"It’s not him either..."
The number of remaining references is dwindling, which means the probability of finding the eerie source is increasing.
Wen Xishu looked at the old man selling tea. Thirteenth row.
He really didn’t like the number thirteen.
Sure enough, when he looked at the thirteenth row, Wen Xishu suddenly felt a chill.
Wen Xishu was in the last row, so when he looked at the back of the old man, he couldn’t see anything unusual.
But through the train window, he saw a bizarre scene...
On the window, he could see the old man’s profile, and on the old man’s forehead, there was a piece of paper attached.
Wen Xishu immediately became tense.
The old man!
The oddity in this carriage point was this old man.
Once you discover the "difference," the eerie phenomenon gets activated, this was Wen Xishu’s simple guess about this place.
But the truth seemed very close to Wen Xishu’s guess...
The next moment, Wen Xishu saw the old man stand up.
First thing, Wen Xishu’s body took a quick step back, pressing himself against the back door of car No. 03.
Facing the eerie, if you can’t find a pattern, run. There’s nothing to be ashamed of.
Wen Xishu pressed tightly against the car door, his mind still choosing to refuse to return, but he could choose to "return" at any time.
The old man selling tea stood up at this moment and slowly turned around.
The piece of paper attached to the old man’s forehead was finally seen clearly by Wen Xishu.
It was a piece of white paper, but it only had one word written on it.
A word that, in his previous life, Chinese people didn’t like to see.
Condolence.
This word in the dictionary means to offer sacrifices, expressing condolences to the deceased.
Is he a sacrifice?
Who is he mourning?
Wen Xishu’s skin broke out in goosebumps.
In the previous encounters with this old man, he wasn’t afraid, but on the third encounter with this haunting figure, he began to fear.
The old man walked slowly, getting closer and closer to him.
Wen Xishu felt the deathly silent atmosphere, like burning joss paper, overwhelming him.
"You came, we agreed, you have to drink the tea."
Indeed, Wen Xishu did have an agreement with the old man, the brats, and the female attendant who pushed the trolley selling items.
The old man’s movements were much stiffer than before, like a corpse.
He slowly took out three cups of tea.
"Pick one of the three, child."
"These three cups of tea, one will bring you back to life, one will extend his lifespan, and one will rejuvenate."
The three cups of tea floated in the air directly.
Wen Xishu’s fear intensified.
One will bring you back to life. One will extend his lifespan, one will rejuvenate...
Very strange.
Extending lifespan and rejuvenation, aren’t they ultimately the same?
There’s another point, the root cause of Wen Xishu’s fear, why did the old man’s words contain two different persons?
Bring you back to life.
Extend his lifespan.
You and him? Do these refer to two different people? Bringing you back to life sounds like it’s directed at a dead person.
Combining the paper with the condolence word on the old man’s forehead, Wen Xishu seemed to think of something.
"Who are you? What do you want to do?"
"I received a commission to bring the unclean person back to Evil Land... Hurry and choose a tea."
"The one to bring back to life, is that Wen Xishu?"
"Yes, Wen Xishu, it’s time to drink tea." The old man said.
His voice seemed to have some hypnotic effect.
Wen Xishu only felt that he had to drink the tea.
But his thoughts did not diminish because of it.
"Drinking tea is the rule of this level... Wen Xishu is not me."
Wen Xishu felt his scalp prickling, but he thought of a possibility.
"I am a Transmigrator..."
"The dead Wen Xishu is not me, but another person."
"The real Wen Xishu is already dead!"
"The unclean person is me? In other words, I should return to Evil Land?" Wen Xishu’s heart trembled.
"So if I drink the tea that brings back to life, the one truly brought back to life is not me... but the real Wen Xishu."
"I am alive, so he is dead... then if he is alive, does it mean I will die too?"
The tea that brings back to life, instead, is the tea that kills me. Cannot choose, cannot drink.
"Another cup, rejuvenation. Now it seems rejuvenation may not make you younger... but return the body to some time period’s state."
"For example, two months ago."
Wen Xishu actually transmigrated into this world less than two months ago. In these two months, he was undoubtedly the brightest star in the Bunker.
He continuously climbed towers, almost living in the Three Towers, which caused many destiny trajectories to be re-anchored, having a significant impact on the Three Towers War.
But it is worth mentioning that Wen Xishu is very clear, he is a Transmigrator.
He is not the real Wen Xishu.
The real Wen Xishu was actually an "idiot."
If rejuvenation... means returning to a certain time node.
Does that mean he would be expelled?
That might still mean he would die!
So the rejuvenation tea, cannot drink either.
The remaining tea is the "extend his lifespan" tea.
According to Wen Xishu’s current thinking, this tea is the one he has to drink, only by choosing this tea... can he survive.
Although very fearful, not knowing why there is an old man selling tea...