Chapter 187 Galgame

Not just A-Liang, but even other people with karmic connections…

Wei Yuan almost subconsciously thought of his teacher Zhang Jiao, Confucius and Lao Tzu, and Huangjin Liu Shu. Immediately, Bai Ze shook his head repeatedly and said, "Cut it off, cut it off, don't think too much."

"Hmm? Think too much?"

"Nonsense, the expression on your face just now was exactly like a lottery enthusiast fantasizing about what to do after winning ten million, or a man thinking about what to do if he could marry his goddess."

Bai Ze tapped the table with his finger and said, "Theoretically."

"I've said it before, many things have to follow basic principles, which is the Great Dao."

"Without eyes, can people see colors?"

"If you want to revive someone, you must have their true spirit. Marquis Wu was established in the Wu Temple. I believe it won't take much effort to find him. But for those who have long been swept into the torrent of time."

"Their souls and wills are not as strong as those heroes, and they can't withstand the torrent of heaven and earth."

"And some people choose to live only one life, and there's no way to help them."

"I dare say, Marquis Wu can come back."

Bai Ze raised his head, his voice paused, and said:

"Because he hates his life stopping there more than anyone else."

"It's not the fear of the living towards death."

"But an extremely strong unwillingness, even anger towards heaven and earth. He will feel that how could he stop here, how could he stop here, but fate is like this, 'he died before his mission was accomplished.' This is why he resonates with those idealists in ancient China."

"Such a talented person, with absolute will, while reversing the world with the power of one province, he also stood at the peak of that era in Daoism, Fangshu (Technical skills), Qimen Dunjia (Mysterious遁甲Technique), literature, painting, music, military strategy, and even Mo family's mechanical arts, and also held the political power of a country."

"If it weren't for the black and white records, I would think he was made up."

"But also because of this strong unwillingness, he has the basic elements to return to the human world, as long as you take out the aura of time."

Wei Yuan asked back: "The aura of time?"

Bai Ze scratched his already messy, frizzy hair and said, "Isn't this a certainty? The method you know, 100% requires the assistance of the aura of time to try to reproduce those true spirits along the timeline. At most, your soul aura is equivalent to a highway pass."

"The aura of time is the car."

"How can you get on the road without a car!"

"I can't help you do things like this."

Wei Yuan recalled the future that Jue spoke of: "Shi Yi…"

"Shi Yi?"

Bai Ze frowned: "Him? Forget about him."

Wei Yuan said, "What's wrong with him?"

Bai Ze said:

"The Hetu Luoshu (Auspicious omens) you saw point to a future where he is on your side, but at least you have to know that this is the future, not the present. As far as I know, Shi Yi belongs to the Great Wilderness the most. Even if he comes to the human world to travel, he just wants to go back and transform the Great Wilderness."

"He has no sense of belonging to the human world at all. If the Great Wilderness and the human world are enemies, Shi Yi will definitely stand on that side."

"In that future, I can only say that the Great Wilderness is likely to have betrayed Shi Yi."

"Otherwise, Shi Yi would not help you. Or rather, he is not for the sake of the human world, but to crusade against the Great Wilderness that is going astray, and choose to join forces with the enemy of the Great Wilderness, that is, the human world."

"But that is also something that has not happened yet."

"Just like Liu Bang in the late Qin era was originally just a pavilion chief. Are he and the Gaozu (Emperor Gao) who finally dominated the world and personally eliminated many heroes the same person? Yes and no. Every experience is like a carving knife, eventually transforming him into his final appearance."

"Liu Bang, who has not experienced those things, has no imperial aura at all."

"Shi Yi, who has not experienced what happened afterwards, is also impossible to stand on the side of the human world."

"It's like in a galgame (dating sim) game, if you lack a certain link when trying to capture a character, it may be completely two concepts. It may be a happy ending, or it may be a 'chainsaw ending.'"

"Well, what you said makes sense…"

Wei Yuan was thoughtful, and then his thoughts condensed, and he suddenly raised his head:

"Damn, wait…"

"Chainsaw ending? What game are you playing?! Galgame? Bishoujo (Beautiful Girl) Capture Game?"

Bai Ze stared with dead fish eyes and sucked in all the strawberry milk in one breath.

"Yeah, I think, capturing a character and finding a strong backer have the same goal through different routes."

"Now I just finished *School Days*. The chainsaw ending is really amazing."

The corner of Wei Yuan's mouth twitched.

He has to work hard to play games even during his vacation or, rather, during the stage of trying to revive Zhang Liao.

Should I say you are lazy, or are you terrifyingly self-disciplined?

However, Wei Yuan felt that if he followed the guidance of those games to capture a strong backer, it might not just be a chainsaw; have you ever seen a two-meter-eight big blade?

Bai Ze leaned back, put his hands on the back of the chair, and slid down limply.

It makes people suspect that he is actually a liquid.

Felines are liquid, even those from the Age of Gods are no exception.

Wei Yuan rubbed his eyebrows.

He definitely had to obtain the aura of time.

Originally, there were three possibilities. First, the reason why Xiaoqing returned to China from Sakura Island was to find out about the Yuanchen (Primordial Spirit) that appeared on Sakura Island. This was known when Xiaoqing came back, and it was also the simplest way to obtain the aura of time. But now, the East China Sea is directly blocked by Gonggong.

Looking at the news today, all of China's coastal industries have stagnated.

They have directly entered a death-level paralysis state, and a large number of people have lost their jobs.

The unemployed people have transferred to other fields, causing a certain degree of impact on the entire China.

It has affected the lives of a large number of people.

If he wants to go there, he will inevitably have a fight with Gonggong.

No matter how magnanimous he is, he cannot allow the enemy's high-end combat power to traverse his territory. If he does such a thing, it is not being stubborn, but being stupid.

This point is passed.

The second method is Zhujiu Yin.

But Zhujiu Yin cannot come to the human world now.

Or rather, to prevent being observed, things related to Zhujiu Yin must be hidden.

This is a trump card.

The third direction is Shi Yi.

He is also the highest and strongest in terms of time authority.

Bai Ze drank the strawberry milk dry, rolled it into a ball, and made a standard shooting posture.

Then it successfully landed outside the trash can.

Air ball, very good.

"So what are you going to do?"

"Are you going to find Shi Yi?"

Wei Yuan thought of the Heavenly God with a tough temperament and as deep as a mountain, and nodded: "The opportunity is right in front of you, you always have to try. What if it works out? I don't think Shi Yi is the kind of person who cannot be communicated with."

Bai Ze said: "You are really good to Marquis Wu."

"Go find Shi Yi. Shi Yi has attacked you before, and the Supporting God Zhong is also there. If you go this time, it might, no, you will definitely fight."

Wei Yuan nodded softly: "Yeah."

His voice paused, and then he smiled and said:

"Even if there is a glimmer of hope and possibility, I have to try."

"Besides, people always have to have hope."

"What if, what if it works out, right?"

Wei Yuan pondered: "Besides, there are always those guys who get rich by stepping on dog shit, so why can't it be me?"

Bai Ze was stunned, and then rolled his eyes wildly:

"What if? Besides, your sentence should have been, 'There are always people who succeed in the world, so why can't it be me?' Why did you change it to that? You still expect things with such a small probability of success? Since you've already had such a dream, then why not dream a bigger one."

Bai Ze silently wrote down the sentence, "Since someone always gets lucky, why can't it be me?"

Then he complained: "Then you might as well expect him."

"He successfully studied *Das Kapital*, hanged the capitalists on the street lamps, and then realized the truth from *Selected Works of Marx, Lenin, and Mao*."

"And finally realized that the Great Wilderness system is a more terrible system of power oppression than feudalism and capitalism. It is an era where people eat people, gods eat people, and even gods eat gods. It is necessary to create an era where everyone is equal, gods love the world instead of oppressing all beings."

"So he spreads the Great Dao, liberates his mind, gathers the sparks of fire, and revolts against the gods."

"This way, you can just lie down and wait for things to succeed."

Wei Yuan couldn't help but smile and joked, "No."

"Shi Yi might say, 'Since ancient times, no reform has been without bloodshed. If there is bloodshed, please start with Bai Ze.'"

Bai Ze was slightly startled, and then furious.

Wei Yuan shook his head and said, "In any case, I will go and find Shi Yi once."

"Even if I have to fight him, I have to try. I may not be able to break through Shi Yi's defense, but if I want to leave, Shi Yi may not be able to stop me. Since I plan to do something that defies death and bring back those who died against the heavens, I naturally have to take some risks."

"But now, I have to do another thing first."

"Another thing?" Bai Ze asked suspiciously.

"Eat."

……………………

Lunch time.

In the museum, the original table could no longer accommodate so many people, so a larger table had to be used. As for why this museum can accommodate this place, it is because Curator Wei used the spiritual materials he squeezed from Mount Longhu to bless the museum with the 'Pot Sky' technique (a magical technique to enlarge space).

The internal environment has been magnified tenfold.

Wei Yuan felt that the living area could be completely solved by this method in the future.

As long as this magical power is practiced enough.

A ten-square-meter small compartment can also live out the effect of five hundred square meters.

But in that case, it is estimated that on the one hand, you have to practice hard, and on the other hand, the price of spiritual materials will go up again.

It feels no different.

While Wei Yuan was complaining, he brought up the Yuanyang hot pot (a hot pot divided into two sections with different broths). In fact, he also wanted to summon the Bull Demon God like Taotie and borrow some beef tenderloin or something, or borrow the power of that thirtieth demon god to make some handmade fish balls, but it is a pity that since the incident at Mount Longhu, black magic in the entire China has directly failed.

A small group of transcendents who practice the Western Hell summoning school have protested.

In the end, they got a "scram" from the Lord of Hell.

'You want to take the hot pot again, right? You are the reinforcement that Taotie found, right?! Scram!'

The transcendent who got the response was puzzled and finally realized.

He replaced the altar with a Chinese Yuanyang pot and summoned again.

Causing the demon god to almost have a heart attack on the spot.

This is already a story for later.

In the museum, the hot pot feast was steaming.

"By the way, speaking of which, there is one more thing that needs your help."

Bai Ze grabbed a piece of meat, dipped it in the oil dish, and ate it with satisfaction, saying:

"You are all mountain gods, please pay attention to Nuwa's soil."

The Mountain God of Mount Taiqi was stunned. As a mountain god, he certainly knew about Nuwa's soil.

He originally wanted to put down his chopsticks and say solemnly, but his instinct had already made him pick up the tripe one step ahead, dip it in the oil dish and put it in his mouth. Feeling the perfect taste and flavor, he had to follow this instinct, while putting down his chopsticks, he said: "Nuwa's soil, what do you want that thing for?"

"Of course it's useful, and it's very useful."

Bai Ze didn't tell the truth. He didn't say it was for the two peak human combatants, Emperor Shi and King Yu.

He can't even say it is the peak, in terms of single-person combat power, King Yu is definitely a stronger level.

But anyway, it belongs to the trump card of China.

The Mountain God of Mount Taiqi was thoughtful.

Useful, Bai Ze, Nuwa's soil.

This matter is not simple.

The Lord of Mount Chongwu also planned to say solemnly.

But the atmosphere on this table was a bit wrong. Lord Wu'an (Bai Qi) was smiling and putting down his chopsticks, Overlord of Western Chu (Xiang Yu) gritted his teeth and moved his chopsticks like flying, and Zhang Liao praised and followed closely. The so-called dining table is like a battlefield, with a fierce aura.

If men are creatures that cannot withstand provocation.

Then the military commanders are the ones with the strongest desire to win and lose in history, and the ones who cannot withstand provocation the most.

Currently, Lord Wu'an is firmly occupying the spicy pot, while Overlord of Western Chu is occupying the clear soup pot.

As for the cause of this battle, it was just that Lord Wu'an picked up a piece of fatty beef and ate it, and said with a smile, "The Overlord is, after all, from Jiangdong, he can't eat spicy food, not as good as Qin." Then the Overlord's desire to win was directly ignited, and Zhang Liao, who strictly speaking belongs to the Han nationality, immediately joined the battle.

These old killers are so competitive that the old mountain master had to put down his chopsticks, otherwise he would have nothing to eat.

Vodka Niangniang said: "However, what does Nuwa's soil look like?"

Bai Ze drank a bottle of strawberry milk and said, "It is the clay used to create humans, and it has vitality in it that can turn death into life, and the rift, the outflow is not blood, but something like stars in the night, so it is very easy to recognize, it is a top treasure."

Vodka Niangniang looked at her flat chest and gulped down a bottle of coconut milk.

"I will also help to find it."

"Ah, I wish I could see Nuwa Niangniang."

What do you want to do when you see Nuwa?

Does that need to be said?

Mom!

Please knead me again, please!

Can you upgrade me from a mud spot to a handmade figure?

With the temperament of Vodka Niangniang… of course she wouldn't do such a thing. She wiped the milk wine marks from the corner of her mouth, her eyes were bright, and she had already thought in her heart that if she could see Nuwa Niangniang, could she, could she let Niangniang wear the clothes she made?!

This is the only opportunity in the world, a miraculous Nuwa dress-up game!

Let Nuwa Niangniang be my figure!

Her figure must be great.

But it is to be passed down to future generations as a family heirloom.

And today, in addition to the mountain gods of the various museums, there is also Azhao from next door. It can only be said that this girl is measured in her actions, and her smile makes it easy for people to have a good impression of her. Even if there are Lord Wu'an, Overlord of Western Chu, and the mountain gods on the table, she is not timid.

After completing her first public appearance at the museum, she took the gift given by Wei Yuan.

"And thank you for helping Jue before."

"You're too polite."

The girl smiled and looked at the bag. Well, it was food, and it seemed that this person made it himself. She took another look, and there seemed to be buns in it, so the smile on her face became more sincere and brighter. But when she returned to the store, closed the door, the smile on the girl's face slowly faded.

"Nuwa's soil, turning death into life, turning the impossible into the possible."

As the mythological colors are gradually distinguished by reason, a sense of suspicion awakens in the girl's heart.

Normal people find it difficult to think of themselves.

She took out a fruit knife, her soft palm held the blade, and she unhesitatingly slashed it, the wound was extremely deep.

In addition to the stinging pain, no blood flowed out.

Instead, dust-like soil, star-like grains flowed in front of her eyes. The corner of the girl's mouth hooked, without a trace of a smile.

"Nuwa's soil…"

ps: Today's first update… 4,400 words.