Over the years, no god's favored one has asked for any reward after helping the residents.
The residents would not give it voluntarily, mainly because the gods' followers in Qiming City had the best food, clothing and other necessities. Whatever they wanted would naturally be prepared by the gods' servants. Money was really just a thing outside of their bodies to them.
As a result, now, when the god who was asked for help asked for payment, the NPC's first reaction was that the other party was wrong.
Zhang Daoan was very patient. He even waved his outstretched hand, using his gesture to vividly show that he was indeed not wrong and that what he wanted was the reward.
Are you kidding
"Sir God..." The NPC looked stunned and smiled funny, "Sir, you really love to joke."
She herself didn't believe what she said.
Zhang Daoan looked like a very serious person. Even when he was wearing a loose white divine robe, it felt like the robe had changed its appearance on him, making him look inexplicably slim and straight.
After she said this, Zhang Daoan really put his hand back.
"No reward?"
"ah… "
"I'm not unwilling to help." After saying that, Zhang Daoan turned around and left without looking back.
The NPC stays where it is.
The gods' followers are always very enthusiastic in helping the residents of the city, and this has not changed over the years.
This was the first time that a divine messenger asked for compensation and left without getting any.
The NPC's gaze followed the direction he left for a long time.
For the whole morning, while Wei Yuan and his companions were actively helping the residents of the city and trying to collect "divine power", Zhang Daoan was walking through the city, looking no different from an ordinary god's dependent... Well, not really, he would soon be different.
Zhang Daoan had an extra bag of money in his hand, which was contributed by the only resident who really needed help urgently in the morning.
In the morning, when Wei Yuan and his colleagues had each completed at least five or six commissions, Zhang Daoan only completed this one.
But if you look down at Qiming City, Zhang Daoan is the one among all the gods' followers who roams the widest area and comes into contact with the most residents.
This is normal. After Wei Yuan and his team entered the neighborhood, they soon received requests for help from residents.
Something like "I want to move this cabinet over there, but I can't. Can Lord Shenjuan help me move it?"
After receiving help, the residents wanted to retain the gods' favored ones and had a lot of good things to say to them.
In this case, the task may only take one or two minutes to complete, but it may take half an hour to deal with the enthusiastic residents.
Zhang Daoan is different.
Hearing the request for help, he held out his hand and said, "Is there any reward? If not, I won't help."
On average, one is every ten seconds, and it takes less than five minutes to walk a block.
Soon, his legend spread among the residents of the city.
It is said that there is a scum among the gods' favored ones who will not help unless paid.
The only NPC that Zhang Daoan helped was also a coincidence. He was walking on the street and happened to hear screams coming from a house.
Zhang Daoan knocked on the door and a woman with blood on her head ran out.
When the woman rushed to the door and saw him, she immediately cried for help, "Sir Shenjuan, help me!"
Behind her, a drunk man pushed open the door with a bottle of wine. When he saw Zhang Daoan, he was stunned for a moment, then touched his head a little embarrassedly.
"Sir Shenjuan, I'm sorry, this woman offended you. I will take her back immediately."
"etc."
The man was stunned for a moment, then reacted a little slowly.
It was no secret in the city that he was a domestic abuser, and he had been dissuaded from doing so by the gods before.
But the loving gods love all humans, and their loved ones will not punish him. At most, they will say a few words to him.
It is enough for him to show repentance in front of the gods and their servants.
At this moment, the man was about to speak and wanted to express his remorse again, but the strange Lord of God in front of him just looked at the woman who was slumped on the ground.
"Need any help, ma'am?"
The woman nodded quickly: "Yes! I need it!!"
Even if it was just temporary persuasion that could stop her husband from beating her today, it would be fine.
"Reward." Zhang Daoan stretched out his hand.
"What... what reward?"
This time, the divine favor seems to be different from the previous ones...
Just as the woman was thinking this, the divine disciple in front of her explained it patiently.
"You have to pay for asking me for help. As long as you can afford it, I will consider any request."
—Any request.
The woman stared at him blankly, as if she vaguely understood something.
Qiming City, ruled by the gods, is a happy and peaceful city. Under the watchful eyes of the gods, everyone must feel happy and satisfied.
Naturally, a broken marriage is proof that life is unhappy, so don't even think about divorce.
But at this moment, the God's favored one in front of him looked so gentle and cold, just like he said, as long as he was willing to pay the price, he could do everything.
"I... I want to get rid of him!" The woman trembled all over and pointed her finger at her husband in front of her.
She was this man's second wife. His ex-wife was said to have died of illness, but the woman went to see the poor woman's funeral and it was obvious that she was beaten to death!
However, killing is prohibited in Qiming City, and anyone who violates the will of God will be punished by God. The man has been living well, so naturally no one dares to say that his wife was killed by him.
"If I don't get rid of him, I will die sooner or later..." Tears flowed from the woman's eyes, "I am willing to pay any reward! As long as I can get rid of this man!"
Zhang Daoan smiled and said, "As you wish."
Then he stretched out his hand—
The domestic violence man hadn't reacted yet. The alcohol had numbed his nerves, causing him to continue mocking and threatening his second wife who was no match for him at all.
"Reward? What money do you have? You still want to get rid of me? You're looking for death..."
A red line that was invisible to the naked eye shot out from Zhang Daoan's hand and instantly pierced the man's neck.
Until his death, the man still didn't react.
Under the rule of a benevolent god, the gods' followers have the softest voices and the gentlest temperaments.
How could they... kill people...
When the body fell heavily to the ground, the woman who was lying there came to her senses.
She stared blankly at the corpse in front of her, and after a while her expression looked like she wanted to laugh, but also wanted to cry.
"Dead... Really dead..."
He finally died!!
From now on, I don't have to worry all the time whether I will be beaten in the next second, or whether I can survive the next year... But he is dead... What should I do
Will the gods punish me
But this was a person killed by the gods... Why would the gods kill people?
The woman raised her head in a trance and looked at Zhang Daoan.
Zhang Daoan stood there, blocking the sunlight behind him.
A shadow fell on the woman's face, and he simply reached out his hand again.
"remuneration."
"Reward... Reward, oh, oh yes... Reward..."
The woman staggered to her feet, walked back into the house, and quickly came out with a purse.
“That’s all the money we have at home…”
Zhang Daoan opened his purse and poured out half of it.
"That's enough."
After saying that, he turned and left the room, leaving behind the woman who could no longer stand and a corpse lying straight on the ground.
It only took five minutes to deal with all this. Zhang Daoan was quite fast and he walked around half of Qiming City in one morning.
When they returned to the Shenju Tower at noon, Wei Yuan and the others were whispering about their morning gains, and everyone looked a little excited.
This excitement is not only for the growth of divine power, but also largely for the gratitude of the residents who have been helped. These gratitudes bring everyone psychological satisfaction.
They increasingly felt that Qiming City was so great and everyone was so happy.
When Zhang Daoan pushed the door open, several people turned around and saw him. The atmosphere of the lively discussion suddenly stagnated and the scene became very quiet for a while.
It was Wei Yuan who stood up with a little embarrassment.
"Brother Zhang, you're back? How was your harvest this morning?"
Zhang Daoan directly placed the purse in his hand on the table.
Everyone looked at each other. Wei Yuan, who was closer to him, opened the purse without knowing why.
"ah… "
They have been in Qiming City for so long, and they have everything they want, but no one has a penny.
Where did Zhang Daoan get this money
This... Brother Zhang went to rob
Wei Yuan looked at the money bag and asked in confusion: "What is this..."
"remuneration."
Zhang Daoan's words left the players confused.
But he obviously had his own plans. No one understood and didn't dare to ask, so the whole place fell silent for a while.
Qi Chanyang acted with Wei Yuan and the others in the morning. This was also instructed by Zhang Daoan. He didn't need to do any tasks to earn any divine power. He just followed Wei Yuan and observed his situation.
Zhang Daoan felt that something was not right with Wei Yuan. He might be the worst among these players.
Throughout the morning, Qi Chanyang watched Wei Yuan help the residents of the city, and then watched him feel elated by the residents' enthusiastic compliments and praises. Finally, after returning to the Shenju Tower, Wei Yuan kept calling him "God".
Qi Chanyang vaguely felt that something was wrong, but he couldn't tell what exactly was wrong.
At this time, Zhang Daoan came back. Qi Chanyang looked at the purse on the table. An idea flashed through his mind, but it was not captured accurately.
Brother Zhang and Brother Jie... Do they have any plans? What are they going to do
Qi Chanyang was thinking this when the door opened.
Jie Fangcheng walked in hurriedly, and when he reached Zhang Daoan, he sat down on the bench next to him, rummaged in his pocket, took out something and threw it into Zhang Daoan's hand.
"It was dark during the day, so I broke it off."
Wei Yuan quickly stretched his neck curiously to look at what was in Zhang Daoan's hand, and then he was stunned.
Zhang Daoan held a candle in his hand.
Or a candle with a candlestick.
After getting up early, the two men split up. The charlatan Zhang Daoan went to the city to serve as a god's disciple, while Jie Fangcheng went to the easternmost temple. After arriving there, he lay on the top of the temple to see what would happen in the temple during the day.
They both got up very early in the morning, but when Jie Fangcheng arrived, the candles in the temple that were only one-third burned yesterday had been replaced with new ones.
In the morning, residents came one after another to kneel down and worship the statue, praying for something.
But the residents' prayers are simply prayers, and usually last only five or six minutes.
After praying, they would walk to the idol, cut their fingers, and drip blood at the feet of the idol.
The blood disappeared quickly, as if it had never appeared, and the statue remained holy.
This is also evidence that the residents firmly believe that "the gods are watching over Qiming City."
Residents came and went in the city all morning, and nothing else happened until Jie Fangcheng returned.
There was really no other choice, so Jie Fangcheng simply went in, broke off a candlestick from the wall and brought it over along with the candle.
The residents who were praying in the temple had never thought that they would see such a scene in their lifetime, and they all stared at him in a daze.
The players didn't expect this either.
"You...what are you doing breaking this?"
Before he finished speaking, the door to the lobby of the Shenju Tower was pushed open again.
The chief servant of the city is responsible for the daily life of the players, including eating and traveling.
Before the arrival of the God's favored ones, the God's servants were the people with the highest status in the city, and were usually selected from among the compatriots of the Son of God.
After becoming a servant of God, one will also receive the blessing of God and possess divine powers that ordinary people cannot possess.
When Wei Yuan and the others came in, they did a little probing and found out that the strength of these gods' servants were not very strong.
At this moment, the chief divine servant who had always been very respectful when facing the players frowned and looked straight at Jie Fangcheng.
"I heard from the residents of the city that, Lord God, you brought back the candlesticks and candles in the temple?" The chief servant of God had a bit of suppressed anger in his expression. "The temple is the residence of the gods. Every blade of grass and every tree in it was built according to the will of the gods! There must not be any damage!"
After saying this, she took a deep breath and said, "Even if you miss the gods, you shouldn't bring things back from the temple. Please return the candlestick to me and I will go and relocate it."
As she spoke, the chief divine servant came over, followed by two lieutenants holding spears.
Jie Fangcheng refused very bluntly: "No."
The chief divine servant almost crushed the sword in his hand.
She tried to persuade him patiently, but Jie Fangcheng said, "If the god is angry, let him come to me himself."
The chief servant of the gods was startled, and then became furious: "As a favored one of the gods, you dare to be so contemptuous of the gods! Even if you are favored by the gods, this is an act of seeking death!!"
Jie Fangcheng simply drew out his sword.
"Stop talking nonsense, you want to fight, right?"
Not only the person involved but also the players were overwhelmed by his generosity.
Wei Yuan sat next to him and tried to stop the fight: "Brother Jie, stop it, stop it..."
The Chief Divine Servant just looked at him angrily, his finger bones turning white from pinching the sword, but in the end, the Chief Divine Servant still suppressed his anger.
"Sir God, God knows everything and is omnipresent. He will punish anyone who defies God's majesty!"
After saying this, the chief divine servant left with two divine servants who were also glaring at him.
As soon as the three NPCs left, everyone started talking again.
"Brother Jie, what on earth do you want to do?"
Jie Fangcheng looked at Zhang Daoan, but Zhang Daoan did not explain.
He simply said, "I killed the residents of the city and they didn't ask a single question."
The woman's door was left open after she was abused, and there were people outside secretly sticking their heads out to watch what was happening. The news quickly spread throughout the entire Qiming City.
However, after Zhang Daoan came back, the chief divine servant did not come. They waited until Jie Fangcheng broke the candlestick before they rushed over.
Apparently, the lives of the city's inhabitants were not worth as much as a candlestick in the temple.
Zhang Daoan's words were incoherent, and the surrounding players asked again in confusion: "What do you mean? Who did you kill, Brother Zhang?"
Wei Yuan couldn't help shaking his head again. He felt more and more that there was a layer of membrane in his mind... But this layer of membrane was like a protective film. Its existence made Wei Yuan vaguely forget some very painful things, and those happy, peaceful, and joyful memories became more and more obvious in his mind.
Hearing what Zhang Daoan said, Wei Yuan suddenly spoke up in a daze: "Why kill the residents? In this city of happiness, killing is not allowed! Everyone has the right to reform, and we cannot punish those who are about to repent. This is too unkind!"
Even though everyone was a little immersed in the dream, they were all stunned when they heard Wei Yuan say this. Their first reaction was... He was right, the kind gods would be sad.
But after thinking this way, we were all players after all, so we quickly got rid of this fleeting thought.
"Wei Yuan, what are you talking about?"
Wei Yuan, who spoke these words, suddenly came to his senses.
He let out an "ah".
Having completed the game so many times, "The Rock" instinctively sensed the danger, as if a membrane that was not strong enough had revealed a tiny crack. The painful but realistic memories in the game popped up through this tiny crack, suddenly giving him a rare moment of clarity.
At this moment, Wei Yuan suddenly looked up at Jie Fangcheng.
"Something's wrong..."
But this rare moment of clarity only lasted for a moment. When Jie Fangcheng asked him "What's wrong?", Wei Yuan opened his mouth.
His heart was once again filled with the feeling of happiness that remained in his dream.
Qiming City is truly the best city... Under the watchful eyes of a benevolent god, how could anything go wrong here
Wei Yuan opened his mouth: "...Nothing."
Xie Fangcheng and Zhang Daoan looked at each other.
In the afternoon, everyone gathered together and used their divine powers again to search for the Son of God in the city.
Wei Yuan found the most players again.
Three!
We have now found a total of fifty-two Sons of God, which is more than halfway to the hundred.
"Great job, Old Wei! At this rate, won't we be able to find the Son of God soon?"
Wei Yuan had a happy smile on his face.
"yes!"
After finding all the Sons of God, he can offer them to the gods he worships... No... No...
Yes... I want to go back to the game with Qiao Mai and live happily together...
Go back to the game to find the president, the president is back...
Wei Yuan couldn't help but shook his head again.
Qiao Mai has been keeping an eye on him since he came back yesterday.
Something is wrong with Wei Yuan.
Qiao Mai discovered this, and she tried to use their past memories to repeatedly remind Wei Yuan. There was some effect, but as time passed, the effect seemed to become less and less.
At this moment, Qiao Mai looked at Wei Yuan's slightly straight eyes. Even though her reaction was actually a little slow, Qiao Mai was unable to sense the danger now, just like a person cannot be awakened by the pain brought by fire in their sleep.
But her intuition told her that Wei Yuan needed help.
Who can help him now
Qiao Mai looked at Fang Cheng and Zhang Daoan, who knew him well.
"Brother Jie, Brother Zhang," to be honest, Qiao Mai was almost drunk now. She didn't quite understand what she was doing, and just said intuitively, "Wei Yuan's condition is not right. He should need your help."
(End of this chapter)