Chapter 2
A long time passed, from the initial anxiety to the current numbness. He waited day after day, but the so-called dimensional rift did not appear. He had explored this place thoroughly.
The house was built by myself. The two-story main house is in the upper left corner. Behind the main house is the one-story inner room in the center of the land. The 4,000-square-meter yard is divided into two sides, one side is a small green garden, and the other side is full of blooming peach trees.
All the characters' belongings are there, including equipment, clothing, carriages, and everything in the warehouse. All the belongings of several characters are gathered together.
The files and novels I'd read on my computer were all transformed into physical objects, now stored on my bookshelf. What made me regretful was that all the photos and videos I'd taken from the time I met my wife, got married, and had children were now stored on my F drive.
The game was stored on Drive E, but because the game used too much energy to convert, it was lost halfway through the conversion. So everything before Drive E was there, but the photos and videos of their courtship and wedding were gone. Rong Zhou wanted to curse speechlessly, as none of the most important things were saved.
The tightly wrapped Wanhua school uniform he had worn before had long been changed. Rong Zhou was now wearing a loose white robe with a wide-open chest (the fashion in the game was 'Bodhi'. How could modern people wear formal clothes all the time? Of course, they would wear whatever was comfortable. This outfit, like pajamas, was very popular). He was lying crookedly on a recliner under the peach tree, holding two beads in one hand and an old novel in the other, reading it intermittently.
I don't know if the two children will recognize him based on his current appearance, but it shouldn't be a big problem. The second child is still young, so there's no need to worry at all. The eldest child may not be able to accept it for a while, but he should be able to adjust after a few days of getting along with him. His current appearance is already his true self, and even if there are more pinched faces in the warehouse, they can only serve as a mask covering the surface.
Fortunately, I used the more gentle face-shaping one I bought during the last event. There were no weird eyeballs, tattoos, sparkling eyeshadow, or mouth. This face just looks a little feminine, with white skin, and dark circles with the effect of eyeshadow. I am very glad that I firmly resisted my wife's evil hands. If I had added her ineffective and sparkling makeup, it would be impossible to wash it off now. The face was formed in one go without any modification.
Rong Zhou is an ordinary person in modern society. He usually plays games after work and is certainly not a person of high cultural attainments. Even with long hair and ancient costumes, he still looks very out of place. After all, he has never even worn the popular Hanfu (Chinese traditional clothing).
He has thigh-length hair, but luckily, he has a housekeeper to help him tidy it up. Otherwise, it would be a mess now. It would be comparable to the lion's head of the Beggars, not to mention the Wanhua of the literati. (In the game, Wanhua has super smooth long hair, and the Beggars' school uniform has an afro that covers the eyes, making it look like a Chow Chow.)
He couldn't cut his hair, as it was a one-time formation, and the most he could do was change its shape. If he could cut it, he would definitely give it a buzz cut. Every time he noticed his hair, he got a little mad. Even his wife had never had hair this long.
Now he has been worn out by time and has no temper. This state is more like a computer entering standby mode, with his brain thinking of nothing and his mind wandering.
The study of the environment has also entered a stage where he can control everything in this space, change its shape and position, and use energy to form new objects. Of course, the original modeling of the game is easier to form.
It is easier to form something that already exists, but it would be distorted if you imagine it out of thin air. After all, he is not a 3D modeler.
The food and fruits in the game, as long as they were constructed from energy, were edible and tasted quite good. But for him, it was just a taste, and after entering his stomach, it returned to energy and became one with him.
The fields at home could be planted, just like food. All it took was energy to form them. Right now, he had no time to farm. Even though he looked relaxed lying under a tree, he was actually quite restless inside.
His beautifully shaped face made him look calm and composed, and the way he lay under a tree reading a book gave him an air of transcendence, but these were only superficial. Right now, he was like a gasoline barrel, ready to explode at the slightest spark, and he was in a state of rage.
"Master, I received a thought wave that can be used as an anchor."
Rong Zhou was lost in thought when Wen Ciqiu suddenly appeared, startling him. "Have you found the dimensional rift?"
"To be more precise, we've found a world, a world inhabited by intelligent life." Wen Ciqiu said in a serious tone, "Only the strongest waves can break through the dimensional wall and send a signal to the outside world. Whether or not we establish a spatial connection, if we miss this signal, we'll continue to wait in this space."
"Of course it's connected." Rong Zhou was excited. He had been drifting in darkness for a month and thought it would continue like this forever. He put down his book and walked to the edge of his home. Outside the arch covered with small yellow flowers, he saw a point of light in the endless darkness.
The light grew larger and larger, and in the blink of an eye, the darkness was completely swallowed up by the light. Looking up again, the outside was already an endless wasteland and Gobi.
Rong Zhou stood at the gate and looked out. The Gobi Desert outside had been distorted by the air under the sun, but he didn't feel the heat at all, and the wind outside couldn't blow in.
Even though Rong Zhou could only watch, it allowed him to release the negative emotions caused by a month of drifting in darkness and gave him a glimmer of hope.
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The desert sweltered under the scorching sun at noon, and everything in sight distorted. Not even saliva remained in his throat. The armor he wore felt like a branding iron, heavy and stifling. The arrow wound in his back no longer hurt. □□'s beloved horse was exhausted, and it seemed the two of them would die in the desert.
The wounds and thirst made everything in front of him increasingly blurry. The brothers who had followed him out to lure the enemy were all dead. He was unwilling to accept this and didn't want to die. Could the general survive? He wanted to return to the capital, see his mother and grandmother. His father wouldn't be angry about his lack of progress anymore, and his little sister should have grown up.
Along with the scorching heat came a hint of floral fragrance. I strained my heavy eyelids to look forward. Ahead, a patch of pink twisted with the air. Was this an illusion? I could still see a fairyland before I died. My eyelids, heavy with fatigue, could no longer support me, and I slumped over the horse's back, unconscious.
Rong Zhou watched the yellow sand roll outside, the heat surging. He asked the housekeeper to remove the sky scene from his home. The scorching sun beat down, and even though he couldn't feel the heat, he still wanted to blend in visually.
"Why can't I see the thought waves that serve as an anchor point?" Rong Zhou looked outside for a long time but didn't see any living creatures.
"The anchor point is on the other side. Do you want to change the direction?"
"yes."
After Rong Zhou agreed, the sand dunes outside began to move to the left. To be more precise, it was their house that began to change direction, but it was completely unnoticeable from inside the house. It felt like the desert was moving.
Even if the house appears here, there is no connection at all. They are two dimensional spaces, so they will not be affected at all.
After a sudden change of direction, I saw a listless horse in the distance, carrying a man who didn't know whether he was alive or dead. The horse was also smart, walking straight towards me, circling outside the gate, looking for something.
Rong Zhou was completely confused.
"Master, do you want to connect to the dimension? Rescue the local creatures."
How could we not help in such a desert environment? If we don’t help, it would be like killing someone with our own hands.
"Is he still alive?" Rong Zhou was quite worried. To be honest, he had never seen a dead person properly before. If this person was already dead, it would be a bit scary to bring him in.
"The horses are severely dehydrated, and the intelligent humans are losing blood, heat, and water, and their lives are in serious danger."
Fortunately, fortunately, no one is dead: "Get him in first." Rong Zhou had no way to go out.
The butler opened the dimensional barrier, and the horse walked towards him with a clear goal, as if it had suddenly found what it was looking for.
After the horse carried the man into the yard, Rong Zhou could see clearly that there were several arrows stuck in the man's back and his clothes were stained with blood. Under the scorching sun, the blood had dried on the clothes, turning them black.
Rong Zhou and the butler helped the man down from the horse, and let him lie down on a recliner. Rong Zhou asked the butler, "Is there a number 120 in this world?"
"Of course not."
"Then can you save people?" Rong Zhou thought to himself that any highly intelligent device would be equipped with a life-saving system.
"Of course not. I'm just a basic instruction manual."
"......" Rong Zhou leaned over and took a look at the man's injuries. There were a mess of wounds of varying sizes, and he didn't dare to look at them any more, not to mention the arrows stuck in his back, which he didn't even dare to touch. The man on the recliner had lost too much blood and was pale. He was breathing more than he was breathing out. "What should we do? If we don't save this man, he'll die soon."
Rong Zhou was a little worried. He didn't want anyone to die in his home. He remembered that there seemed to be a few medical books on the bookshelf. He had never read them, but they should be useful, right?
Rong Zhou was about to get up to look for a book when he felt a pain on his scalp. He looked down and saw that the man had grabbed a few strands of his hair. Rong Zhou bent down and pulled his hair out of the man's hand.
I heard a faint moan and whisper: "...Mother..."
"......" Rong Zhou looked carefully at the man who was still calling for his mother. He had a strong body, but his face did exude childishness.
Rong Zhou was so angry that he pulled his hair back and rolled his eyes at the person who was still unconscious.
...?
Hair? Rong Zhou looked at his long, straight black hair and remembered something he had neglected.
The profession of this body is Wanhua. In the game, he can bring people back to life and turn flesh into bones. Not to mention that he is a liu jingyidao who yearns to travel among flowers. Saving a half-dead person should be no problem for him, right?
Rong Zhou was of course unsure, but he had to take action even if there was no other way. It was better than doing nothing and letting someone die.
(Wanhua is a profession in the game Jian Wang 3. It has two mental methods. Hua Jian You is a DPS attack mental method, and Li Jing Yi Dao is a healing mental method. Every healer has a heart to be a DPS, and every tank has given up the heart to be a DPS in order to make a living.)
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