The Demon King is a summoned entity. Strictly speaking, although the Demon King is currently alive... he will disappear after the competition ends.
Wen Xishu now suspects that living people cannot enter the Netherworld.
In fact, logically, living people shouldn't be able to enter this chaotic region where he's located.
But since he's here, there must be a way.
"The Demon King is a summoned object. Not a pure form of life."
"It's worth ntioning that the Demon King is flesh and blood. Not long ago, I saw a hint in the Demon King's eyes saying that to leave the lava Hell, blood is needed..."
"Could it be that the Netherworld rejects the blood of living beings?"
"Forget it, that's not what I need to think about right now. I shouldn't focus on how to leave; I must find a way to figure out how to get in."
It seems that if there is no way to enter the Netherworld, the mission cannot begin.
In other words, to get a high score, at least a problem must be solved: making oneself beco a living dead.
"Should I make myself a summoned object?" Wen Xishu thought of this thod.
He really has the ability to do so. But this would require him to consu Tower Power Value.
His current summoning thod, the strongest of course, is Bullet Screen Materialization. Also known as the Profound aning of Spiritual Bullet Screen.
In a sense, Spiritual Bullet Screen Materialization is like a wishing machine.
As long as you brew enough extre emotion, you can summon the corresponding content.
However, the Tower Power Value consumption is trendous, and Wen Xishu is unsure whether the rewards from this mission can make up for it.
But staying in this place for seven days... it's really unbearable.
"Money... naturally it should be saved, but if not used at critical monts, it seems aningless."
After thinking it over, Wen Xishu decided to use the Tower Power Value.
But a problem arose...
How could he enter an extre emotional state?
The last ti he entered such a state was not actually by his own doing.
From past experiences, he has gradually beco more sensitive, and in the last round, he even got emotionally disturbed because of Old Zheng, neglecting so clues.
But now, Wen Xishu couldn't deceive himself; such extre emotions cannot just appear on demand.
"What should I do..."
"To use the power of Bullet Screen to create a version of myself that's neither dead nor alive, able to enter the Netherworld..."
"Not to ntion whether my fifteen Tower Power Points are enough to summon sothing of this caliber."
"Even if it is, I seem truly incapable of entering that emotional state."
Deceiving oneself is a skill Wen Xishu does not possess.
If Old Zheng died, if Ah Miao died, if Albert died, if Liu Jinsen died...
It would be very sad, but the problem is, I know it's fake.
With that thought, Wen Xishu seed to have thought of an idea...
I know, but the fool doesn't know?
Wen Xishu began to close his eyes, having actually already found a way to communicate with the fool.
"Hello? Wen Xishu, I have sothing to tell you."
No response.
"This is not good news, you... need to be ntally prepared."
Still no response, Wen Xishu felt like he was treating himself as a fool.
But he had no choice:
"Wen Chaohua, sothing happened."
Still no response, but there was a reaction. Wen Xishu could feel sothing gathering within his body.
In his mind, so images flashed from ti to ti.
These were scenes of Wen Xishu playing with Wen Chaohua at the Wen Family's Old Mansion.
"You're lying to ! Do you take for a fool!"
The voice of the fool, Wen Xishu, finally appeared, almost making Wen Xishu lose composure.
"My brother is invincible! He won't have any accidents!"
Wen Xishu remained calm because he didn't know how much perception the fool shared with him...
So he kept his performance in check.
"I can't lie to the fool saying Wen Chaohua is dead... otherwise, if he panics, it might not be good, and if I get overwheld by emotions, I might not control this body."
"And indeed, it's not reasonable."
Wen Xishu thought for a mont:
"Not long ago, I received a ssage that Wen Chaohua was going to undertake a mission, Little Tree, you should know that many people from the Wen Family have died..."
The fool was silent.
Wen Xishu continued:
"Life and death are difficult to transcend, but our brother... he insists on doing it."
"He has entered the world of the dead, which is the world beneath our feet. I have to find him and tell him the clues to bring him back."
"Otherwise, no matter how strong our brother is, he will have to remain in the Netherworld and beco a dead person."
The emotions surged.
Wen Xishu knew that even if the fool didn't want to accept it, as long as the story was spun in that direction, imagining such a scenario, even if untrue, would cause sadness and distress.
"Living people cannot enter the domain of the dead! Everything cos at a price, and we must find him quickly!"
"Otherwise, you may never see him again."
In fact, up until that point, Wen Xishu remained relatively calm, speaking as sadly as he could.
But next, he felt a bit of remorse.
Never being able to see his brother again, those words plunged the fool into imdiate sorrow and loneliness.
At this mont, Wen Xishu seed to share the sa emotional experience as the fool.
He was stunned.
This was such profound loneliness, as if all the light in the world suddenly extinguished.
It's like the entire aning of life was just to wait for soone, only to be told now that the person would never co.
From the vortex of imnse loneliness, the fool's voice echoed:
"Let's save my brother... even if you're lying to , even in a lie, I can't accept that he would die."
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