The days of being a spiritual mentor in Meiman

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A sharp and piercing cry rang in his ears, and Mark sat up from the hospital bed with a chuckle. He took a deep breath and looked at the surrounding scene in a little confusion. Where is this?

He looked at the machine that made the sound, which was a heart rate monitor. Mark subconsciously reached out and touched his chest. His heart was still beating, and it was beating very steadily.

Looking around on the bed, Mark lifted the quilt and walked out of the hospital bed. He saw some papers on the wall at the door, writing some words such as the schedule of medication.

Just when Mark was trying to decipher some information from those words, his door was knocked suddenly, he stood up vigilantly, turned his head, and saw a person who looked exactly like him standing outside the door .

The man had a cold expression and said impatiently, What are you still doing here? Follow me!

Mark didn't understand what was going on, but the man rushed in, grabbed Mark's arm, and pulled him out. After being chased out of the door, Mark realized that he pushed the man away , and then put on a defensive posture, asking: Who are you?

The man turned around, looked Mark up and down, and said indifferently, I'm Jack, your other personality. When you're unconscious and unconscious, I'm the one who controls your body.

He answered so clearly that Mark froze, looked at himself, then at Jack, and said, So I really have multiple personality disorder?

But where is this place? How did we come here? What happened before?

Follow me. Jack walked to the other side of the corridor without looking back, explaining as he walked, Just now, I died.

Mark was shocked by his first words. Mark caught up with him, and asked as he walked, Dead? You mean this is hell??

Almost, they call it the underworld.

How is this possible, what are you kidding?!

But at this moment, they came to the end of the corridor, Jack pushed open the door at the end, and a huge monster with the head of a hippopotamus appeared outside the door.

Just as the hippopotamus was about to speak, Jack rushed ahead of her and said, I know, I'm dead now, this is Duarte of the underworld, and you are Tavoret, the patron saint of women and children, please let me go.

The hand of the hippopotamus greeting was frozen in mid-air, but at this moment, she suddenly exclaimed, and the scene was shattered in an instant, and Mark found that they were in a boat at this time, and there was another person on the boat. It was Schiller.

Schiller was lying on the side of the boat, trying to get something from the bottom of the boat. The hippo hurried over and grabbed him by the collar and pulled him up. The hippo said angrily, What are you doing! I told you, you can't hold your hand. Reach out!

Mark standing behind Jack asked suspiciously: Schiller? Wait, are you Schiller? Why are you so young?

The Schiller who appeared in front of Mark was still too young. He might not even be 20 years old. He was very different from the Schiller he had seen in reality, and his temperament was also very different.

At least for now, this Schiller, who was grabbed by the back collar of the big hippo, looks like a brat who doesn't abide by the safety regulations of boating.

Soon, Mark found that he was right in this view, because he heard the big hippo said in a sharp tone:

Thousands of years, I have received countless souls who want to go to the other side, and I have never seen anyone like you!

You don't want to stay in the spiritual world to dream your last sweet dream, you insisted on coming to the boat early, and then you used your broken umbrella to knock down the lamppost here, causing this place to almost catch fire!

I was busy picking up the other two people, and you actually wanted to jump into the river to fish for something! Are you crazy? How many times have I said this, this is the underworld! This boat is to take you to the other side, under the boat Don't touch anything, put your umbrella away!

Schiller stared at the hippopotamus, and the hippopotamus stared at Schiller. The two stared at each other for a long time. Schiller tilted his head, let out a chuck, and then put away the umbrella.

Hippo sighed heavily, then turned her head to look at Jack and Mark. She walked over and said, You two are twins, right? It's really strange, so many believers died at the same time today...

boom!

Hippo quickly turned her head and saw that Schiller used the umbrella like a bowling ball to knock the skull out of the boat. She snorted, walked to Schiller angrily, and brought him back.

She sighed deeply, put her hands on her hips, stared at Schiller, then stretched out a finger, pointed hard at her feet, and said, Stand here and don't move! I'm going to explain the rules to the newcomers!

After finishing speaking, she turned around slowly, and turned her head back with a whoosh. Seeing that Schiller hadn't moved, she turned her body back again, then turned around, pointed to her eyes with two fingers, and pointed Pointing to Schiller, meaning I'll keep an eye on you.

Seeing Schiller standing there honestly, Hippo breathed a sigh of relief. She went to Mark and Jack again and said, It seems that the gods you believe in have already explained to you what happens after you die...

As you all know, this is the underworld. All believers who believe in the gods of the Egyptian pantheon have the opportunity to be resurrected. You can understand it as a kind of welfare...

When our believers die, they will not die directly. Their souls will board this ship and be judged here. If they pass the trial, you can be resurrected, but if they fail...

The big hippo shrugged humanely, and pouted towards the sand sea full of skeletons outside the boat. Mark stared at the hippo with wide eyes and asked, Don't you want to say that if you fail the trial, you will be punished? Shall we throw it down??

Hippo nodded. At this time, she noticed that Mark's expression became a little panicked. She comforted: Don't worry, the probability of passing is still very high. I believe that you should have done nothing bad...

But suddenly, Hippo noticed that Mark's expression became more and more panicked, and his eyes were staring straight at her back. Hippo suddenly had a bad feeling.

She turned her head slowly, and then saw countless Schillers standing beside Schiller standing there.

Hippo put her face in her hands and let out a scream, she said, No! No! My God, what's going on? Where are you from? Get out of here...

Mark watched helplessly that the Schillers who appeared on the ship walked to various parts of the ship in an orderly manner. Two rows of Schillers came to the side of the boat to manipulate the oars, one Schiller walked to the rudder, and two rows of Schillers walked to the rudder. Le is pulling the mast, and another is standing on the bow to look out...

The god with the hippopotamus head scurry among these figures, trying to stop them, but she alone is too weak to stop Schiller on this side, and Schiller on the other side rushes over again. It's full of Schiller.

Mark was so shocked by this strange scene that he couldn't speak. In the end, he could only look at Jack and ask, What's going on here?

Before, this man named Schiller knocked you out and called me out. During the interval between us fighting side by side, he told me a plan. I thought it was very interesting, so I got involved.

Plan? What plan?

It's a bit complicated, let him tell you. Jack stepped aside, and behind him was Schiller in a white coat.

Hello, Mark, long time no see, I know, you have a lot of questions now, but we can talk slowly, because it may take a while for this ship to sail to the destination I want to go.

As Schiller finished speaking, Mark saw that under the control of many Schillers, the ship began to deviate from its original course, and even turned 180 degrees on the spot and started to drive back.

The hippopotamus sat on the ground and cried loudly. A Schiller fed her with grass in his hand. The hippopotamus ate while crying, and the big mouth was covered with a mixture of grass clippings and tears.

As the pope of the respected moon god Kongsu, I have listened carefully to his teachings. He once said that as a believer in the Egyptian god line, you can have the chance of resurrection.

The believers of the Egyptian gods will take a boat after death. On the boat, there will be a guide who will take out the heart of the believer and put it on a balance. This is this...

Schiller took a balance from another Schiller, and there was a feather on one end of the balance. Heavier than a feather, it means that this believer is a sinner, he will be thrown under the boat, and will be submerged and eaten by endless skeletons.

And if the heart is lighter than the feather, then in turn, they can go to the reed field and get a chance to be reborn.

Through some means, I know that death in this world is not as simple as it seems. There is a more advanced rule that shackles all creatures in the universe, making them all go to an end after death. I am curious about this rule of the gods, what is it that allows the Egyptian gods to break this rule and resurrect the dead?

I think you should have noticed that there are many interesting points in this process.

I make a hypothesis. If the Egyptian gods can really break the rules of death and directly resurrect the dead, why should they set up a process of boarding, sailing, and trial? Just resurrect people directly Yet?

So, I think the process of rowing and judging should be the key.

So you took this ship??? Mark asked loudly in disbelief, Are you crazy?! You... how could you...

Mark couldn't comment on this behavior, but Schiller didn't care about his attitude, but went on to say:

And another point that interests me even more is that, just like what you just experienced, before boarding the ship, you will first enter a spiritual world, that is to say, you will have a dream.

So... Schiller looked around the environment here, looked at the mysterious and constantly changing sky scene, and said, Is this really the underworld that exists in reality? Or...

Mark was horrified to see that when Schiller said this, all the Schillers turned their heads to look here.

Here is still a dream, but this ship, can carry our souls, from dream... to reality?

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