Chapter 279: Believe in Science, There are No Ghosts in This World

Chapter 279: Believe in Science, There Are No Ghosts in This World

Soon, information about Qi Yuan was revealed.

The expressions of those present were not good.

"Even if he can successfully be reborn, he can only retain one year of memories," said a tall, slender woman, her face adorned with delicate and exaggerated makeup, as if she had just attended a ball and had not yet had time to change.

With Gongyi Jing's words, everyone present fell silent.

If that voice were true, the world would restart.

Only the reborn could return with their memories.

None of them were fortunate enough to be reborn.

So even if they returned to ten years ago, they would not have the memories of these ten years.

The Qi Yuan in the grave before them was fortunate to also be a reborn one.

He was also the reborn one assigned to the Gongyi family of the Seven Martial Stars.

"Hmph, if not for the Su family's interference, we wouldn't have been assigned this man!" said a man who looked somewhat drained by wine and women.

The Su family was also one of the Seven Martial Stars, quite opposed to the Gongyi family, and held the upper hand over them.

In this sudden incident, the Su family, in alliance with other families, exerted pressure to suppress the Gongyi family, assigning a dead man to them.

If not for the fact that there was still a living person to be assigned to other families, the Gongyi family would certainly not have stood idly by.

"Uncle has already met with another reborn one. For now... we just need to finish what we have to do," said Gongyi Qing, his voice refined, yet carrying a hint of authority that made others unconsciously feel inferior.

Gongyi Cai nodded, his eyes somewhat clouded: "Give the order, open the coffin and dig up the grave!"

Regardless, they had to see the corpse.

Immediately, under Li Shenkong's command, many soldiers stepped forward and began to excavate the grave.

Night fell, and under the intense lights, the graveyard was illuminated as bright as day.

Nearby, many specially made soft leather chairs appeared, and the members of the Gongyi family all sat down.

From time to time, various foods were served, and the twenty-odd people began to eat slowly.

After all, today's events had been sudden, and these people had been busy all day without having time to eat.

The middle-aged man, drained by wine and women, looked at his phone, reading its contents, and let out a faint sneer: "This reborn one has a mental illness and a terminal disease. Even if he lives again, he's probably not far from death. Useless."

He scanned the QR code on Qi Yuan's tombstone and saw a lot of information about Qi Yuan.

Type A-3 mental disorder, accompanied by severe delusions, difficult to communicate.

The rest of the Gongyi family agreed with the man's words.

The Qi Yuan before them was truly unfortunate.

Of course, also fortunate.

After all, he had been given a chance to live again.

Though only for a year.

"Probably, he won't get to see the grand spectacle of the hundred races blooming together.

And we will have to wait another ten years," said the previously refined man, his voice firm.

Upon hearing this, those present changed their expressions slightly, with anticipation.

"So these opportunities must be completely in our hands!" Gongyi Cai's eyes gleamed.

Over the past ten years, many opportunities had emerged, but most were held by other families of the Seven Martial Stars.

To change the future landscape, this matter of the reborn ones had to be used well.

"It's a pity he's dead, otherwise we could have made a deal with him!" Gongyi Jing couldn't help but say.

As for the deal, it was simply to send encrypted text to Qi Yuan, who would then go back to the past to find the Gongyi family and pass the information to them.

In return, the Gongyi family would also transfer enormous benefits to the reborn one.

Of course, this kind of cooperation was uncertain.

After all, the reborn one held the initiative. What if he was unwilling to tell the families the encrypted text?

So, when dealing with those reborn ones, the great families of the Seven Martial Stars spared no expense.

Women, wealth, power, and so on.

Unfortunately, Qi Yuan was dead.

A dead man could not communicate or cooperate.

The main force of the Gongyi family had gone to find another person, leaving only them dispatched here.

Today's affair was destined to be futile.

With the joint efforts of several soldiers, the grave was soon dug open, and the coffin appeared before everyone.

Those present looked at the coffin, their hearts feeling a bit heavy.

Gongyi Jing stepped forward to look, frowning: "Only bones remain."

The rest of the Gongyi family looked at each other, gazing at Qi Yuan's remains.

At this moment, Gongyi Cai said, "Proceed according to the original plan."

Even though Qi Yuan was already dead, they still decided to inform the bones in the coffin of the plan.

Although, bones could not hear, but what if?

Qi Yuan was dead, but his soul might still be drifting?

After all, something as absurd as the world restarting had happened.

Something even more absurd happening... would be normal, right?

"Who will inform him?" Gongyi Cai spoke, his voice aged.

The twenty-odd members of the Gongyi family looked at each other, all somewhat reluctant.

After all, speaking useless words to bones, and in the dead of night, none of them wanted to do it.

The man drained by wine and women said, "Uncle, I haven't slept all night."

Clearly refusing.

Gongyi Jing hesitated, about to say something, when Gongyi Qing said, "I'll do it."

Gongyi Cai nodded.

Although Gongyi Qing came from a remote background, he was capable, so the Gongyi family had given him an important role.

Gongyi Qing stepped forward, holding some documents, and approached the bones.

"Qi Yuan, I am Gongyi Qing of the Gongyi family.

I apologize for the intrusion in opening your grave.

I don't know if you can hear me."

I come here with the utmost sincerity...

Nine years ago, you died of a cerebral hemorrhage, and even emergency hospital treatment could not save you.

Our Gongyi family possesses the finest medical facilities, and even great medicines—if only you choose to cooperate with us and relay the secret text I am about to reveal, our family will not only treat your illness for free.

Opportunities, power, status, wealth... all of these we can grant you...

The content of the secret text is..."

The Gongyi family's secret text had been in their possession for ten years already; as long as Qi Yuan told them the text, they could translate it and obtain the answers.

The secret text was divided into three categories: the first recorded the matter of the world's restart, explaining the reason, and allowing the Gongyi family to understand that reason; the second concerned the location of opportunities; and the third was a chronicle of major events.

Gongyi Qing spoke earnestly, saying the content of the secret text was quite complex.

"I don't know if you can hear me, or if you can remember what you hear. I will repeat the content of the secret text several more times."

On the Lost Path Mountain, Gongyi Qing continued speaking to the skeleton before him.

The scene was especially eerie.

The man, drained by wine and women, yawned and took another sip of wine. He looked at Gongyi Qing, a hint of arrogance hidden deep in his eyes.

In the Gongyi family, his father was the one in power; Gongyi Qing's relation was more distant.

"He keeps repeating himself like this, and he's been at it for an hour—isn't he tired?

If I were him, I'd just record a broadcast and play it on loop," the middle-aged man said.

Gongyi Jing's pretty face showed a helpless expression: "We are cooperating with Qi Yuan; using a recorded broadcast would be impolite and wouldn't show our sincerity."

"Talking about sincerity with a skeleton?" The middle-aged man chuckled, a hint of mockery in his eyes.

Respecting a corpse—that was the funniest joke he'd heard all day.

Gongyi Cai shot the middle-aged man a glare, and he fell silent.

Time passed quickly. In the somewhat eerie graveyard, Gongyi Qing's clear voice rang out.

The rest of the Gongyi family sat down to rest.

After all, they had been busy all day.

Time flew by, and there was less than a quarter of an hour left before the restart.

Gongyi Qing, leaning on the coffin lid, continued speaking his words. The middle-aged man, drained by wine and women, yawned again, his eyes drowsy: "Still muttering?"

Gongyi Cai shot another glare at this unworthy descendant, then walked over to Gongyi Qing and said gently, "Why not take a break? The results are already in from the other side—the restarter has agreed to cooperate with us."

These people from great families naturally wouldn't cooperate with only one restarter.

And the secret texts given to the restarters overlapped, to avoid errors.

"It's fine, Second Uncle. There are only a dozen minutes left. I'll recite a bit more; it won't hurt," Gongyi Qing replied.

Gongyi Jing picked up a glass of water and handed it to Gongyi Qing.

"Thank you," Gongyi Qing said, taking the water and preparing to drink.

Suddenly, the earth trembled.

The ground beneath their feet rolled, trees swayed, and the tall buildings shook.

The cup in Gongyi Qing's hand also trembled, and it fell into the coffin.

This tremor was like an earthquake, lasting only three breaths before stopping.

The people present either looked stunned or shocked.

Gongyi Cai's eyes grew deep: "Before the restart, there are strange signs in the world—it seems to be true."

Gongyi Jing's eyes also showed a complex expression: "After the world restarts... will I still be me?"

Regarding the world's restart, Gongyi Jing was actually resistant and unwilling.

But just then, a lazy voice sounded.

"Hey, your water spilled on my bones."

At the sound of this voice, everyone present turned their gaze to the coffin.

There, in the coffin, lay a skeleton.

Fear or disbelief filled the hearts of those present!

"A ghost!"

The man drained by wine and women was terrified, nearly falling over.

The others were also shocked.

A corpse had come back to life!

A corpse had actually come back to life!

"Are you... Qi Yuan?" Gongyi Qing looked at the skeleton before him, astonishment in his eyes.

If the world's restart weren't imminent, encountering such a horrifying event, he would definitely take Qi Yuan's bones to the lab for research.

"Mm... Are you people here to party on my grave?"

At this moment, Qi Yuan's bones were scattered and barely held together.

He was somewhat dazed.

He had actually become a corpse.

Could it be that in this life, he was destined to be a puppet?

Gongyi Qing's face showed excitement: "You actually... have consciousness. Could it be that ghosts really exist?"

If the world's restart existed, then the existence of ghosts was easy to understand.

At that moment, the hollow skull shook, looking quite stiff and loose: "Young man, don't be superstitious. Believe in science. There are no ghosts in this world!"

Qi Yuan had the authority to speak on this matter.

Even if a Purple Mansion cultivator fell, they truly fell, with no ghost remaining.

Only a Yin Spirit-level powerhouse might retain a wisp of primordial spirit, surviving in another form.

If one called that a ghost, it could barely pass.

So, there were no ghosts in this world.

The skull looked seriously at everyone present, its voice also serious.

But to these people, what Qi Yuan said seemed utterly ridiculous.

Folks, who would understand? On a graveyard mountain, a skull says to believe in science, that there are no ghosts in this world.

That was the thought in everyone's mind.

Gongyi Cai's mouth twitched: "Little brother, you might not have realized it yet, but you are already dead."

"Mm, this game avatar of mine is indeed dead," Qi Yuan pondered.

Could it be that he was going to walk the path of a ghost cultivator?

Qi Yuan's words once again left everyone present baffled.

A game alias?

But then, remembering that Qi Yuan had been a mental patient in his former life, it all seemed perfectly normal.

"Brother Qi Yuan, do you know what Brother Qing said earlier?" At that moment, Gongyi Jing gathered her courage to ask.

To be honest, if it weren't for the world's reset and her own understanding, she wouldn't have dared to call a skull "brother."

"Said what?" Qi Yuan was surprised. "Are you people sick? Talking to a corpse that's turned to bones—don't you have mental issues?"

Qi Yuan's words once again left everyone present speechless.

Nevertheless, Gongyi Qing quickly said, "The world is about to reset, and the Gongyi family wishes to cooperate with you..."

Gongyi Qing explained the entire situation from beginning to end.

After hearing it all, Qi Yuan was utterly astonished.

"The world is about to reset right now?"

This was something he had never expected.

After all, what kind of power could reset the world?

He couldn't fathom it.

Even as the ruler of the Heavenly Dao of Wangyue Continent, he couldn't reset that land or turn back time.

He never imagined that coming to this world would bring such an event.

"How interesting. This game seems tough," Qi Yuan murmured. "Do you know who the final boss of the game is?"

Gongyi Qing furrowed his brow; communicating with a mental patient was quite troublesome.

"This isn't a game—it's reality!" Gongyi Jing asserted firmly.

Beside her, Gongyi Qing also spoke up: "The reset is imminent. The Gongyi family wants to cooperate with you. What do you think?"

This was the most important matter.

Although Qi Yuan had no memory of the past decade, the cipher text was already sufficient for the Gongyi family's needs.

"I have my own game quest to complete," Qi Yuan was eager to refuse. "Let fate decide—if I happen to run into you one day, that counts as cooperation."

He said it casually, unconcerned about cooperating with the Gongyi family.

The man who had been drained by wine and women showed a dissatisfied expression: "It seems you have no idea what the Gongyi family represents!

If you latch onto the Gongyi family's coattails, power, wealth, and women will be yours in abundance!"

If it had been any other resetter with ten years of memory, he would have been wary.

But Qi Yuan was different.

Qi Yuan was a mental patient with only one year of memory.

So offending him was no big deal.

Qi Yuan glanced at the man: "Assets in a game... aren't they just numbers?

Wealth... I have it.

Power... I don't lack that either.

As for women... I have a wife, and I never fool around."

Qi Yuan's words left everyone present at a loss.

The man who had provoked him earlier was also speechless.

What was he arguing with a mental patient for?

Gongyi Qing quickly said, "The content of the cipher text is..."

He rapidly repeated the cipher text, since less than ten minutes remained, and he feared Qi Yuan wouldn't remember it.

Qi Yuan shrugged: "I'll reluctantly take on your quest. If I have time or it's convenient, I'll do it. But if it interferes with my main quest, then sorry."

After all, he still had his main quest to complete.

The time that followed was spent by the Gongyi family painting a rosy picture for Qi Yuan.

Qi Yuan listened idly, quietly waiting for the world to reset.

At that moment, the rumbling of the earth grew louder.

Qi Yuan's skeleton cave seemed to possess a spirit, gazing darkly at the sky—was the world about to reset?

He wanted to see just how it would reset.

His vision began to blur at that moment.

The entire world seemed to be overlaid with countless lines.

The Gongyi family before him fragmented into segments.

Suddenly, a piercing bird cry rang out.

He seemed to see a huge red bird, blood-soaked and utterly miserable, spreading its wings and soaring.

His bones shattered at that very instant.

(End of chapter)