, his mind churning with thoughts.

He noticed that after the fusion, Zhan Kuang treated Zhan Mei Mo Yu as himself without any psychological barriers. His expression and tone were natural and fluent, as if that past as a border barbarian originally belonged to him.

This may mean that death is not the end for them.

As long as there is a Mo Yu in the universe, their lives will continue.

Having said that, it is not difficult to see that his mood is still not calm from the fact that he sat on the wooden chair until dawn.

(End of this chapter)