Chapter 34 Chapter 34 updated on 11/9.

In her sea of ​​consciousness, the main god space was still shouting excitedly and urging her to cause trouble.

[“Wanwan, Wanwan, what are you going to do next?”] The tone of the main divine space was extremely excited, [“Make trouble, make trouble, make trouble, fuck him up, hahahahaha!”]

Sang Wanwan sighed softly, and suddenly remembered the scene when she was first bound by the Main God Space.

At that time, the main god space was a real AI, and the mechanical voice of its speech was very rigid, without any ups and downs or fluctuations. Not to mention actively speaking to her to give her suggestions, sometimes it would only say a few words every ten days or half a month.

Oh, and I'm also talking about the rules of the escape game.

Sang Wanwan said: "Little God."

The laughter in the main divine space stopped. [“I’m here, I’m here, Wanwan, have you made up your mind?”]

"I just suddenly remembered you in the past." Sang Wanwan picked up an orange and peeled it slowly. "You were so quiet in the past."

The Lord God Space said, "Huh?" ["I was very quiet before?"]

It tried hard to recall and found that it seemed quite quiet.

The Lord God's Space was created by the former Lord God. Many times it followed his will, with tasks and tasks to complete every day, and he only wanted to attract more players into the dungeon.

Later, the main god was defeated. It originally thought that Sang Wanwan was going to kill it as well, and was ready to die.

But Sang Wanwan didn't. She took a look at it and gently put it on the table.

Suddenly, when Sang Wanwan mentioned the past, the main god space's thoughts couldn't help but diverge.

The reason why it followed Sang Wanwan here secretly was, on the one hand, because it admired her for being strong, and on the other hand, because it felt Sang Wanwan was very gentle.

She didn't possess it, she didn't kill it, and she didn't throw it away like garbage, but she put it down gently.

The former Lord God, the guy who always wanted to show off, always scolded it for being stupid and said it was the most failed product of civilization.

Sang Wanwan is so nice.

She put it down so gently and never scolded it for so long. Although she refused to be tied to it and always tricked it into taking out things from the mall, she called it "little god" and spoke so nicely, praising it for its intelligence and understanding.

After coming here, it finds it very interesting to watch TV series and gossips online every day, and gradually it seems to have found the human meaning of AI.

Thinking of this, the procedures within the main divine space began to become chaotic again.

Sang Wanwan ate an orange and said, "But I still like you the way you are now."

The Lord God Space chuckled a few times, [“I like myself now, too.”]

Sang Wanwan said casually: "It would be nice if you had a physical body."

The Lord God's heart skipped a beat, and he immediately thought of the group of ghosts and undead in the villa who were willing to work, and he sounded a level of alarm in his heart.

[“Wanwan, don’t think I don’t know what you’re up to. If I had a physical body, you could squeeze out my remaining value like crazy, humph!”]

Sang Wanwan: "Now that you don't have a physical body, aren't you still working for me as 007 every day?"

Main God Space: "..."

Sang Wanwan swallowed the orange in her mouth and said casually, "I just thought that if Xiaoshen, such a smart and powerful AI, had a physical body, it would definitely be very cute, and I could hug you."

The Lord God Space was stunned.

It remembered how gentle Sang Wanwan was when she held her son in her arms and told him stories.

If it had a physical body, would Sang Wanwan also hold it, touch its head, and tell it childish and cute stories?

When the Lord God Space thought about this, he felt that the core program was overheating and unstable.

Sang Wanwan finished eating an orange and wiped her hands with a wet tissue. "Xiaoshen, keep an eye on Sang Chen. Don't make any moves yet. Collect the relevant evidence."

The Lord God Space was still thinking about Sang Wanwan's request to hug it, and his voice was a little awkward: […Uh-huh, okay.]

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A week passed peacefully as Sang Wanwan spent her days lying down, eating and drinking.

Of course, this peace of mind is limited to real life. There have been a number of comments criticizing her online store, some of which are also criticizing her personally.

The navy troops that Sang Chen hired were quite capable. They did not swarm to attack her online store in a short period of time, which would easily make people think that competitors were deliberately targeting her online store.

These trolls systematically, gradually, and persistently make comments under various social media videos to stir up trouble.

Because of Sang Wanwan's words, the Lord God Space did not act rashly, but when he saw those public opinions insulting Sang Wanwan, he couldn't help but spit out a barrage of national quintessence back and then reported them.

That day, Sang Wanwan took a walk after dinner and returned to her bedroom as usual.

When choosing clothes to wear today, I found a few neatly arranged photo frames in the drawer of my closet, and they were all filled with dried roses.

There are nine in total.

Hmm? This number reminded her of the nine roses she bought on her way home from get off work when she first started working at the Unnatural Events Authority.

Could this be it?

Sang Wanwan picked up one of the photo frames and went to the study.

When she walked in, Chi Junyu saw the photo frame at first glance and his expression looked a little unnatural.

Sang Wanwan asked directly: "Is this the rose I gave you?"

Chi Junyu covered the pages of the Criminal Law, nodded, and said with a slightly embarrassed tone: "I like them very much. This way I can keep them for a long time."

He would find ways to preserve the gifts given to him every night.

When Sang Wanwan heard him say that he liked roses, she thought he just liked roses and said, "Since you like them, I'll set aside a piece of land in the yard of my villa and plant a whole field of roses for you to pick and play with every day."

She secretly praised her past self. Fortunately, the villa she bought was big enough, otherwise she would have no place to plant flowers.

Chi Junyu's face was slightly stunned.

Sang Wanwan did what she said and found Qin Wen, asking her to clear out a 40-square-meter area in the yard.

Then he called Zhao Qing over.

The twin babies have returned from Sang Jin, and during this time, the mother and her two children have been spending time together every day.

When Zhao Qing came over, she was holding one in her arms and carrying another on her back. She asked happily, "Wanwan, what's going on?"

Sang Wanwan raised her hand and pointed at the 40-square-meter area that had been marked out. "Go and till this land. I'm going to plant roses for my husband."

"Okay, okay."

Without saying a word, Zhao Qing transformed herself into a pile of mud and burrowed into the ground. The twin ghost babies also followed their mother.

Chi Junyu just came over and heard these words, and his ears instantly felt hot.

Because he liked roses, did she have to plant a whole rose garden for him every night? It seemed that she liked him more than he thought.

Chi Junyu coughed twice and touched his ears twice.

Sang Wanwan walked over.

Chi Junyu said, "Wouldn't it be a waste of space to plant roses? These flowers are not practical, and you can plant magical rice and sell it for money."

"How can it be a waste of space?" Sang Wanwan said in surprise, "It can grow the roses you like, that's its greatest value."

This is what Sang Wanwan thought in her heart, it’s just a 40-square-meter piece of land.

Chi Junyu felt his ears getting hotter. Why did Wanwan always say such nice things? Every time he heard her, he would feel happy and his heart would beat fast.

He nodded and said "yeah".

Sang Wanwan wanted to say something when the phone in her pocket suddenly vibrated a few times.

She took it out and took a look. It was an unfamiliar number with no remarks, so she hung up immediately.

Soon, the phone rang again, still with the same number.

Sang Wanwan answered the phone.

"Wanwan, it's me."

On the other end of the phone came Father Sang's extremely kind voice.

Sang Wanwan: "Oh, something?"

"Tomorrow is my 50th birthday, and I will hold a banquet at home. You can bring Junyu and Tuantuan home. I haven't seen Tuantuan for a long time, and I, as your grandfather, miss him very much."

Sang Wanwan's brows twitched slightly.

"Wanwan, the past is in the past. No matter what, you are my daughter and I am your father. You still have my blood in you. This is a relationship that can never be severed."

His attitude was incredibly good, yet there was a subtle hint of anxiety in it.

When Sang Wanwan heard this, she knew that this family was trying to cause trouble, and tomorrow's birthday party would be a grand banquet.

It seems that new fun has come to me. After lying at home for a week, it's time to go out and see the Sang family's excitement.

Sang Wanwan smiled: "Okay, I will be there on time."

Then he hung up the phone.

She looked at Chi Junyu and said, "Honey, tomorrow is my biology class father's birthday. Let's go over and see his jokes."

…

Sang family.

After Sang's father hung up the phone, Sang Jiaheng immediately asked, "How is it? Did she agree to come over?"

Father Sang exhaled heavily, picked up the handkerchief beside him and wiped the sweat from his forehead, "I agree."

He was sweating, not because he was nervous or afraid, but because his body was so weak that he had to take a few breaths after every step, and his body was sweating every second.

This story begins a week ago.

That day in the hospital, Sang Jiaheng saw his father and third brother getting too emotionally out of control during the argument. He immediately thought of the words written in the ancestral instruction book and inexplicably had a bad feeling in his heart.

After returning from the hospital, he mentioned the incident to his father, who said that he had failed to control his emotions.

The next day, they heard the news that Rong Qing had been in a serious car accident.

Rong Qing's legs were completely twisted and deformed, and his life was saved by high-level amputation of both legs.

Not only that, his left eye was pierced by broken glass and his eyeball was removed.

The person who harmed Xue Rou got his retribution, and the four members of the Sang family happily opened several bottles of top-grade red wine, drinking and laughing heartily.

However, Sang Jiaheng gradually came to his senses and discovered that something was wrong. Rong Qing's injuries were far more serious than Chi Junyu's.

He and his father immediately took out the book that recorded the ancestral teachings and read it word by word.

Finally they found the reason.

The first person they used it to harm was Chi Junyu. At that time, it was in a "full" state and in a good mood, so it only completely destroyed Chi Jun's legs.

This time, it was in a hungry state when it harmed Rongqing, and was very unhappy, so its revenge on Rongqing was much more severe.

If that were all, they would be happy.

Because the third person it has to deal with is Sang Wanwan. Rong Qing is injured so badly, isn't it very likely that Sang Wanwan will be paralyzed?

However, the development of the matter caught them off guard.

On the third day after Rong Qing's car accident, Sang's father started to have health problems and began to become weak and sweat.

They went to several hospitals for examination and also went abroad, but they could not find any problems.

Sang Jiaheng suddenly thought of the hundred-page ancestral teachings.

So he took out the notebook containing the ancestral teachings and studied it carefully, word by word, over and over again, and finally he discovered the problem.

They used Sang Wanwan's blood to awaken it back then. If they wanted to drive it to do something, they had to continue feeding it with Sang Wanwan's blood.

If Sang Wanwan died, the blood of her direct descendants could be used. If there were no descendants, the blood of her other relatives could also be used, but the effect would be greatly reduced.

If it is driven to work but is left hungry for a long time, it will become unhappy and irritable and punish the blood supplier.

Yes, when they first saw it, they thought it didn't matter when they saw that it would only punish Wanwanwan, the blood supplier, when it got angry.

But this time, after it took revenge on Rong Qing, it was his father's body that developed strange problems.

In other words, this evil thing did not punish Sang Wanwan, but punished his father.

Sang Jiaheng took a breath of cold air.

After reading the 100-page ancestral teachings book three times, I finally discovered the problem on the third reading.

In the lower right corner of the last page of the book, there are several lines of very small words that are completely invisible to the human eye.

Sang Jiaheng took out a magnifying glass.

Under the magnifying glass, I could only see small words saying that if you drive it to do something but don't feed it enough, it will be in a bad mood and will punish the blood supplier.

The type and duration of punishment are random.

For example, it can make a person weak and sweat coldly, can make a man impotent for a certain period of time, can make a person extremely hungry, can make a person fart frequently, can make a person's breath stink like an exploded feces pit... and so on.

There are so many symptoms that it is impossible to list them all. These punishments will not kill people immediately, but they can make the punished person's life worse than death.

Importantly, there is a 0.000001 percent chance that these punishments will randomly fall on the relatives of the blood donor.

After reading these few lines, veins popped up on Sang Jiaheng's arms and he was so angry that he almost vomited blood on the spot.

A probability as low as 0.000001 percent actually happened?!

Such an important thing, our ancestors actually wrote it on the last page of the book? !

Not only was it written on the last page of the notebook, but it was also written in such a way that I had to use a magnifying glass to read it clearly?!

Are these ancestors really not deliberately pitting their own descendants? !

…

Sang Wanwan agreed to come to the banquet tomorrow, and Sang's father's face, which had been gloomy these days, finally improved a little.

He kept wiping the sweat from his forehead.

Just thinking about those tiny characters in the ancestral teachings book that could only be read with a magnifying glass, he still felt like vomiting blood.

"It's good that she agrees," Sang Jiaheng took a deep breath, "No matter what, this time, Sang Wanwan and her family of three must move back."

Father Sang nodded and said, "Now only Sang Wanwan and her son's blood can fully feed that thing and make these punishments disappear."

Sang Jiaheng's eyes turned cold, "If Sang Wanwan refuses to move back, we will have to use some special means."

Father Sang was very confident, as if he had everything under control. "She will definitely come back. Don't you know who Sang Wanwan is these years? Everything she did was just to get our attention."

The two looked at each other, and both of them showed understanding on their faces.

The two are in the study now.

As soon as they finished speaking, they heard the sounds of "thump," "thump," and "thump" footsteps coming from outside.

The sound sounded like an old robot walking, clicking and making an sound every twenty seconds.

The expressions of both of them instantly became extremely gentle. Sang Jiaheng walked to the door and opened it.

Sure enough, the person who came was Sang Xueruo.

Sang Xueruo was still wrapped up like a mummy, with only her eyeballs, nostrils and mouth showing.

What made the four Sang family members happy was that in addition to her hands and eyeballs, Sang Xueruo's legs also gradually regained consciousness.

But the reaction is very slow, and there is a gap of twenty seconds between each step.

Sang Jiaheng stood at the door, watching her walk over step by step, but did not go up to help her. He encouraged her gently, "Xue Rou, come on."

"噠".

"噠".

"噠".

Sang Xuerou walked very slowly. She was moved and sad when she heard her elder brother's encouragement. Finally, under her elder brother's encouraging eyes, she walked towards him step by step.

Sang Jiaheng held her hand and led her slowly into the study.

Father Sang was very pleased to see that her condition was getting better and better. He sighed and said, "Xiaorou, there is something we want to tell you."

Sang Xueruo stopped walking. Because she couldn't move her head, she tried to lift her eyelids and rolled her eyes to look at Sang's father.

"We all know that your current painful appearance is all caused by Sang Wanwan," Sang's father looked at her tightly wrapped appearance, with heartache in his eyes, "but something happened recently, so Sang Wanwan and her family will move into our house tomorrow."

Sang's father looked guilty, and he took a few steps forward as usual, saying, "For Sang Wanwan, your enemy, you have to be patient with her first."

He forgot his current physical condition.

Because he took a few steps, his face turned pale as paper as soon as he finished speaking. He covered his chest and gasped for breath. Sweat kept dripping down his face. The clothes he had just changed more than an hour ago were soaked with sweat and stuck to his body.

Sang Xueruo looked at her father's miserable condition and knew that he became like this just to vent his anger for her. She was so sad that tears fell down her face.