Global Gaowu: What’s wrong with being in a wheelchair? You can still destroy gods with one finger

Base, teaching building, in a very large room.

Directly opposite is a huge screen, about the size of a basketball court.

The screen was divided into hundreds of small squares, and each small square contained an independent picture.

In the screen, different game characters are completing different game tasks at this time.

This is a game mission created by the Hunter School technology team for the entrance exam, and is embedded in the game world of "Divine Territory".

Based on the basic personal data of the students, the game will randomly match a task. Its biggest function is to screen out suspicious characters and protect the Hunter School from being penetrated.

"Captain, you said that we hunters are sandwiched between the big guys in the upper clouds and thousands of city lords. What are you trying to do?" Liu Ziyong randomly called up a picture and projected it on the screen in front of him.

Wang Lingxu did not answer, but Zhe Feng took the lead.

"The city lords in the upper cloud layer, middle cloud layer, and lower cloud layer are all interest groups. If there were no existence of our hunters, if these people broke up, the world would fall into war again."

Liu Ziyong is the youngest in the team and outspoken. "Then we, the hunters, are not human inside and out, and we cannot please both sides?"

"At least he is polite to us on the surface."

"To be honest, I really admire the old man. How courageous it takes to get all the city lords to acknowledge our existence."

Liu Ziyong then asked: "Hey, Captain, I heard that the reason why the old man never leaves the school is because there is something terrifying underneath the school. Is this true?"

Wang Lingxu rolled his eyes at Liu Ziyong and said angrily: "If you really have nothing to do, just stare at the screen and stop babbling here."

Liu Ziyong was stunned, turned his head angrily, and carefully observed the screen. Everything was as usual, nothing wrong.

Suddenly, Liu Ziyong found that a small screen was black, pitch black, and couldn't see anything. He quickly moved it over, checked it carefully again, and shouted.

"Captain, come and see, Li Qiyu's game screen is black and nothing can be seen. Moreover, I have carefully checked the data in each link and there is no problem."

Wang Lingxu frowned, squinted his eyes, seemed to be thinking about something, and suddenly asked: "Why do you think this problem occurs?"

"Maybe Li Qiyu entered an unknown space."

……

It was the same cemetery where the gods were buried. Li Qiyu had never been here since his father's death. It had been more than a month.

At the end of the stone road, there is the big bare tree with eye-like patterns. From a distance, it seems that there are two people under the tree. After a closer look, it is true, they are indeed two people, living people.

Li Qiyu was stunned for a moment, couldn't he be the only one who could come in here?

With such questions, Li Qiyu carefully crossed the stone road and came to the foot of the big tree.

I saw two old men squatting on the ground, as if looking for something.

Li Qiyu also squatted down, with his three heads pressed together, looking at the ground.

"Boy, what are you looking for?"

One of the brown-skinned old men raised his head, narrowed his eyes and took a hard look at Li Qiyu. It seemed that it took him a long time to recognize this person, and said, "Uh... this old guy lost his hammer. I'm helping him find it."

Li Qiyu looked at the bare ground and saw clearly that there was nothing but dirt.

"Uncle, what kind of hammer are you looking for? Can I help you find it?"

The white-skinned old man had all his teeth missing, and his upper and lower lips were wrinkled. He stretched out a trembling finger and drew slowly on the ground.

Only two strokes were drawn, a circle, and a stick inserted underneath.

Li Qiyu felt like his head was buzzing. Is this a hammer? This is obviously a chopstick stuck under a persimmon. It is really difficult to communicate. Could it be that whose father is lost?

Li Qiyu thought for a while and decided that it was more important to find out the identities of the two old men first, so he asked: "Uncle, what are your names? Where did you come from? Do you still remember where your home is?"

The two old men stopped talking to him and concentrated on squatting and looking at the floor without moving. No matter how nice Li Qiyu said, the two old men just squatted there, motionless.

Li Qiyu thought for a while, then called up the dialog box and found Gao Xiaozhou.

"Fat man, are you there?"

Ding dong. Then a message popped up, it was Gao Xiaozhou who came back.

"Yeah, I'm so perverted in this task. I was asked to eat twenty hamburgers in ten minutes, and I failed three times."

Li Qiyu shed three drops of cold sweat on his forehead. He was too embarrassed to expose him. He probably failed on purpose, just to eat more.

Forget it, that's not the point.

So Li Qiyu asked: "Suppose there are two old men in front of you, and you are eager to know their identity information, but they just ignore you. If it were you, what would you do?"

"Deaf mute, right?"

"No, he's very good, but he's too old and his reaction is a bit slow."

Gao Xiaozhou sent a lewd expression and said, "This is not easy to handle. I'll get two adult books, the ones with pictures. The older I get, the more I like them."

Li Qiyu regretted asking for help outside the court.

"Isn't there a normal way?"

"This is a normal method. As long as you are a man, the older you get, the more you like this."

Li Qiyu scratched his scalp and asked doubtfully, "But I don't have it."

"Tch, this is not a trivial matter. You don't have it, but my brother does. I'll find you some more powerful books, and I'm sure to cure Alzheimer's."

Ding ding dong.

Li Qiyu received unread emails.

Quickly click on it, wow! For an underage child, the picture is really jarring.

But there is no good solution at the moment, we can only treat the dead horse as a living horse doctor.

Li Qiyu took out the color magazine, rolled it up and held it in his hand, then squatted back down again. After thinking for a long time, he finally came up with a line of dialogue that was not suitable for his age but was very appropriate for the scene at this time.

"Uncle, do you think you dropped these two books?"

The colorful picture really caught the eye. The two old men turned their heads almost at the same time, and their four eyes immediately became brighter, as if they had become dozens of years younger in an instant.

"Ahem...yes, yes, that's what I'm looking for, bring it over!"

The white-skinned old man stretched out his hand to grab it. The bronze-skinned old man’s hands were as fast as lightning. He knocked off the dirty hand and stood firm.

"Fuck you, what you threw was a hammer, these are obviously books."

"What I lost was the book, what kind of hammer, I don't know!" The white uncle pushed the bronze uncle into a squatting position.

The bronze-colored man was not someone to be bullied. He suddenly stood up and shook his fist.

It seemed like a soft and ordinary straight punch, but the moment it hit the face, the white old man disappeared into the dark sky like a shooting star.

Li Qiyu was dumbfounded and hurried over and asked kindly: "Uncle, who are you?"

"Hercules!"

"Where's that one?"

"Thor the idiot!"