A cute little girl with delicate appearance walked angrily with her head down. Her shoes seemed to want to trample a hole in the cement road. Her chubby little hands twisted the mineral water bottle in her hands into a twist.

At this moment, she noticed Ning Que standing next to her. A smile broke out on his round face. He took a few steps back, threw the water bottle over, and then exerted force with his two short legs, trying to run away.

Her two little legs were flapping in the air, and Ning Que was holding her up. "Huh? Naughty kid!"

The little girl said in a baby voice, "Bitch, let me go, there is no such thing as a naughty child, I am so cute."

Oh, I want to throw you in the trash.

Ning Que heard there was a trash can at the previous intersection not far away, so he carried the little girl over there. However, an obstacle appeared on the way - an old man who was in very good health.

The classic old man with a ramen hairstyle, wearing a flowery dress and holding a broom, rushed towards Ning Que with full energy, "Which little bitch touched my sweet granddaughter!" Then

Ning Que quickly stuffed the little girl into the trash can, closed the lid tightly, stepped forward, grabbed the old lady, and threw her in with a clang.

Suddenly, a voice rang out in the air, "You can't kill."

The originally white smoke, which was like gauze, slowly gathered together, and bright red blood began to seep out from the bottom, drop by drop, and the air was filled with the sweet and fishy smell of blood.

Honghong couldn't hold back any longer, and her whole body became hot. When Ning Que wanted to take it back quickly, she suddenly melted into the air.

The wrist was empty, with only a slightly white mark due to wearing a red bag for a long time and not being exposed to the sun.

"Honghong!!", these words seemed to be roared out from Ning Que's lungs, carrying with them panic and helplessness that surged like a tide.

The smoke corroded her flesh as his hand passed through it. The blood on his hand slowly dripped onto the ground, seeped into her skin, and then disappeared.

"Honghong!" Her voice was filled with tears and a hint of grievance, "Honghong!"

Ning Que's entire hand revealed layers of flesh and blood, and drops of blood began to drip from her fingertips, slowly and very quickly, but she continued to grope in the red mist, as if she could not feel the pain.

Veins bulged on his body, his eye sockets burst, and his whole body looked as if he had been through boiling water. Scales appeared on his body, white scales with red edges, so thick that they seemed to be dripping with blood.

Dense figures slowly emerged from the fog, surrounding her in a circle. In the middle was the eye of the typhoon. The surrounding waves were surging, but inside there was an uneasy calm.

A figure emerged, its outline becoming clearer and clearer.

There were countless people and ghosts, all of whom Ning Que had killed in various copies. The leader was Honghong in red, and next to her was the old woman from the village, and all kinds of people.

Ning Que felt at ease, his blood boiling. He held the hammer and kitchen knife in his hands, and

Zi was speechless. "Since I can kill you the first time, I can kill you the second time."

The red mist slowly dissipated, revealing the people, but it formed a circle outside, and the inside was like the Roman Colosseum, where fighting was allowed to take place.

Unexpectedly, the first person to come up was the village grandmother, her face covered in layers of skin, as she led her mentally retarded son forward step by step. Behind them followed a group of people, some of whom Ning Que didn't even remember existing.

Honghong leaned on the red mist, swaying back and forth, watching the massacre in front of her.

There was a faint smell of blood in the air. There were few good pieces of meat left on Ning Que's body. This was a rare Waterloo.

The ground was littered with broken limbs and arms, and the gray-green pieces of flesh blurred the boundaries of the red fog.

Suddenly, one of the arms shook, and the mist was absorbed along the incision, and granulation tissue slowly grew on the broken arm.

With a snap, the arm was cut in half again by Ning Que, but the pieces of flesh on the ground absorbed the mist and grew granulations together, making a rustling sound.

She shook her head, getting rid of the double image in front of her eyes, raised her head and laughed, took out a bucket of oil, cut a hole in it with a knife, and poured the oil directly into the bucket.

A transparent mucous membrane formed between the flesh, and the granulation tissue was coated with a layer of oil and kept wriggling. The fire started, and the stick slid across the red phosphorus paper, igniting a red flame.

The flames fell to the ground and instantly bloomed into a field of gorgeous flowers, as red as the sun, making her face red, and flames seemed to be flowing faintly under her skin.

The schoolgirl in red walked through the flames and stretched out her hand.

Ning Que muttered, "Honghong." Then he closed his eyes and fell to the ground.

The red mist slowly condensed into a red rope, with the small cube at the bottom still hanging on top. The red-clothed schoolgirl looked at the fallen Ning Que, sighed, and then turned into a puff of smoke and slipped into the small box.

"Shh, it hurts!" When Ning Que woke up again, he covered his hand and found himself lying in his room. There were no scars on his body, but he still felt exhausted deep down.

She looked at the red rope still wrapped around her hand and breathed a sigh of relief. When her hand touched the red rope with rough texture, she suddenly remembered Yuan Quan who was still in the basement and the children in the room who had not been dealt with yet.

My head hurts!

She was about to get up when Sister Hu, who was sitting next to her, slapped her back and said, "You should rest for a while! You came here covered in blood. If you hadn't come here in vain, we wouldn't have known you were in this condition."

"If you can't recover, we'll have to consider burying you," Sister Hu added, scaring her.

"I'll go cook you something to eat first." Then the sounds of ding-dong-dong and clang-clang were heard in the kitchen.

The phone vibrated, and a red dot appeared on the amusement park software. Ning Que went in to take a look, and found that the entire amusement park layout had changed.

The boyfriend on the phone and the village that sells the little girl have the highest degree of completion, and the status shown above is that they can be opened.

The Folk Museum shows that it is 75% complete, and the other small squares are all foggy.

The layout of the village on the phone is located at the entrance of the woods next to the playground, and the boyfriend's teaching building on the phone is next to the Feixiaoyun car.

When she kept her finger here for too long, a small box suddenly popped up, [Do you want to install?]

Ning Que was so frightened that he quickly canceled it, otherwise he was afraid that others would see the majestic and mysterious sight of a towering building rising from the ground.

Then another box popped up [You can get 1000 points by installing a scene]

Install it, why not install it? 1000 points, scare them to death, let them witness the miracle of the project.

Just kidding. Ning Que thought about it and decided to discuss it with Sister Hu and the others. It would be best if the amusement park temporarily stopped operating for a few days.

She hadn't looked at the points she had accumulated for a long time. There were only a few red dots under the number of contacts, all of which were debt collectors.

In the personal income column it clearly says 30,000 points.

Even though she had suddenly become rich, she, who was originally poor, subconsciously wiped her eyes.

She immediately put on her slippers and lowered her voice, "Sister, do you have any liquid money here?"

Sister Hu scooped half a spoonful of salt into the pot. "Also, if you don't have any income, you won't have to worry about making enough money for the month. What's wrong? Do you need money? The money is all in your bank card, just go and withdraw it yourself."

"No, no." Ning Que used one click to pay off his debt with his own money, and the balance was reset to zero, but he had only completed a small part of the long journey.

Debt: 438,400,000 points

Ahhhhhhhh, Ning Que lay on the bed, holding up his phone and looking at the string of numbers in his hand, wanting to change "debt" to "income".

The road ahead is long and arduous, and it will take a long time for Ning Que to pay back the money.

No, I have to see if there are any more quests. Ning Que turned over and looked at the "Available Quests" that showed [Re-enter a copy that has not reached 100% completion to gain the opportunity to open a new scene.]

Take it, take it! Doesn’t it smell good?

Forget it, let me rest for a while first.

The phone dinged again. Comrade Haohao sent a text message, "Sister, are you finished with the dungeon?"

"it's over."

"Then let's get together! Hu Fenfeng, Hu Yuanshan, and a few other players are here. Sis, come out and expand your circle of friends!"

There are only these three people I am familiar with, and a little butterfly. I don’t know how it was possessed, but after being stabbed, it has no desire to make friends.

But for some reason, Ning Que replied in a possessed manner, "Then come over tomorrow afternoon. I have something important to tell you. Just the three of you."

That day, Ning Que decided to lie down at the door of his own playground with the two Hu brothers and Feng Hao, looking at the sculptures that were emitting a faint golden light in the afternoon. He felt a little strange because he remembered that it was not like this when he moved here before.

He put down the green tea in his hand and touched his fingers. No gold dust appeared on them. "Hey, brother, why are you developing in the direction of 18 Bronze Arhats?"

The tourist who was chatting with her nearby laughed and said, "Boss, maybe they want to cultivate immortality. Why don't you buy a few more? Make it 18."

A young lady came over and said, "Boss, which factory did you get these made to order? I want one too."

Ning Que smiled and waved his hands, "Hahaha, I won't tell you, I got it from a friend."

How is that possible? You have to be able to enter the place where it is made to order!

The young lady was still a little unwilling to give up. She acted like Xizi holding her heart and said coquettishly, "Boss, look, I've already bought your annual pass. Can you give me a small gift?"

Fortunately, the three of them arrived at this time. Ning Que said goodbye to the tourists who had gathered around him. "I will take your suggestions into consideration. For the latest news, I hope you will pay more attention to our official website."

Then he pulled them in, and the gold on the sculpture, whose eyes were still rolling around, became more and more dazzling.

Feng Hao waited until they reached Ning Que's room before speaking, "Sister, isn't that sculpture you placed by the door from that museum?"

"Yeah! I didn't expect you could recognize it." Ning Que took out three bottles of drinks from his small kitchen and threw them over.

Feng Hao looked at the sculpture of you that was over two meters tall at the door and felt a little amused. But he had given them something that had given them a headache for a while, but in the end he ended up being the gatekeeper here.

Suddenly he seemed to remember something, "Sister, but I don't think I saw you in that copy."

She waved her hand. "But I saw you. Ah, don't think too much. It's all in the past."

Hu Fenfeng still sat there expressionlessly. When Hu Yuanshan and Ning Que had finished chatting, Fenfeng asked a pointed question, "Then why did you tell us?"

The originally happy and peaceful atmosphere was instantly interrupted. Everyone kept silent and turned their eyes to her.

Fortunately, she reacted quickly and crossed her right leg over her left leg. "Because I can't hide it from my parents anymore. They will definitely say that I'm doing this kind of thing and it's not affecting my main job. I hope my name can be registered with you. This is my side business, and we invested in it together."

This made sense, and the atmosphere became lively again. Ning Que took them for a spin on the gaming equipment and then sent them back.

But night has fallen, and the bright moonlight is shining on the entire playground, so why is the sculpture still shining?

Ning Que folded his legs and watched the ghosts in the amusement park make lotus shapes with their hands in the air, inhaling wisps of white smoke into his mouth and nose. He asked Sister Hu who was sitting next to him, "Sister, why are the sculptures at the door glowing? Did you paint them with something?"

Their ears were very sensitive, and they started shouting at the door, "No, it's because we are very popular with tourists, and then one day we started to shine brighter and brighter."

So in Ning Que's imagination, several human-shaped golden light bulbs became brighter and brighter, and finally turned into several small suns.

Brighter during the day and even brighter at night, saving on electricity bills.

For some reason, she shuddered at her own thoughts.

The female ghosts in the mirror house continued, "Isn't this normal? The more people you come into contact with and the more they like you, the more substantial changes you'll see."

After swallowing the last wisp of white smoke, Mo Ge said, "A Que, this is similar to the saying that sincerity can move mountains and break rocks. When we are loved more and more, one day we..."

Then his expression became increasingly empty, and he finally uttered, "Everything will be different. I will walk in the sun like real people."

After two days of retirement life, Ning Que wore the black clothes and occasionally went out for a walk, did some business, and scolded the sculpture cashiers who were slacking off. The group of children got along well with the staff of the Mirror House.

After much negotiation, the dilapidated amusement park officially closed for three days starting today.

The most comfortable time in summer is early morning and at night. In the morning, the woods are still covered with mist and the sun has not yet fully released its enthusiasm, which is the best time to start work.

Ning Que stood at the entrance of the village where girls were sold on his phone and clicked "Confirm to install".

There was no village falling from the sky with a bang, nor was there a village growing out of the ground like a bamboo joint breaking through the soil.

There was only one new banyan tree, and it looked the same as when Ning Que first saw it. Its lush leaves blocked out the sky, and "aerial roots" grew and hung down from the branches. There were many pieces of wood hanging between the branches.

Ning Que exerted force with his arms, tilted his body, and sat on the branch. He picked up a piece of wood and wrote each word with great force, as if pouring all his wishes into the piece of wood. "I hope we can all live peacefully and happily."

On the right, "Thanks to that group of tourists, they changed all our lives."

Various wooden sticks carrying good wishes, like the fruits of this banyan tree, witness the growth of this village.

But how do I get in?

Ning Que turned his head and saw the golden rapeseed flowers and a corner of brand new tiles covering the house through the gaps between the leaves.