Horror Resurrection: I Evolve Starting with the Ghost Buddha

There was no wind outside the binding tear.

The darkness, however, continued to flow.

It flows from one row of filing shelves to another, carrying with it the scent of old paper, dried blood, and the long-extinguished sun. Each time darkness passes through a shelf, the civilization within simultaneously experiences a dream it cannot explain.

In my dream, the world was turned over by an unseen hand.

Lin Chuan stepped out of the prison.

The bridge to the other side only extended three zhang before it began to decay.

There is no "other shore" here.

All directions belong to the internal structure of the archive shelf; distance depends on page number, and order depends on binding. Two seemingly adjacent viewing areas may be separated by billions of years; an archive on the top shelf may share the same deletion result as the discarded pages below.

Ji Lin walked out from the other side.

Behind Him followed the prisoners who chose to leave.

Those who chose to stay sealed the crack themselves, leaving only a narrow opening for renegotiation. The old man did not let Ji Lin hold the key; each of the thirty-seven dissenting individuals took a section, ensuring that no one could open the door completely by themselves.

Su Ying was carried on Ji Lin's back.

Half of her body was still gray.

Lin Chuan glanced at it.

"Making fire will allow us to make her a new half-body."

Ji Lin stopped in his tracks.

"cost?"

"It's not the original one."

"Will it be under your control?"

"Won't."

"Then why ask me?"

Su Ying's weak voice came from behind him.

Ji Lin's expression stiffened slightly.

He still habitually shields others from all danger before they can answer.

"Answer it yourself."

Su Ying thought about it for a long time.

"Not for now."

"pain?"

"pain."

"Then why not?"

"I want to remember how this half disappeared."

She didn't say never.

Lin Chuan did not try to persuade him.

The group moved along the spine of the archives.

Beneath their feet were not roads, but lines of chapter titles compressed to the point of being illegible. Occasionally, a single word would break free from the paper, trailing a pale flame like a meteorite, and fall into some observation field, becoming an extraterrestrial relic that the local gods could never comprehend in their entire lives.

The giant ape poked its head out of the window on the Zero Shore.

Just as it was about to step over, the Pan Shen An Bei let out a groan of unbearable weight.

"Why is this shelf so heavy?"

"You're carrying all the unasked weights."

Lu Yu, a young man, was projected onto the back for calculations.

"Collect the stele."

The giant ape was not convinced.

"I can handle it!"

"The person in your tombstone did not consent to being taken into the archives."

The giant ape's expression froze.

It immediately left the Pan Shen Anbei inside the field, and only took the iron rod to step over the window.

As soon as the monument left his shoulder, his body felt so light that he almost floated upwards into the darkness.

"I also went for the first time and thought it was too light."

"Habit."

Lin Chuan did not add any weight to it.

The procession continued forward.

The observation field on the right is being cleared.

Inside the cover is a continent carried on the back of a colossal beast. The civilization on this continent has just built its first ship capable of leaving the beast's back, and everyone stands in the harbor cheering, unaware that a white pen hangs in the sky.

With the first stroke, the ship's builder vanished from the crowd.

With the second stroke, the port residents forgot why the ship existed.

The third stroke has not yet been made.

Lin Chuan had the small transparent window covered with a seal.

Are you willing to see what's happening outside the game?

The shipbuilder has been removed; nobody understands the problem.

Some people regarded the window as a new miracle and knelt down to ask for blessings.

Some people believed it was an extraterrestrial object and immediately opened fire.

A rough shell pierced through the small window and struck the giant ape on the forehead.

The giant ape covered its head, its eyes wide open.

"If I go to save them too, they'll attack me?"

"They did not ask you to save them."

Lu Yu said.

Lin Chuan did not close the windows or expand the area because of the shelling.

The problem remains unresolved.

Just before the fourth stroke was made, a boatman with an oil-stained face finally emerged from behind the gun emplacement.

He didn't understand the observation field, the file rack, or the god of the other shore; he only saw a group of strange monsters standing outside the window.

"What do I have to pay for seeing you?"

Questioner's answer:

"It might be discovered by higher-level records."

"What if we don't open it?"

"The white pen will still fall."

The boatman turned around.

The people behind them were still arguing about who built the ship.

Some people have already claimed that it is a divine heirloom passed down from their ancestors.

"I'll only take one look."

He said.

"Don't come in."

The window is briefly transparent.

The boatman saw the endless file shelves, and also the white pen tip hanging above his own world. His face appeared as small as dust before the immense scale, and his legs went weak on the spot.

He did not ask Lin Chuan for salvation.

He turned and rushed toward the port bell.

"Someone from outer space is deleting us!"

No one believed it.

Someone dragged him away, thinking he was crazy.

The boatman clung tightly to the rope, shouting out what he had seen over and over again.

The fifth stroke is completed.

His name disappeared.

The sixth stroke is completed.

The sound disappeared.

But He had already struck the bronze bell.

Upon hearing the bell, the colossal beast on the continent looked up for the first time at the sky that the inhabitants on its back had never observed before.

Whether it will agree to open a larger window remains to be seen.

Lin Chuan did not stop clearing the files.

He can't stop now either.

He could only leave that small window, which he could still refuse, beside the clock, and continue forward.

Ji Lin had walked quite a distance when he suddenly asked:

"Is this considered saving someone?"

"Not really."

"What does that count for?"

"Let them know that the pen is in heaven."

Behind the procession, the bronze bell rang once more.

The sound was quickly swallowed by the darkness of the archives, but left a glimmer of light in the beast's raised eyes that could not be wiped away immediately.

As I walked along the spine of the thirteenth section of the archive, a cry was heard.

It's very light.

It was like a baby crying out through a thick wall, only to have its mouth immediately covered by someone.

Chen Xingzhou stopped the boat.

"left."

Ji Lin looked at the cover.

The cover has only one title.

[Cleared.]

"The empty space will simulate sounds to lure people closer."

Have you encountered this before?

"The fourteenth rescue operation came from an empty field."

Ji Lin's chains have been raised.

"He took away 20,000 of us, and in the end, we all turned into white ink."

The crying started again.

Chen Xingzhou neither moved forward nor left.

He placed the glass lamp outside the cover.

"Would you be willing to let this humble monk hear?"

There was no response from the cover.

The crying occurred for the third time.

The light did not shine inward.

"I probably won't answer."

Su Ying said.

"Then we'll wait until we have to leave."

Chen Xingzhou sat at the bow of the boat.

Ji Lin stared at him.

"What if it's a trap?"

"Then I won't go in."

"What if it's true?"

"He would rather not go in than go in before."

This is almost cold-blooded patience.

Rescuers are most likely to mistake crying for agreement.

Half an hour later, something inside the cover finally touched the light.

It's not a hand.

It was a very faint heartbeat.

It didn't say it wanted to be seen, but merely mimicked the flashing frequency of a glass lamp, sending out a question.

[Would you restore me to the civilized state mentioned in the title?]

Chen Xingzhou replied:

"This humble monk does not know who is mentioned in the title."

Will you give me your name?

"Won't."

Would you say I'm the last survivor?

"Unless you confirm it yourself."

My heart stopped beating for a long time.

"Then I will allow this lamp to come in."

Only lights are allowed.

Chen Xingzhou did not borrow a lamp to see the entire observation field.

A faint, shimmering light pierced through the cover, illuminating a patch of white earth, worn smooth and rough. Life was absent from the earth, but in its center lay a shallow depression, from which a heartbeat emanated.

With each jump, afterimages of different civilizations flashed around.

Sometimes it takes the form of a human.

Sometimes it's a sea that breathes.

Sometimes they are just two stars orbiting each other.

The file was completely wiped clean, and the remaining results made it impossible to determine which past they came from.

Ji Lin said in a low voice:

"Take it with you."

Who will lead the way?

My heart immediately started beating.

Ji Lin shut his mouth.

Lin Chuan left the seventh page outside the cover.

Is a self-closing exit required?

Before the heartbeat could answer, billions of complete cities suddenly rose from the white earth.

It has everything: streets, residents, languages, and history.

People in every city look up at the glass lamps.

"Finally, someone has come to restore us!"

"Don't trust that heartbeat!"

"It's pollution that occurred after the files were cleared out!"

Millions of hands reached out at the same time.

They all have perfect pasts.

Only the nameless heartbeat at the bottom of the pit trembled slightly amidst the cheers.