Chapter 167: The Gods’ New Year Illustrations
Two days later, the New Year begins.
Lu Yao returned to his hometown after a long absence.
This is still the same slow and quiet small county town, but it has become cleaner and there are more elderly people on the streets.
On WeChat, the high school group chat started. Everyone was in different places, and they all envied their old classmates who could go home for the New Year. So the few who returned to their hometowns started taking photos and celebrating the New Year online for everyone.
Lu Yao dived to watch.
Everyone talked about their lives and then talked about their interests.
Some are addicted to running and marathons, some are obsessed with fishing, some are making videos, some are studying cooking, and some just like drinking tea, taking walks, and watching trains.
Outsiders may think these things are meaningless, but they are very important to them.
Lu Yao's interest is the god simulator.
He couldn't help but think seriously about what the simulator meant to him.
The identity of a god player makes him seem different.
But really, there isn't much difference.
This was just a qualification granted by the simulator, not a truly omnipotent god. It was more like an admission ticket, a special profession that could explore certain secrets of this world.
After having the simulator, Lu Yao spent all his spare time on it, for fear that the little people would die at the speed of light for various reasons if he was not careful.
Fortunately, just by watching the pixel people build tribes and cities from scratch and develop diligently, Lu Yao can feel happy and comforted.
Treat the simulator as a special real game, keep a normal mind, and you can enjoy the wonderful fun it brings.
But once you follow the rhythm and process of the simulator, and recklessly pursue the limits of god players, want to ascend to become gods, pursue titles or even the main god... then you will be put on an invisible rein, and can only keep rushing forward and squeezing upward, like a whipped warhorse.
It’s just another round of ranking mode, with thousands of troops competing on a single-plank bridge, and the game is going on again.
Lu Yao has been playing ranked life games for more than 20 years, and he just wants to be an amateur god in the simulator.
On weekdays, I eat melons in the pixel world, watch the little people farming and building, fight monsters when I have nothing to do, and make friends with other god players who have entered through martial arts... I have witnessed the change of eras, but I remain unmoved and enjoy the leisurely life of a god.
When the conditions are ripe one day, he will try to take the pixel people to visit other worlds.
Lu Yao calculated that he already had 26 faith items without realizing it, and he could gain 1,776 points of faith every day. This fixed income was quite considerable.
Not to mention, the upper right corner shows.
Faith: 104,419.
His faith reserves exceeded 100,000 for the first time, his firepower was more abundant than ever before, and with apostles guarding the temple, he was not afraid of being robbed.
In the pixel world, I have a slight advantage.
Well, it's time to start trying to change the world!
Lu Yao initially set two goals, one big and one small.
The long-term goal is to capture the golden fields and break through the abyss.
The short-term goal is to use the East Continent as a test field, try to transform the terrain and release species, and see if we can create an environment and ecology.
Lu Yao turned on the old computer at home and plugged in the USB drive.
The simulator really works.
As melodious music sounded, the pixel world unfolded on the computer screen again.
Lu Yao took out a tin box that he had prepared.
It was filled with earthworms he got from his father, a fishing enthusiast, and this was his next gift.
He placed the first earthworm on the mouse, and the wriggling worm quickly disappeared without a trace.
Lu Yao looked at the screen.
[Unknown earthworms are reducing their dimensions...]
Under the brown earthworm icon, the progress bar gradually finishes.
Lu Yao clicked the earthworm and placed it on a small island west of the Western Continent, then released the mouse.
A new prompt popped up on the screen.
【Unknown earthworms have entered this world.】
…
【Unknown earthworm LV1】
HP: 51/51Mana : 1/ 1Damage: 1Defense : 2Speed : 3 [Drill]
It can flexibly drill holes and move underground without affecting speed.
…
Lu Yao looked at it from a bird's-eye view.
A large brown earthworm appeared on the island, moving slowly on the ground.
Before the earthworm had taken a few steps, a group of man-eating crabs suddenly rushed out and attacked the earthworm with their claws. The man-eating crabs smiled and ran towards the sea with their prey.
[The unknown earthworm failed to integrate into the world. 】
Lu Yao picked up the second earthworm with tweezers and threw it in again.
He almost exhausted a small box of earthworms and finally succeeded in finding a dimensionality-reduced species that could adapt to the pixel world.
【The unknown earthworm successfully integrated into the world. 】
You named it ___.
Lu Yao still uses characteristics to name things.
…
【Split Earthworm LV1】
HP: 35/ 35Mana: 1/ 1Damage: 1Defense : 1Speed : 3 [Drill]
It can flexibly drill holes and move underground without affecting speed.
【Split】
When it senses danger, it will split itself into two and flee, and each part will gradually turn into a complete individual.
…
Just when Lu Yao was about to see the changes that this new species would bring to the surroundings, he heard his mother's voice urging him to eat outside.
He put down the mouse and flexed his fingers.
The gods also have to celebrate the New Year, so take a rest tonight.
…
In the confinement room.
Jia Xiaokai stroked his hair with his hand: "... That's all I know about the Whistleblower. The ability of this title is the Whistle. The whistle made by the Whistleblower will continue to grow. The more believers it controls, the stronger the whistle becomes. The requirement for using it is to be a God."
"They are not as good as the Skinners in this regard. They have a special ability to recast idols. They can split idols, and it seems that they can split them several times. But the price is that the faith gain of each idol is halved or only a fraction of it?"
He rubbed his hands and said, "Today is Chinese New Year, and I want to make a phone call. According to relevant laws and regulations, this is reasonable."
"After I turned myself in, I have been actively reforming myself over the past two years..."
Song Shiyi interrupted him: "You turned yourself in because you were cursed by the Whistleblower and could not use the props of faith. You are seeking the protection of the committee [Nandou]."
Jia Xiaokai didn't care: "Prosecutor Song, don't be so unkind."
"Who are you calling?"
There is no mistake in the poem, post, content, and read the book on 6, 9, and bar!
"My cousin Huang Liaoxin."
Song Shiyi took out a brand new mobile phone and placed it on the table: "Please use the hands-free mode throughout the process. The committee will also record the relevant data simultaneously."
"It doesn't matter, just remember it. It's just an ordinary phone call."
Jia Xiaokai picked up the phone, entered a number, and after a few beeps, the call was connected.
"It's me."
"…I encountered some problems. I'm hiding outside for a while. I'll go back after it's over."
Jia Xiaokai said calmly, "I just wanted to celebrate the New Year. I called you."
"If you have time, please help me sweep the grave. If you don't have time, forget it."
He hung up the phone and said thank you.
"Prosecutor Song, are you going home for the New Year?"
Song Shiyi just picked up her phone and left.
…
In the empty apartment, there was a large plate of stir-fried pork intestines on the coffee table.
Song Shiyi ate slowly with a bowl of rice.
Mingzai stood on the edge of the plate, pecked out all the peppercorns and chili peppers with his beak, and piled half of them in a small bowl nearby.
On the 70-inch TV screen, the host announced the New Year countdown, and everyone on the screen was smiling.
The cell phone on the coffee table suddenly vibrated.
My parents called me via video.
Song Shiyi wiped her mouth, tidied her hair, and then answered the phone.
"Are you still busy?"
“A little.”
"Take care of yourself. Although you are busy at work, you still need to eat well and go to bed on time... Can you go home next year?"
"I'll go for it."
"Then... Happy New Year!"
"You too, love you."
Song Shiyi also smiled at the camera of her mobile phone and made a heart shape with her hands skillfully.
Close your phone.
She looked at her companions at the table.
"It's the New Year, Happy New Year, Mingzai."
The little sparrow shook its wings: "Happy New Year, Happy New Year."
Song Shiyi looked out the window. Outside the huge French window, most of the buildings were brightly lit, and fireworks were lit in the distance.
Only at times like this does Song Shiyi hope that she can remember better.
She habitually opened her cell phone and began to check recent work records and memos.
When I saw the name Mary, there was a small stick figure drawing next to the memo, showing a girl wearing sunglasses and covering herself tightly.
Song Shiyi clicked on the note next to it, and her own voice came from it.
"I always feel that Miss Mary is very similar to me in many ways."
“If there is a chance, invite her to be a volunteer next time so that I can chat with her.”
Who is Mary?
Song Shiyi looked up this entry, trying to find the connection between herself and the other person through the text and voice.
Mingzai on the coffee table waved his wings and chirped.
"Master, Master, it's time to hunt the gods."
Song Shiyi played with her phone without raising her head: "The alarm didn't ring, it's not time yet."
"Go early, you might be able to catch something rare and powerful."
Song Shiyi covered her mouth and yawned: "Mingzai, what kind of person is Miss Mary?"
Mingzi immediately became alert: "She is probably a bad woman, Master, you'd better stay away from her."
"Why do you have such a big problem with her?"
"intuition!"
"Then I have to deal with her properly. It is one of the prosecutor's duties to identify bad guys and bring them to justice."
"No, Master! Please trust me!"
Song Shiyi stretched and looked at her phone: "There are still twelve minutes left, buy some clothes! I need new clothes for the New Year!"
She slid her fingers across the screen, humming softly, "Wear my new clothes~"
Thanks to: Ephemeral Wing supported 10,000 Qidian coins, Crying Madman supported 1,500 Qidian coins, and Crying Madman supported 500 Qidian coins.
(End of this chapter)