Joining the WTO

There is a saying that when a person dies, it is like a light going out. The dead have nothing to do with the living anymore.

But...Wu Ci thinks there is something wrong, a big problem.

He had felt somewhat falsely moved when he heard the Dog Emperor crying and throwing himself beside his corpse before he died. Just when he was thinking that the Dog Emperor seemed to have listened to his teachings reluctantly and there was still hope for salvation, he heard the sound of the Dog Emperor unbuttoning his belt after he died.

You're planning to have sex with him before he's completely cold, right?

This is simply outrageous...but considering the old emperor's lustful character, it even makes some sense.

He grabbed the contract certificate and forced back the part of his soul and consciousness that was about to be completely extracted. At the last second before being excluded from the long river of time, he mobilized the remaining demonic energy in his body and detonated the simulated corpse on the spot, turning the old emperor and the surrounding army, who had not yet had a chance to touch him, into a bloody mist.

In short, this file is absolutely not acceptable.

Take a break, take it easy and then open a new file... I think I can still hold on...

Unfortunately, the data I found showed that the current Dark Star is in the era of extinction of spirits, and no spiritual energy can be produced except for the spiritual masters and spiritual stones born 20 years ago.

The spiritual power generated by the spirit master and the spiritual power in the spirit stone can only work on heroic spirits and inanimate objects.

Therefore, the skills obtained from history or from heroes in this era cannot be used by anyone except the heroes to whom they belong. Otherwise, Wu Ci can still nourish the original body and raise it beyond the limitations of ordinary people. Don't cough up blood because of the simulator and endure the memory shock of several lifetimes and the soul in a short period of time.

Wu Ci weakly crawled back to his doghouse and lay down. He tried to call upon the "Heavenly Scripture" in his memory in disbelief, but found that it was of no use. He could only cover his eyes with his wrists.

After a pause, he suddenly realized something was wrong.

Didn't the black cat push the door before? Why is it so quiet now and there has been no movement for so long?

Wu Ci got up, listened carefully to the noise outside for a while, removed the red line at the door, and opened the bedroom door with a crack.

The black cat seemed very obedient and efficient, and everything he had asked for had been done.

All body parts were collected and tied up in opaque black plastic bags and placed at the door. The four mirrored walls were wiped clean, the kitchen residue was cleared, and the cupboards were filled with tableware that once belonged to the neighbor next door.

As for the black cat himself, who had taken off his apron, he looked extremely well-behaved in the newly renovated house. According to his original attire, he was only wearing a pair of low-waisted jeans, and he curled up in a ball in the corner of the living room with his head hanging down and fell asleep.

When the black cat sensed someone approaching, his eyes trembled slightly, and his subconscious body wanted to wake up reflexively. However, when he smelled the familiar scent of Wu Ci, he immediately relaxed, and with a smile on his face, he fell asleep again. He even slept even more soundly, and as he had said before, he entered a deep sleep and mumbled in his sleep: "Hehe... Brother A Ci, huh... It's great..."

Wu Ci took a step back with a serious look.

What did this perverted kid Black Cat dream about? Why did he mention him? Did he dream about cooking him and putting him on the table to cool down?

What a psycho!

He tugged at his collar angrily, and the cold air hitting his skin made him shiver and feel a little cold, so he quickly buttoned all the buttons.

The black cat had indeed not lied before, the temperature in the living room was very low.

Wu Ci already knew the cause of this problem when he searched for information online.

That is the "Sky Curtain Project" of the Sky Group.

Without the sun, the city can only rely on the spiritual technology's life-sustaining array for underground heating to maintain the living environment and temperature.

The old city is close to the slums, and the underground heating is definitely not as good as that in the upper city. People can be frozen to death at night.

For the lower class people, just being able to survive is enough. Those with money can install their own private heater or move to a better area of ​​​​the city.

But what's wrong with this crazy kid Black Cat? What's wrong with his little brain? He has time to kill people and hold illegal gatherings, but he doesn't have time to buy himself a blanket or clothes? He's not afraid of catching a cold... Is it a habit of the wilderness? Or is it another test?

If he takes action now, can he successfully kill the black cat?

Wu Ci pinched the pencil he was carrying close to his body, and finally followed his previous plan. For the sake of safety, he gave up this idea that would do him no good but only pleasure. He went back to the bedroom, took out the most respectable and thickest black sweater from the clothes in the closet, picked up the black cat that was still talking in his sleep, and put it on.

"Hoo, brother Aci is the best..." The half-drowsy black cat was covered with a sweater and happily took the opportunity to hug Wu Ci's waist and buried his pretty round face in Wu Ci's chest, leaving only his furry head and white neck that could be killed by a pencil.

The heat from the black cat's body was transmitted to the skin through the shirt. His breath felt slightly itchy through the thin fabric of the shirt, which made Wu Ci's stomach sour. His brain was filled with numerous resistance signals, and he only felt dangerous and disgusted.

A cannibal who had just eaten a human was hugging him coquettishly, burying his head in his chest. His breath seemed to smell like human flesh, which made him feel as if his whole body was covered in the steam of cooked human flesh. He wished he could take a bath and rub himself more than ten times.

Wu Ci tried hard to suppress his disgusted expression, raised his hand and rubbed the black cat's head, and finally pulled the black cat off himself and threw it back onto the sofa.

He locked the bedroom door again, pulled the red line, and said quickly, "Prepare for the third simulation and come in person."

[You have chosen "Descend in person". The simulation will temporarily consume all soul strength and throw you into the long river of time. You cannot "add souls" again during the simulation to provide special gains for the simulated identity, or directly consume all souls to "descend in person"]

[The difference between simulation time and real time is: 1 minute: 1 year (can be adjusted manually)]

[Your real body will lose soul control and enter a deep coma, please ensure your physical safety]

[The soul will return immediately after the simulation ends]

[Number of simulations remaining: 3]

【Do you want to start simulation? 】

"Start."

[This soul strength: 10/10]

【Simulation start】

[Holding a candle in the wind, wonderful to the extreme]

On the twenty-third day of the lunar month, a child with cyan eyes opened his eyes in the snow.

The biting cold surged through my skin into my entire body, leaving me weak and powerless, with a burning hunger in my stomach.

Wu Ci felt difficulty breathing, so he calmed his mind and immediately began to practice the "Heavenly Scripture" that he had compiled in the previous round.

In the Qian Dynasty when spiritual energy still existed, the "Heavenly Book" finally took effect.

The spiritual energy floating in the air and the souls of the dead that had not yet dissipated were swallowed by the invisible giant mouth above Wu Ci's head, and transformed into pure qi and blood energy that poured into his fragile body.

Snow as thick as goose feathers fell on his body and was melted by the rising blood energy.

"Husband... Boss! Brother Ci is alive! He is not dead!" The woman holding the baby turned back reluctantly to check his breathing as she had done in the previous two rounds. When she found that he was alive, she was delighted and tightly grasped Wu Ci's wrist with her skinny five fingers. The force was so great that it left a purple bruise on the wrist, as if she had grabbed some lost treasure.

The woman knelt on the ground regardless of the coldness of the snow, turned around and shouted to the skinny man who had walked a distance, "Boss! He is not dead, he can still live! Don't abandon him, he is your son... The journey to Nanzhou is long, wait until he recovers from the cold, and if he can't stand the journey, you can use him to exchange for other people's children! Otherwise, he will become food for demons and ghosts here, and he won't even be able to endure reincarnation!"

The skinny middle-aged man, who was once the father of Xiling County Magistrate, came back and looked at his resurrected son for a moment. After confirming that there was no sign of evil spirit possessing him, he carried his son and the luggage on his shoulders.

Wu Ci glanced at the skinny man who was carrying him on his back. Although his face was sunken due to hunger, he still looked elegant and refined. He kept his back straight even though he was carrying the man and a heavy object.

The county magistrate was already a very high-ranking official, yet he actually fled with his entire family and the hungry people after faking his death without even making any preparations. This proved that my father had not engaged in corruption during his tenure, nor had he bribed his superiors or flattered his colleagues to find other ways out.

As expected of him, he was once the governor of Xiling County. In another time, he would have been a famous official. It was probably because the world was too chaotic that he ended up like this... Wu Ci's deep and cold eyes stopped smiling and he continued to use the "Heavenly Scripture" to quickly repair his body.

The body had originally died of starvation and illness.

Because all of his soul was put into the descent of his true body, all of the gains that Wu Ci brought with him when he descended were integrated into this body and used to improve his heel bone and the original body's inherently damaged foundation. Nothing was wasted at all, and there would never be a situation like the previous round where the Taoist energy dissipated enough to enlighten the bird demon. Even the plague was cured at the same time.

He no longer has a cold.

This means that he could become food at any time, not only by his father who might have sold him out, but also by the hungry people who are eyeing his family covetously.

Wu Ci had no interest in being gutted, dismembered, and thrown into a pot to be stewed into soup like the black cat's ingredients.

And he must be able to take his family into the mountains as soon as possible.

Nowadays, the world is full of demons and ghosts, including the evil gods pardoned and ennobled by the imperial court.

According to the information obtained after traveling to Nanzhou in the previous week, this group of hungry people who went to Nanzhou disappeared mysteriously on the way. There were tens of millions of hungry people, and not a single one was left. Not even a piece of information was left, and no one knew when they disappeared.

This means that if he follows the established route of this group of hungry people, unexpected dangers may occur at any time along the way, causing the simulation to fail and a simulation opportunity to be wasted.

The simulation opportunities are limited, and in reality tomorrow is the deadline. The time is too short, and his body can only withstand one more simulation damage in a short period of time.

If this simulation fails and the next one fails as well, Wu Ci will immediately die suddenly due to fusing too many souls in a short period of time.

Who knows, the black cat outside the bedroom might even find him and chop him up, stew him, and drink three bowls of soup in tears.

This ending is a complete hellish joke, almost as funny as the simulated death in the previous round where the old emperor untied his belt and planned to shoot a few shots at his corpse while it was still hot.

That would be too disgraceful.

Wu Ci turned a deaf ear to what was happening around him, and lay on his father's back, closing his eyes and practicing.

After a long time, there seemed to be a commotion coming from the front.

"Boss, there's a handsome Taoist priest coming up ahead..." the mother, who was holding her younger sister, said hesitantly.

"It has nothing to do with us." The father said indifferently, "In the mountains and wilderness, there is a famine. The Taoists carry swords to save the people, but they themselves can't eat enough. Only the Buddhist monks in Tiande Temple who have uninterrupted incense are all white and fat. Where can such young and fair Taoists come from?

Moreover, Taoism was suppressed by Buddhism as evil, and the imperial court killed them on sight. There are not many real Taoists left. They might be demons or ghosts. Save your energy, stay out of trouble, and you can save your life."

Mother whispered, "But...the Taoist priest is coming towards us..."

Wu Ci, who was lying on his father's back, opened his eyes.

variable.

This situation did not occur in the first two simulations.

Is it not important at all, so the text in the first two simulations was not displayed, or is it a special variable that only appeared this time?

If it was a variable, he had only been here for a short time and had not done anything, so how could such a variable appear so quickly?

Wu Ci's cyan eyes directed his gaze in the direction from which the commotion came, and he saw a handsome young man about ten years old wearing a green Taoist robe, carrying a long sword and holding a metal compass engraved with 13 strange symbols on the directions, walking towards him from the crowd of hungry people who had spontaneously separated.

He knew this boy...Although he was younger than the one he knew before, Wu Ci would never make a mistake.

This is the Taoist Tianji whom he captured in the first round when he broke into the palace and in the second round in order to get the old emperor's help. He had seen him when he explored his consciousness into the long river of history.

The only remaining heir of Tianji Dao was fooled by Wu Ci in the previous round and betrayed the righteous path on the spot. He disregarded the teachings of his master and contributed all the Taoist heritage. He also assisted Wu Ci in his evil deeds and helped Wu Ci to refine all the pardoned and incense-bearing gods summoned by Emperor Wu Ci into pure blood and energy to fill Wu Ci's "Tian Chi Jing".

By the way, the "Tianjie Sutra" was created based on the Tianji Taoist exercises provided by Tianji Taoist and the Tiande Temple exercises, so it is possible that he was practicing the "Tianji Sutra" and brought Tianji Taoist here in advance.

It's better to come early, as you will fall into the trap.

Wu Ci tried it last week, and Tianji Taoist is very useful. He can hit whatever he points at, and he is not only powerful but also very versatile. Wu Ci originally said that he would find a way to capture him after he becomes stronger this week, but now he actually comes here by himself.

The corners of his mouth slightly raised, and he raised his head from his father's shoulder with pleasure but ill intentions, secretly spying on the prey he had set his sights on, determined to get it.

"Excuse me? What happened to this child just now?" The young Taoist looked down at the disc in his hand and found that the pointer was pointing at the 13th distorted character, facing the witch word.

The father, who had always been taciturn, put down the witchcraft without leaving a trace and pushed it to his wife, then protected his wife and children behind him.

This time he did not care about his dignity as a scholar, but stood in front of his wife and children, pretending to be an ordinary hungry man, and said with a flattering smile, nodding and bowing, "Little Taoist, you are too kind. What problem can a poor child have? Why should I bother you..."

"Layman, don't be like this. The Heavenly Venerable has said that disciples are humble and strictly forbidden to use their power and abilities to bully others. If my master knew about this, he would jump out of his coffin and break my legs!" The young man waved his hands in panic, "I just noticed that there was a disturbance in my Tianji Sect here, and it seemed like a blessing from the Heavenly Venerable, so I came to take a look. I'm sorry to offend you..."

"Little Taoist priest... what you said is right... it is our blessing to see the fairy," the father smiled in agreement with the boy, then turned around and scolded the mother, "Didn't you pickle a few duck eggs? Why don't you take them out..."

The pale and skinny mother held a baby girl in her arms who looked like a skinny monkey. Together with her husband, she used her body to block the young Taoist priest's view of the witch's words. She cowardly and quietly reminded her husband, who had become as thin and haggard as a skeleton wrapped in skin after escaping with the hungry people, "But... the head of the family..."

"Shut up!" The father raised his voice, acting like an ordinary farmer and yelling to his wife, "Take it out!"

The mother bit her lip and reluctantly took out the only four remaining duck eggs from the package and handed them to her husband.

She knew what her husband meant. The young Taoist priest seemed like a monster. They used four eggs to pretend they were ignorant. It would be worth it if they could trick the Taoist priest away as soon as possible in exchange for the four lives, even if they could only save them temporarily.

She just couldn't bear to give up.

She was once the wife of an official. Although her husband was incorruptible and lived in poverty, he never treated her badly.

She was in charge of the family finances. Whenever she wanted to buy something, even jewelry or clothes, her husband would only compliment her on how beautiful they looked and tell her that she should get more new clothes and not be so simple. He never wanted her to have any worries.

In fact, she knew that the court had not paid salaries for a long time, and the family was short of money. Her husband, who had always been aloof, even secretly copied books and sold paintings to make money.

She pretended to be ignorant and secretly pawned all her beautiful jewellery and gorgeous clothes. She dismissed her two servants and took care of the household chores herself. That was why she had enough strength to escape and keep up.

But no matter what, she was once the wife of a county magistrate, and she had the status of an imperial decree, and her husband treated her very well. She had expensive clothes and jewelry, and she had never worried about food and clothing. She could actually buy what she wanted.

But now, salted duck eggs are her most precious thing.

She had no intention of keeping the food for herself, but only of exchanging it for dry food.

It is enough for a family to eat for two days, and if they save a little, their family of four can eat for five or six days.

Without these four salted duck eggs, they would have no food and would not survive long.

The first to die would be her young daughter, then possibly her, then her son, then her husband.

Giving away these salted duck eggs with her own hands was equivalent to killing her own daughter with her own hands.

The young Taoist saw this and immediately knew what they were up to. He said anxiously, "What are you two doing? You can't do that! How can you give your things to a poor Taoist? I'm just passing by... I'll leave right now!"

In this year of famine, no one has a good time, and the monsters are begging for food because they are hungry.

My father thought the young man was just being polite.

After all, all monsters disguised as humans are like this. If you really don’t give it to me, then it’s all over.

He immediately found a step for the young Taoist priest and put the hat on the head of the Heavenly Venerable. He smiled and said, "Take it, young Taoist priest. It is our gift to you. Just consider it as an offering to the Heavenly Venerable. You are the Heavenly Venerable as a cultivator of Taoism. You cannot make decisions for the Heavenly Venerable, right? Maybe it is the Heavenly Venerable's arrangement for you to accept it so that you can help those who need it more."

The young Taoist priest was at a loss for words. He wanted to refuse but was afraid that something might go wrong if he made the decision for the Heavenly Lord. It was not right to take it, and it was not right not to take it.

Wu Ci stood behind his mother and touched his burning stomach.

He didn't know whether Tianzun needed him or not, but he was definitely the one who needed help more.

If I don't eat, this body will starve to death.

He walked out from behind his mother and said calmly, "Father, there is no need to do this. He is not a monster."

"...Ci'er?" His mother wanted to pull his sleeve.

Wu Ci dodged gently and looked at his father, "Don't worry about him, just straighten your back."

The father stared at him for a moment, feeling strange and suspicious, but he finally believed him. He raised his hand to stop his wife from saying something, and said to Wu Ci, "We'll wait for you over there."

The witch nodded.

"Little brother...what are you doing..." the young Taoist asked doubtfully while holding the compass engraved with 13 twisted symbols.

Very good, the current trend is very encouraging.

If it is still in text simulation mode, it is estimated that Legend Simulator will definitely provide an option to wait for the wizard to choose and then sit and discuss.

When it comes to politics, Wu Ci has never lost. He hates violence and is always very reasonable.

To be honest, he would love to reason with anyone he could communicate with whenever he had the chance, always trying to turn hostility into friendship through words.

Wu Ci never misses any opportunity to make a point, even if it means deceiving people, he will still make it.

What's more, in the last round, he found that Tianji Taoist was really useful!

Due to time constraints, Wu Ci's first round in Tentoku Temple mainly focused on killing skills, which could break all methods with one force.

He did not learn any of the flesh and blood techniques and other skills that the other monks in Tentoku Temple learned. The little spell he used to fool his parents in the second round was the only illusion spell he knew, and he learned it by watching the old monk.

Although he later tricked Taoist Tianji into giving him the Taoist techniques and Tiande Temple skills and combined them with other miscellaneous things he knew to compile the "Tianmie Sutra", most of what it contained were frontal combat techniques such as devouring and killing.

It is equivalent to that witchcraft is a partial subject. The serious Taoist priests of Tianji Sect have skills such as divination, nine-sky thunder magic, delaying disasters and avoiding misfortunes, longevity, turning beans into soldiers, drawing talismans and setting up formations, refining tools and elixirs, and driving away clouds and rain. These skills are indeed included in the "Heavenly Scripture" compiled by Tianjizi with all his life's knowledge, but they all follow the principle of equivalent exchange.

Because spiritual energy is scarce between heaven and earth, most of these abilities and spells consume lifespan, and often require severed limbs as a sacrifice, and they are all auxiliary types.

The Heavenly Starve Sutra incorporates the Tiande Temple's skills. Broken hands and feet can be restored using the secret method of blood and flesh, but you will also have to consume your vitality. If your vitality is not enough, you can only use your own lifespan. This will consume more lifespan and you will die faster.

If you don't want to suck people's vitality by committing adultery and doing incest like animals like those monks, you have to kill more people and make them suffer so much that they will bear resentment before they die.

Only the vitality obtained in this way can be used to repair one's own damaged flesh and blood, which is very troublesome.

Therefore, in order to pursue combat power and cultivation in a short period of time, Wu Ci put these things aside and never practiced them at all.

In other words, he knows nothing about these spells and auxiliary skills and only has a superficial understanding of them.

Tianji Taoist is different. Although it is a bit foolish for him to be fooled so easily, he has been specializing in this since he was young and has not been biased towards any of his subjects. This is equivalent to focusing on auxiliary and mage specialization while taking into account frontal combat.

Not only does it have super combat power, but it is also highly versatile. By consuming your life and drawing a few talismans, you can summon a group of strong men to serve as soldiers. By consuming more spiritual power and life, you can even casually create soldiers from beans. It is simply a must-have for group battles.

The character Tianji Dao Ren can be a hidden SSR in the Qianchao game card pool. It is a rare opportunity. If you want to make a big move, this is a special and outstanding talent! If you don't get it, you will lose!

Now that the situation is favorable, shouldn't we sit down and discuss it?

[Preaching] His natural ability was activated, Wu Ci said calmly, "Excuse me, little Taoist priest, I was seriously ill and my mind was wandering in the sky. Fortunately, the Heavenly Lord told me in my dream. The dream of three lives was able to solve the mystery in my womb."