Several people walked around from the front hall of the temple to the back, and were all stunned when they saw the scene in the back hall.
Compared with the clean and tidy front hall and the grand architectural style, the back hall can be said to have no design. There is only land in the empty area which is almost the same size as the front hall. It looks very fertile at first glance, and it seems that the soil has been loosened, waiting for something to be planted.
What should be planted on such a large piece of land
"People." Zhang Daoan reacted quickly.
According to the current rules of Qiming City, every happy couple can have one child. If this continues, the number of residents in Qiming City will become fewer and fewer.
There must be some way to keep the population of the city at a stable value.
Given the attitude of the gods' servants towards the residents, it is obviously unrealistic to ask them to patiently "create" them one by one. There must be some way to achieve mass production.
No other clues were found in the Tower of the Gods, and the method of mass-producing "qualified residents" is likely hidden in the temple.
In such a temple, there is such a large piece of land suitable for planting. It is not that the gods' servants have nothing to do and really engage in farming operations on their own.
Then it is very likely that the use of such a large piece of land is linked to the mass production of residents.
As soon as he said this, someone had already found the manual nearby.
"The Book of the Blessings of the Divine Soil."
The manual only has about ten pages, and the first two pages are filled with praises to the gods.
When people turned to the third page, they couldn't help but curse, "What the hell?"
This is a page of simple sketches drawn with ink. Although it is just simple sketches, it makes people feel uncomfortable when looking at it.
That’s an adult extraction.
Brain marrow, bone marrow, blood... How to extract fluid from each part of the body tissue is detailed in the picture book, and even the operation details are marked in detail.
After all the fluid in the body is drained, divide the brain marrow into the required number of portions, plant them three centimeters apart, water them with fluid, and after ten days - turn to the last page.
"Fuck... what kind of evil thing is this?"
Last page of the manual.
The colorful picture suddenly rushed into my eyes.
On the land in the picture, tens of thousands of naked humans are densely packed.
Each of them is very small, smaller than a sesame seed, but the drawing is extremely clear, with eyes open, looking straight at the players outside the manual.
There is a line of additional small text below this picture: It will be a qualified product after it grows a brain.
If you look closely, you will see that among this densely packed crowd, there are indeed some "people" without heads.
"What the hell are these things?"
Xie Fangcheng and Zhang Daoan looked at each other.
It seems that this is what the divine servant said that day.
After the "Dream Returning Fish" is successfully hatched, it will occupy the player's brain and make the player a puppet.
No matter how powerful you are, if you are not in a clear mind, you will be at the mercy of others.
In this case, planting the gods' favor and growing qualified citizens of Qiming City is an easy and effective method, which is also the reason why the gods' servants do not cherish the current residents.
According to what they had heard about the history of Qiming City, after the gods' followers had collected enough sons of gods, they could open the door of the temple, talk to the gods, and offer sons of gods.
According to the residents, the gods’ followers and the sons of God will enjoy happiness after returning to the real temple, but since the sons of God are most likely to be sacrifices, what about the gods’ followers
The gods who search for the Son of God are different every time, and it is obvious that the previous gods have all died.
It seems that this is how he died.
Zhang Daoan looked at it and turned his head to talk to Jie Fangcheng: "Does this look like a deal?"
The gods sent their followers to Qiming City, and the followers took away the sons of God that the gods needed from Qiming City.
Qiming City needs the gods’ favor to maintain the population, so why do gods need their sons
Zhang Daoan closed the manual in his hand and looked towards the front hall.
The blood on the residents' fingertips does not have a bloody smell, but instead emits a faint floral scent.
The divine pattern on the Son of God's head also looks like some kind of flower...
Zhang Daoan seemed to understand something.
This is the only clue in the temple that can be called a clue. You won’t find anything else.
Everyone could only return to the Shenju Tower in disappointment and say good night to each other.
Jie Fangcheng already had a lot of questions in his mind: "Go to your room or my room?"
Fortunately, there is no one around now, otherwise given the ambiguity of his words, there would be another round of secret stares at me.
Zhang Daoan laughed: "All is fine."
Indeed, both were fine. After the two arrived at Jie Fangcheng's room and just stood firm, Jie Fangcheng extended his hand: "Come, come, come."
Zhang Daoan was also unambiguous and shook his hand.
The next second, under the influence of Huimengyu, Jie Fangcheng opened his eyes and found himself in Zhang Daoan's thinking space.
Compared to the last time he came, Zhang Daoan's thinking space seemed like flowing oil paint. This time, this man actually built a city that looked quite magnificent in his thinking space.
At this time, the two of them were standing in front of a very stylish coffee shop, and Zhang Daoan pushed open the door.
"Come in."
Damn it!
"That's awesome! I can even build a city in my mind!"
Zhang Daoan was also modest: "It is easy to build inanimate objects, but it is impossible to create people in the city, even human-like puppets that can move."
"That's definitely not possible. This is a 'rule'." Jie Fangcheng explained to him, "Creating living beings is already the realm of true gods. Take our underworld for example, only two bosses can do it. You can understand it as not reaching a certain level, you can't unlock the corresponding function."
Zhang Daoan nodded.
The two of them sat on the chairs he created, and with a wave of his hand, two cups of coffee and desserts were placed in front of them.
Even though Jie Fangcheng has lived for so many years, this is the first time he has been treated like this after entering someone else's thinking space. He picked up the dessert in front of him and took a bite.
There is no taste at all.
After all, this is Zhang Daoan’s thinking space. No matter how powerful he is, he cannot truly imitate the taste of food.
Just eat for the atmosphere.
Jie Fangcheng is obviously not someone who cares about the atmosphere.
After he found the dessert tasteless, he pushed the beautiful waste aside without much interest, and then asked curiously: "What happened to the guy who moved the cabinet this afternoon?"
"It's a test," Zhang Daoan explained. "It's almost night time. How could he really be basking in the sun? Basking in the stars is not bad. He is testing us to see if we know that starlight is poisonous and what our stance is."
Jie Fangcheng was surprised: "So complicated? Is this true???"
In Zhang Daoan's mind, this was not complicated, but when Jie Fangcheng asked him this, he patiently reminded him: "Think about it, the furnishings in his house are very strange. After entering the door, the bed is facing the door, and there is a distance of two fists from the middle of the wall facing the door. There is also a white cloth on the bed. Does it look like a statue in a temple? The cabinet he asked us to move was placed right in the middle of the room when it was in the house. It was not adjacent to any of the four sides, and there was a chandelier directly above it. Whether from a practical point of view or from an aesthetic point of view, the placement of this cabinet makes no sense."
Jie Fangcheng also went with them. Not only that, he also moved the cabinet himself. To be honest, Jie Fangcheng really didn't notice any of this.
"Really?" Jie Fangcheng was shocked.
Zhang Daoan continued to explain: "And when we moved the cabinets out, there was clearly more space on the east side of the yard, but he insisted on moving us to the west side, saying that it would get better sun exposure there. This is even more outrageous."
"Did he say that?" Jie Fangcheng was even more shocked.
"said."
Zhang Daoan must have said this, but Jie Fangcheng was very puzzled.
Now that Zhang Daoan had explained it, Jie Fangcheng vaguely felt that something was not right, but he would not think about it in that direction.
How smart is this kid!
Xie Fangcheng sighed again.
After expressing his feelings, he asked, "So how did you respond to him?"
"'I see'."
The NPC who asked them to move the table was very smart, and there was no need to say too much when dealing with such a smart person.
The NPC emphasized: "This cabinet was left to me by my mother. I like it very much, you know?"
At that time, Zhang Daoan just calmly replied, "I know."
"Know" does not mean "I want to cooperate with you", but I do understand your current situation and what you want, but there is too little you can offer me.
In just a few words, he and the young man exchanged a lot of information.
"There is no need for us to actively seek cooperation. Once we do, we will easily become their thugs." Zhang Daoan was very rational. "Most of the residents in the city are numb. They have become accustomed to the current life. But for those who came to us in the afternoon, they still need to fight for it."
Even though everyone in his family is sick, he still doesn't go to the God's Tower. It is obvious that he has no good feelings towards the gods' servants.
The fact that Jie Fangcheng and his men didn't wear divine robes but still charged fees made these people feel that this was an equal exchange and they didn't owe the other party anything.
"This young man is no ordinary person. Judging from the way he paid the money this afternoon, our price is a piece of cake for him. This is difficult to achieve in Qiming City. I suspect he has secretly joined forces with many people."
It is truly amazing that under such harsh rules of God and the inspection of God's servants, they can unite with other residents who also hate God.
It is also easy to work with such smart people.
"We will go find him tomorrow. He should have a solution to the problem of not having enough Sons of God."
Zhang Daoan said so.
But what no one expected was that the next day, when the two came to the house where the young man was again, the house was empty.
The neighbor next door heard the noise and came out to watch the fun. When he saw Zhang Daoan and the others, he was startled and hurriedly greeted them, "Master Shenjuan."
Zhang Daoan had a vague feeling of bad premonition in his heart.
"Hello, I would like to ask who is the owner of this house?"
"Xiao Ze," said the neighbor with a trace of regret on his face, "I don't know what happened yesterday evening. He suddenly had an argument with his friend. I don't know where his friend got so angry that he actually hit him to death."
Zhang Daoan's eyes narrowed slightly: "Where are his friends?"
"After Ozawa died, his friend came to his senses. He felt so guilty for a while that he also committed suicide."
This was so outrageous that even Jie Fangcheng felt something was wrong.
How could it be such a coincidence that they just contacted someone who might be the leader of the underground resistance organization yesterday, and he died the next day
Jie Fangcheng looked at Zhang Daoan. Zhang Daoan stood still, then suddenly turned around and walked into the house, searching around.
(End of this chapter)