【……】
[Determining the reason...]
【The reasons are reasonable and the identification is successful. 】
【——Parental love is the greatest. 】
Jian Busian didn't expect that his unintentional move would actually succeed. He continued to ask: "So, is this thing I pointed out a god or a monster?"
In fact, it doesn’t matter which one it is, as long as it doesn’t prevent him from eating the other one.
【……】
The Scarlet Letter fell silent.
After a moment, new text pops up again.
【He is the dark god.】
[But whether he is a god who can save mankind and eliminate the plague is up to the players to decide.]
The red letter disappears.
The dim light of the oil lamp flickered. Jian Busian slowly stood up, touched the little boy's fluffy head, and said with a smile: "Look, didn't I bring you to see Daddy?"
The little boy said nothing, lowered his head, and clutched the corner of Jane's clothes tightly.
I can't tell whether he is happy or unhappy.
Jian Busian felt that he couldn't understand the child's emotions.
If a child wants a father, he will bring the child to be his godfather. Isn’t this something to be happy about?
Suddenly, a cold wind blew past.
The flickering oil lamp was blown out in an instant, and a few seconds later, the light lit up again strangely, and the long corridor was filled with dark yellow flames.
Jian Busian subconsciously looked at the painting in front of him.
…The people in the painting disappeared! Only the empty background remained.
The audience in the live broadcast room were instantly horrified, but Jian Bumian was overjoyed.
...He didn't even have to bother to pick the food out of the painting?
The next moment, the little boy, who had seen something, suddenly had a stiff face. His pale little hands clutched Jane Busian's white robe and whispered, "Mom, Mom, I don't want Dad anymore..."
Jian Busian blinked and opened his eyes again. Sure enough, in the darkness in front of him, there stood a tall figure quietly.
The man still maintained the posture in the painting, standing in the darkness with his eyes half closed. He was like a perfect and cold ancient Roman sculpture. Although he did not move at all, he could make people feel the deep fear from the bones.
But Jane Bumian did not feel fear, only excitement, and her long-hungry appetite was rumbling.
He licked his lips, leaving light traces of water on his lips which were very suitable for kissing.
I wonder what the Dark God NPC would taste like.
Black Forest Cake?
The man suddenly opened his eyes, and his narrow pupils revealed golden pupils. He lowered his eyelids and saw Jian Busian, who was more than a head shorter than him.
A magnetic and steady voice, like an expensive cello, slowly sounded: "You are..."
Jian Bushian was too lazy to introduce himself, and he didn't want to drag his feet like he did in the previous copy.
He stood there obediently, raised his head, and said very politely: "Sir, can I eat you?"
His voice was still soft and without any temper, which would be very suitable for saying sweet words and singing, but unfortunately he only wanted to use it to ask for food.
The man frowned slightly after hearing Jian Bumian's request.
Jian Bumian: "..."
If the NPC doesn't agree, he will have to force himself on her.
Although this does seem immoral, after all, he and this NPC were a loving family just a second ago.
The next second he wants to eat the other person.
The man's golden eyes moved slightly, and he said coldly: "You want to eat me?"
Jian Busian nodded, without any hesitation on her pretty face.
The man was silent for a moment, then slowly walked towards Jian Bumian. His military boots stepped on the carpet like some large cat, without any sound, but very dangerous.
“It’s not impossible.”
Jian Busian's eyes lit up and his mouth was filled with joy.
The man continued in a deep voice:
"But only a little bit."
The man bit the black glove with his thin lips, and the glove fell to the ground. His sharp teeth cut the pale and slender fingertips, and thick red blood flowed out.
He leaned over, lifted Jane Busian's chin unexpectedly, and smeared the blood on his lips.
The touch of the boy's lips was warm and soft, reminiscent of some delicious jelly.
The bright red blood bloomed between his lips like a gorgeous flower bud.
Jian Busian subconsciously stuck out his tongue and licked the blood between his lips.
...The blood of NPCs is different from the blood of ordinary players. It contains powerful power that can make Jian Bumian feel unprecedented comfort. It seems that something deep in his soul is striving to burst out.
He opened his eyes wide, his eyelashes trembling, and all he could see was the extremely handsome face of this NPC, which was almost face to face with him.
……not enough.
Too little, not enough to eat.
Jane Bumian wanted to eat a lot more.
But the man said ruthlessly, "I can only give you this much."
Jane Bumian: “????”
???
You can’t be such a shitty NPC!
"And a little reward is needed."
Jian Bumian: "..."
Why didn’t you tell me before eating?
Forced buying and selling!
Despite this, Jian Busian suppressed his dissatisfaction. After all, people really have to pay for food and can't get it for free. He said in a calm voice: "What reward? I don't have any money..."
The man released the hand that was pinching Jian Busian's chin, lowered his eyes, and stared at the other's lips that were just stained with his blood, his eyes deep.
"Put me together in this world."
“…”
Jian Busian didn't understand the meaning of this sentence.
He was about to ask for clarification, but the man had disappeared into the darkness, and the figure disappeared from the painting.
...This NPC asked him to help put himself together?
It’s not a puzzle, how can I put it together?
Jian Busian frowned. He opened the live broadcast room and wanted to hear the audience's opinions.
But the audience did not see the man feeding him blood, nor did they hear the conversation between the man and him.
The camera in the live broadcast room stayed on the moment when Jian Bumian identified the portrait as "the child's father."
Then the live broadcast room got stuck like never before!
All the audience were anxious.
After a few minutes, the picture reappeared in the live broadcast room.
The person in the portrait has disappeared.
——The audience all noticed that there were faint red marks on Jane Busian’s lips.
One could even see faint finger marks on Jian Busian's white, pointed chin, which showed that she had obviously been pinched by a man.
[Ahhh, my wife was kissed! ! ]
[Tell me quickly, I was kissed, I was kissed, and I was kissed hard! ]
[My wife's lips are so tender, I can't resist kissing them! ]
[Ahh, my wife is being pinched on the chin and kissed/////]
Jian Bumian: "..."
Why are audiences so good at imagining things this time?
It is clear that his only relationship with the NPC is food.
Jian Bumian explained obediently: "I didn't kiss anyone, it was just... I accidentally bit my lip when I was talking, and it bled."
He certainly doesn't look like the type to kiss anyone casually.
Jian Busian turned off the live broadcast room.
The little boy who had been silent all this time tugged at the corner of Jane Bumian's clothes: "Mom, let's go back. I, I don't want to see Dad again..."
“…”
Jane Bumian: "Why?"
The child's tone was very straightforward without any disguise: "I think my father is not a good person. I saw him bullying my mother."
Jian Bumian: "..."
When children see "blood", they will easily associate it with bullying.
Jian Busian patted the little boy's golden hair and said, "I don't like your dad either."
Who would like a black-hearted merchant who forces purchases or sales on you?
******
Twelve o'clock in the morning.
Jian Busian was able to survive because his reasons for identification were correct.
Now there are only a few players gathered in the church hall, most of them are old players.
They referred to the reasons given by many failed players and speculated that the reasons for the accusation might be related to the background of this copy.
Even if their reasons for identification were barely reasonable, what they identified were not gods, but monsters.
Some players were killed by monsters, while a small number of others survived.
They were covered in blood, had injuries of varying degrees, and looked in a miserable state.
In the center of the church dome, lines of scrolling text appeared.
What appears are the names of the surviving players and the "things" they have identified.
Either they are the source of infection from the Black Death or they are strange monsters.
As Jane Bumian walked down the spiral staircase, her name appeared in the scrolling text.
[Player Jian Bumian, the reason for the identification is reasonable, the result of the identification is - the Dark God. ]
Jian Busian actually identified the god? !
Some players showed signs of joy.
"We've found the god, does this mean we can now perform the sacrificial ritual?! After completing the sacrificial ritual we can clear the level, right?!"
New scarlet letters appeared in the dome.
[Note that players need to find the "correct god" before they can perform the sacrificial ceremony.]
The huge blood-red text, like rows of insurmountable walls, weighed heavily on the players.
The right god...?
The rules released at the beginning of this copy did emphasize the need for the "correct god".
This proves that there is more than one god in this copy.
And players need to figure out who is the correct god.
But... there are only two days left, and they have to use one of them to hold a sacrificial ceremony, which means they must find all the gods before the end of tomorrow and choose who is the correct god.
There is a lot that needs to be done.
It also consumes a lot of lives...
All the players looked heavy-hearted.
Jian Busian sat on the windowsill, letting the sunlight fall on his body. His whole body was warmed by the tan. The breeze blew up his robe, revealing the boy's fair and slender ankles. The golden anklets made a crisp sound in the wind.
Jian Bumian's speculation is the same as what the players think.
There is more than one god in this copy.
He raised his hand and nonchalantly rubbed the head of the little boy next to him. The child's hair was very soft and felt like that of a golden kitten.
The little boy's attention was focused on the players in the church.
No matter how bright the sun was, there was still a gloomy atmosphere of death hanging over the players.
He sat down next to Jian Bumian, pressed tightly against her, and whispered softly, "Mom, I'm scared..."
He quietly took his mother's hand and wanted to hold her hand.
Unfortunately, Jian Bumian refused to let him lead the child and just kept his eyes on the child.
I have to say, this NPC is very good-looking, with thick eyelashes, overly large blue eyes, soft golden hair, milky white skin, and cute and childish facial features.
Like the little angels in Western paintings, with blonde hair, blue eyes, and small wings, the kind that surround the woman and blow the trumpet.
Angel……?
Jane Busian narrowed her eyes.
...Since the Dark God exists in this copy, could there be the opposite of the Dark God - the God of Light?
As for who the God of Light would be, the answer quietly emerged in Jian Busian's heart.
It’s really easy to guess.
Just as Jian Bumian was thinking, a scream suddenly broke out among the players.
"The statue in the temple is gone!!"
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Improved the text:
Shen Luo is a neglected illegitimate child who is confined to the manor and cannot go out to see anyone.
He was delicate and pretty, with a slender body, like a poor little canary.
One day, his phone had an app that could connect to countless virtual worlds. He was the creator of those worlds, able to call the wind and rain and mobilize everything.
Horror world.
He made the most terrifying evil spirit appear, accompanied by festive BGM.
"Good luck to you" turned out to be the only kindness this evil ghost received.
Orc world.
He turned the monarch, who was born without emotions, into a willful pink cat ball.
Monarch: ... (hiss, being rubbed feels pretty good)
Western fantasy world.
The most unpopular demon race was turned into the most popular race by him.
A bunch of inferiority-complexioned plush bats were flattered. The little bats said: Chirp chirp QAQ!
At first they thought it was just a prank, but later they found it was the favor from the Creator, warm and lovely.
Later, the APP broke through the dimensional wall and the world lines merged.
They discovered that their Majesty was confined to the manor, no one cared about him, he was thin and pale, and even his mobile phone could not connect to the Internet. He could only immerse himself in that strange APP every day.
The people from all dimensions of the world are angry!
They don’t care about all that “illegitimate children” and “rich families” bullshit.
The great and warm Creator must never be treated like this!!!
*A sweet and healing story about redeeming each other.
*Don't be afraid of loneliness, believe in warmth.
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