Chapter 127 Missing Technician No. 8

Li Zang thought about it again and again, and after a long time, he decided not to use the precious revision card on this diary.

Even if gods are everywhere in life, if the setting is correct, 99% of the gods are fragile and non-threatening, or even very timid and will not show up at all.

However, the function of the modification card is to possibly reverse the disaster diary's trump card!

For example, the opening line is: [Humanity has been exterminated, and I am the only one left...]

Li Zang felt that he must have written such a diary before, because he seemed to have some impression of it.

How can a Chuuni Diary without disasters be called Chuuni?

That would be too indecent.

Li Zang released the sealed area with a snap of his fingers, waited for thirty seconds, and then started reading the comments.

As a popular account, it usually doesn’t take long for a work to be published before a large number of comments appear, but as for the best comments... you’ll have to wait and wait for them.

But some comments, even if they are not outstanding enough, can still stand out among many comments.

For example, the extremely praiseful words for the alias Emperor Li Zang.

After all, he had just defeated the Angel Legion, and now was the moment when his fame was at its peak, and everyone was eager to use all the positive words to praise him.

What about the emperor being handsome, suave, and elegant? What about the emperor being unrivaled and invincible?

Anyway, Li Zang felt that he could never get tired of reading these flattering words. With a slight movement of his fingers, he silently saved this short video.

If you have time later, you should savor it carefully.

Read on…

[Eight million gods? This reminds me of the poor little girl. It turns out that there are gods around us already? ]

[I have also lost money before. It was during the Chinese New Year. My aunt gave me a red envelope of 200 yuan. When I went out to buy firecrackers, it disappeared. I was so heartbroken that I spent the entire Spring Festival! ]

[I once lost money. It was my food allowance for half a month when I was in school. I didn’t dare tell my family, so I ate free pickled mustard tubers and white rice for a whole half month. The only meat I had was the egg in the soup. Every time I scooped out the soup, I would be very careful and it would take me a long time. I felt so ashamed, but if I didn’t scoop, I would be hungry…]

[Yesterday, I lost two dollars. I wanted to use that money to buy lottery tickets. Today, I found out that I lost two dollars. No, I lost my life.]

[I have also lost money. That happened when I was in college. At that time, there was no such thing as mobile payment. I was blocked by a group of men in suits in a ** club. My roommates came to pick me up, but because I didn’t bring enough money, we were all stuck together. The ** club was too expensive. Since then, I have never been there to spend money again. I miss my No. 8 technician who helped me grow up. ]

Li Zang felt a little annoyed when he saw everyone complaining.

Wow, comparing what everyone else is going through, it seems like twenty bucks isn’t a big deal.

What happened to these netizens is so terrible, especially the last brother.

Technician No. 8, Li Zang was very curious about her appearance and why this brother still missed her.

[No wonder my company went bankrupt. It turns out that I can’t blame myself for my poor management! In fact, I still have the ability. It’s just that I was unlucky and met the god of bad luck! ]

[TM, this diary is really illogical. How could a great emperor drop money? ]

[What you said above is not right. You should know that once a person becomes unlucky, this bad luck has nothing to do with strength. The stronger the person, the greater the harm of his decline! ]

[No, you don't understand. What I mean is that the Emperor should drop something else, such as some secret manuals of martial arts, artifacts, etc.... Isn't it too low to drop money? (dog head)]

When Li Zang saw this comment, he actually felt that he had not been a middle school student enough back then.

Yes, as an emperor, how can dropping money show his status? Shouldn't he drop something else?

[Ding! The popularity of the eleventh diary has reached one million, and the next stage will be automatically unlocked, traveling through time and replaying the diary events.]

[Replay the diary events, the contents of the diary will become reality. After the replay is over, the system will issue reward options based on the degree of restoration of the diary plot. ]

The system prompt sounded.

When Li Zang looked up, he saw the little enemy at the crossroads, looking back every step, waving and shouting "bye" at him.

The little boy was carrying a schoolbag and holding a cup of soy milk in his hand. He was smiling like a flower and was very cute.

Li Zang also waved at her. After watching her leave, he suddenly remembered something and touched his pocket.

Tsk...my twenty dollars is indeed gone.

Li Zang looked around and found that there were many strange and incompatible scenes around him.

Everything in the world around me is filled with a mysterious vibration, as if something is gestating.

Li Zang could see clearly that every thing had the concept of having life. They were in the budding state, as if they were about to wake up.

There are some slight differences...

Is this the concept of eight million gods?

Quite interesting.

Li Zang expanded his spiritual power and discovered more [Gods], most of whom were in a [ignorant] state that could not be awakened...

Among these gods in an ignorant state, only a very few can develop self-awareness and thus have the ability to feel the world.

Among these gods with wandering consciousness, only a very small number will get the opportunity to be promoted again, manifest successfully, and gain the ability to control themselves and move freely.

These are the three states of God: one is the mortal state, the second is the conscious state, and the third is the complete state.

Li Zang looked around with his mental power and found that most of the gods were in the mortal state, gods in the conscious state were rare, and gods in the complete state were almost non-existent.

Hmm? This is...

Li Zang suddenly spotted one. It was next to the breakfast shop where he and Shen Yuemo bought soy milk and buns in the morning. There was a sloppy little loli with a shabby face.

She was sitting on the curb, munching on a freshly-baked steamed bun.

Li Zang rode his bicycle back to the breakfast shop and saw the little Loli from a distance.

It is true that this little Lolita is pretty, but it is also true that she is shabby. Not only are her clothes tattered, but her face is also dirty.

But the little girl was completely unaware. She held the bun in her chubby little hands and nibbled on it in small bites. She looked at the people passing by with a dull and indifferent look.

She seemed to be living in another time and space, with no intersection with the real world. No one saw her, and no one's eyes stayed on her for a moment.

This is naturally a very abnormal thing. After all, the little Loli's purple curly hair is really special... So there is only one truth.

This person is obviously the unlucky god in the diary.

Suddenly, a piece of clothing that had just been washed and not yet dried fell from upstairs, and it landed precisely on the head of the little god of misfortune, just the right amount.

The wet clothes hit my head with a loud "pa" sound.

The little god of misfortune was hit hard by this blow, and the bun in his hand fell to the ground.

Little God of Bad Luck: “…”

Li Zang: “…”

So, the God of Misfortune is not only able to bring misfortune to others, but he himself is also extremely unlucky, right?

Okay, that makes sense.

The little god of misfortune seemed a little slow. He silently took off the clothes hanging on his head and casually hung them on a small bonsai plant beside him. Then he bent down to pick up the buns and gently and carefully patted the dust off the surface of the buns with his little hands.

Li Zang pushed his bicycle towards her and said, "The buns are already very dirty after falling on the ground. Be careful not to get an upset stomach."

The little god of misfortune seemed not to hear.

Li Zang saw that the little god of misfortune ignored him, so he shouted again: "Do you hear me?"

The little god of misfortune raised his eyes and saw Li Zang looking at him. The originally dead and indifferent gaze suddenly fluctuated for a moment.

"Eh? Can you see me?"

(End of this chapter)