When Yi Chen got up from his absolutely pious state of kneeling, he didn't feel any gaze, nor did he feel any coercion from his superiors.

It's just that an incomparably strong aura of death lingers in this temple.

Suddenly, Yi Chen suddenly realized something, he immediately turned around and took out all his strength, and pushed his palms with both hands to re-close the door that had opened a slight crack to stop the loss of death essence.

That's right.

There is nothing in the inner sanctum, there are no living people, there are no dead people, not even concepts.

This death essence stored in the inner hall is very limited, once it flows away, there will be no more, Yi Chen can't wait to turn back time and make up for those essences that were lost before.

After closing the door, look around the hall again.

It was like a desolate palace of a king, with many torn long cloths hanging on the dilapidated and decaying walls, and the national seal that should have been printed on it had been torn up.

On the empty hall, there is no magnificent scene of pilgrimage of any courtiers, and loneliness is the only color.

At the back of the main hall is a special throne.

The reason why it is special is that there is something under the throne, a gallows, and it is the simplest wooden gallows that can be seen in every execution ground.

Although it is made of wood, it has not decayed with the temple, and it still retains its original appearance, standing and supporting the throne.

Above that throne lay a man, or rather a corpse devoid of breath or sentience.

A gilded black robe wraps around the body,

Wearing a broken crown on his head,

Facial wrapped with damp bandages,

From the shape of the black robe and the throne, it is not difficult to see that the other party should be the owner of this temple, or even the ruler of a certain dynasty.

With the gallows and wet bandages, Yi Chen was basically sure that the other party was the person he was looking for, the existence that granted him the divinity of death.

But no matter how Yi Chen tried to infiltrate death, how he stared at the existence on the throne, he couldn't get any response, as if it was an empty shell.

With doubts, he knelt down in a state of reverence, and kowtowed in three steps until he reached the lower end of the gallows.

When he stepped up the steps, he thought that there would be some kind of artistic conception lingering and dragged Yi Chen to the scene of a hanging.

In fact, nothing happened, just a very ordinary walk up the steps to the gallows.

"This gallows is incomplete, the most important gallows rope does not exist, is it occupied by the throne?"

When he came to the throne, he was still so sparse and ordinary, and there was no response.

This time, Yi Chen did not bow down, because he had been recognized since he entered the temple, and it was no longer a question of piety or not.

Since all indirect perception is useless, perhaps the only way to obtain information is through direct contact.

Yi Chen stretched out his hand and slowly touched the body of the man on the throne.

Neither touching his hands nor stroking his clothes, he reached out and walked towards the mysterious face wrapped in bandages.

There is no mysterious power to drag Yi Chen to look directly at the other party's face,

It was his own curiosity to see what the scene was like under the bandages, and to find the rope that had been lost in the gallows.

As the bandages wrapped around his face were untied one by one, Yi Chen's surface became dignified,

When all the damp strips of cloth fell to the ground, an unimaginable face met Yi Chen's eyes, and it will be permanently imprinted in his memory.

The whole face is a hollow, as if it has been hollowed out, and it seems like it is meant to be.

If you look at it individually, it's unremarkable, and a certain psychopathic murderer who likes to dig his face may be able to produce several such corpse specimens a day.

But if it is put together with the throne, the gallows.

The lost rope was found...... It is the face of this person.

The throne is the gallows,

The face is the rope,

There is no need to put the head in a rope, no need to climb the unattainable gallows, no need for any executioners and supports,

From the moment he became a king, he was in a state of hanging,

Although there was still no spiritual transmission or thought medium, two words emerged in Yi Chen's mind based on the 'beautiful scenery' he saw in front of him.

"The Hanged King"

At the same time, the remains of the king, whose bandages had been removed, were now reduced to ashes and scattered, leaving nothing behind.

No lettering, no audio,

Only this desolate, empty temple, and the throne on the gallows.

Yi Chen realized a lot of things, his eyes became brighter, and the questions that lingered in his heart and had been eager to solve were answered.

"I see, I see...... There are so many lives in thousands of worlds, and there are countless deaths every second, why did you choose a child like me who is still an underage at that time? It is also the only believer and inheritor of the designation.

Maybe I do have a certain peculiarity,

Maybe I'm closer to death,

But I am definitely not the most special and suitable deceased in this world.

In terms of talent, the white Grim Reaper of the lesion and the original deceased are not weaker than me.

The real reason why I was chosen was because I also happened to die the moment the Hanged King died...... Although there may have been a million deaths in that instant, I was chosen.

Luck? ”

At this moment, a voice came from Yi Chen's ears.

≮The Death Guide has been activated, the Sinking Death Hall (Inner Sanctum) waypoint has been activated, and you can use the Upper Rope to go directly to the current area≯

"Choose any one person as the inheritor, leave the entire Dead Sea and this temple behind, and go to 'true death'.

In the end, he is really dead, and he has not even left a trace of concept.

Or did the Hanged King leave through death completely, leaving the main material plane, leaving this multiverse, and going to the real 'outside'?

Perhaps even the Hanged King himself did not have absolute confidence to go 'outside', otherwise with his personality, there would be no need to develop a disciple like me at the last minute.

It was because I wasn't sure if I would die completely that I made such an insurance.

If he doesn't make it outside, maybe I, the inheritor of the Dead Sea, still have a chance.

The reason why he left nothing but led me to the Dead Sea was that he did not want me, the sole inheritor, to completely reproduce his path of death.

Otherwise, if He fails to get out, I will not be able to go out if I fully reproduce His death.

All I got was access to the Dead Sea, and I relied on my own understanding of death, but fortunately, my experience of having a lesion made my death no longer confined to the Dead Sea, mixed with other things.

However, I have to say that the Hanged King's perception of death is much higher than mine.

The ideology of the remains, the throne and the gallows alone will benefit me immensely, and it will take at least a month or more to digest it. ”

Thinking of this,

Yi Chen did not kneel again, but bowed deeply to the throne like a gentleman.

Since the other party left him the authority here, Yi Chen sat on the throne unceremoniously, feeling the loneliness and savoring the depth of death.

(End of chapter)