36 Ways to Die

"Seeing you again, Fa Cai." Xueba said with a smile and patted Xiao Fa Cai's head.

Fa Cai: "You can't bully me just because I'm young! Aren't you just 15 years older than me?"

Xueba picked up Fa Cai and put it on his lap: "Good boy, we have to follow the script."

"Have you seen the script this time?"

"Ah."

Wang Facai's heart skipped a beat, and he asked, "Could it be that it's a special trick? I always think that both of them are really bastards. It's long and bitter."

Xueba comforted him: "It's okay, this time the script is long."

Time passed, and the little boy grew into a handsome youth, and the youth who had accompanied him became a famous and much-loved high priest.

"Everything seems to be getting better, but the anxiety in my heart is like a dark cloud before a storm." Wang Facai said worriedly.

Xueba pushed back the broken hair on his forehead: "Then I will turn into a strong wind and blow away the cumulus clouds for you. You just need to follow my instructions, and everything will go on as usual."

So the trajectory of fate continued forward.

One day he ordered: "You will join your cousin and assassinate me in front of the steps of the theater in Pompeii."

"I can not."

"It's just a script," he said softly. "We're just playing the part. Haven't you gotten out of the role yet?"

Wang Facai shook his head: "I don't know."

"You have to do this, or we can't go back."

Wang Facai was silent.

Xueba patted Wang Facai's head, as he did many years ago.

"We have to go back," he said.

He finally died at the right time and place.

The blood stained the white robe, like a lonely red plum blossoming in the snow.

He asked: "Brutus, are you there?"

In the crowd, Wang Facai secretly wiped away the tears from the corners of his eyes, and replied tremblingly: "Yes, Caesar—it's me."

17.

"System, I want to place an order book."

The system blinked and looked puzzled: "Don't you really like being accompanied?"

"I don't know." Wang Facai covered his face.

Wang Facai experienced 19 more ways to die. He died quickly and peacefully.

Tang Shi went to Japan by sea, capsized at sea and drowned.

Song Shi fled, and died of a sudden illness on the way.

In the Yuan Dynasty, he fought with the army and died in a foreign country.

In the Ming Dynasty, he was an ordinary fisherman, but when he met pirates, he was hacked to death with random knives.

In the Qing Dynasty, he was implicated and dispatched to the frontier, and died of exhaustion on the way.

Famine year, starve to death.

In the Middle Ages in Europe, he died of the Black Death.

Propagating his own research results was executed by the church.

Slave in the Black Triangle trade, weakened and died on the way.

After the invention of the car, he died in a car accident.

Battle of Verdun, dead.

Concentration camp, death.

Field doctor, overworked, sudden death.

Dueling with people in the west, he was shot and died.

The plane was hijacked and died.

Get involved in a street fight and die.

Expose the absurd reality, was persecuted to death.

During the earthquake, houses collapsed and people died.

A war correspondent was hit by a stray bullet and died of ineffective rescue.

Wang Facai did not expect to see him again in the 36th dungeon.

The story this time is so famous that even Wang Facai knows it.

"I'm not going to kill you because that's what history says."

Wang Facai smiled wryly: "If I learn from scum again, I will still know about Shang Yang's death."

The monarch was silent for a long time, and slowly said: "But I am not King Qin Huiwen, and you are not Shang Jun."

"That's the rule."

"I can arrange a death row prisoner for you as a stand-in. After stabbing the face, they won't find out." Xueba whispered.

"If you do, you can't go back."

"But..." Xueba frowned, "That's too painful."

"We have both died so many times, what is there to be afraid of?" Wang Facai laughed.

"I will look for you when I get back." Xueba said solemnly.

Wang Facai nodded with a smile: "Okay."

——————The Dividing Line of Reality—————

Wang Facai was awakened by the teacher's chalk head.

The history teacher on the podium was furious: "Wang Facai! You fell asleep in class again! Did you know that you only scored 36 points in this monthly exam?"

Wang Facai looked aggrieved: "But my deskmate Li Hua also sleeps in class, so why am I the only one being criticized?"

Li Hua slowly raised his head when he heard the words.

"Li Hua won the first prize in the National English Competition. He is also the chairman of the student union, monitor and representative of the mathematics class. He is so hardworking and never forgets to attend class while sleeping. Can you compare with him?"

Wang Facai: "..."

After school, Wang Facai folded up his 36-point history paper, sighed, packed his schoolbag silently and went home.

As soon as he walked out of the classroom, his deskmate followed up and put his hand on his shoulder very naturally.

Wang Facai felt that he was not familiar with his deskmate, so he silently moved to the side.

"You're really capable, Wang Facai. You'll still be able to hide." The tablemate laughed angrily.

Wang Facai looked confused: "You...what do you want?"

The deskmate rubbed his hair: "I'll go to your house later."

"What"

"Xueba, I will give you tutoring in person...why, I forgot that this is our appointment."

Wang Facai finally came to his senses, and happily gave his tablemate a bear hug, "Then can you help me improve my English by the way?"

"Okay. Don't talk about English and mathematics, I can teach physiology and hygiene!"

"Bah! Who asked you to teach this!"

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