It was really hard to understand what Zhang Daoan said, and Jie Fangcheng didn't react to what he meant for a moment.
But when everyone calmed down and started looking for the Son of God, Jie Fangcheng finally understood why he said that.
When players first entered the dungeon, they found a lot of Sons of God every day. Since they stopped going to the temple to pray, the number of Sons of God that could be found has dropped significantly.
Including yesterday, a total of sixty-four Sons of God have been found. A week has passed, and there is only one week left before the time comes to offer up the hundredth Son of God.
There were very few yesterday, and we found six in total.
As a result, after the ceremony ended today, the players in white robes sensed for an entire afternoon before someone finally vaguely sensed a figure.
One.
Everyone couldn't help but look at each other.
They still need to find thirty-five Sons of God to meet the conditions for the offering. If there are so few every day, what will they do if they don’t have a hundred by the time
Not to mention whether the instance was completed or not... How could we fail the expectations of the gods
"No matter what, let's bring this Son of God back first!"
The crowd went to the sensed location in a mighty manner.
It was a dilapidated house standing on the edge of Qiming City. As the sun was setting, a family of three were busy preparing dinner.
They were wearing simple linen clothes. The man poured the water he fetched from the river into the water tank. The woman burned the pot and threw leaves of unknown plants into the pot. The seven or eight-year-old children excitedly showed them the wild fruits they picked up from their pockets. They looked warm and happy under the warm orange light of the setting sun.
Such a happy family was talking, but after hearing footsteps, the three of them looked up and then their faces changed at the same time.
The two adults hurriedly protected the child behind them, and the child buried his head tightly in his mother's arms, afraid of exposing his forehead.
But the divine patterns that were sensed were like fireflies in the dark night, and could not be covered up by ordinary concealment.
"My Lord..."
This is the first time that players have encountered such a situation.
In the past, they were responsible for marking the detailed locations, and the people were picked up by the servants of God. The children brought back seemed to be full of longing for the new life and liked the days of being well fed and warmly clothed as sons of God.
It is said that after offering it to God and entering the temple where the real gods live, one will live a life like a god. No child can resist this temptation.
After the death of the god's servant, the task of picking up the child fell on the player, but there was no trouble in picking up the son of God in the past two days. At most, some people had a good family atmosphere, so they would hug each other and cry for a while without letting go.
But soon, "the child becomes the son of God and will serve God", and this opportunity of "rapid success" will make parents choose to let go.
This was the first time that the whole family showed very obvious resistance, and the parents even knelt on the ground with their children after they found that hugging their children to prevent their children's foreheads from being exposed did not make the "God's Lords" in front of them give up.
"My Lord, my child is clumsy and his brain is not very bright. He can't serve the gods at all! If he goes to the temple, the gods will only hate him... My Lord, please don't let him go to the temple!"
None of the players spoke.
If there are many Sons of God, they can certainly be good people and fulfill the NPC's wish.
But up to now, fewer and fewer Sons of God are found every day, and this one is also very precious.
Moreover, the number of "one hundred sons of God" is fixed, and players feel that it is difficult to find all one hundred of them. Letting go of this child? Wouldn't that be equivalent to giving up the chance to clear the level
Although many people thought so in their hearts, no one spoke at this moment.
If it was when we just entered the dungeon, maybe everyone would not feel any psychological pressure to snatch the child away by force. After all, these are just NPCs, why should we sympathize with them
But now, they go out to help the residents in the city with such great enthusiasm every morning. This help brings them not only divine power in return, but also the sincere gratitude of the residents.
The cruelty of the game seems to be greatly reduced in this copy. They seem to be in a paradise. They just do some trivial things that the city residents cannot do, but are just a piece of cake for them, and they become saviors in the eyes of NPCs. They receive praise and gratitude every day. Not to mention in the game, it was hard to encounter such things even in real life before.
Soon, the players themselves developed the "good guy burden" and hoped to always appear to be a "good guy" in front of these NPCs.
Now they are asked to forcibly separate the children from their parents, and no one wants to be the bad guy.
But as time passed, someone finally spoke.
"The loving God loves every child. He will not despise your child for being stupid. On the contrary, He will definitely give him the most help and care."
The family of three still hugged each other, and the child cried and refused to let go.
Once someone started this, the other players seemed to have found a breakthrough and started to persuade them. Some players even used the good life in the God's Tower to persuade them.
"Once you enter the Shenju Tower, you can eat whatever meat you want, as much as you want, and wear any nice clothes you want."
The child cried very sadly: "But if I go to serve the gods, I won't be able to see my parents..."
Someone spoke up: "That may not be the case. If you behave well in the temple and wish to see your parents again, the loving gods may agree."
That's a lie.
Even if all players are affected by the "Dream Returning Fish", they can vaguely feel that given the cruelty of the game, most of the sons of God offered are sacrifices. It is unknown whether they can survive. Do they still want to come back to see their parents
There is no precedent of anyone being able to return to Qiming City.
But such words obviously moved the family of three who were hugging each other.
The players continued to persuade them, and seeing that the high and mighty gods were so kind, and that the child was God's son, it was obvious that they could not keep him just by holding him like that, the couple cried for a while before finally making up their minds.
The man of the house brought out a small bag of rice that he had saved but was reluctant to eat, and the woman of the house took out her personal purse. These were the only valuable things in the entire simple and poor home, and they both stuffed them into the player's hands, praying that the gods' favored adults would take better care of their children after returning to the temple.
No matter how the players pushed and rejected, the couple's force was so great that it seemed even greater than that of the players whose bodies had been strengthened by the system.
The player who came to look for someone brought the still crying child and the "care money" given by the child's parents, and returned to the Tower of God in silence.
At that time, the sun was setting and the group of people were looking at the shadows on the ground. The shadows of so many people overlapped together, like a man-eating monster.
Everyone had different expressions.
After returning to the Tower of Gods, the child was sent to where the sons of God lived. The players returned to the first floor, and finally someone spoke sporadically.
"We can't do anything about it. After all, the conditions for passing the level are there..."
As soon as someone opened his mouth, countless voices echoed him.
"Yes, yes, we have no choice but to do this. In fact, we don't want to do this at all."
"Their lives are so miserable that they don't have any food to eat. It would be better for the children to enter the God's Tower and return to the temple. Maybe the gods will treat them well. Isn't it better than the hard life they live?"
"That's right. We didn't do anything wrong. Besides, they are just NPCs after all. What do they know after the instance is restarted?"
"The God created Qiming City. He needs it. Of course, devout believers should..."
"What god? Isn't that also an NPC?"
Suddenly someone in the Ronghua Union shouted loudly.
Just now, so many people went together to "welcome" the Son of God, and Ronghua's people also followed.
At that time, in front of that simple house, many people looked reluctant, but in the end no one spoke to persuade them.
They knew it was disgusting, but they had no other options.
Doing this kind of thing is harming these innocent NPCs. The people of Ronghua know this very well, and their disgust for the so-called "gods" is growing deeper and deeper.
What they didn't expect was that after they came back, some of the players who went with them actually tried to excuse their behavior, as if as long as they said these words, they would have a reason to do what they did.
The roar from Ronghua's people made the hall quiet again.
But this time, someone quickly fought back: "Then what do you say we should do? If you don't bring the Son of God back, do you want all of us to die here together?"
This is also the reason why many people in Ronghua felt guilty and thought that something was wrong at the time, but still did not say "Let the child go".
This is the way for ordinary players to pass the level. Players without enough Sons of God will die.
The people in Ronghua were silent, and someone over there murmured, "Why are you pretending to be a good person? It seems that we are the only ones who will benefit from bringing this Son of God back."
Just then, the door of the Shenju Tower opened, and Wei Yuan and others walked in while chatting happily.
When they arrived at the hall, they realized that the atmosphere in the hall was not right. Nie Shuangshuang happily went to find her good friends to find out what was going on.
In the afternoon, when other players were holding a ceremony in the God's Tower to search for the Son of God, Wei Yuan and his companions went out.
It was Zhang Daoan who suggested: "Since it is so hard to eat other people's food for free, why not work and earn some money yourself?"
Wei Yuan originally thought that this was not feasible. The residents of Qiming City were very poor. Besides, there was a fixed "help point" in the morning. If the residents had any problems, they would go to the help point directly and get free labor. If they wanted to work and make money, they would have to see if there were suitable jobs in this poor Qiming City.
But what Wei Yuan didn't expect was that Zhang Daoan just set up a stall, and soon someone really came to him.
It's very strange that everyone who comes up to me looks exactly the same, silent and indifferent, but the help they need are all things that they could ask other players for help for free when they went to the "help point" in the morning, and generally they are not emergencies, but have lasted for some time.
For example, the wife at home is sick and has not recovered after taking medicine; the child’s bones are broken and the folk method of fixing them does not work properly... Although Wei Yuan and his friends are not doctors, the system medicine is very versatile and one bottle of medicine can cure the disease.
Zhang Daoan often wandered the streets these days. He quickly found out the price that the city residents could afford, and asked for a price that was acceptable to others, but definitely painful.
Therefore, most of the people who come to them have no choice but to come.
It was not until the evening that they received a very strange request for help.
"The cabinet at home is too heavy to move. Want to move it outside to dry it in the sun?" Nie Shuangshuang thought it was outrageous. "The money we want is almost more expensive than the cabinet, right?"
The person who came for help was a young man of about eighteen or nineteen, very thin but with bright eyes.
"Yes, but this cabinet was left to me by my mother."
There is no need to ask how his mother is doing now, everyone already knows.
"Okay, it's just moving a cabinet, I can go alone!" This is what Nie Shuangshuang said.
But Zhang Daoan glanced at him and said, "I'll go."
Nie Shuangshuang was stunned.
Why did Professor Zhang take the initiative to help people move the cabinets? Although Nie Shuangshuang now dares to guarantee that Professor Zhang is a good person, he is usually very cold and his fighting ability is not high. Nie Shuangshuang is very sure that if she wants to fight him, Professor Zhang will be gone in two or three moves. Therefore, he generally does not like to do physical work. He is the kind of person who will put his hands behind his back and use his eyes to signal others to help him when a soy sauce bottle falls over. Why did he take the initiative to help the NPC this time
Jie Fangcheng could guess it.
Although I don't know what Zhang Daoan's specific plan is, but thinking about this brother... uh, this friend's usual behavior, it is obvious that he is planning a rebellion or an uprising in his mind. He has never forgotten the style of Professor Marx.
The appearance of such a strange order at this time probably has some deeper meaning behind it.
Of course no one can beat Zhang Daoan in terms of conspiracies, intrigues and deceptions. But this man really has no fighting power. He only has one skill that can release a red line, and that red line is still limited by his own body.
Zhang Daoan did not refuse, but smiled: "Thank you for your hard work, Manager Jie."
Jie Fangcheng touched his nose.
He is in the same team with Zhang Daoan, and Wei Yuan's team also has someone who can fight.
It’s not Nie Shuangshuang and Wei Yuan, it’s Yan Xiaohua.
The Huimeng Fish in Yan Xiaohua's mind had died a long time ago. This kid's brain was abnormal, his dream world was fragmented, and he dreamed of looking for his grandfather every day. After looking for his grandfather a few times, he found that something was wrong with his grandfather, and dismantled the Huimeng Fish after playing with it for two days.
When Wei Yuan and the others first met Yan Xiaohua, they were quite scared of her, but later Qi Chanyang vividly told them about her life story and everything that happened in the [Wax Museum] copy. Now she has changed her skirt, which is handmade by Qiao Mai, and has a new braid in her hair. She has become the darling of Ronghua Group.
No matter how her appearance changes, with Yan Xiaohua's strength, it is no problem for her to defeat three Nie Shuangshuangs whose strength has not declined.
With her following me, I can move around easily in this dungeon. Even if I encounter something she can't handle, I can at least hold on until Jie Fangcheng arrives.
The crowd split into two groups. Jie Fangcheng and Zhang Daoan went to help the NPC "move the cabinets", while Nie Shuangshuang and a few others set up the stall for a while before going to buy today's dinner.
When he arrived at the place, Xie Fangcheng was very puzzled.
It was really just moving the cabinets. The young man didn't mention anything else. After they finished moving, he not only paid as promised, but also said arrogantly: "After I finish drying the cabinets, I will ask you to help me move the cabinets back, okay?"
Zhang Daoan nodded.
After leaving the house, Jie Fangcheng asked, "What happened? Is it that simple?"
Zhang Daoan shook his head and said the same thing again: "Let's talk about it tonight."
"Going into a dream again?" To be honest, every time he entered a dream it was like opening a blind box. Jie Fangcheng had nothing to worry about. In his dreams he was either working overtime or cursing his boss in private. He was not afraid of Zhang Daoan seeing it.
But Zhang Daoan’s dream… Well, although it’s a bit embarrassing, it’s indeed quite curious.
In the end, Zhang Daoan just smiled and said, "You don't have to go into the dream."
Only then did Jie Fangcheng react.
Hui Mengyu is now like the dog he raised, as obedient as possible.
This person is really...
The two of them soon met up with Nie Shuangshuang and the others. On the way, they were discussing the prices in Qiming City, and it looked like they were on a trip.
As a result, when I came back, I saw that the solemn atmosphere in the Shenju Tower was again.
Nie Shuangshuang opened her mouth after asking the question.
She actually understands.
The members of Ronghua Union are definitely not bad people, but this is the trolley problem.
Should we prevent players from searching for the Son of God, which will eventually lead to mission failure and the death of the players, or should we watch the players search for the Son of God and sacrifice innocent NPCs
Nie Shuangshuang glanced secretly at Zhang Daoan.
She could understand it herself, but she still remembered what Zhang Daoan had said before, that people without conscience should stay in the copy.
In the eyes of Professor Zhang, are people who are prosperous people without conscience
Zhang Daoan knew what she meant by looking at her expression, so he simply asked, "With me and the settlement manager here, do you think there is no other way to pass this dungeon, and that you must sacrifice innocent NPCs?"
Someone answered him sadly: "How can we pass the dungeon without sacrificing the Son of God? This is not a method I can think of."
Yes.
The people from Ronghua have been in contact with Jie Fangcheng and Zhang Daoan for a long time, so how could they not know that these two big guys never follow the copy process? They might have already had other ideas for passing the level.
But that was the idea of Jie Fangcheng and Zhang Daoan, not theirs.
At that time and in that scenario, they were the ones facing the trolley problem, and Jie Fangcheng and the other were not there. No one would be so self-righteous as to think, "The big guys must have a solution, so let's just leave this difficult choice to Jie and the other guy."
Shifting this kind of responsibility of conscience to others is definitely not something a prosperous person would do.
After asking the question, Zhang Daoan was not surprised by the answer. He just looked at Nie Shuangshuang again.
Nie Shuangshuang was still confused and asked: "What do you mean? Why don't I understand?"
Qiao Mai pulled her away.
However, with Nie Shuangshuang's interruption, Ronghua's atmosphere became lively again.
This time many people clearly felt uncomfortable.
"The residents of Qiming City are so brainwashed! How can they obey so many inhumane rules?"
"In the past, there were divine servants suppressing them, right? Isn't it said that divine servants have received blessings from the gods and are stronger than ordinary people?"
"This dungeon is so disgusting. It doesn't look scary, but I'd rather go to a scary dungeon. Everyone should just fight when they need to. Now we don't even know who to fight?"
"Can't we fight against God?" someone suddenly said this.
Everyone was silent.
There seems to be a voice in their subconscious mind that persuades them: How can you have such a disrespectful thought to God? God gave you such a beautiful dream, and also gave you so many props and skills, you can't be an ungrateful person! Think about your sincere prayers, think about everything you saw in the dream...
—But this god is so disgusting!
Is He also worthy of my devout faith
If I want to believe... I should believe our president!!
Just then, Zhang Daoan's voice came.
"Your mind has been occupied by a disgusting 'dream fish'. Many of your thoughts are not your own thoughts, but the thoughts of that fish."
When he suddenly pointed this out at this time, many people felt as if they had been enlightened, and it was as if two "I"s suddenly separated in their chaotic minds.
One is the real me, and the other one that keeps chattering is the invading "me".
A silver fish swam out of Zhang Daoan's body, waving its silver-white tail and swimming towards the players of Ronghua Guild in the air.
Previously, it was unable to enter because another Huimeng fish occupied its body.
This time, when the owner thought, "Can I get the fish out of my body?", the little silver fish was finally able to enter and exit their bodies freely.
Wei Yuan burst into tears as he watched Ronghua players one after another close their eyes, fall to the ground with a thud, and then wake up after a while, covering their heads and saying "ouch".
He helped people up one by one.
"Damn it, Old Qin, I thought you were going to die in this book!"
"Xiao Zhu, remember this: believe in science and you will have eternal life. Don't believe in this bullshit!"
"Yoyo..."
"Come on, you dare to fight with Qiao Mai and still want to teach me a lesson?"
It was as if a group of people were rescued by a pyramid scheme. Although I actually have very clear memories of this period, it’s still creepy when I think back on it.
They think that the residents of Qiming City have been brainwashed, but aren’t they also brainwashed by the “Gods”
The changes on Ronghua's side were so great that many people in the hall turned their eyes here.
In fact, in the entire copy, only Ronghua and the Death God Guild accounted for 80%. The remaining players were not numerous to begin with, and at this time, some people were watching from the sidelines, with expressions that were slightly touched, but most had a deep numbness.
The president of the Death God Guild came over after seeing this.
"Brother Jie and Brother Zhang, do you have a way to expel the fish in our brains?"
Yes, while the members of the Ronghua Guild were often confused and sometimes forgot who they were and that this was a copy, and took the gods seriously, the people of the Death Guild were always very clear that this was a copy, and something had grown in their heads.
It is too difficult to brainwash them, and it is obviously not something that these modified fish can do.
When the president of the God of Death asked this question, Zhang Daoan smiled.
Jie Fangcheng was watching from the side and could immediately predict his next sentence.
"There is a way." Zhang Daoan said kindly, "With our relationship, it's easy to negotiate. Fifty million per person."
"Fifty million? What fifty million?" The Death God's president was happy when he heard the words "our relationship is easy to deal with", but he was stunned when he heard "fifty million".
The computer that Zhang Daoan lent to Jie Fangcheng was the president's computer. Jie Fangcheng was reluctant to give it up, so Zhang Daoan returned the favor: "Yours can be spared."
Damn it!
The Death God Guild President was stunned and couldn't help asking, "I remember you didn't get 20 million?"
Zhang Daoan still smiled: "Yang Chi, the 'Moon Blade' in your union, said that 50 million per person is coming to you for it."
Not to mention the president of the Death God Guild, even Jie Fangcheng was stunned at this moment.
It has been several days since they entered the dungeon. Even if we don't mention how many days it has been, Zhang Daoan had dinner with the people from the Death Guild like friends that day.
At that time, Jie Fangcheng was thinking, I can’t believe it, is Professor Zhang also a second-dimensional being
How come he still remembers Yang Chi? And he turns around and asks everyone in the labor union for 50 million? ?
The president looked like he was about to faint. Even if he was in the second dimension, he couldn't withstand the pressure of this real money!
He looked at Jie Fangcheng for help.
Jie Fangcheng touched his nose and glanced at Zhang Daoan first.
"How about... cheaper prices, so they can give you a nicer nickname?"
(End of this chapter)