Xuan Ming's arrival finally made Bei Ming feel threatened.
He began to follow Zhuang Li closely, forcing Zhuang Li to repeatedly assure him that he would live with him in this world until the end of his life.
After a few days, no disaster occurred and everyone breathed a sigh of relief.
The sudden and extreme changes in weather conditions within a single day convinced everyone that gods existed in this world. However, this realization did not frighten anyone, as humans had already defeated the gods and gained the power to dominate the world.
The global climate disaster disappeared, the meteorite was blown into pieces, and the hordes of zombies were still alive, but they couldn't jump around for long.
The rapid spread of carrion-eating fungi is decimating this population.
Every day, the army would use large trucks to bring back tons of zombie crystal cores for Zhuang Li, including the crystal cores of high-level zombies, elite zombies, and even the zombie king.
Zhuang Li sensed the thirst for space and poured all the crystal cores into the spring.
The water in the spring boils daily, constantly releasing a thick white mist. The area enveloped by this mist appears to be growing ever wider. After measuring, Zhuang Li discovered the secret of space: it can continuously expand by absorbing crystal cores.
Fortunately, this world lacks everything except crystal cores. The army goes out to patrol various places every day and always returns with a full load.
So Zhuang Li transformed this ever-expanding space into his own private laboratory, moving all kinds of high-precision instruments, rare materials, and experimental samples into it.
Over time, this space became fully equipped with everything. If Zhuang Li wanted to, he could even build a spaceship inside.
Bei Ming is responsible for clearing out those taskers who are trapped in this world and cannot leave.
When the Lord of the Apocalypse launched the world-destroying disaster, he blocked the time and space channel of this world. After his death, Xuanming arrived in time and sealed the channel that was slowly opening again.
So those taskers became trapped in a jar and could only keep escaping.
But Bei Ming always has a way to pull them out from the most hidden corners and kill them.
Since he was Zhuang Li's teammate, all points earned from the taskers he killed ultimately went to Zhuang Li. Points earned from the zombies that died every day due to the decaying fungi also went to Zhuang Li.
7480 read the picture books crazily every day and did not do any real work, but the points in the warehouse soared at an alarming rate.
When it gets tired of reading, it will open its vault, count out its coins, and then put its hands on its hips and laugh wildly: "Hahahahaha! This is the highest realm of living off a gigolo! Two great gods support me, I must be the happiest kid in the world!"
It grabbed a handful of points with its chubby little hands, scattered them into the sky, and then rolled into the pile of money.
At this moment, a strange number 54088 appeared in its friend list.
54088 opened his mouth and said, "Let your master come and talk to me."
7480 was startled and scrambled out of the pile of money, asking, "Who are you?"
"You? Take a good look at? My number." 54088's tone sounded very arrogant.
7480 asked stupidly, "Does this number mean 'I'm your dad'?"
54088 laughed twice triumphantly.
7480, having reacted in time, flew into a rage: "Go to hell! How dare you play tricks on me! I told you to look at my power!" It rolled up its sleeves, as if ready to fight, but suddenly cupped its hands to its mouth and shouted: "Master, Master, come and see! My management backend has been hacked by a system!"
54088: “…”
Zhuang Li's icy voice rang out immediately: "Who invaded you?"
"Was it!" 7480 pointed to the friend list, only to see that 54088 had become 04588.
Fuck! Isn't this discrimination? Just now it said "I am your father", but as soon as the master came, it instantly changed to "You are my father"! This system is so shameless!
That's not right! The number given by the Lord God cannot be changed at will!
7480 people realized it belatedly and reacted.
The 04588 quickly said in a flattering manner, "Hello, Master's wife."
Zhuang Li understood everything as soon as he heard this: "Are you Xuanming's system?"
04588 nodded humbly: "Yes, yes, you can contact the master through me in the future."
"Where is Xuanming?" Zhuang Li asked.
"He's fighting." 04588 whimpered in frustration as soon as he finished speaking, as if he was disgusted with his own clumsiness. He immediately changed his words: "The master is cleaning the Lord of the Apocalypse's land. It's too dirty to be inhabited."
If they want to grab the territory, then grab the territory. Why talk about cleaning? Zhuang Li couldn't help laughing and said softly, "Okay, I know. Thank you for telling me."
"No need to thank me, my master's wife. I'll be leaving first." 04588 glanced at 7480 shyly, then disappeared.
Watching its profile picture turn from green to gray, 7480 quickly complained, "It just called the number 54088. How arrogant! Master, you must put an end to its arrogance from now on."
Zhuang Li chuckled and said, "I think it's quite honest. Are you lying?"
7480: “…”
Damn, this system is so insidious!
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Five years later, the zombies scattered around the world were finally completely disintegrated, and the disinfectant invented by Zhuang Li also eliminated the decay-eating fungi. The decay-eating fungi and the zombies are actually the same type of disaster.
After getting to know Xuan Ming, Zhuang Li once set a bottom line for himself, which is that he cannot allow uncontrollable science and technology to appear in human society.
Except for the world of vampires, he always adheres to this bottom line.
Decades later, this devastated world gradually recovered its former prosperity.
Bei Ming lived for more than two hundred years, and Zhuang Li absorbed the spiritual mist in the space every day and also lived for more than two hundred years. In the end, the two of them left this world at the same time, hand in hand.
When Zhuang Li opened his eyes again, 7480 nervously said, "Master, this is also a world without scripts."
"Trial field?" Zhuang Li reacted immediately.
"Yes, this should also be a trial ground, and each trial ground is managed by a demigod."
"Which demigods are around the Lord God?"
"I only know about the Lord of the Apocalypse, the Lord of Terror, and the Lord of the Spiritual Mirror," 7480 introduced. "I won't go into detail about the Lord of the Apocalypse. The Lord of Terror and the Lord of the Spiritual Mirror are twin brothers. From what I've heard, some systems say their trial fields are separate, while others say they overlap. I'm not entirely sure what the specifics are."
Zhuang Li pondered for a moment before chuckling softly, "The outer world and the inner world?"
"Huh?" 7480 was still confused.
Zhuang Li checked 04588's profile picture and found that it was still gray, which meant that Xuanming was still fighting.
The speed of time flowing there is obviously different from that on Zhuang Li's side.
One day in heaven is equivalent to a hundred years on earth, Zhuang Li guessed.
Then he began to look at the body and the surrounding environment.
This is an office that's neither fish nor fowl. Why? Because a cursive calligraphy of the Chinese character "Buddha" hangs on the wall, while the shrine enshrines the Three Pure Ones of Taoism. A bronze mirror hangs by the entrance, and on the desk are feudal and superstitious items like an eight-diagram compass, a yin-yang chalice, a wooden fish, and a fortune stick.
The original owner wore a suit inside and a Taoist robe outside, looking completely unreliable.
"Charlatan?" Zhuang Li smiled with interest.
He has never tried to be a charlatan in modern times.
He immediately opened a laptop on the table and searched for information about the original owner. He soon discovered that the original owner was using monitoring software to monitor the situation in a reception room in real time.
A very beautiful woman walked into the reception room carrying a cup of hot tea and said softly, "Sir, those who come to Mr. Zhuang for fortune-telling must register first according to the rules. What is your name? How many people are there in your family? What did you do in the past..."
The old man sitting in the reception room said in detail: "My name is XXX..."
After seeing this, Zhuang Li understood everything.
The original owner was truly a mystical charlatan. Clients seeking his fortune were stopped by his secretary in the reception room and interrogated, while he used surveillance equipment to simultaneously monitor and record the clients' private information.
When the secretary brings the person in, he tells the person's fortune based on this information.
Of course, this trick can only fool old men and women, and ordinary young people will not fall for it.
No wonder there were only two thousand yuan left in the original owner's bank card. This was a very crude scam and he couldn't make ends meet anymore.
Fortunately, this three-story store was bought by the original owner's parents before they died, not rented, otherwise the high monthly rent alone would be enough for him to bear.
Zhuang Li checked the original owner's information and shook his head and laughed.
7480 said with a hint of worry, "Master, modern people aren't as easy to fool as the ancients. Can you still be a charlatan?"
"Don't worry, in modern times, I can only calculate more accurately." Zhuang Li typed the old man's name into the Internet to find the other party's in-depth information.
Just then, a group of burly men with tattoos on their arms burst into the reception room and demanded fiercely, "Where is Zhuang Li?"
"Everyone, do you want to have your fortune told? This old gentleman came first, please line up. I have a registration form here, please fill it out." The woman handed out a form with a timid expression on her face.
The burly man in the lead waved away the woman's hand and grinned, "Don't play these kinds of tricks in front of me! First you try to trick me into saying something, then you tell me my fortune. Do you think I'm stupid? Is Zhuang Li upstairs? Brothers, let's go!"
They walked into the fortune-telling parlor, cursing and shouting, attracting nearby residents and merchants to come and watch the fun.
Anyone with a bit of common sense could tell whether Zhuang Li was the real deal or just a facade. Consequently, his place was always deserted, with no one paying any attention.
Look, today, I finally caught a fat sheep, but it was messed up by a group of thugs. I don’t know how Dao Zhuangli got into such trouble.
The excuse that they were deceived and came to mess things up was untenable. Whether they had come to have their fortunes told or not was obvious to everyone.
The brave neighbors followed up to the second floor to watch.
At this moment, Zhuang Li had already taken photos of the faces of these burly men and asked 7480 to search for them through the public security agency's internal network.
He expected that there would be a few of these people who would leave a criminal record.
As expected, 7480 shouted loudly, "Found it!"
Without saying much, it quickly passed the criminal records of these people to Zhuang Li. Through these clues, Zhuang Li quickly found out their names, home addresses, social backgrounds, mobile phone numbers and other related information. He also used these people's mobile phone numbers to hack into their various chat software and found out the reason why they came to cause trouble for the original owner.
A huge amount of information flashed across the computer screen and was instantly memorized by Zhuang Li, who picked out the key clues.
Everything these people say and do in their daily lives can indicate their next actions, and the words and actions of certain people related to them will inevitably affect their fate.
These words, actions, love, hate, and interests are what religious people call "causal lines."
Zhuang Li, who captured all these "causal lines" through the Internet, prepared to help this group of people calculate their fortunes.
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