As Tang Ning was anxiously waiting, there was a sudden commotion in the hospital. Li Haoyuan went out to take a look and when he came back his face changed slightly. He pulled Tang Ning out.
Tang Ning followed Li Haoyuan out in a daze. Although he didn't know what happened, it was not difficult to tell from Li Haoyuan's expression that something bad had happened.
Sure enough, Tang Ning saw a group of people pushing portable ambulance beds running wildly in the corridor. The person lying on the ambulance bed was soaked in blood. The rich blood dyed the originally yellow cassock into bright red.
Tang Ning's right eyelid twitched heavily. Without even looking at the patient's face, he had already vaguely guessed the other person's identity.
"Get out of the way!" the nurse yelled.
Li Haoyuan pulled the dazed Tang Ning aside and made way for the ambulance to pass quickly. When the ambulance passed by Tang Ning quickly, Tang Ning saw Jikong's bloodless face. The monk who always looked energetic had his eyes closed and his lips were pale. He no longer had the demeanor of a senior monk as usual.
What's going on? What happened to Jikong?!
There were many people following behind Jikong's ambulance bed, including men, women, adults, and crying children. Everyone's face was filled with shock. There was also a woman who pulled the doctor and begged, "Doctor, you must heal him! Please! You must heal him!"
Many people stood in the positions that belonged to the patients' family members, and it seemed that each of them was a family member of Jikong.
Li Haoyuan found a man who looked relatively calm and asked, "What happened to that monk just now?"
The man turned his head and looked at Li Haoyuan. Tangning noticed that the eyes of this seemingly calm man were slightly red, and his voice was choked with sobs, "That person is a true master!"
It was from the man's narration that Tang Ning and the others learned what had happened today.
Today, a man suddenly broke into a kindergarten with a knife and started slashing people. The security guard of this kindergarten was an old man who walked with a limp, and the teacher was a thin female teacher. Almost no one could stop the gangster.
Until a monk passing by suddenly appeared. He fought with the man with bare hands and successfully subdued the man after being stabbed eight times all over his body, protecting everyone in the kindergarten. The monk was Jikong.
Tang Ning was stunned when he heard this. He had no idea why Jikong did this, because to them this was a game world and everyone treated the people here as NPCs. Even the kindergarten children were, strictly speaking, NPCs fabricated by the card world and everything was fake.
Why would Jikong sacrifice his life for fake NPCs
Tang Ning believed that if Jikong was facing a ghost today, his abilities would never have allowed him to be in such a mess.
But Jikong was facing an adult man with a knife with his bare hands.
If we exclude Jikong's ability to deal with ghosts, he is just an ordinary person with a slightly strong body. His strength is better than Tang Ning, but definitely not as strong as Li Haoyuan. He can't run as fast as Lin Yun.
Why would he do that
"Let me in, there are treatments..." Tangning muttered. Li Haoyuan grabbed Tangning's wrist, shook his head at her, and whispered, "I can smell that Master Jikong has a lot of healing items on him. He has reached his limit."
A knife pierced Jikong's heart. Jikong had already taken all the healing items on his body, but healing items were just healing items after all, not elixirs.
Moreover, the healing items bought by players are mostly used to dispel the side effects caused by ghosts and monsters, and do not have much healing effect on the body of emptiness.
"Do you know this master?" the man asked.
"He is our friend, his Buddhist name is Jikong," said Li Haoyuan.
The people around were either kindergarten teachers or parents of kindergarten children. They gathered around and said to Tang Ning and Li Haoyuan: "Saving a life is better than building a seven-story pagoda. Master Jikong has saved so many lives, he will definitely be safe!" "Yes! Master Jikong is a man of good fortune!" "He is a good person, he is a real monk!"
No one knew who took the lead in the corridor. Those people with red eyes gathered together and chanted scriptures devoutly to pray for the silence of the operating table. One person picked up his phone and found a scripture. He read a sentence, and the others followed him. They chanted: "This is the Golden Light, the king of all sutras. If anyone hears it, they will be able to contemplate its profound meaning without subtlety..."
Tang Ning saw a tearful child in his mother's arms who couldn't keep up with the others' rhythm and put his hands together awkwardly. Even though he couldn't chant with everyone, if there were gods and Buddhas in this world, among all the Buddhas in the ten directions and the myriad gods, there would always be one who could hear the child's true heart.
These sounds of different tones gathered together, so harmonious that they seemed to come from one person's mouth.
Tang Ning closed his eyes and recited the scriptures devoutly once again.
The light in the operating room turned red and then green.
Si Tai's operation was successful.
Thanks to timely rescue, he saved his life. Before Tang Ning could breathe a sigh of relief, he suddenly learned the news of Jikong's death.
The two pieces of news about life and death came out almost at the same time, leaving Tang Ning with no time to even express his joy before everything went blank.
Jikong died and many reporters flocked to the scene. Some surrounded the teachers and students of the kindergarten, while others found Jikong's friends, such as Tang Ning.
They asked Tang Ning what kind of person Jikong was and why he saved these children...
Tang Ning stared at those faces in a daze. He suddenly realized that he didn't know Jikong at all. He didn't know this teammate who had just joined their team. He had never experienced the ghost house dungeon with Jikong. He didn't know what Jikong's home was like. He didn't know why Jikong wanted to be a monk. He didn't know why Jikong had a demon in his body yesterday. He didn't know how Jikong could come up with such an excellent plan to seduce a foot control...
He didn't know why the monk, whose mind was as clear as a mirror, risked his life for it even though he knew it was all fake.
He always called Master Jikong "Master Jikong", but in fact it was just a polite title without much sincerity.
"Hey? You look like the recently popular Tang Ning!" A reporter suddenly said excitedly: "Look! Is that Tang Ning?" "Yes! I said! Even with a mask on, he is so beautiful, he must not be an ordinary person!" "Tang Ning, can I ask what the song you sang in the Hong Kong-style tea restaurant was called?!" "..."
"Sorry, we don't accept interviews." Xie Yunting put his arm around Tang Ning's shoulders and protected her as they left the crazy reporters. Some of the reporters behind them were reluctant to let Tang Ning leave, completely forgetting that they were here to interview Jikong's heroic story.
Someone always dies in an S-level copy.
Every player has this understanding. Tang Ning has already prepared for the death of his teammates. Jikong even told him that he is the one with the most distant relationship among all the teammates present.
But... why is this happening
The dead cannot answer, and Jikong cannot explain to Tang Ning why he did this.
Jikong's funeral was organized by monks from the temple. I don't know if those monks were just making things up or if it was true, but they said that after Jikong was cremated, four relics, red, green, and white, were burned out. It is said that those were relics that could only be obtained after one's merits were fulfilled.
Many news reports about Jikong came out one after another. Tang Ning saw from those news reports that Jikong had only been in this world for a short thirty years.
He was an abandoned baby with unknown biological parents. He was brought into a temple by a monk. He was smart since childhood and obtained a doctorate degree from a Buddhist college. He just became the abbot this year.
Many people said that he had gone through a tribulation in the human world and was about to return to heaven after completing his merits.
In the seven-person player group, starting today, one person's avatar will be forever dark.
Lin Yun: "What we need to be vigilant about now is not just ghosts. On this day, what Jiang Mianmian, Si Tai and Ji Kong encountered were not ghosts, but people. In many cases, people are scarier than ghosts."
Zhou Kang: "Yes, my parents forced me to go on blind dates, and the blind date was with a living person, but I felt that if I really got married, the rest of my life would be no different from encountering a ghost. It would be too difficult to start a family..."
Tangning: "Didn't Jiang Mianmian say she wanted to have a fake marriage with you? You two can consider it."
Zhou Kang: "I haven't found anyone who has mentioned this."
Tangning was stunned for a moment, and subconsciously sensed something was wrong, "Jiang Mianmian, are you asking for a dog again, Li Haoyuan?"
Li Haoyuan: "No, does Jiang Mianmian need a dog? I'll send it over right away."
It’s strange, why didn’t Jiang Mianmian do what she said before
And in the group, Jiang Mianmian didn't say anything either.
Tangning called Jiang Mianmian directly. After a while, the call was connected. Jiang Mianmian's voice on the other end sounded normal: "Hello? What's up? I was in a meeting just now."
"Jiang Mianmian, didn't you say you wanted to have a fake marriage with Zhou Kang?" Tang Ning asked straight to the point.
"There is a new candidate." Jiang Mianmian said.
"Who?" Tangning frowned. The new candidate was definitely not any of the players in their group. Was Jiang Mianmian really going to marry an NPC
"Bai Wuliang." Jiang Mianmian said.
Tangning was puzzled, "Didn't you know he was fake?"
"Bai Youliang is fake." Jiang Mianmian said, "But he has become Bai Wuliang."
…what
"I stayed away from the Bai family back then and didn't pay attention to their future. Half a year later, the Bai family was traveling together when they had a car accident. No one survived except Bai Youliang. Bai Youliang should have died in the car accident, but a card game appeared on his phone."
What?!
"Surprised, right?" Jiang Mianmian smiled and said, "Bai Wuliang is back."
"He said he loved her, had loved her for ten years, and hoped to be with her."
"He proposed."
"I agree."
Tang Ning moved his lips, wanting to dissuade Jiang Mianmian, but he didn't know what to say.
The sudden appearance of such an unscrupulous person, even a fool would know that it was definitely not because the card game player suddenly got kind-hearted, but an open conspiracy. The trap had been set, and they just had to avoid it.
But Jiang Mianmian said, "Whether it's true or not, I'm tired, Tangning, stop trying to persuade them. Just attend the wedding and give your blessing."
We had just attended Jikong's funeral in the afternoon, and everyone went to Jiang Mianmian's wedding together in the afternoon.
The parents of the bride and groom did not attend the wedding, and there were only six guests including Tang Ning.
Tang Ning was sitting in the guest seats. He saw Jiang Mianmian, wearing a white wedding dress, walking down the red carpet with a smile on her face amidst the flowers and music. She looked extremely beautiful today. All the gloom and coldness had dissipated from her body. It was as if she had turned back into the little girl who followed the white young man. She walked towards Bai Wuliang, who was dressed in pure white, at the end of the red carpet with a smile on her face.
The twenty-something Bai Wuliang looked exactly like the young man Tangning remembered. He was wearing a white suit and gold-rimmed glasses, and his eyes were fixed on Jiang Mianmian as she walked towards him.
The emcee is presiding over the process.
"Jiang Mianmian, are you willing to marry Bai Wuliang as your husband? No matter whether you are rich or poor, sick or healthy, you will always be faithful to him?"
"willing."
Tang Ning was sitting in the audience, clapping and offering her heartfelt blessings.