I picked up a boyfriend in the infinite game

Song Guicheng's light brown pupils trembled, staring at those strange and bizarre patterns and symbols without blinking. They were torn in half, and the remaining half page of paper had yellowed and curled edges, and it looked like it would break if touched.

Chief Jing asked, "What's wrong?"

Song Guicheng replied: "I have seen what is drawn on this piece of paper."

He took out the altar he had drawn from his pocket and placed it next to the pages of the book. The papers were yellow and white, and the contents were almost the same.

They looked at each other and saw shock in each other's eyes.

Chief Jing grabbed the white paper and looked at it over and over again, his tone was astonished: "You can see it? You can actually see it?"

Song Guicheng subconsciously asked: "What did you see?"

Chief Jing looked at him and said in a surprised tone: "See what is drawn on the last half page."

Song Guicheng was stunned: "You can't see it?"

Chief Jing fell silent, holding the paper and pacing back and forth while reading it.

Seeing his irritable look, Song Guicheng thought inappropriately in his heart, it's a good thing Jing He is not here, otherwise he would be scolded again.

After Chief Jing stood still, Song Guicheng asked again, "Can't you see what is drawn on that piece of paper?"

Chief Jing answered the question irrelevantly: "Mr. Song, I know that you are not from our world, and you do not belong to this time and space."

The atmosphere between the two of them changed subtly.

Song Guicheng narrowed his eyes slightly, raised his eyes, and waited quietly for his next words.

The corner of Chief Jing's mouth twitched, and his tightly furrowed brows carved a notch on his forehead. It seemed that he wanted to say something, but was hesitating whether to say it or not.

He glanced at Song Guicheng, then turned his head and looked through the door at the statue in the hall. After a moment, he seemed to have made up his mind and said to Song Guicheng:

"Legend has it that the last half of the paper contains the key to the divine realm of Kaname Daiyana. If one can enter the divine realm, one will be able to see Kaname Daiyana."

When he said this, he faced the direction of the statue, his tone was full of awe, his eyes were shining with reverence and yearning, as if seeing the deity was his lifelong wish.

However, when Chief Jing turned around and faced Song Guicheng again, this feeling disappeared, and he turned from a believer into an ordinary person again.

Looking at his expression, Song Guicheng felt that if Wu Zhi went into marketing, it would definitely be a dimensionality reduction attack, and this group of people would support him with their families.

At the same time, the patriarch's words also gave him an important clue: the key to enter the divine realm has always been in his hands.

In this way, Song Guicheng finally realized that in fact, in that small room that day, he was in the unfathomable darkness, illuminated by the gentle and bright moonlight. At that moment, he had entered Wu Zhi's divine realm.

"But I'm afraid that even if you get this key, you can't enter his divine realm."

Song Guicheng stared at the altar pattern tightly held in the patriarch's hand. His tone was calm as usual, but his body was ready to step forward and snatch the paper back at any time.

Chief Jing returned the paper to him and said with a helpless smile: "Indeed, even if we get the key, we can't find the entrance. Besides, we don't want to disturb Yena."

After he finished speaking, he bowed in the direction of the statue, turned to Song Guicheng and said, "Mr. Song, you can do it."

Song Guicheng slowly smoothed out the wrinkles on the paper and asked, "Why?"

The usually serious face of the Jing clan leader actually showed a little smile: "Yena favors you, I think Yana is willing to see you."

"Really?" Song Guicheng folded the paper again and put it back in his pocket.

"Probably." He said this uncertainly, but his tone was firm.

The two walked to the bottom of the statue. The statue was still sitting upright and the ancestral hall was still quiet.

The clan leader reached out and gently touched the altar. The delicate carvings had exquisite patterns, and his eyes revealed a hint of emotion.

"It is said that when the statue was first completed, Laqi Ni Daiyana touched it. After thousands of years of worship and incense offerings by the tribesmen, it has already generated spiritual energy." Chief Jing withdrew his hand and looked up at the cold and ruthless face of the statue. "I think that the direction of the statue is also the direction of the gods."

"Mr. Song, you felt it too, didn't you? The wind that didn't stir up any dust."

His gaze fell from the statue to Song Guicheng. It was completely different from when he was admonishing Jing He just now. It was deep and wise, as if he could see through something, which made Song Guicheng's heart tremble.

He said, "I know why Mr. Song came here, but unfortunately I am powerless. Even if I want to help, I have no way to start. Although our Tianyu tribe is blessed by the gods, we have never met the gods."

Chief Jing took two steps forward, lowered his head and looked into Song Guicheng's eyes: "But I can feel the choice of the gods. He chose you to succeed him."

Song Guicheng paused for a moment, tightened his fingers, and said coldly: "I refuse."

Chief Jing did not insist, and only said: "Then I wish Mr. Song a smooth journey and a smooth journey."

"Thank you." He thanked in a deep voice and left without looking back.

Before stepping out of the dark gate of the ancestral hall, he looked back again. The cold jade-colored statue had its eyebrows lowered and its eyes closed, looking sacred and solemn, dignified and ruthless.

That's how it should be.

If you want something grand and brilliant, bright and dazzling, it can only be Wu Zhi, not him.

Song Guicheng withdrew his gaze and stepped out.

The wind did not blow up the dust, but it made his heart sway left and right for a long time.

*

It was already noon when Song Guicheng returned to the room. He had a simple lunch. Hao Yu did not join him, but asked Cangmu to bring lunch to his room.

He simply ate with Cangmu. The little girl was very well behaved when eating, taking small bites without making any noise.

When Song Guicheng looked at her, he thought of Xiaohua. He paid attention to Xiaohua's condition from time to time, but unfortunately Xiaohua showed no signs of waking up.

I am worried, of course, but there is nothing I can do except wait for him.

When he was altering clothes for Cangmu yesterday, he was thinking that when Xiaohua wakes up this time, he could make a few more sets of clothes in different styles and designs for Xiaohua.

"Cangmu, don't you have to go to school?"

Song Guicheng remembered that the patriarch asked Jing He to take the children to school in the morning, so there must be a school here.

Cangmu was concentrating on a piece of meat ribs in the bowl. Hearing this, he replied, "I am learning from Master Haoyu."

“Would you be bored?”

After all, there was only one child named Cangmu in such a big place, and he had no playmates of the same age.

"No," Cangmu looked at him with clear eyes, "It's enough for me to have Lord Haoyu accompany me, and I can go out and play, and walk freely on the suspension bridge."

Song Guicheng nodded, indicating that he understood. He didn't expect that such a small boy could be so capable.

After Cangmu packed up the plates and left, the room returned to silence. All objects shone with a special luster in the sunlight, which was very comfortable to look at.

Song Guicheng decided to make the clothes quickly. The fabric looked very special. Hao Yu asked him to make a set, so it must be useful. He just didn't know what the use was. However, the sooner he finished it, the sooner he could set off on his journey.

He placed the book he brought back from the ancestral hall on the bedside table.

When Cangmu came in just now and saw this book, he was dumbfounded and almost dropped the lunch in his hand. Song Guicheng then realized that it was strictly forbidden to take the books out of the ancestral hall. Not to mention taking them out, even the clan members were not allowed to read them easily.

That's why she suggested yesterday that Jing He accompany him, but she didn't expect that the clan leader would directly ask Song Guicheng to bring him back.

"Brother, you are indeed the messenger of Laqi Ni Daiyana." Cangmu said solemnly.

Song Guicheng thought to himself: I am not a messenger, I am shit, once he gets on me, he can’t get rid of me.

……

In the afternoon he started drawing, cutting and sewing. It was much faster with samples for reference and it was almost finished by dinner time. Some details would be modified in the evening.

Song Guicheng put his clothes on the table and stretched.

Outside the house, the sun was setting, dusk was falling, and thick clouds were about to fall. Orange and red colors were intertwined in the clouds, burning the sky into a gorgeous picture. The mountains became more spectacular and charming under the afterglow of the setting sun, attracting all the attention of Song Guicheng.

Song Guicheng stretched out his hand to grab it, but only a few rays of afterglow passed through his fingers.

"Wu Zhi, I have forgotten a lot... I want to find you, and I also want to find myself."