Although Zhang Daoan's plan is proceeding in an orderly manner, for the players and most of the residents of Qiming City, this change is like a rotten apple, slowly seeping from the inside to the outside.
On the surface, Qiming City is still peaceful, the players are still the "God's favored ones" in the eyes of the residents, and the residents are still honest and continue to live their lives in peace and stability.
At least now, although many residents already know that the luxury of the God's Tower is beyond everyone's imagination, because the power of the gods' servants still remains, at most some people may feel a little unbalanced. Qiming City has believed in gods for so many years, even if someone is psychologically unbalanced, their first reaction is to silently say "sin".
Not being jealous of the favorable conditions of the gods' servants is a lesson ingrained in my bones.
In fact, the servants of the gods rarely attack ordinary residents. For example, the woman who was almost beaten to death and was helped by Zhang Daoan before, her husband had already beaten a wife to death, but no one would ask the servants of the gods for help.
Because the gods who are high above have already set the rules, those who are designated as husband and wife by the gods are destined to be husband and wife, and no matter what happens, it is a predetermined fate.
He will not lower his eyes to look at the suffering of a particular person. The work of the ministers of God only includes preaching God's love and wisdom, and does not include solving human suffering.
On the contrary, in Qiming City, those who spread suffering will be punished, because there can only be happiness under the rule of gods.
But this does not mean that the gods will not take action against the residents. They are responsible for recovering residents who should not exist and punishing those who cross the line.
Generally speaking, "exceeding the limit" also refers to being disrespectful to the gods or the gods' servants. As for any grudges between residents, as long as they don't become a big deal and affect the stability of Qiming City, the gods' servants will not care.
Although the servants are all dead now, people who have been kneeling for so long cannot stand up all at once. There must be a chance...
"Brother Jie, Brother Zhang," Qi Chanyang said with a bad look, "Would you like to come and take a look at the warehouse?"
After He Yanhui found the child, she went to the warehouse to get the milk. Qi Chanyang was thoughtful and paid close attention to the "recycling" that the NPC mentioned. When He Yanhui was busy taking care of the child and other players were busy gathering divine power and preparing for the afternoon ceremony to find the Son of God, Qi Chanyang carefully searched the warehouse and actually found a small door covered by grain.
The small door was covered in rust, and the lock was stained with blood over the years, forming dark brown rust spots.
After Qi Chanyang opened the door and took a look, he couldn't help but take a few steps back and quickly ran up.
Xie Fangcheng anticipated something, and he and Zhang Daoan looked at each other.
Zhang Daoan nodded: "Let's go together."
His "together" refers to all players.
The ritual of gathering divine power and sensing the location of the Son of God is quite cumbersome and time-consuming. The players were originally reluctant to look for any clues before sensing the divine power, but Zhang Daoan's words "We have found the place where the divine power gathers" made these players who were already obsessed with believing in the gods follow him obediently to the warehouse.
The Shenju Tower is over a hundred meters high, but its underground space is not that big, with only one floor, filled with countless money, jewelry, and food.
At this time, Jie Fangcheng came to the small door. He opened the door and took a look first.
The door was only wide enough for one or two people to enter and exit, and many players curiously asked behind him, "What is it?"
Jie Fangcheng turned his head to look at them, then simply swung his giant sword and smashed down the door and the wall together, creating a hole four or five meters wide.
windy.
A cold wind came from somewhere, bringing with it a disgusting smell.
Several players who were close to Jie Fangcheng poked their heads out to take a look, then immediately took a few steps back with pale faces.
"What on earth is that?" the player who couldn't see was still asking.
Someone murmured, "... a dead body pit."
Players who can enter the fifth-level dungeon have already experienced countless dungeons. To be honest, the dead pit is nothing to them.
But when the players who thought it was "no big deal" saw it with their own eyes, they finally understood why others reacted that way.
In the bottomless abyss-like pit, corpses discarded carelessly were lying there.
As time passed, they did not turn into bones, but still maintained the same appearance as before death.
Some had their necks strangled, some had their heads chopped off, and the huge pit was pitch black with only corpses piled up in the pit, as if it were the abyss of hell. Pairs of eyes remained wide open, looking straight up from the pit. Although they were clearly corpses, players still saw anger, hatred, unwillingness, and despair in them.
The fishy smell mixed with other unpleasant smells filled the entire warehouse at this moment.
"What on earth is this..."
"It is God's will." Zhang Daoan looked calm. Although there was no sarcasm in his tone, every word he said seemed to pierce the hearts of the "believers".
"The benevolent, holy god has brought happiness to mankind. His eyes are fixed on Qiming City. Under the cover of his divine light, there is no shadow anywhere in Qiming City. There is only happiness and light."
This is a sentence written in front of the statue of the god in the temple, and it is also a sentence that every believer firmly believes in.
But at this time, in a "happy" city like Qiming City, as the people closest to God, there is such a hell under the God's Tower.
Are those corpses all pagans
No, there are many children under the age of three.
The gods gave players beautiful dreams, props and skills. They should really be kind and holy gods...
The child in He Yanhui's arms suddenly burst into tears, and the loud cry echoed underground, sounding particularly mournful.
"Okay, let's go up first." Wei Yuan said.
Everyone came up from underground in silence, and many players seemed to be thinking about something.
But after gathering the divine power and completing the ceremony to find the Son of God, the shock of seeing the pit of the dead just now seemed to fade from the players' hearts.
They gathered together again and discussed enthusiastically the wisdom of God and how to quickly find all the Sons of God—not in order to complete the game, but in order to repay the generous and loving God.
Zhang Daoan suddenly interrupted: "Don't you remember the body buried under the Shenju Tower?"
This time, Wei Yuan answered quickly.
"Qiming City is a city built by God, and those are the people who do not follow God's rules."
Zhang Daoan immediately asked: "Maybe it was the gods' servants who did something wrong..."
“Impossible!!” Wei Yuan immediately retorted, even a little angrily, “The Divine Servant is the most devout believer of God! The Divine Servant will not do anything wrong!!”
Zhang Daoan looked at him, then shifted his gaze to Qiao Mai.
Qiao Mai was stunned, and nodded vigorously with red eyes.
Zhang Daoan said nothing more.
Only six Sons of God were found this time, and the players went to bring each Son of God back.
These sons of God are all handsome boys and girls, with divine patterns on their foreheads that can only be seen by "God's favored ones". After arriving at the God's Tower, these young men were very excited when they knew that they were the sons of God.
Having been educated in faith since childhood, they firmly believe that they are supposed to take care of the loving gods.
The top floor of the God's Tower is the residence of the Sons of God. It is not as magnificently built as the lower floors, but it also offers a luxurious life that the Sons of God have never enjoyed.
However, when we were having dinner that night, because of Jie Fangcheng's sword, the warehouse was filled with the smell of a mass grave.
When the players thought of the scene under the tower, even though they said "those are all defective products abandoned by God", they instinctively resisted going to the warehouse in their hearts.
Some players even inadvertently said from the bottom of their hearts, "Why don't we stop living in the Tower of Gods?"
Is the Kamuko Tower built on so many corpses a good place
But if the gods don’t live in the God’s Tower, where else can they live
However, you cannot choose where to live, but you can choose what to eat.
As evening approached, the players asked the NPCs in the city to deliver food.
The NPC was stunned for a moment, and although he was a little embarrassed, he just nodded.
"OK."
After waiting for more than two hours, until it was already dark and the players had been forced to finish their prayers in the God's Tower, the NPC finally arrived and brought two large buckets of rice and a bunch of miscellaneous dishes.
The plates used to hold the dishes are all different and varied. Careful players have already discovered that these dishes probably come from different families.
"What are these things?" some players couldn't help but complain.
After entering this dungeon, players will enjoy the most comfortable life.
What are these dishes in front of me? There is basically no meat, and some of the plates are only a mouthful of black stuff. I don't know what it is.
Hearing the player's complaints, a strange emotion flashed in the NPC's eyes, but he quickly knelt down in panic.
"Sir God, this is the best food we have!"
The players were stunned, and a feeling similar to guilt just emerged in their hearts, but at this moment, someone among the players snorted coldly.
"We are the followers of the gods, how dare you fool me with this kind of thing!"
Everyone turned their heads.
It’s Wei Yuan.
As soon as he said this, inexplicably, the players' original guilty feelings seemed to dissipate, and a feeling of "this is how it should be" emerged.
Wei Yuan took two steps forward as he spoke, and even took out his weapon. The [Gift of Thick Earth] that had been repaired by the "God" was emitting a rich and bright light.
Wei Yuan raised the weapon in his hand high—
With a "bang".
Everyone only saw a green and then a yellow color in front of their eyes. In the blink of an eye, Wei Yuan flew backwards and fell heavily to the ground.
Jie Fangcheng shouted, "Wei Yuan!"
His voice seemed to wake Wei Yuan up briefly. The current president of Ronghua, who was lying on the ground, looked at him blankly, with a pleading look in his eyes.
But soon, Wei Yuan's eyes returned to dullness again.
Xie Fangcheng suddenly turned his head and looked at Zhang Daoan.
Zhang Daoan shook his head slightly, then nodded.
Jie Fangcheng endured it again and again, but couldn't help but say: "Don't shake your head and nod, I don't understand."
In such a serious occasion, Zhang Daoan laughed and said, "I'll tell you tonight."
Only then did Jie Fangcheng put away the sword in his hand, turned around and helped up the NPC who was slumped on the ground.
The NPC looked at him with a complicated expression: "Sir God..."
"Thank you for your hard work. Go back now."
The NPC then walked away, looking back every three steps.
The players didn't dare to say anything more and just ate their meal in dull silence.
The taste of the food is really not good, many players were thinking in a daze.
How happy this dungeon was originally! We had good food and clothes, everyone was respected, and we could go to the temple to pray at night and have a sweet dream.
This is all God’s gift! This is all God’s mercy!
But now, the gods who served us have died, and the food we eat has become what it is now...
It’s all because of… Xie Fangcheng and Zhang Daoan.
These two pagans did not believe in the merciful God and were extremely disrespectful to Him. They even tried to stop them from going to the temple to pray and worship their most beloved God.
—It would be nice if they weren't there.
Jie Fangcheng glanced around, and the players who were secretly looking at them lowered their heads.
Jie Fangcheng's sense of the murderous intent was so obvious that without saying a word, he slammed his sword on the table, and the entire table broke into pieces in an instant.
"I want to remind you, be careful when you attack me, I have a very quick reflex."
This is not an exaggeration. Even if Jie Fangcheng is unconscious, if anyone dares to attack him, he doesn't need to wake up and can kill the enemy with his eyes closed.
The players dared not say a word.
What a waste!
Jie Fangcheng was very upset.
Zhang Daoan, on the other hand, looked calm and advised him, "It's okay. It doesn't matter if you kill them accidentally. They will die soon anyway if they continue like this."
Jie Fangcheng was speechless: "Are you trying to comfort me?"
"Yes." Zhang Daoan nodded. "If you hurt someone you don't want to hurt because of your unconsciousness, this is what some players don't want to see."
After that, Zhang Dao calmed down and said, "If it were me, I would rather die."
Jie Fangcheng looked at him and nodded in confusion.
In the evening, Zhang Daoan arrived as promised.
Jie Fangcheng was a little depressed: "Are you going to come into my dream again?"
"no way."
According to Zhang Daoan's speculation, they are now under Ji Chaoyang's surveillance, and they are only safe in their dreams.
Jie Fangcheng was quite straightforward: "Come on."
As he said this, he took the initiative to hold Zhang Daoan's hand.
Just as Zhang Daoan was stunned, a silver figure suddenly swam out from Jie Fangcheng's wrist and dived into Zhang Daoan's body.
"Oh my god! That fish..."
Before he finished speaking, Jie Fangcheng's eyes flashed.
The scene changes instantly.
He couldn't help but let out an "eh".
This doesn't seem to be his dream, right? Professor Zhang's dream
They each took one time and it's even!
Just as Jie Fangcheng was thinking this, his eyes shifted.
It seemed to be a shabby room. There was no extra furniture in the room, only a few books on the table.
A young boy in school uniform fell to the ground, holding his chest and looking towards the door.
Who is this?
Professor Zhang from high school
Hey!
Xie Fangcheng couldn't help but walk around in front of him out of curiosity and look at Zhang Daoan's face.
Wow, this kid really hasn’t changed at all, he looked so handsome when he was in high school!
Just as Jie Fangcheng was thinking this, suddenly, he heard a familiar voice coming from behind him.
"Hello!"
Jie Fangcheng turned around suddenly and then opened his eyes wide.
At the door, "Jie Fangcheng" in black clothes and white hair was stopping Lang Gu who was in red clothes.
"Jie Fangcheng" said in a dissatisfied tone: "Which department are you from? Do you beat people because there is a judgment order? If they kill you, will you write a report?"
(End of this chapter)