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【Niuwa Bullfrog】
【This player please stop exuding charm!!!】
[So handsome, so handsome, so handsome, so handsome, so handsome, so beautiful, I fell in love with her completely]
[Is this the style of the game live broadcasts in God's Domain? I immediately downloaded the APP. Please give me a dozen beauties like this!!!]
[What were you thinking about before? A treasure like Master Meiren is rare in the Divine Realm, okay? ]
[It’s not rare, it’s unique! ! ! ]
[It’s yyds!!!]
Shi Yu closed the pen cap and took out the porcelain bottle again: "This country has no daytime, so the measurement of time becomes extremely important. I am not sure whether the long night is related to Chongming, but there is a 90% chance that it is related, because the Chongming bird's attack depends on the time, and because the Chongming bird's blood is the only flammable substance in this world."
He Weiyou quickly stopped him: "Wait a minute, what do you mean by the only combustible material?"
Shi Yu didn't look up: "Lamp oil."
He Weiyou widened his eyes.
"Haven't you done the experiment?" Shi Yu said calmly, "When I woke up in the morning, I saw that the table and chairs in the cellar room, and even the straw and bedding on the bed, had traces of being burned, but nothing was damaged. You must have burned them with an oil lamp. Those things can't be ignited in this world, so lamp oil will become a circulating currency."
He Weiyou always felt inexplicably ashamed in his heart.
"And you should have noticed that the color and smell of lamp oil are exactly the same as blood."
He Wei didn't say anything for a long time.
How could he explain that he was indeed curious at first, but he only wondered why the lamp oil was currency when he got it from the pawnshop. He never poured it out and looked at it carefully, so he never explored the composition of the oil?
It would be too embarrassing to tell this to others.
Fortunately, the other party obviously did not want him to answer: "The emperor's purpose of sending people to raise Chongming is very obvious, which is to extract his blood to make lamp oil. So the players sent to raise Chongming are unlikely to be ordinary people. Either they are people who the emperor absolutely trusts and is loyal to, which is the subjective will; or Chongming must be raised and cared for by these twelve people, which is an objective condition."
Shi Yu said: "I haven't found any evidence to prove the former yet. Combined with the information that Chongming killed people based on the location of the chicken coop, I tend to think it's the latter."
He Weiyou was stunned: "We have to raise Chongming? What's the principle behind this?"
"The people of a country rich in Chongming, a clan that regards the divine bird as its symbol, and people with special abilities who specialize in collecting monsters for their own use."
"Does a profession have a specialty?" He Weiyou saw him take out a piece of cloth from his sleeve pocket, "But this is just a guess..."
Shi Yu spread the cloth on the table.
I don't know what material it is made of. It looks old, but not damaged. The edges are just rough and uneven, and the handwriting on it has faded badly, and you can hardly see the content.
The only part that could still be seen clearly at the top was a simple drawing of a chicken inside a cage. Outside the cage stood a circle of stick figures, forming a circle like a hexagram, with their bodies lowered as if teasing the pet.
He Weiyou was stunned: "When did you get this thing?!"
"When the game first started."
"Where?"
"Under the pillow."
"Don't tell me that I found this while you were catching up on some sleep while I went out to get some information after dinner!"
“…”
"Why didn't you say it earlier?"
Shi Yu thought about it and remembered that he had actually planned to tell him when He Weiyu had just returned. Unfortunately, before he could even open his mouth, he was interrupted by the other party with a question, "What are you doing?" The topic was thus extended to peeling corn and feeding chickens.
This responsibility should never fall on him.
He Weiyou was depressed: "What kind of luck is this?"
Shi Yu was playing with the lamp oil bottle, but shook his head when he heard this: "This shouldn't be the only one."
"Why?"
"Its edges are torn," Shi Yu said. "I suspect each of the twelve players has one like this in their residence."
He Weiyou subconsciously asked: "Can I summon a dragon if I gather all the magic?"
"cannot."
"You're so boring." He Weiyou grabbed the rag and stared at the graffiti of a chicken in a cage and six stickmen on it. After a while, he suddenly said, "Wait, this is still closed, right?"
"Um?"
"The emperor locked the Chongming bird in a cage. The Chongming bird was deprived of its freedom and cursed the country to have only night and no day. So its blood will be the only combustible material and currency here. Isn't this logical chain very complete?"
“It is very complete.”
"That……"
Shi Yu shook his head: "But I don't think so."
He Weiyou was stunned.
"The country's lamp oil is probably obtained from the tens of thousands of Chongming in the palace. Imagine if one day the emperor suddenly refused to provide lamp oil to the people. Without light and heat, humans would not be able to survive."
He Weiyu's grip on the piece of cloth tightened unconsciously.
"If the only reason for the long night in this country is Chongming, or if the sunrise itself requires Chongming, then Chongming is the highest point in this country or even the world. If that's the case, why did the emperor keep it locked up? Why not let it out? Shouldn't a normal person solve the problem when he finds it? Since he knows that the sunrise and Chongming are closely related, shouldn't he apologize and be fed and drunk?"
Shi Yu said calmly: "No matter how good a pet is, can it compare to the country and life?"
He Wei couldn't utter a word.
He never thought about this question.
Shi Yu said, "Think of it another way. If the emperor didn't want to imprison it at all, at least not after the long night appeared in this country, then either the absence of daytime was not Chongming's wish, or Chongming himself was unwilling to leave the palace."
He Weiyou didn't hear much at first, until the last sentence: "Zhongming himself doesn't want to leave? How is that possible?"
"In the palace, there are emperors who pamper you and provide you with exquisite delicacies from the mountains and the sea. Outside, you have to be exposed to the sun and rain, be self-sufficient, and follow the law of the jungle where the strong prey on the weak. If it were you, what would you choose?"
Shi Yu said softly: "You always say that the emperor deprived them of their freedom. That is from the perspective that they don't like the palace. But how can you understand the joy of fish if you are not a fish? No matter how important freedom is, can it compare to wealth and glory?"
He Weiyou looked at him blankly, his palms gradually becoming sweaty.
[Scalp tingling]
[Fuck, I got goosebumps]
[Although, this is the basic operation, the main thing is that other players simply don’t think about the problems of these NPCs.]
[But I remember that the Lord God doesn't have empathy for others... What is he trying to do by putting himself in someone else's shoes so skillfully? ]
[That's not so bad. What's even more outrageous is that isn't the Lord God favored by the Heaven? Isn't it said that everything he does should go smoothly? Just because of this game, he was imprisoned, attacked at night, and used by the players to take the blame. In the end, he was injured and didn't get any benefits at all. Who has ever seen this kind of person? ]
[Bad luck can be said to be innate, the main god is obviously a congenital god. Let's not talk about whether such a being with the same lifespan as the sky will die. Even if Fuye God really has the ability to kill him, how can he be reincarnated? Even if he is reincarnated, how can he be an ordinary human? If he has a godhood, shouldn't he at least be a god? ? ]
[And his physique... I've been confused for a long time. He's obviously born with a weak constitution, so he can't do strenuous exercise, let alone learn martial arts. If he's sent to Shaolin Temple, they'd be afraid of killing someone in horse stance training, so they wouldn't even accept him. Where on earth does he get the strength to fight a hundred people at once? ? ? ]
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"He has lost his godhood and his bones are not even as good as a human. How could you let him escape?"
The veins on the back of Zhuo Su's hanging hand bulged: "I said, if it wasn't for Ze Meng's sudden..."
"If Ze Meng hadn't suddenly appeared, you would have been able to kill him?" Shu Nian sneered, "You are a loser who couldn't even kill him when he was half dead?"
The situation of both of them is not very good.
Not only did they have to break through the encirclement of the imperial guards, but they also had to get past the guards to leave the palace. Their divine powers were mostly suppressed, and now both of them were almost completely soaked in blood. Judging from the amount of blood they had lost, it was even worse than what happened to Shi Yu in the palace before.
But because of the nourishment of divine power, they didn't even need to apply medicine deliberately, and the wounds healed rapidly at a speed visible to the naked eye, as if the entire picture was installed with reflection tape, and the blood scabs fell off and were as good as new.
It happened to rain when she escaped from the palace. Shu Nian brushed off the brown scabs on her clothes and tore open her sleeves in annoyance.
"Zhemeng obviously sneaked in, and his incarnation must have disappeared now."
"Have you forgotten the Suo Yu Ling that Ze Meng wrote to him before he left?" Shu Nian said without raising her eyelids, "Can you beat him if he is not injured?"
Zhuo Su pressed a few times on the bracelet and took out a porcelain bottle: "This one will work."
Shu Nian smelled the bitter taste in the air: "Have you forgotten that the guy named Chi from the lower nine heavens also gave him medicine?"
“This is different.”
"What's the difference?"
Zhuo Su uncorked the bottle expressionlessly and poured a drop directly onto the ground.
Shu Nian stared at the ground and stepped back step by step.
With the point where the drop of potion fell as the center of the circle, the green plants on the grass gradually withered in a radiating pattern outwards.
Zhuo Su pushed the cork back in. "Too much is as bad as too little. Chi Feng used drugs on him and he ended up killing him because he shouldn't have drunk it. The smell alone was enough to make him lose his ability to move."
"Why?"
Zhuo Su threw the porcelain bottle upwards, and it rose to the highest point. He raised his hand to catch the porcelain bottle: "When that person used 199 Enal nails on him, the medicine pool under him was prepared by me."
Shu Nian suddenly seemed to understand something, and said in a clear voice: "No wonder even his soul could be soaked, it turns out that the raw material of this medicine is your disgusting power."
The Chumu God Zhuo Su is in charge of withering.
Shu Nian leaned against the tree: "I killed my master, and it turns out you did the same."
Zhuo Su suddenly clenched the medicine bottle.
Shu Nian sneered: "Why are you pretending to be innocent here? You've done everything, but you still want to put on your mask of ignorance and innocence and never take it off again?"
A ball of black mist came directly towards him.
Shu Nian didn't even move, the ground in front of her suddenly cracked, and the pea-sized vines grew as thick as arms in an instant, corroding the mist that was blocked until it was charred.
Zhuo Su's voice was cold: "Find him out."
The crackling sound of the black fog hitting the vines gradually subsided, and Shu Nian placed her fingers on the leaves of the vines and tapped them gently.
Da da.
Da da da.
Da da da da.
…
After a while, the silent vines suddenly shook, as if they were swaying happily to please their owner after completing their mission.
Shu Nian pulled off the leaf and said with a smile, "Found it."
Takusu looked at her.
Shu Nian flicked the leaf in her hand in one direction: "There is an inn five kilometers away. He is on the second floor with a human now."
Zhuo Su walked towards the direction where the leaves fell. He took two steps and turned around, and saw that the other party was walking in the opposite direction of him: "Aren't you going to go over there?"
"Go," Shu Nian said, "but I have to go and release that old guy first."
"The emperor?" Zhuo Su paused, "Why do you care about him?"
Shu Nian raised her arm, which still had blood scabs falling off, and said, "What do you think? That dog and his men were chasing people and hacking at them like mad dogs. Should I be grateful and pretend that nothing happened?"
"You want to borrow the emperor's sword?"
"That dog pulled you down from the throne just to climb up the ladder, didn't he? He just wanted to take off the hat of the commander of the imperial guards and sit on the throne?" Shu Nian raised the corner of her lips, "Why should I watch him get his wish?"
Takusu glanced at her.
"As long as the real emperor comes back, will he still be able to sit on the throne in the Taichu Palace?" Shu Nian said nonchalantly, "He dared to have people chop me with knives. Before he dies, he must at least return them to me one by one."
Zhuo Su repeated matter-of-factly, "You're such a pervert."
He was in no hurry to leave. He rubbed the porcelain bottle in his hand until it was warm. "Where did you lock the emperor up?"
Shu Nian walked north along the palace wall: "Yuting Palace."
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