The world enters the age of mythology.

A soldier suddenly thought of something, the corners of his mouth curled up, and he smiled slightly: "Hasn't it been more than a year? Guess what? I thought of a possibility, how about betting on a pack of cigarettes."

"You mean..."

The other person's eyes widened, and he also thought of a possibility!

There is only one possibility that can make the leaders fanatical - visitors from another world!

The messenger of the Great God of the Sea of ​​Clouds...

The Great God of the Sea of ​​Clouds is about to bring favors again.

This gossip soon spread to the whole town, everyone was surprised and excited, talking about it, whether it was ordinary people or religious fanatics in the temple, even the craftsmen who forged iron were not interested in working.

They looked eagerly at the direction of the gate of the town, all of them worried to death, looking forward, looking forward to it.

Visitors from another world... After a year, they will appear again!

……

At this moment, Lu Yiming had brought everyone back to the ground, personally resolved some incoming grievances, and after confirming that the surrounding area was safe, he breathed a sigh of relief.

"There is such a grand welcome as soon as you enter!"

These grievances are not very powerful, at most they are only at B or C level, and their abilities are also common, so it is not a big problem to deal with them.It's just that after killing them, the negative emotions in the air became more and more intense, and it was easy to attract more powerful types.

The combat power of the expedition team has been greatly improved, but they are not willing to fight these things endlessly.

Chapter 412 Hello, friends!

Jin Lili took out a positioning device, and after pressing a few buttons, the current coordinate position was displayed on it.

She said softly: "It's good luck. The positioning system we set up on the ground can still be used. It's not far from the base camp of the aborigines."

"The radio message has been sent, and they have almost received it... Well, they have already given a reply, saying that they will come soon."

Lu Yiming couldn't help laughing: "It seems that their life is okay."

The large army stopped in an empty square.

In this dangerous world, it is not wise to walk around. Even if the expedition team has a high combat effectiveness, there is no need to head-to-head with the local weirdness.It is still necessary to let the locals lead the way to ensure greater safety.

In just half an hour, people heard the sound of tires rolling.

Respondents from Native World, here we come.

With a thought in Lu Yiming's mind, he saw someone sticking his head out of the car from afar, waving his hands frantically.

"Hey, old friends, how are you!" After confirming that the car carried a few humans, he greeted in the native language, "We have come here as agreed!"

"Hello! Hello!"

Seeing Lu Yiming for the first time, Huang Fusheng was so excited that tears filled his eyes. He got out of the car quickly, ran up to shake hands, and almost spit out his nose together.

When Lu Yiming saw him, he also seemed very happy, and shook hands with him, "It's not bad, I've gained a little fatter and a little taller."

It should be the body strengthening potion, which played a role.

Meeting old friends is always a wonderful joy.

Huang Fusheng opened his mouth. While excited, he had thousands of words to ask, asking about his son, asking if he had brought any good goods, but he didn't know how to say it for a while...

And a religious fanatic following behind was even more neurotic and wanted to kowtow.

"God of the Sea of ​​Clouds!"

"messenger!"

This gray-haired old man has already regarded Lu Yiming and others as messengers of gods...

"No, please don't!" Lu Yiming hastily stopped the worship of these lunatics.

Things like religion have both advantages and disadvantages. At least at their stage of development, it actually has more advantages, at least it can unite people's hearts.

A year ago, these aborigines already had such signs.This time, the Sea of ​​Clouds also specially dispatched several relevant sociologists to find a solution to this matter.

Seeing Huang Fusheng and other people looking nervous and expectant, Liu Xuwei stood behind and said with a smile: "Friends, we brought a lot of good goods this time! The quantity may be more than expected, you guys You may not be able to afford it. Let’s talk about it first, everything is exchanged at equal value, and it’s a fair deal.”

"Yes..." Lu Yiming also nodded and said, "Let's go, take us to see how your development is going."

These people immediately felt relieved. To be honest, their Qingshi Town was able to develop to its current scale, largely because of profit issues.

Although religion is powerful, it has not yet developed to the point where it can attract people from thousands of miles away.

The prosperity of the world is for profit, and the hustle and bustle of the world is for profit. Qingshi Town can produce a small amount of industrial products, but these bicycles, tricycles and the like are far from enough in terms of quality, and they are not enough to meet the needs of the surrounding people.

There must be high-quality goods carried by "visitors from other worlds" in order to attract people from farther places to come and settle.

As for fair trading, it is naturally not a problem. Could it be that there are still people who dare to snatch the things of Great God Yunhai?

"Get in the car first, we'll talk when we get back." Lu Yiming said.

These electric trucks were given to the original residents by the Yunhai. There are three in total, which can carry goods and people.

If you squeeze it, more than 100 people can carry it.

It has been more than 21 years since the Grudge disaster happened, and cracks appeared one after another on the original concrete road.

Bridges of relatively poor quality have also collapsed.

But most of the infrastructure, even after 21 years, is still functional.

Lu Yiming, the co-pilot sitting in the cab, chatted with Huang Fusheng casually.

This year has also experienced a lot for the humans in Curse Continent.

When he heard that there had been an A-level disaster in the market, Lu Yiming frowned unhurriedly.

Huang Fusheng shook his head when talking about this matter: "It's still not careful enough. A total of 8 people died. Fortunately, we escaped quickly and dispersed in the shortest possible time... The main reason is still because of the crying of the baby. , gathered too much negative emotion.”

"We originally thought that with the yellow paper, we would be able to resist the dissemination of such negative emotions. After a long time, we became a little paralyzed. I didn't expect that it would still attract strong resentment..."

I also heard that later, everyone found a way to establish a "nursery" for collectively raising children. The number of newborn babies reached 300 within a year, and Lu Yiming's mood gradually eased.

300 babies far exceeded expectations. After all, the resident population of Qingshi Town is only 3000, which is equivalent to a 10% birth rate!

It is even much higher than the birth rate of the Sea of ​​Clouds.

Speaking of this, Huang Fusheng seemed a little excited again, "The establishment of a nursery school used a total of more than 500 pieces of yellow paper! The cost has not been recovered yet! But the effect is indeed there, and it will never explode again. Such a serious accident..."

"There are also many outsiders who come to us specifically to send their wives and children to the nursery."

This "nursery" might be able to make money in the coming year, which was unexpected at first.

Collective power is gradually transforming the world.

With his personal financial strength, he definitely couldn't spare [-] yellow papers, not even the leader of the caravan.

But everyone has one piece for you, one piece for me, and together, we have formed this preliminary collective economy.

"Very thoughtful! Very good concept." Lu Yiming praised.

Huang Fusheng asked hesitantly, "My son...how is life over there?"

"I have a video here, which was recorded by your son. You drive carefully first, and I will show you the video when you arrive at your destination." Lu Yiming took out his mobile phone and said with a smile.

Naturally, they have already considered these small details.

"Okay! It's coming soon!" Huang Fusheng naturally believed what Lu Yiming said, even though he had never seen the real video.

Sure enough, his son was doing well there.

He doesn't have the superpower to spot lies, but he does have a special vision to sense emotions.When most people are lying, their emotions will also undergo subtle changes.

However, in his perception, Lu Yiming's emotional cohesion is like a real black hole, he can't see his emotions, almost can't sense anything.

He has never felt this kind of feeling before, even if it is an A-level resentment, it seems that there is no such degree of emotional cohesion.

The stronger the resentment, the higher the degree of emotional cohesion.

"The last time I saw them, they didn't seem so powerful, did they?"

"They've gotten better."

Just thinking about it, a word suddenly popped up in my heart: Messenger of the Great God of the Sea of ​​Clouds!

When this idea came up, Huang Fusheng, for no reason, thought of some sayings in the "Yunhai Sect", the saying that Yunhai God is the savior, saving mankind and so on.

Chapter 413: The Messenger of the Great God of the Sea of ​​Clouds

There was a soft "bang", and the tires of the car seemed to overwhelm a small stone, causing it to vibrate.

Huang Fusheng quickly threw these wild thoughts to the back of his mind and changed the subject: "These farmlands were reclaimed by the surrounding refugees. Many people here moved here from other places, and sometimes there are conflicts. But as life Wealth, murder, robbery and other things are much less..."

Listening to what the other party said, Lu Yiming looked out the window.

"Yes, if there is something to eat, people will yearn for order."

In the suburban area close to Qingshi Town, there are a small number of farmers who live on the farmland they cultivated.

Some mutated potatoes, or economic plants such as cotton and hemp are planted above the farmland.

From a distance, I saw two farmers riding tricycles, carrying baskets of plants onto the tricycles.

No matter how far the river goes out to the sea, there are some fishermen who rely on fishing for a living.

Although the fish in the sea are somewhat polluted, they can still be barely eaten after being processed in various ways.

Lu Yiming remembered one more thing: "In your world, has Yanghe disappeared?"

"Yang...he?" When Huang Fusheng heard this term, he didn't realize it for a while. He thought for a long time before he slapped his head: "I'm sorry, we really don't know this news."

"Yang River is in the deep sea, and we have no way to investigate it."

There are also some powerful resentments in the sea, so fishermen usually don't go fishing in the deep sea, so naturally they don't know about it.

Since this world can barely survive, they have no interest in going to Yanghe.

Lu Yiming didn't mind too much, anyway, he would just take some time to go and see for himself.

Just talking like this, Qingshi Town, here we are!

It may be because of the leak of the news that a large crowd gathered at the entrance of the town, it was almost a sea of ​​people, and the patrolling soldiers were trying their best to maintain order.

If it weren't for the fact that negative emotions would cause resentment, these people would have started quarreling and conflicting.

"They're coming! They're really coming!"

"God of the Sea of ​​Clouds!"

"messenger!"

Some screams were heard from afar.

Although the people here are cunning, they are quite simple in some respects.

There were even some foreigners who heard the news and watched from a distance by the side of the road.

Several caravan leaders who stayed behind were looking eagerly at the arrival of the electric truck and kept waving their hands!

"It's really coming, it must be real!"

"I won a pack of cigarettes."

"Who will bet on you? Isn't that obvious?"

"Messenger! Messenger!" Several magic sticks howled heart-piercingly, running after the car from a distance, seeing Lu Yiming and others were even closer than their own mother.

"Friends, hello." Faced with such a lively welcome scene, Lu Yiming bit the bullet, leaned his head out of the window, and greeted.

After a year, Lu Yiming's appearance hardly changed, so he was naturally recognized by them.

Many people here have received the favor of the Sea of ​​Clouds.

The statue of Lu Yiming is still enshrined in the temple, and basically everyone knows it.

"Messenger! Messenger!"

The crowd suddenly became more enthusiastic, cheering loudly—even if this behavior was a little dangerous.

The more lively the place, the more dangerous it is.