Different dimension game

As a bullshit child who is only ten years old, it is really not easy to intimidate adults.

This Pan Hao is quite cooperative, at least he believed more than half of it.

As for the suspicion hidden in Pan Hao's heart, Wang Hao didn't care at all, as long as the other party cooperated obediently.

"Okay, I'll dig now!" Pan Hao picked up the Luoyang shovel and started digging holes in the ground.

The house they are currently in is obviously not a wealthy family. The ground is just compacted and a little bit of concrete is laid on it, and no floor tiles are laid.After so many years, these three composite soils have long been loosened.

A shovel is a big handful of dirt.

Seeing him working so hard, sweating profusely, Wang Hao sat on a chair with his legs crossed and acted as the governor.

By the way, they chatted one after another, telling Lao Pan not to think about it.

In fact, he wanted to click the [Time Acceleration] button, but out of respect for every friendly NPC, he continued to chat patiently.

"Where is my brother from?" Pan Hao asked cautiously while digging.

"Brother, I descended from heaven, not from your world, I... come from the future."

He is indeed not from this world, he is the fourth natural disaster!

"future?"

"That's right. In the future, house prices in big cities will soar and the Soviet Union will disintegrate. By the way, the 82 World Cup champion is the Italian team. Do you believe it or not?" Wang Hao is also bored when he is idle, deliberately teasing him, "What if If you gamble, the future may change.”

"I don't believe it... I don't believe it, the Soviet Union is so powerful, how could it disintegrate?!"

Chapter 143 The game between high dimensions

Pan Hao swallowed. At this juncture, he didn't bother to think about whether the Soviet Union would disintegrate. The most important thing was his own life.

"Actually, I still don't quite understand, brother...what are you doing here?"

"Well, let me tell you the truth." Wang Hao said helplessly, "If I don't interfere with this matter, 40 years later, these ghost things... natural disasters will come up, and many, many people will die by then."

"But now that I've done this, after 40 years, a lot of people will die less."

"That's probably what it means. I don't know if you can understand it."

"It's hard. I've failed hundreds of times. This time the chances of success are high, so I chose this solution."

But in Pan Hao's eyes, this information brought a sense of contradiction.

save the world?

He couldn't describe the feeling.

Pan Hao, 35 years old this year, has experienced many things and has come into contact with real capitalism. He longs for that kind of luxurious life.

The most recent encounter was when the team leader "Gregory" asked him to drink foreign wine, high-alcohol whiskey, with a reward of one hundred dollars.

For money, he drank ten cups in a row.

$1000 in hand.

This is just an obedience test before departure, but $1000 is already a huge amount of wealth. Pan Hao is addicted to the joy of making money and accepts it gladly.

Because of the rules of the world, this is the case.

Money rules everything!

Last month, in Causeway Bay on Hong Kong Island, a wealthy businessman ordered the girl who accompanied him to hold a beer bottle on her lap.

See how many bottles can be clamped in total, and blow the wine in one breath after clamping.

One hundred dollars a bottle.

The girls happily went, very happy, laughing and talking.

The one with the most drank eight bottles in one go.

Even Pan Hao himself thought this incident was very interesting and joyous, and he even wanted to be that rich businessman's boss to experience the thrill of being a luxury.

Everything is pushing him to make more money.

Money can turn ghosts around, and more money can stimulate people's unlimited potential and enjoy a luxurious life.

But he was not like this when he was young.He also had a life of studiousness and real ambition, otherwise he would not have been able to learn foreign languages ​​and get in touch with the wider world.

Once your vision is obscured by the world, you will often forget the real poetry and the distance.

Depravity is a gradual process. In life, riches and honors cannot be promiscuous, poor and humble cannot be moved, and might cannot be subdued. This is called a man. The books I read when I was a child will sigh with emotion when I grow up, but it is only emotion.

Now, the fallen him is working with this strange kid again to save the world?

This feeling made Pan Hao extremely astonished, as if he had forcibly switched from one life to another.

Wang Hao naturally didn't know what he was thinking, and said with a smile: "There is one more thing that cannot be forgotten. After you go out, hand over this letter to the local government. In fact, the biggest credit for this matter is Not me, but an old comrade named Li Xianfeng."

"Such a great contribution should not be forgotten, and you will also have some credit."

Pan Hao took the letter and stuffed it into his pocket.

I don't know why, that kind of complicated feeling surged up again.

He smiled wryly in his heart. This letter... means that I have a certain degree of use value?

Okay, let's be a little more down-to-earth.

As for what was written in the letter, he would not read it.

The deadliest thing in the world is curiosity.

Curiosity kills!

Forget it, let's work hard.

In this way, Pan Hao dug with all his strength, dug a hole for a day and a night, and did not stop except for eating.

I have been digging to a depth of more than 3 meters, and if I dig further down, there may be water, so I can only give up.

The hole is so small that only one person can enter.

There are also two small grooves below, and one person can squat on one side.

Naturally, he was extremely cautious about his own life. Pan Hao patted his chest, packed his ticket and said, "Cover some sponges, rubber and other things to the hole, so that you won't hear anything!"

Seeing that the sky was getting dark, Wang Hao nodded and said: "Then carry out the final plan tomorrow morning!"

……

Soon it will be the next day.

The place where the trumpets are hung has already been spotted - on a big camphor tree in the north of the village.

This big camphor tree is not living well in the "Xanadu", a place with little light.

The leaves are sparse and withered and yellow.

As a gigantic tree that is hundreds of years old, its trunk is so thick that five people cannot hold it in a circle. Although there is some decay, it will not be a problem for an adult to climb up.

Pan Hao carefully hung the horn on the top of the camphor tree.

"It's about to start... two lesser demon gods..."

After finishing all this, Pan Hao's heart jumped to his throat.

All he has to do is push a button!

The tape recorder will play the sound, and the sound of the loud trumpet can spread throughout the village!

This approach made him feel a little dazed.

That's right, the river of fate that was cut off in the middle was unexpectedly taken back abruptly.

I can only live another life.

"I didn't expect so many strange things to happen during this journey."

Shaking his head, he looked at the tape recorder in front of him.

Who is that child?

What should he do if he abandons me?

The first 5 minutes of the tape are completely blank, with some lead to give them time to escape back into the hole.

"Hey...I'm really crazy...It's no use thinking so much!"

"This is the last vote for the golden basin to wash hands. It's really not easy to do!" Pan Hao babbled his own catchphrase.

Glancing at the child under the tree again, the other party's eyes were calm, and no waves could be seen.

In his eyes, this child is the greatest terror, the kind that dare not resist with a word.

"Katsa!" He pressed a button on the tape recorder.

The tape starts playing!

The rustling sound, amplified from the speakers.

Jump off the tree at the fastest speed, grab Wang Hao and run all the way!How can a child who has no strength to restrain a chicken run a kilometer?I can only run with my back on my back!

Fortunately, there was no danger along the way.

Pan Hao ran back to the house with Lao Wang on his back, jumped into the dug hole, and moved a thick wooden box to block the hole with both hands.

Finally, cotton was stuffed into the ears.

My heart was beating wildly, and my back was sweating. I saw that it took less than 4 minutes.

"Fortunately, I ran fast enough!"

The two of them sat in the cave with big eyes and small eyes, gasping for breath.

Is it playing?

do not know.

Pan Hao shook the hand-cranked flashlight, and the light yellow light appeared in this dark and cramped environment.

He used a twig to write a line of text on the ground: "The horn should be playing, look at the straw shaking slightly, will all the weirdness outside die?"

Wang Hao also wrote in response: "Most of them should die. I'm not sure if those without wisdom will die."

He erased the line of text just now and wrote another sentence.

"However, don't even think about the Fountain of Youth. It is a derivation of the power of the Demon God, which is specially used to anchor others. If you borrow its power, you will be subject to its hidden control, and it is difficult to escape. You Can ordinary people afford it?"

"I see that you are strong and strong, and now you are also anxious to consider the issue of longevity."

Pan Hao smiled embarrassingly, not to mention that he almost lost his life this trip, but he didn't get anything, it was really a loss to his grandma's house.

"I don't really want to live forever, but I'm a little nervous. So many people died, I didn't even see it."

But Wang Hao wrote again: "There are still some jewels in the village. If you want to take them away, I can help you find them."

"You can see the Fountain of Youth, but you can't take it away."

jewelry?

Pan Hao's nose twitched.

This is also enough.

At this moment, there was an obvious vibration from the outside world, as if something was stimulated, rushed out of the room, and fought with each other!

Wang Hao couldn't help but his heart moved, and a smile appeared on his face.

When Pan Hao saw this smile, he was so nervous that he died.

He really can only coax this great god, and dare not neglect him.

Fortunately, this great god is quite reasonable, not the kind of barbaric and unreasonable type.

Wang Hao also wrote: “The process of [it] killing life is not an instant death, but a gradual step.”

"First, the sanity continues to decline, and when it drops to a certain level, the soul will be taken away."

But these old fritters living in the village have ways to increase their San value. Even if they suck other people's blood and deprive them of their vitality, they can restore their San value by a small amount.

So for a while, it won't be so easy to die.

The best way to restore sanity is - the well in the north!