Gatekeeper of Myriad Worlds Chapter 288

Mogakou didn’t bother killing Shen Ye first.

He rushed directly to the door of the room where Shen Ye was standing and looked inside.

—There were only various broken things in the room.

So the changes underground should have nothing to do with the room Long Wu opened.

Shen Ye watched the change in his expression and couldn’t help but praise him.

The Spirit of Magic had already hidden the room with the high-grade Reincarnation Heavenly Pill!

“Don’t worry, he’s just an outsider. He accidentally passed the test and obtained the identity of a tomb soldier. He doesn’t know anything about this place.”

The Spirit of Magic’s voice sounded in his ear.

“Sir, it seems something is about to happen, be careful!” Shen Ye shouted.

Mogakou turned his head to look.

At the end of the corridor.

A group of black three-headed snakes appeared.

They exuded an ominous aura, instantly filling the entire corridor!

“These are talisman snakes, monsters created by talismans. If you kill them, you will be entangled by their curses,” the Spirit of Magic’s voice echoed in Shen Ye’s mind.

“Do you know what these are?” Mogakou shouted.

“I’ve seen them once,” Shen Ye immediately replied, “These are talisman snakes, monsters created by talismans. If you kill them, you will be entangled by their curses!”

“How do we deal with them?” Mogakou asked again.

“You can’t deal with them. The curses they form will continuously summon powerful beings from the tomb to kill you—but they move slowly, so running is the best option!” the Spirit of Magic said.

The black three-headed snakes charged at the two of them.

“Sir, there’s only one way—run!” Shen Ye shouted loudly.

Mogakou’s heart was alert, and he turned to run.

“Sir—save me, I don’t want to die either!” Shen Ye continued to shout.

Mogakou looked at him.

This Long Wu Baxter was indeed, as his brother said, extremely talented in investigating clues.

He knew what these snakes were!

In other words, the information he had gathered about the tomb was even more extensive than his own!

Now, there were new developments in the tomb. If he could have his assistance, more secrets of the tomb could be uncovered—

Mogakou wavered.

Perhaps…

Perhaps he shouldn’t always follow his instincts.

There were already so few people.

He had finally found a subordinate who could help, why not make good use of him?

Was he going to kill all his subordinates?

Mogakou scoffed at himself, then immediately raised his hand and quickly cast a spell, unraveling the technique.

Shen Ye soon felt that he could move again.

He secretly glanced at Mogakou, sensing that the killing intent on Mogakou had also diminished significantly.

“That was just testing you—Baxter, now you’ve proven your loyalty, and with the unexpected situation, the test ends here,” Mogakou said.

“So that’s how it is, I knew that’s how it was, sir!”

Shen Ye showed an expression that indeed confirmed it.

This expression was the most appropriate; any other would not have worked.

“Was Jiuxiang always like this?” Mogakou asked.

“Lord Jiuxiang would eliminate all untrustworthy individuals!” Shen Ye said.

Mogakou paused slightly, then nodded in agreement.

He almost forgot.

Jiuxiang possessed multiple souls and had an extraordinary talent for discerning truth from falsehood.

If Baxter had falsely pledged allegiance, or even said anything untrue in front of Jiuxiang—

Baxter wouldn’t have survived until now!

“…Alright, hurry and follow me!” Mogakou shouted.

“Yes!” Shen Ye chased after him.

The two, one in front and one behind, quickly left the corridor.

Shen Ye ran, looking back, his heart full of hesitation.

“The first tribulation is this simple, just run? Should I try to attack?”

He quietly asked the Spirit of Magic.

“Absolutely not!” The female Spirit of Magic immediately warned him, “Once you act, you will be entangled by the curse, and then you will have to face about fifteen summoned battles. Only after surviving will the curse disappear.”

Fifteen times?

I can’t last that long!

Shen Ye wisely shut his mouth.

It seemed that the only thing to be thankful for in this great tomb was that the Spirit of Magic of the Destiny Seal was with him.

Otherwise, he would have been at a loss just now.

As Shen Ye was pondering, Mogakou’s voice sounded in his ear:

“These monsters seem to move very slowly, why don’t we try attacking them?”

“… ” Shen Ye.

Mogakou had the same thought as him.

“Sir, attacking might entangle us with the curse, and it’s quite difficult to deal with,” Shen Ye explained.

“Baxter, I heard you’re very good at investigating clues. I’d like to test if what you say is true or false—”

Mogakou unleashed a streak of light, striking the black snake in the distance.

The next moment.

The black snake was splattered like ink on the wall.

“Hmph, nothing happened, Baxter,” Mogakou said, looking sternly at Shen Ye.

“Sir, look.”

Mogakou looked back.

He saw the ink-like black snakes writhing and twisting on the wall, quickly condensing into talisman prints.

As the prints formed, the lines on the wall seemed to be activated.

The void trembled.

With a whoosh, Mogakou disappeared from in front of Shen Ye.

“He got teleported away?”

Shen Ye asked.

“Yes, in fact, if someone bears the tribulation for you, the power of the tribulation will concentrate on them,” the Spirit of Magic said.

“What if he dies in the tribulation?” Shen Ye immediately pressed.

“If he takes a death for you, the calamity will be resolved,” the Spirit of Magic said.

Shen Ye looked at the other black three-headed snakes and saw that after Mogakou was taken away, their speed indeed slowed down a lot.

This is too slow…

No threat at all, and no way to kill me.

Shen Ye stood against the wall, waiting for the snake horde to get close, then he acted, luring them all away.

He made a big detour, returning to where Mogakou had disappeared.

Easy.

Relaxed.

—This is great!

Mogakou is truly a good person.

I must keep him by my side; he absolutely cannot be allowed to run away.

After a while.

The void opened, and Mogakou landed on the ground.

“Sir, how was that curse?” Shen Ye asked.

“Just average, probably difficult for you professionals, but for me, it was really simple,” Mogakou said casually.

—However, at this point, he already somewhat understood Baxter.

Baxter’s information was correct.

It was indeed a curse.

Shen Ye was about to speak when he suddenly saw the void move again.

Mogakou was teleported away again.

… The curse would only dissipate after fifteen teleports.

“The first tribulation is a teleportation curse, what about the second?”

Shen Ye asked.

“The first tribulation is in progress, so the second tribulation won’t come,” the Spirit of Magic said.

Shen Ye sighed and shook his head, saying:

“I just learned a sword technique, why do I have to face so much trouble?”

“That sword technique is too powerful—it’s not for fear that the tomb soldiers can’t control it and use it to do bad things, so after learning it, they must suppress its power,” the Spirit of Magic said.

“Come on, I’ve seen bugs the size of planets. One sword technique isn’t enough to drive me crazy,” Shen Ye shook his head and laughed.

Swish—

Mogakou teleported out again.

“Sir!” Shen Ye quickly said.

“It’s nothing!” Mogakou waved his hand, “Are there still some cursed snakes?”

“I was afraid they would attack you again, so I led them away.”

“Hmm, well done—”

Before he finished speaking, Mogakou was teleported away again.

Third time.

Shen Ye was about to squat down to rest for a while when he saw the black three-headed snakes coming again.

No choice.

Lure them away!

This time, a wide circle.

Shen Ye led a group of black three-headed snakes, passed through a long corridor, made several turns, and it took a while to return to where Mogakou had been teleported.

Mogakou was not there.

He didn’t know if he hadn’t returned or if he had been teleported away again.

Fifteen times!

Shen Ye, now with free time and feeling a bit hungry, took out a field ration box from the human front lines from his ring and squatted there to eat.

Halfway through the meal.

Mogakou returned.

There was blood on his hands, and his expression was no longer as relaxed.

“Sir, are you eating?” Shen Ye asked.

“You’re a vampire and you still eat human food?” Mogakou tentatively asked.

“When I was poor, I stole a lot from human positions. Just eating a little eliminates hunger,” Shen Ye said.

—Having seen all sorts of vampires in hell, he could now grasp the image of a poor vampire.

“Didn’t Jiuxiang give you money?” Mogakou asked.

“No, Lord Jiuxiang doesn’t give money,” Shen Ye said naturally.

Mogakou froze for a moment, then recalling Jiuxiang’s behavior, he quickly found it perfectly reasonable.

“Then why do you still work for him?”

“Lord Jiuxiang helped me kill a dragon, and I am very grateful.”

“So that’s how—”

Before he finished speaking, Mogakou was teleported away again.

It seemed quite troublesome.

This was only the first tribulation; there were still many battles ahead.

Shen Ye pondered for a moment, then continued eating.

As the field ration box was almost empty, the black three-headed snake swarm returned.

I run!

Shen Ye led the snake swarm in a big circle, returning to the place where Mogakou had been teleported away.

After a while.

Mogakou was teleported out again.

“Long Wu, I remember you’re a Frost Death Knight.”

“That’s right, sir.”

“Where are your skills?”

Shen Ye paused, then understood.

So you weren’t happy seeing me squatting here eating leisurely? Deliberately picking a fight?

“Sir, I’ll make a fool of myself.”

He kicked out, sweeping an ice blade through the air.

“…Baxter, Death Knights have mounts and fight with longswords, not their feet,” Mogakou found fault.

“Sir, among Frost Death Knights, I embody the ‘Frost’ part!”

“Where’s your mount?”

Shen Ye trusted Big Skeleton immensely, simply wiping his ring.

Snap!

A visually striking undead skeletal beast appeared before Mogakou’s eyes.

What kind of being was Fei Lun?

He had long cooperated tacitly with Shen Ye, expertly handling all sorts of unexpected situations.

At this moment, it had transformed into a Skeleton King—ready to give Mogakou a small shock.

“Come forth, brave knight! Mount me!”

Big Skeleton shouted.

Shen Ye leaped onto its broad, spacious bony back and loudly declared, “My beloved mount, let’s conquer the world together!”

Then he kicked forward.

Ice frost flew out.

Mogakou was silent for a moment.

He had thought he was perfectly disguised.

But as a Frost Death Knight, only his kicking motion could be associated with the word “frost.”

Riding a turtle.

Squatting on the ground eating stolen lunchboxes.

Forget it…

I won’t kill him.

It’s not pity for him, but rather, as the top expert of the “Five Desires,” should I personally kill a knight whose mount is a skeletal turtle?

As he was thinking, Shen Ye had already squatted down and pulled out a bone from the turtle.

Now he had a weapon too.

“Sir, do you need me to fight? My mount and I are ready!”

Shen Ye, brandishing the turtle bone, asked with burning fighting spirit.

Whoa—

He’s still a loyal Frost Turtle Knight.

“No need… you’re not needed.”

Mogakou said weakly.

—The overall image of the “Five Senses” had been pulled down to a new low.

How will I ever make a name for myself in the universe now!

People will point at my planet and say, “Look, that’s the world with the turtle knight.”

Perhaps I should just kill him.

Swish—

The void opened, and Mogakou was teleported away.

The corridor became quiet.

Shen Ye and Fei Lun (the Skeleton King—) looked at each other, both seeing the determination in the other’s eyes.

The strategy of psychological warfare was quite perfect.

The cooperation was also very tacit.

It should have been successful!

Mogakou probably wouldn’t be as strongly wary of “Long Wu” anymore.

In the Dharma Image.

The Mother of Dark Skeletons, the King of Ghouls, and the defeated Underworld Lord Mictetikasiwa turned their backs, trembling uncontrollably, muttering to themselves:

“I should have killed this offspring back then… what does the destruction of the world have to do with me…”

Approximately seven or eight minutes later.

Mogakou was teleported out again.

He let out a command without expression:

“Long Wu, heed my order!”

“Yes!” Shen Ye stood up straight.

“I order you to scout the surrounding area for various situations. Do not return here for two hours.”

“Yes!”

Shen Ye immediately moved, urging the Skeleton King—and sped off into the depths of the passage.

After he had gone out of sight, Mogakou suddenly spat out a mouthful of blood, sat down on the ground, and took out a medicine bottle to take medicine.

“Damn it, I was careless.”

“I really have itchy hands, why did I actively fall into that curse?”

Mogakou murmured in annoyance.

Each time he was teleported, the monster he faced became much stronger.

This time, he had accidentally sustained some injuries.

What would he face next?

Mogakou closed his eyes slightly, seizing the time to rest.

The void moved.

Swish—

He was teleported away again.

…

Two hours later.

Shen Ye was squatting in a corner, with a bottle of iced pineapple juice, a pile of melon seed shells, and a few spicy chicken wing bones next to him.

“Can he survive?” he asked.

“Uncertain, there’s one last time, perhaps he’ll die in there,” the Spirit of Magic said.

“Sigh, please don’t die,” Shen Ye was a little worried.

“Yes, it’s rare to find someone who can take so much. It’s best if he survives and continues to bear the next tribulation for you,” the Spirit of Magic agreed.

“Let’s go, let’s see.”

Shen Ye finished the pineapple juice, packed up all the trash, and looked around.

There was indeed a trash can.

“Don’t you sort your trash?”

“Sort? What’s that?”

“Forget it.”

—This tomb design is unreasonable.

Shen Ye threw away the trash and led the black three-headed snakes that had just followed him on another round.

After doing this, he unhurriedly arrived at Mogakou’s teleportation point.

He saw Mogakou lying on the ground, with one arm severed and covered in blood.

“Sir!”

Shen Ye’s body trembled, and he exclaimed.

“It’s nothing, just a small injury. I’ll fully recover when I get back,” Mogakou maintained his image as a top expert.

“Then hurry back, sir, you need to heal that injury,” Shen Ye said.

“Hmph, do you think I don’t want to? But the space around here seems to be locked,” Mogakou frowned tightly.

Locked?

“Yes,” the Spirit of Magic’s voice sounded in Shen Ye’s mind, “You are undergoing the ‘Three Calamities’ test. All beings involved cannot leave the tomb until the ‘Three Calamities’ are completely over.”

—So Mogakou was completely drawn into it.

“The second calamity is about to begin.”

The Spirit of Magic quickly said:

“The Calamity of Sandstorm is coming.”

“This is an ancient and terrifying tribulation. They were blown by the wind, sweeping across the entire world, and eventually all creatures on the planet died.”

“You only have three hours to prepare. Beyond this time, the Calamity of Sandstorm will arrive.”

“Find a way to survive.”

Shen Ye’s heart tightened.

The extinction of all life on the entire planet!

How can there be such a calamity!

Mogakou sat up from the ground, leaning against the wall, and gasped, “I see that all the items in your tomb soldier’s room have rotted away. Did you not find any treasures?”

“Yes, sir,” Shen Ye said.

“Look at this.” Mogakou spread out a hand.

In his hand was a gray pill.

—Reincarnation Heavenly Pill!

Yes.

All formally appointed tomb soldiers would receive such a pill.

“Wow, sir, you’re amazing. I haven’t found any decent treasures yet.”

Shen Ye gave a thumbs up, saying enviously.

What did he mean?

Because he saw his miserable state with one arm on the ground, he took out the pill to flaunt his gains?

—This lord was too concerned with appearances.

But…

The color of this pill…

It wasn’t quite the same as his own!

“I just checked, he’s the owner of Tomb Soldier Restroom No. 517. The Reincarnation Heavenly Pill in his room has completely deteriorated because the bottle cap wasn’t sealed tightly.”

The Spirit of Magic’s voice echoed in Shen Ye’s mind.

“… ” Shen Ye.

“Baxter, this pill is a good thing, but unfortunately your room is completely ruined, so there’s no such good stuff,” Mogakou said proudly.

“Yes, sir,” Shen Ye replied cooperatively.

“My arm is broken, so maybe this pill will be useful, what do you say?” Mogakou asked again.

Shen Ye paused for a breath.

Let him die?

No, that won’t do.

He still had value alive.

After all, he still had two tribulations to complete, and if Mogakou could block them, it would be extremely righteous.

“Sir, I think things from such places should be handled with caution.”

Shen Ye said.

“You don’t think it’s a good thing?” Mogakou asked.

“Of course it’s a good thing, but our current environment isn’t very stable. You might as well wait until you return, find a safe place, and then consume it.”

Shen Ye spoke with the utmost sincerity.

Mogakou also nodded secretly.

This Baxter.

He wasn’t the kind of person who would just flatter and parrot others’ opinions.

He was very rational about the current situation, and what he said was completely correct.

No malicious intent.

Then.

Should he listen to him?

“For you, a stable place is indeed necessary, but I fear nothing in this place.”

Mogakou said proudly, and swallowed the pill in one gulp.

But he wasn’t foolish either.

He used the method of esophageal contraction to clamp the pill.

This was a long, long time ago, in his early years, a method of esophageal contraction he learned to poison enemies.

He hadn’t used it in a long time…

He never expected to use it today to show off his fearlessness in front of his subordinate.

“He ate it,” Shen Ye mentally noted.

“Is he an idiot? That pill melts in your mouth; it’s irreversible now,” the Spirit of Magic said.

“What happens if you eat an expired Reincarnation Heavenly Pill?” Shen Ye asked.

“It will cause a kind of spiritual pollution—every once in a while, he will uncontrollably say some unpleasant things,” the Spirit of Magic said.

“That’s good, not much impact then,” Shen Ye said, relieved.

“It’s almost impossible to get rid of!” the Spirit of Magic emphasized.

At this moment.

The surrounding walls suddenly lit up, revealing countless flowing lines.

Mogakou suddenly looked at Shen Ye.

—What did you do?

Shen Ye’s heart tightened, and he looked back at Mogakou without showing weakness.

—I didn’t do anything, sir. You’ve been watching me the whole time.

However, what did you do, sir?

The two looked at each other silently.

The light on the walls grew brighter and brighter, gradually forming some kind of spell.

“I quietly guided the power of these spells to direct them towards your enemy, so he wouldn’t find out it was you experiencing the ‘Three Calamities’.”

The Spirit of Magic’s voice echoed in Shen Ye’s mind.

The next second.

The lights indeed jumped off the walls and rotated continuously around Mogakou.

Mogakou paused slightly, trying to recall everything that had just happened.

Baxter was immobilized by him.

Then he made himself run.

He fought the black snakes.

Then what happened?

Baxter still did nothing.

It was himself…

He blindly ate the pill.

Wait, where’s the pill?

Didn’t I clamp it in my esophagus?

It’s gone?

“Strange…”

“I just ate a pill, and this is enough to be sensed?”

Mogakou avoided Shen Ye’s gaze, saying half-explaining, half-helplessly.

Careless.

The pill, when swallowed, was naturally absorbed in the esophagus!

So why would eating a pill cause some kind of change in the entire corridor?

What was the principle behind this?

Why couldn’t he understand it at all?

… Too advanced.

The entire passage lit up.

Light and shadow shifted.

The grand tomb disappeared.

Shen Ye found himself and Mogakou in a desolate desert.

“It has begun. You only have three hours.”

The Spirit of Magic said.

Shen Ye felt a surge of urgency and said in a flustered tone:

“Sir, what’s going on? Why was I teleported here with you?”

Mogakou was speechless.

—It seemed that some power he triggered had brought this vampire along too.

He was really unlucky to meet me.

“I don’t know either,” Mogakou said vaguely.

Shen Ye looked around, pointed into the distance, and asked:

“Sir, look, there’s an inn over there, should we go and inquire about the situation?”

Mogakou nodded and said, “Mm, we should inquire, you stinking idiot.”

Shen Ye turned his head in surprise to look at him.

—No, I didn’t know the effect of expired pills, so I must be shocked.

“Sir,” he bowed respectfully, and said with trepidation, “Are you scolding me like this because I did something wrong?”

Mogakou was stunned for a few breaths, then waved his hand and said, “It’s nothing, I’m not scolding you, I’m just—remembering some things from the past.”

Damn it.

That pill actually had this effect?

“As long as you’re not scolding me,” Shen Ye breathed a sigh of relief.

“Of course I’m not scolding you—actually, there was a person who killed one of my brothers back then. Every time I think of him, I scold him like that,” Mogakou said somberly.

“Sir, you’re truly loyal!” Shen Ye gave a thumbs up.

“Let’s not talk about it, let’s go over there and see.”

“Okay, let’s go—I’ll go first, sir, you follow behind.”

“No problem, I see the sky isn’t right, and the world’s power fluctuations are a big issue. We need to hurry,” Mogakou observed the sky.

“Sir, what’s going to happen?” Shen Ye asked.

“You big idiot, go to hell,” Mogakou shouted.

“…” Shen Ye.

“…” Mogakou.

“Sir, the one who killed your brother back then, there were two of them, right?”

“You’re quite clever.”

Mogakou averted his face.

He thought for a moment, then took out a bottle of Calamity Source Liquid and took two sips.

The space didn’t open.

Mogakou also failed to teleport away.

“Sir, it’s not working?” Shen Ye asked.

“No—this black maggot’s piss is useless,” Mogakou said.

This cursing—

If you respond too much, it’s not good, it makes it seem like he’s really scolding you.

And he’s scolding the Calamity Source Liquid.

He drank that stuff.

So he’s scolding himself, right?

Both of them somewhat caught on.

Mogakou looked straight ahead and pointed.

Shen Ye understood and nodded.

They simply stopped talking and quickly flew, soon arriving at the inn’s entrance.

“Such a heavy smell of blood.”

Shen Ye pushed open the door.