in the room.

Li Qiyu drove the wheelchair to the bedside, unbuttoned the windbreaker, took out his two arms, took off the windbreaker, and spread it on the armrest of the wheelchair.

At this time, Li Qiyu only had a vest and a pair of shorts left on his body. His withered body, atrophied muscles, and limbs hanging on his body in extremely twisted shapes had almost no effect except to prove that he was a person with sound limbs.

In addition, Li Qiyu also has a silver bracelet on his left wrist. This bracelet was left by his mother and has been worn since he can remember.

Li Qiyu glanced at the clock on the wall, and lay his upper body on the bed, while his lower body was still in the wheelchair. He grabbed the railing at the end of the bed with both hands, took a deep breath, and stretched his thin arms tightly, and the slender blood vessels and veins jumped one after another. , with two trembling arms, he grabbed the small section and dragged his completely immobile lower body to the bed.

Li Qiyu had already exhausted all his strength by simply going to bed. The world might really be unfair to him.

Li Qiyu stuck his butt out, gathered his limbs together, and lay on the bed like a mound, breathing heavily. It took him a while to calm down.

Li Qiyu twisted his body slowly, using only the strength of his two arms to change the direction of his body and bring himself as close to the pillow as possible.

Finally sitting up, Li Qiyu was sweating from exhaustion and was very thirsty, but he couldn't drink water to avoid getting up at night to go to the toilet.

Li Qiyu could only use this method to minimize the number of times he got in and out of bed.

Li Qiyu swallowed, tightly held the thigh of his right leg with both hands, pulled the leg that was leaning over, straightened it, laid it flat, and then pulled the other leg, and he was done getting on the bed.

In this series of actions, Li Qiyu's best time was 15 minutes and 32 seconds, which was improved by 13 seconds today.

Li Qiyu turned around and pulled a quilt over his body, then picked up a helmet from next to the pillow.

The white shell has turned yellow, and the red lace has faded. Li Qiyu held the helmet in his arms and wiped it carefully, as if he was playing with a centuries-old antique that he couldn't put down.

After sorting it out, Li Qiyu put on his helmet, slowly lay down, and pressed the "start" button that was hard to see clearly from memory.

"Welcome to the world of God Realm. This is your 2160th day of logging into the game. The system has opened a private copy just for you. Would you like to enter directly?"

"Private copy?"

Li Qiyu has been playing this game for 6 years, and this is the first time he heard that there is a private copy in the territory.

With curiosity, Li Qiyu clicked to enter directly.

In the dark night, looking up, the last star is silently hidden behind the dark clouds.

The whole world fell into darkness.

Only the occasional glimmer of light makes this dark world seem less lonely.

Under the feet is a stone path, with a unique white light reflected under the wisps of silver light, which can be seen clearly even in such a dark night.

It’s just a matter of seeing clearly.

There is nothing on both sides of the road, it is pitch black. The deep black seems to be swallowing up the light scattered from the sky. If you look at it for a second, you will be dragged in.

The stone path seems to be floating in the air above the endless abyss, and if there is a slight mistake, it will fall into the eternal black death.

In the distance, a hazy white mist seemed to be covering something, but the white crooked-necked tree next to it was really weird.

Tree, no leaves.

The whole body is gray-white, whether it is branches or trunks.

There are black eye-like patterns on the tree trunks, which are densely packed, one next to another, some are large, some are small, and they are uneven.

And among those eye-shaped patterns, there is a rectangular black one, which is very regular. Someone should have nailed it there.

Curiosity drove Li Qiyu to step forward and step on the stone road in the middle.

However, Li Qiyu did not walk over in one breath. Instead, he sat in the middle of the stone road and stretched his hands into the deep darkness on both sides.

He wanted to touch it to see if he could not see anything on both sides, or if there was indeed nothing.

Suddenly, Li Qiyu withdrew his hand and shuddered. There was really nothing on both sides, nothing at all, at least he didn't touch anything.

Li Qiyu opened the equipment column, took out a torch, lit it, and threw it into the abyss. The torch became smaller and smaller as it fell, until it finally disappeared without hearing any echo.

Now, Li Qiyu knew what was going on.

Walking forward, we crossed the stone road and came under the crooked-neck tree with eye-like patterns.

"The Grave of Hope."

This is what is written on the sign.

Li Qiyu carefully thought about the meaning of these five words. Is this a place where hope is buried, or will it mean that even if you have hope, you will eventually go to the grave?

Li Qiyu suddenly laughed. He laughed not because he understood the meaning of these five words, but because he thought that if Gao Xiaozhou saw these five words, he would definitely say: Oh, it turns out that the person buried here is called "Hope" .

Thinking of Gao Xiaozhou, Li Qiyu immediately called up the friends list, and the "happy fat man" was indeed online.

"Fat man, have you entered the private copy?"

The message was sent, and after waiting for a while, there was no reply.

Then Li Qiyu sent another message. After waiting for a while, there was still no reply.

He probably fell asleep while playing the game. This happened often, so Li Qiyu didn't care and closed the dialog box.

Li Qiyu turned to the left, and a row of black iron railings blocked the way.

Hanging on the railing is a sign made of several broken wooden boards, with a few lines of words written on it using something white and similar to lime.

you can come in

You can also go out

Don't take too much

Don’t take too little

Li Qiyu understood the first two sentences, which meant that he could come in and out at will, but he couldn't understand the last two sentences.

Li Qiyu had read from books that in the past, people had to visit the graves to worship their ancestors, and they would bring all kinds of paper money, paper ingots... and burn them to their ancestors, which would count as their dedication.

Do you mean I have to bring paper money with me every time I come here?

Li Qiyu didn't think too much, but stretched out his hand to try the iron door. There was a creak, as if two rough bones were rubbing against his ears, making his scalp numb.

The cemetery is densely packed with tombstones, some large and some small, some of ordinary bluestone, some of marble, and of course, jade.

Li Qiyu walked to an ordinary bluestone tombstone with several rows of words like this written on it.

Plutus

Greek Gods

Worshipers are given thousands of wealth

Li Qiyu likes money. I'm afraid there is no one who doesn't like money, but how to worship it?

Li Qiyu took note of it.

Immediately afterwards, Li Qiyu walked towards a marble tombstone, which read.

Freya

Nordic Gods

Worshipers have thousands of descendants

Uh... Li Qiyu is really not interested.

Then Li Qiyu walked to the middle group of jade tombstones.

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