After the high-intensity audience with the gods, Cheng Shi finally had a short break.
He rested in the rest area for a day, but he was not idle during this day. Instead, he sorted out his knowledge one by one. He felt more and more that it was hopeless to just sit and wait for death. The only way to gain a respite on this terrifying established path was to take the initiative.
Even if you cannot reverse this established trend, at least you should be a wise man before the real "nothingness" comes. At least in this way, when the times change, you may know what arrangements and backup plans you should make to avoid risks.
As for whether these things are useful...
Do your best and leave the rest to fate.
So after thinking about it for another night, Cheng Shi finally decided to find some helpers for himself.
The first targets he aimed at were the believers of the God of Fun and all kinds of clowns.
Cheng Shi knew that when it came to matters concerning them, Big Cat was better than the clowns in terms of both strength and status, but the only "bad" thing about her was that she believed in fate...
People with destiny all believe in fate, but [fate] has already gone astray and deviated from [fraud]. Even if Cheng Shi believes that he is favored by [fate], he dare not loudly "secretly" plot "rebellion" under its nose.
So he still chose the clown. It was not about trust, but about faith.
And the clown meeting that was promised to everyone has never been held. Now that we count them carefully, the clown meeting can be considered "quite large-scale". We might as well use this clown meeting as a trigger to explode the undercurrent beneath the calm.
After making the decision, Cheng Shi immediately went to find Zhang Jizu.
Don’t forget that this “fake organization” has two founders. Others may not know it, but the two parties involved know it very well.
Cheng Shi thought that he had already obtained the meeting place from Big Cat, but he couldn't let a bunch of people stand in the void to hold a meeting with nothing in it. That would be too embarrassing.
So he used the key sent by Zhang Jizu to open the bone door again, and fell into the mass grave beside the cemetery with ease.
Apparently, a certain Chosen God of Death did not set up any preferential options for his friends. Looking at the familiar grave and the long slope, Cheng Shi rang the "doorbell" speechlessly.
"Hello, hello, are you home, are you home?"
A huge roar sounded at the side of the cemetery, and soon a head popped out from the slope.
Seeing the host coming, Cheng Shi angrily scolded: "Can you be more sincere in your hospitality?"
Zhang Jizu, who was on the slope, narrowed his eyes and smiled:
“How sincere?
Zhen from Zhen Xin, Cheng from Cheng Shi?
Compared to these two, I feel that my hospitality is sincere enough.”
"?"
You have a problem!
Cheng Shi was just about to say a few more words, but unexpectedly Zhang Jizu snapped his fingers, and he disappeared down the long slope and appeared in the real cemetery.
He turned around quickly with his skull hopping, only to see Zhang Jizu slowly approaching from behind him, in the direction of Changpo, saying as he walked:
"I improved the 'access control' system, but due to the limitation of the magic circle, I still haven't found a good breath recognition tool.
But I think this is fine. After all, if someone is impersonating me, the rigid props won’t help me identify whether the person is a friend or an enemy.
Manual and semi-automatic identification processes are still a necessary step in this defense process.”
"......"
Zhang Wenjian is as steady as ever, but the word "steady" seems to be gradually turning into "cheap"...
I don’t know who he learned this bad thing from.
Cheng Shi rolled his eyes and failed. But at this moment, he was no longer concerned about what Zhang Jizu was saying.
You know, if you want to see a person clearly, the most important thing is to see what he does.
Staring at the row of tombstones in front of him, and seeing the names of the gods engraved on them, Cheng Shi finally came to his senses.
"Tsk, although it is said that slow work produces fine work, but Mr. Zhang, isn't your work efficiency a bit too slow? Is this still the pragmatic and efficient Chosen One of Death that I know?
What? Is the engraving hot?
Otherwise, how do we explain that the names of those chosen by God have not yet been added to these tombstones?
Delayed by something?
Fine, fine, keep your excuses and go to them to argue, I will definitely complain to you..."
Before he could finish his words, Zhang Jizu narrowed his eyes and glanced at the little bone on the ground, picked it up and placed it on top of the [Order] tombstone, then took out a camera from somewhere, and under the stunned gaze of the little skull, with a "click", he took the first photo of Cheng Shi in this game.
"?"
Cheng Shi looked at Lao Zhang with doubtful eyes, but heard him say slowly:
"This is my explanation. A player disguised as a believer of Death kept driving me to do this and that, so that I no longer had the energy to continue the maintenance of these carvings.
I couldn't beat him, so I could only let him do what he wanted.
How about this explanation? Is it satisfactory? "
"???"
Cheng Shi was shocked.
No, buddy, do you have a hole in your head?
If there is nothing wrong with his brain, how could he come up with such an excuse like cerebellar atrophy?
This is almost as good as the feat I put in front of you to pretend to be that adult...
Are you still looking at Lao Zhang?
Oh no, could you be some unlucky guy with the surname Zhen?
The eye sockets of the little skull were wrinkled, and he looked at Old Zhang with a scrutinizing look. As a believer of [Fraud], Zhang Jizu obviously guessed what Cheng Shi was thinking.
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