In the bustling market, Wen Shi's space seemed isolated from the world. After the child finished speaking, everyone around him fell silent.
Ji Yuanzhi asked himself a soul-searching question: "What if no customers come to our place?"
A Sang looked at Wen Shi's eight paired guests.
Last night, everyone was so preoccupied with the idea of a wealthy widower that they didn't pay any attention to a little kid. But Ah Sang's words just now really scared the guests. A normal child would never speak so innocently about such a cruel money-making strategy.
The deformed man standing at the front silently pointed at the tattered straw sandals he was wearing. They were all well-known poor families in Fengguan Village.
This time it was A Sang's turn to remain silent.
He wiped his face with his sleeve to make sure he was clean. "There's no way I don't have a market."
He doesn't look like he has much meat on him, but he eats crystal meat all year round, so it's easy to create the illusion that he's full of blood and super fresh. A Sang is confident that he can definitely catch a big fish for his father!
"Such a tender child!"
A fat man in silk satin, standing among the countless stalls, took a liking to the straw boy. He wore a small black hat, and the golden silk was embroidered with dense copper coins, like countless eyes.
A Sang's expression changed in an instant, and he looked at Wen Shi with his watery eyes: "No, don't sell me."
Wen Shi squatted down and hugged him, pretending to be forced to do so. In a voice that only the two of them could hear, he said privately, "Pretending not to sell can raise the price, but you're about to rob him of his wallet. There's no need for that."
A Sang opened his mouth and said, "That makes so much sense!"
When he stood up again, Wen Shi said coldly, "Five hundred."
The fat man rolled his eyes and said, "Okay."
Wen Shi pushed Ah Sang forward and said, "Deal."
Having gotten a great bargain, the fat man took a sniff and confirmed that the child was covered in the smell of human flesh. He no longer had any doubts, paid the money and left with A Sang.
Wen Shi looked at the banknote in his hand. It was slightly different from the one given by the host. The pattern in the upper right corner did not have that grainy feeling.
He sneered, "Counterfeit money."
But it doesn't matter, just consider it as the fat man's life-saving money.
Wen Shi gestured towards the corner, and a thin black figure disappeared around the corner. He then tore up the counterfeit money and said, "Let's go and help you complete the rest of the transaction."
Liu Yun: "Not waiting for the reunion?"
Wen Shi waved his hand to indicate that it was okay, as A Sang had a communication tool on him and they could keep in touch at any time.
Besides, he had just sent wandering corpses to follow him. It is better to be safe than sorry. Only with the wandering corpses protecting him in secret could Wen Shi be completely relieved.
Before they set off, the deformed man whispered, "It's not like counterfeit money can't be used."
He was still feeling sorry for the counterfeit money that the other party had torn up.
"Let's resist counterfeit currency, starting with me." Wen Shi said with a serious face.
The deformed man looked at Liu Yun and Ji Yuanzhi with an indescribable look.
Liu Yun spoke frankly: "It would take more than 40 minutes to describe all the good things he did."
"…"
Before leaving, Ji Yuanzhi looked at the girl who had lost her wheelchair. The girl waved her hands vigorously and said, "Don't worry about me."
She would rather crawl out than hang out with this group of people anymore.
Ji Yuanzhi did not force her this time and respected her idea.
The other side.
Having almost gotten a child for free, the fat man happily left with Ah Sang. However, happiness turned to sorrow, as he was soon spotted by some malicious eyes, who were quietly following him.
The fat man dressed like a local rich man so as not to arouse suspicion when using counterfeit money, but correspondingly, it would be easy to get into other troubles.
He turned and walked into the dark alley, knowing he had been robbed. Anyone daring enough to rob someone in the ghost market was truly skilled. The fat man made a quick decision: "How about we all share the child and eat him, then go our separate ways?"
The people who followed him discussed it briefly and didn't want to fight, "Okay, but the upper body belongs to us."
Everything else was easy to deal with. The fat man loved to eat brain marrow the most. Just as he was about to bargain again, he suddenly noticed out of the corner of his eye that the child was missing.
Where are the people?
The fat man and the robber looked around.
"here."
Asang answered the other party's doubts considerately. He climbed up the wall at some point, and while speaking, he jumped hard and smashed the bowl down vertically.
The child's movements were as fast as lightning, and not only could the human eye but also the ghost eye not catch them. With a "pop", the fat man's head was cut open on the spot, and blood and brain juice splattered everywhere, splashing even onto the camera that was following closely to take a secret photo. The cameraman's legs went weak and he almost fell to his knees.
The robbery group tried to run away.
When it comes to speed, A Sang has never lost. Boom, bang, bang... The small group didn't even have time to scream. Their cries were stuck in their throats, and their heads were smashed open in an instant.
This time, A Sang smashed the object very carefully. Except for missing the fat man, he made sure that only the top of his head was broken.
A Sang suddenly looked towards the corner.
A thin figure slowly emerged from the shadows. It was a wandering corpse.
"Together." Ah Sang's perception was extremely sharp. He had sensed the breath of the wandering corpse early in the morning and beckoned him over: "Your nails are long. I will smash your internal organs and force them out of your skull first, and you can do the secondary cleaning."
The fat man is a corpse monster, belonging to the level of an ordinary evil creature, and his organs are relatively intact.
The zombie walked over sluggishly. He liked to do delicate things, such as playing the piano. He was not good at it, but his hands were steady.
In the dim alley, the little zombie balls and the brain-sucking zombies divided the work and cooperated perfectly.
On the way, Ah Sang quickly climbed up the mulberry tree behind the wall, picked a few fresh leaves, and then squeezed the crystal in his hand hard. The solid crystal instantly turned into powder. The green leaves wrapped around the powder. After Ah Sang was sure it was wrapped well, he waved his arm at the wandering corpse, signaling him to lower his head: "Ah——"
The wandering corpse, which always obeyed Wen Shi's orders, somehow obeyed A Sang's request and opened its mouth.
Ah Sang fed him piece after piece with his own hands, and never forgot to instill his own theory: "Save every grain of food."
Last night, A Sang thought for a long time and finally realized something: he couldn't eat if he hadn't digested the food, but he could feed others.
After a busy half-hour, A'sang and Youshi left the dark alley with only the stench of blood. Youshi was holding five relatively intact human skins in his hands. In the jargon of the ghost market, these were called "corpse shells".
The two of them, one large and one small, attracted a lot of attention. Ah Sang looked weak and harmless, but the long, sharp nails of the wandering corpse made it clear that he was not a serious person. Just as Ah Sang was about to contact Wen, the wandering corpse pointed in a direction.
The crowd was surging. Not far ahead, Wen Shi and Ji Yuanzhi pretended to be calm and followed a customer.
Ji Yuanzhi is very good at judging people, which is related to his mysterious second skill. He accurately picked out the relatively weak visitors to the Ghost Market.
Liu Yun and the paired guest were at a distance from them, responsible for observing the surroundings.
The deformed man had never seen much of the world and asked, "Are you going to rob me?"
No one answered him.
Ji Yuanzhi thought Wen Shi was also thinking of this, so he reminded him, "This guy doesn't look rich."
Wen Shi taught him, "We are here to sell things reasonably. How can we expect to get something for nothing?"
Ji Yuanzhi glanced at the wheelchair he was pushing and sighed that he had understood in just 0.001 seconds: "You want to..."
Wen Shi nodded heavily: "If we want to create a market for wheelchairs, we must first create demand."
He raised an eyebrow and said, "Go ahead, Dad."
"…"
The visitor to the ghost market who was targeted by them had his face covered with granulations and his belt was made of a string of skulls. He was just short of saying, "I'm a ghost, don't mess with me."
This kind of bluffing monster is the easiest to deal with. Ji Yuanzhi activated the [Hallucination] skill, and the attention of people within a ten-meter radius was focused on an inconspicuous corner. There used to be a garbage basket there, but in their eyes, it seemed to contain some glittering treasure.
When Ji Yuanzhi locked on his target, he not only avoided his teammates, but also avoided his paired guests in order to save points.
"Hurry." Wen Shi shouted and winked at Liu Yun behind him.
The body was faster than the mind. Liu Yun pulled out the long whip and swept it steadily, accurately and fiercely. The silver whip cracked the monster's kneecap. At the same time, Wen Shi and Ji Yuanzhi pushed the wheelchair and ran to the next intersection like the wind to sell things.
Seeing this, Liu Yun quickly hid aside.
The illusion faded, and the monster first looked dazed, then its legs went limp and it fell to the ground.
After struggling to get up, he saw the whip marks on his knees and glanced around angrily: Who the hell dared to attack me?!
The monster gritted his teeth and walked to the next intersection. He found a stall selling wheelchairs and bought one without hesitation.
It's no wonder he didn't think much about it. Who would have thought that someone would break a customer's legs in order to sell a wheelchair in a ghost market?
A Sang was ten meters away from them, unaffected by the illusion. There were so many people that he even climbed a high pole to see the entire scene.
"I got it, I got it." A Sang looked at Wen Shi with admiration.
Dad is indeed the best.
Ah Sang couldn't wait to reunite with Youshi and Wen Shi, and said, "Dad, I want to sell crutches too."
He pointed to the crutch made of the corpse monster's leg bones in his hand.
A woman passing by suddenly stretched her neck over from a few meters away and asked: "How much are you selling this for?"
The horrifying shape didn't scare the zombie at all. He didn't quite understand, because he was holding the corpse in his hand and stretched out a finger.
"Five for a hundred, not bad."
The zombie stood there stiffly, with that finger still extended.
The woman chuckled and said, "You want to sell a few broken shells for a thousand? Get lost."
The zombie had no other emotions. Seeing that he had no intention of lowering the price, the woman said, "One thousand is one thousand."
The gates of hell are about to open, and her old enemy might come out, so he needs a few shells to disguise himself.
A Sang pointed at Wen Shi and said, "Give him the money."
The woman was quite honest and gave real money. She left immediately after the payment and goods were settled.
Ah Sang looked at You Shi seriously and said, "So you are the best businessman in our family."
The zombie nodded slowly.
Wen Shi hadn't paid much attention to the zombie before, but now he noticed that not only had his hair grown longer, but his skin had also darkened. The ghost market was full of filth, so he wondered if he had been tricked. Wen Shi immediately opened the properties panel to check:
[Variety: Corpse
Current rank: Low-level monster
Rationality: 6
Loyalty: 6
IQ: 82
Also, your zombie has an unspeakable secret.]
Upgraded? All aspects of the stats have increased.
Wen Shi was surprised and said, "Don't they say that becoming bald will make you stronger? How come your hair is even more abundant?"
The zombie didn't answer.
Wen Shi looked at A Sang, who said, "I fed him, but he looked a little strange."
A Sang frowned, a rare occurrence: "He eats more than I thought."
This crystal is difficult to absorb. An ordinary monster can only eat two or three. A zombie ate the fifth one before shaking its head to indicate that it was full.
Wen Shi whispered about the mutant pomegranate flower and said, "He might still be pregnant..."
Before he could finish his words, he watched his loyalty level drop to 5.5.
Wen Shi: "…"
Blame me for being mean.
The wandering corpse suddenly spoke the first words of the day: "Sleep."
He needs to take a short hibernation.
The zombie was also a vengeful person. Wen Shi was worried that his loyalty would continue to drop if he continued to deal with him, so he decisively responded to the other party's request to reclaim the corpse.
A Sang, who was standing by, felt a chill in his chest for a moment. He lowered his head and found that the big eyes were looking thoughtfully at the place where the zombie disappeared. After a while, the thoughtful emotion in the eyes faded away, and became a little more confused, as if he had lost his memory in the middle of the process, and became a different person.
...are all weird.
Ah Sang shook his head and handed the fat man's purse to Wen Shi. Wen Shi checked it and found that there was no real money in it. He cursed the fat man for being stingy and said, "Finish the task first."
There is no open space in the ghost market now, and the few people finally found a corner with great difficulty.
Wen Shi used five banknotes to buy an old pot and water. A Sang threw the bones in and prepared to stew them first. He would sell the bone soup and then the crutches.
Ji Yuanzhi glanced at Wen Shi: "Water is included in [food]."
The implication is that there is no need to sell soup anymore.
Wen Shi pulled him aside and whispered, "Children all like to play house. We must let them have a complete childhood."
"…"
Ji Yuanzhi turned his head speechlessly and suddenly said "Huh".
Wen Shi followed the sound and saw a terrifying man chained up in the stall across from him. His cheeks were covered in tiny chicken feathers, and his clothes were torn on his back, revealing a pair of fleshy wings. The stall owner had grabbed the man's neck and was carrying him to a large scale to be weighed.
The man struggled hard, and when he saw Wen Shi, his eyes almost popped out, but he could only make a "glug" sound from his throat.
"Looks a little familiar." Wen Shi touched his chin.
Ji Yuanzhi said: "That's a harsh statement."
No one knows how the rules of death will come about. Yan Yan gave a standard demonstration that what you buy will become what you buy.
Wen Shi actually had a cold personality. After taking a few glances, he felt bored and looked up at the sky, ignoring Yan Yan's miserable condition.
A Sang also watched and saw nothing special except the thick clouds.
"Is the flow of time in this ghost market the same as in the outside world?" Wen Shi suddenly asked a question.
The sun was invisible, and according to his observation, no one around him wore a watch. The ghost market had everything except clocks. When Ah Sang had gone to see Fatty off, Wen Shi had inquired at a stall, but the owner had told him to give up, saying the ghost market never sold hourglasses or clocks.
Wen Shi would suspect that there was a time difference, simply because he had been tricked by the game too much. The task requirements mentioned that a few words should be completed as soon as possible, so he had to think more about it.
Ji Yuanzhi thought for a moment and said with a serious expression, "Speed up."
No longer obsessed with setting up stalls, they also began to take the initiative to buy items.
Most of the products are related to animals. Even the handle of an old bicycle is carved with animal patterns. If you don't know in advance to avoid livestock-related items, you will definitely step on a landmine.
Wen Shi was wandering around, hoping to find something valuable to bring out of the dungeon. He randomly picked up a bronze cup and tried to use the game's identification system to see if it was an item. He only got the "Yin Qi Entering the Body" message. After three attempts, Wen Shi lost interest, realizing there was no bargain to be had.
The remaining money was not to be wasted, so Wen Shi called out to the misfits who were following him curiously.
"Tell me about Fengguan Village, especially about the Mid-Autumn Festival. If you can satisfy me, the money will be yours."
The matchmaking guests chatted at once. The information the NPCs could reveal was based on the clues the players currently had, which was very limited. Few of them hit the point, but they could still summarize a few points:
First, the average life expectancy in Fengguan Village is not long. Every year, young people leave their hometown and trick strangers into coming for tourism, borrowing their lifespan from the living. Second, while borrowing their lifespan, the dead also want to find a scapegoat. It is said that with a scapegoat, they can wander around.
The last and most important point is that the Ghost Gate has actually been opened, but the opening is very small now. It will be completely open between 1 and 2 a.m., which is the most dangerous time period.
"Ordinary monsters are not qualified to enter the Ghost Gate. I heard that there is another world behind the gate, which is more suitable for ghosts to survive. Usually they only come out during the 15th day of the seventh lunar month to hunt in the wild and find living people to eat." The deformed man looked longingly, "If I can find a scapegoat, I can also go to the Ghost Gate."
While shopping and chatting, Wen Shi received a notification sound indicating that the task was completed.
"Sponsor, go sell the livestock clues to other players using points, and we'll split the profits between the three of us." Wen Shi pondered, "Remember to make them sign an agreement prohibiting resale. The buyer of the contracted items will pay for it, so we can sell it once more."
Players will be very cautious in the early stages, but will gradually become anxious as time goes by. If you choose to reveal clues at this time, you will definitely be able to sell them at a good price.
Ji Yuanzhi suddenly felt that compared to Wen Shi, he was not a capitalist.
Liu Yun: "I don't want my share."
She didn't do much either.
Wen Shi said, "You guys are welcome to do whatever you want. I'm going to play house with my son first. He never played it when he was a kid."
This simple sentence immediately reminded Ji Yuanzhi of Wen Shi's miserable childhood. He added one more thing to his previous conclusion: No one is born a capitalist. It's because he suffered too much in his childhood.
Besides, parents are role models for their children. Pei Hongxin is a ruthless person, and Pei Wenwei has been around him for several years, so he must have been influenced. He insists on not using counterfeit money, which shows that his values are very positive.
As time goes by, the number of customers in the ghost market increases instead of decreases.
Wen Shi's parent-child activity ended after hearing the transfer prompt, and he decisively packed up and left.
When I reached the exit of the market, the sky darkened almost instantly.
"Sure enough, they're playing with the time difference."
Not long after spending time in the ghost market, it was already dark outside.
Wen Shi was the first to come out. Ah Sang was still surprised: "Dad, it's dark."
Wen Shi looked out into the distance, where fog and gloomy sky intertwined. The host and the TV crew were setting up a stage. Above the stage, a white banner fluttered in the chilly breeze, with the words "Martial Arts Competition to Seek a Marriage" written in a flamboyant style. The stage was built high, the wood having been brought in from the mountains.
During the market segment, the host didn't even interview the guests, and all his energy was put into preparing for the martial arts competition to win the bride.
Wen Shi frowned and walked over quickly: "The arena is set up outside the Ghost Market?"
"right."
The host took great pains to complete the program. The agreement required that it only last until midnight, as the Ghost Gate would not be open wide at that time and only a few ghosts could come out. Setting it up here could also attract visitors to the Ghost Market and further increase the popularity of the program.
Noticing a hint of disappointment in Wen Shi's expression, the host became even more proud.
Wen Shi was indeed disappointed. He would certainly prefer the venue to be in Fengguan Village. It would be best if the earl went crazy and destroyed the village along with it.
It was already past eleven o'clock when the last player came out of the ghost market. He had no time to marvel at the change in the weather. When he saw the stage for the martial arts competition to win a bride, he was shocked.
A row of red lanterns were hung, flickering a faint red light in the darkness, and the square platform looked extremely strange.
The host got a gong from somewhere and struck it hard. The sound waves spread further through the microphone and shook the ghost market.
"The 'Crazy Love Season' production crew is passing by this precious place. At the request of our special guest, Mr. Aaron, we're hosting a martial arts competition to find a bride for him—"
The host was in no hurry to start, as the later it was, the more important the event would be.
The sound came into the ghost market intermittently.
When the vendors at the market entrance heard that someone was holding a martial arts competition to find a bride, they told the story as a joke. Word spread quickly, and in a short time, many people came out to watch the fun.
The night tore off their last fig leaf, revealing their true faces.
The one with three ears, the one with a bull face, the one holding a trident... and the bloody, skinless, barefoot monster nearby, all surrounded the arena with strange smiles, whispering and gossiping to each other.
As an elite player, Zhou Lulu is considered to be quite powerful among this group of players, and she couldn't help but shiver.
"Who is seeking a bride?"
A bald man with a large string of beads hanging on his chest asked with a smile like Maitreya Buddha.
The host introduced the station's programs again. As a subscription-based variety show, "Crazy Love Season" must continuously attract customers: "Welcome everyone to subscribe to our show!"
After saying that, he looked at Wen Shi and said, "This is him, Mr. Aaron, sincerely seeking a partner."
There are a bunch of weird monsters around, and the players try to get closer to the program crew.
Compared to the visitors to the ghost market, the program crew seemed much friendlier.
When they gathered together, Wen Shi had no choice. He let go of A Sang's hand and told him to follow Ji Yuanzhi first, while he walked towards the platform in silence.
As the fishy red lantern shone, when Wen Shi stood on the high platform, his pale pupils began to glow with a strange red light.
The wind was blowing hard and the fog was gradually turning red. After a while, the moon appeared. In the previous two days, there was only a blood-red full moon. Tonight, the red light completely swallowed up the other lights on the surface of the moon. The blood moon was in the sky and the ground was loose. It seemed that an earthquake had occurred in a far distance.
Bang!
Despite being separated by an unknown distance, the loud noise, weakened by layers of air, still made people tremble in their hearts. The noise was even louder than when Wen Shi used the sword dance.
"The gates of hell are open." The bald man looked into the distance.
Sometimes they would have disputes with things coming out of the Ghost Gate, and would avoid them if possible for safety reasons, but it was only midnight now, and the things that would scare visitors to the Ghost Market would only appear after 1 a.m.
You can also read some gossip for a while.
The visitors to the ghost market showed no intention of moving away, but instead gathered in larger and larger numbers.
A foul-smelling gust of wind blew by, and a woman appeared on the ring with only half of her face painted with makeup, and the other half was covered with bones.
The host excitedly introduced: "This is our program team's loyal fan - Sihei Dada, who was once invited to participate in the anniversary celebration."
Before the words fell, the player suddenly felt a terrifying chill crawling up his spine.
"Ah, another audience member of our show!" These audience members had received special information before coming. They were considered to be participating in the recording and needed to follow the prescribed procedures.
"I'll go first." The new audience member No. 2 asked the woman on the stage to come down.
"You can do it together!" the host said with a playful smile. "Mr. Aaron's agreement with us doesn't specify how many people can be beaten at once."
The visitors to the Ghost Market became even more interested when they saw this. The person seeking a wife was definitely a human being. They didn't know how he had offended the creatures on the Ghost Gate. They could all imagine the scene of him being skinned and dismembered later.
Wen Shiwei lowered his head, not accusing the production team of being shameless, and said slowly: "Then wait a little longer, until midnight, and then we can go on stage together."
In just one minute, seven or eight more ghosts appeared on the stage, and a few visitors to the ghost market also came up to join in the fun.
I haven't eaten a living person for a long time. There is no reason to miss it since it is ready.
It was almost midnight when the host picked up the gong again, ready to announce the start of the first ring match.
The number of viewers at this moment has broken the record in the program's history, and his eyes are now shining with excitement!
In the last ten seconds, a large group of ghosts are coming in the distance!
Liu Yun was so nervous that her nails were about to dig into her flesh. "Is Pei Wenwei okay?"
There are ghosts everywhere, and even the sword with terrifying power at the wedding may not be able to sweep away all of them.
Ji Yuanzhi: "I think we are the ones in trouble."
There will definitely be a big commotion soon. Since ancient times, when the city gate catches fire, the innocent people are the ones who suffer; when gods fight, the mortals are the ones who suffer.
Wen Shi adjusted his breathing gently. The program team was here, and the players definitely couldn't leave without a reason. Only when the program team started running would everyone have a legitimate reason to follow.
Crazy, murderous gazes were fixed on him, and the first wave of audience members couldn't wait!
The host raised his arm and the gong hammer was about to strike.
Under the bloody moon, the system's voice was as cold as ever:
"Should we use the family crest?"
Wen Shi no longer hesitated, "Yes."
As a word fell, ripples appeared in the air. This was an illusion caused by the distortion of the entire space. A vortex appeared in the center of the ripples, and the platform under the feet shook violently. The onlookers ignored the inconspicuous vortex.
Everyone thinks that this earthquake is related to the opening of the Ghost Gate. Several earthquakes will occur on the 15th day of July.
However, the next moment, the world seemed to tremble and collapse for a moment!
Wen Shi suddenly jumped off the platform.
The host and the challenger did not try to stop him. The other party looked terrified and it was obvious that he wanted to escape. Catching a turtle in a jar has always been the favorite game of ghosts.
"Run!" Wen Shi shouted at the top of his lungs.
Thinking that this show might be doomed, Wen Shi, still with a conscience, tugged hard at the host's tie and said, "Run!"
The host was about to present the agreement and explain the penalty for running away during the martial arts competition when he was accidentally pulled, his foot slipped, and his gaze inadvertently glanced behind him. It's no exaggeration to say that the host's pupils instantly trembled as wildly as the ground.
On the platform, a man appeared where Wen Shi was originally.
People come to the ghost market wearing all kinds of clothes, but this person is still unique. He is wearing a gorgeous long nightgown. Under the open collar, there is a graceful neck, and one-third of his marble-like chest muscles are exposed. He holds a scepter in his hand. The cuff of his left hand is inlaid with gold thread and gems, which makes him look noble and luxurious.
These weren't the main points; the main point was that the aura he exuded was already above that of an evil spirit. Although it was far from a true spirit, it was already a rare and terrifying existence.
The pale man stood there, with blood in the depths of his heterochromatic eyes. He gave people only one feeling: a madman, a truly powerful madman.
Wen Shi had already run 500 meters. The stimulation of the fishy wind was too great, and he almost burst into tears: "Speed up——"
He urged his friends around him.
If he doesn't run, he will definitely die miserably. The use of the [Family Badge] says that he can summon the Earl to take action once at night, but after going through the castle copy, Wen Shi knows that this guy hates going out at night the most; coupled with the butterfly effect, the castle owner's mental state is even worse.
With the double buffs stacked up, it will definitely be a killing spree!
"How fast should we run..." someone asked breathlessly.
Even from a distance, one could sense the murderous intent behind them. Wen Shi's smile was uglier than crying: "Leave the program team behind by 300 meters first."
Anyway, you can't be the last one, whoever is the last one will be reincarnated!