Chapter 207 God's Tomb Stone
Motomatsuri came back with the basket.
He had no social phobia and had to deal with spirits a lot due to the nature of his work. After receiving the task, he not only delivered a newly ripened ear of rice to every household, but also took some time to explain its function to them, and proved that it was food based on the volume, quality, color, number and speed of the ears.
When we got back to the house, it was just getting dark.
Before he knocked on the door, he saw the person sitting at the wooden table inside. He subconsciously stopped and walked over in a low voice.
Shi Yu sat at the table, lowering his head and carving bit by bit on the flat surface of the stone in his hands.
Yuan Ji was picked up by Shi Yu.
Because of the divine power in his body, he was born with the ability to see many things that ordinary people could not see. This difference was enough to make him an outlier in the eyes of others. When the little kid was two years old and had just learned to speak, he was caught by the ignorant crowd and tied to a wooden frame because he pointed at a certain point in the void and shouted that there was something. The grass and wood poured with scented oil at his feet rubbed against the ground and started a fire.
Before he was burned to charcoal, Yuan Ji, who was tied to a wooden stake, was untied by Shi Yu and taken away.
Of course, these are the versions that Shi Yu told him afterwards.
As for Yuan Ji himself, because he was too young, he had no recollection of what he had experienced. The only scene he could recall related to this incident was the raging fire and the pair of hands belonging to the Lord God reaching into the red light, but they were blurry.
Yuan Ji lowered his eyes.
The tool Shi Yu used for carving was a small knife that he found from somewhere. It was not a professional chisel and there was even some rust on the back of the knife, as if it had been found among the sundries and sharpened a few times before being used as a makeshift tool.
His hands were undoubtedly beautiful, unlike when Yuan Ji found him in the God's Tomb, the blood vessels under the skin were clearly visible, and the morbid fragility could not be concealed.
Yuan Ji had scars on his body from the fire, and he always wore a black robe to wrap himself up tightly. Unlike other main gods, he grew up in the God Realm since he was a child, but he still didn't see the main god very often. In addition to learning the lessons of being a god of death, the only thing he needed to think about was when his master would come back.
Later, the main god and Fuye God broke up, and Fuyang put on a mask to deceive the world, and rarely exposed himself to the eyes of other gods. Even if his hands were exposed to the light occasionally, they would always be covered by his sleeves in the next second.
Yuan Ji had never noticed this before, but even now when he thought about it, he couldn't tell whether the other party was overly vigilant or it was just a coincidence.
The carving knife in Shi Yu's hand carved along the stone, and the lines meandered downwards, leading to a bright future among the intricate and secluded paths.
In fact, the other party does not often stay in the divine world. Instead, he is in the mortal world most of the time.
He once asked the other party why, and the other party replied that it was because he wanted to find other gods in charge like him.
Yuan Ji couldn't understand why they couldn't wait until they grew up and mastered the power of divinity and then come to the divine realm themselves?
The other party said that most people with the Godhead of the Master will have a calamity in their lives, which is the whip of heaven. If he doesn't go looking for it, most people will never grow up.
Yuan Ji was even more confused. Since it was destined to happen, wasn't that just right? If he could survive it, he would ascend to become a god. If he couldn't survive it, that was also the decision of fate.
However, he still remembered that he was robbed when he had no ability to resist, and he was able to survive because he was rescued by the other party. It would be too embarrassing to say this, so he never asked.
He didn't know that although the God in charge had disasters in his destiny, it was hardly a situation that could not be resolved. In the beginning, these were just rules set by Heaven in order to temper the mind of the God in charge.
The reason why they died at a young age is actually because they violated the will of heaven and stole the divinity that did not belong to them, and it was the result of punishment from heaven.
Just as he didn't know, the reason why he was pushed to the stake when he was young was because his parents could not withstand the pressure of public opinion.
One is a timid and cowardly man who flirts with others, while the other is gambling his own blood and flesh on a specious legend for wealth and fame. How determined can their hearts be?
Shi Yu never told him this.
A two-year-old doesn't need to know this, just that eternity exists in mythological stories.
In that absurd and crazy transaction, the ones placing the bets were their fathers, the catalyst was the wish for everyone to rise to heaven, the greed of the elders was at both ends of the scale, and the children became the weights of the game from the moment they were born, until they obeyed the order to bear the calamity and stepped into the gates of hell, without even the right to choose.
When their names were written in the Book of Destiny, it announced that they were destined to become earthly dead.
...if there is no Lord God.
Shi Yu finished carving the last stroke on the stone and put down his tools. “You’re back so soon?”
Yuan Jie nodded.
As he walked from one end of the village to the other with a basket in his hand, he learned about many candidates.
It’s not that the villagers knew about the election of the main god, but the village was full of acquaintances, and a group of outsiders who dropped in here had no conditions to hide.
Some people acted as money-giving boys, inviting people to distribute gold, silver and jewelry to their homes; some people, for the sake of charity, set up stalls everywhere and cooked big pot meals in the streets; some people made friends with many people, becoming brothers and friends with the elderly and children regardless of age; and some people just went around and drank wine and tea, truly enjoying the world.
Yuan Ji didn't know whether the Heavenly Dao was observing his candidate in the void at this time. Apart from curiosity, he spent the rest of his time thinking about Shi Yu.
The other person held the seeds peeled from the plant, buried the seeds in the soil and waited for them to grow, inserted the grown seedlings into the mud field, and held the rice ears as bright as jade and looked at him sideways on the ridge of the field.
Yuan Ji had heard the souls of the dead under his sickle mutter the question of whether the gods loved human beings countless times, but he never answered it once.
Shi Yu is a very contradictory person.
It is true that when he stood in the midst of a disaster and saw the lives struggling inside, his eyes were filled with indifference; but it is also true that when others were racking their brains to plan how to increase their own weight, he was only focused on improving crops to increase people's harvests.
Shi Yu had told him before that Tiandao would give the selection results within one year after the candidates were chosen.
They were not the first experimental field, and when they were first selected, God probably did not think they would be the last.
Yuan Ji didn’t know what the Heaven was thinking when it chose Shi Yu. He only knew that no one would be able to do better than Shi Yu in the position of the Lord God.
Shi Yu wiped the dust off the stone and the moment he stood up, extremely subtle fluctuations suddenly appeared in the air.
The next second, a long-lost system voice sounded:
[My personal live broadcast room has been opened. I wish all players a happy game]
Shi Yu raised his head and looked towards a certain point in the void.
At this moment, seven days have passed since his last game.
Even if the administrator and the owner of the player space were both absent from work, the emotionless system still performed its duties diligently. After a round of detection, it found that the target player's current location and the game plane he had stayed in in the past both used the same set of original power. The thinking engine was silent for a few seconds, directly skipped the process of importing the game, and opened the live broadcast room.
The audience who received the attention message and ran over clicked on the window and saw that the camera was facing a familiar yet unfamiliar handsome boy.
【？ ？ ？】
[What the hell? ? ]
【Who are you, beauty? ? 】
"Sir?" Yuan Ji noticed his pause and followed his gaze. "What's wrong?"
Shi Yu retracted his gaze from the camera: "Nothing."
[Is that the Grim Reaper next to him? ]
[I have seen it in the train dungeon before, it is Yuan Matsuri for sure]
[So the god of death can call you "sir"? ? ]
[Fuck, beautiful teacher? ? ! ! ]
[But he obviously looks underage? ]
[Is this the setting of this game? Return to childhood? ? ]
Shi Yu lowered his eyes: "I'm ready to go back."
Yuan Ji was stunned. Before he could ask, he saw the other party spread out his hand and knocked on the stone in the palm of his hand.
The stone suddenly began to heat up, and the shadows of the concave lines revealed a dark light condensed from high-purity power, which then rose steadily and suddenly spread throughout the room.
Yuan Ji closed his eyes subconsciously, but still felt the light that almost melted his eyeballs.
The next second, the power that belonged to the Lord God's divinity and had been lingering in the air ever since he entered this "divine realm" came like a heavy rain, sweeping into the house and gathering on the stones.
Yuan Ji didn't know what the symbols carved on the stone meant, but he was still shocked by the effect of causing strange phenomena in the world with just one move: "What is this...?"
"A net bag with bait."
The doors and windows all around were knocked open by the ripple-spreading force. Mu Fu slammed heavily against the stone wall. The strong wind that poured into the room howled and whimpered, instantly lifting up his long hair. The tables and chairs behind him collapsed into ruins one after another, and the dust that was raised was flying and blinding.
The overflowing divine power was like a fish in a dried-up pond suddenly finding water, following the twists and turns of the lines, transforming into chilly light, into cold thorns, and into a sharp blade that could take one's life.
All of them sank into the body of the engraver.
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Ji Congyang had been staring at the midday sun with his helmet in his arms for half an hour.
Half an hour ago, he had just finished eating a bacon sandwich for lunch and was about to continue working when he heard the system announcement.
Thanks to his companions, he specially set a reminder on his personal panel to enter the game ten minutes in advance, and in the spirit of the early bird catches the worm, he went to the player space from reality to wait in advance.
However, when he took the initiative to go to the player space, he failed once, twice, three times, four times, and five times.
He gave up trying and waited patiently for ten minutes to pass before the system automatically pulled him back to the player space.
And now, not only ten minutes had passed, but twenty and thirty minutes had also passed.
Ji Congyang was at a loss.
So, should he enter the game now?
Before he could come up with a solution, his cell phone rang.
Qiao Yan on the other end got straight to the point: "Have you entered the game?"
Ji Congyang was stunned: "No, how..."
He suddenly realized: "You didn't enter the game either?"
When it was first discovered that players' bodies would have a force to help take over after entering the divine realm, Qiao Yan dragged him to do an experiment.
When the real player is in the system, the actual body will behave in a way that will not make people notice any replacement of the person, and even the memory will be exactly the same when asked, but one thing is that the body that has been taken over has no concept of the divine realm.
And the fact that they both clearly brought up the topic of "game" with each other showed that they were both themselves now, rather than empty shells that were taken over after entering the Divine Realm.
The question mark on Ji Congyang's forehead was about to overflow: "Isn't it the seventh day now? Isn't it said that players are forced to enter a game every week? Then why are we still in reality now?"
Qiao Yan didn't say anything over there.
Ji Congyang made random guesses: "Is the system down? Is the administrator offline? Or is there so few players in God's Domain that they can't even get enough to play a game?"
Qiao Yan still didn't say anything.
Ji Congyang shouted: "Old Qiao?"
Qiao Yan responded.
"What's going on?"
"have no idea."
"How about we ask other players who should enter the game at this time?"
"Which player do you know in real life?"
“…”
The players in God's Domain paid great attention to privacy protection, and they kept the system and reality separate. Ji Congyang was not a person who loved socializing and could not stand being in a group. Although he had added many friends, they had never exchanged their real-life contact information. Besides his childhood friend Qiao Yan, there was really no other player around him.
In this respect, Qiao Yan is the same as him.
After hanging up the phone, Ji Congyang didn't plan to waste time. He opened the delivery man's APP background and was about to look at the order, but suddenly he seemed to remember something and jumped up.
He flipped through the address book for a long time, and was silent for a while looking at the dozens of pages of unremarked numbers on the phone screen. Then he sat back down and collapsed on the sofa like a salted fish.
Five seconds later.
Ji Congyang suddenly jumped up from the sofa again and dialed a number quickly.
The voice on the other end sounded a little surprised: "Cong Yang?"
Ji Congyang got straight to the point: "Do you remember that a month ago you asked me to help you deliver food?"
"Remember, what's wrong?"
"Can you help me find a phone number from that day's takeout order?"
"Okay, wait a minute." There was silence on the other end for a few seconds. When the voice came again, it was farther away. I guess he was browsing the app on his phone. "But what do you want this for?"
Ji Congyang hesitated for a moment: "He is someone I know, but I forgot to save his phone number after we met."
The other end responded casually: "June 4th, right? What's it called?"
"Shi Yu."
A few minutes later, Ji Congyang received a message on his mobile phone. The content was concise and just a screenshot.
He entered the phone number on the screenshot one by one, compared it several times, and made sure there was no mistake before carefully pressing the dial button.
The call was answered after only two rings: "Hello?"
Ji Congyang opened his mouth halfway, the sound stopped in his throat, and he lowered his head to look at the number.
...a child's voice?
The other end waited for a few seconds and asked, "Hello, who is this?"
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