I picked up a boyfriend in the infinite game

Cangmu looked dejected when he brought dinner to Song Guicheng, with his little head drooping and an expression on his face that looked like he was about to cry but not cry.

"After seeing you this morning, Lord Haoyu has been staying indoors and has closed all the entrances around his yard," the little girl poked at the rice absentmindedly, "This has never happened before. I think something has happened in the clan."

Cangmu raised his little head and looked at Song Guicheng, the worry and uneasiness in his eyes seemed real.

Facing her listless expression, Song Guicheng picked up a piece of braised pork for her. After thinking for a moment, he decided to tell the truth: "To be precise, it's not the Tianyu tribe that has an accident, it's this world that has an accident."

Song Guicheng stated the facts in a calm tone, but in this situation, such behavior seemed too calm, which made people feel cold.

The power of the gods that have been protecting this world is declining, and the world will inevitably usher in great chaos and the reconstruction of order. The Tianyu tribe is in the midst of it, and it is inevitable to face the coming disaster.

The chopsticks in Cangmu's hand fell on the table with a crisp sound. Her expression changed from uneasiness to panic, and finally to confusion.

There are problems in this world, so where should these groups living in this world go?

Song Guicheng narrowed his eyes slightly, taking in Cangmu's expression. His long and dense eyelashes cast a shadow on his skin. He trembled slightly, and when he spoke again, his clear voice carried a hint of gentle soothing:

“I am here to face this problem with your priests and with you.”

Although the starting points are different, the purpose is the same, which is to find and awaken the gods.

Cangmu's heart was dead, the light in his eyes suddenly dimmed, and he asked in a trembling voice: "Isn't Daiyana protecting us anymore?"

The thoughts and education she had received for a long time told her that Daiyana was protecting the Amamiyuki tribe.

For the Tianyu people, Laqi Ni Daiyana is the source of strength and courage, the synonym of peace and happiness, the powerful and reliable protector, and the supreme belief of the tribe.

Song Guicheng clenched the chopsticks in his hand and swallowed a mouthful of rice with forced calmness. The bitter taste of the rice blocked his throat, causing all kinds of emotions to churn in his suppressed heart.

"Your Ye Na is a little tired, and she will be fine after a while of sleep." Song Guicheng's voice seemed calm in the dim sky, but upon careful listening, it seemed a little tense, as if he was trying his best to suppress something.

But Cangmu couldn't hear it. She was delighted when she heard it, and looked at Song Guicheng with sparkling eyes: "Really?"

Song Guicheng said: "Yes, it's true."

"What if Yena oversleeps?"

"I'll go wake him up."

"Brother, can you wake up Jena?"

"Didn't you say I'm the messenger of Daiyana? I can give it a try."

"What if you can't wake up Yena?"

Song Guicheng's hand holding the teacup trembled slightly. He turned his eyes slightly and looked up at the sky with hope. After thinking for a moment, his lips curled into a faint smile: "If you stay in bed, how can Senior Haoyu wake you up?"

Cangmu bit her chopsticks and recalled, "Lord Haoyu would make me unable to get out of bed when I think of him, and when I wake up I can only lie in bed and stare blankly." She immediately explained, "But it's rare. I don't like to stay in bed."

Song Guicheng agreed, "We can also use this method on your Ye Na."

Cangmu shook his head like a rattle, saying "I dare not" several times.

Song Guicheng watched her seriously thinking about how to wake Wu Zhi up, his eyes full of pity. It's good to stay like this now, with a sense of crisis in your heart but still hopeful.

The current situation is still unclear. How to find the gods is just a guess. Whether they can find them or awaken them is still unknown. We can neither be completely desperate nor blindly optimistic.

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After dinner, the sky was not completely dark yet. The setting sun lingered in a corner, like a candle that was about to burn out, emitting a faint blood-like light, which looked a little strange.

Song Guicheng urged Cangmu to go back quickly. According to Gao Yu, the current time and space have become loose, the environment has become unstable, and the monsters are more agitated than before. The strange feeling of being stared at last night is a good example.

He closed the door and put the finishing touches on the clothes under candlelight. He also used the scraps to make a handkerchief and a simple cross-body bag, taking thriftiness to the extreme.

Song Guicheng touched the clothes, and the touch was delicate and smooth. In fact, if you look closely, you will find that there is a pattern on the fabric, but it is hidden in the flowing luster and not very obvious.

He didn't know what kind of craft this was, but he remembered that the clothes on Wu Zhi seemed to be made with this special craft.

Did Wu Zhi make his own clothes? This thought popped into Song Guicheng's head. He was amused by his own thoughts. He really couldn't imagine what Wu Zhi looked like sitting under the lamp with an embroidery needle in his hand.

Song Guicheng stroked his forehead, stopped his wild imagination, climbed onto the bed, and took out the book the clan leader had given him.

The paper of this book is rough, and the pages have become thin and brittle due to the erosion of time, and have taken on an old light yellow color.

Song Guicheng opened it carefully, immersing himself in the long river of history, looking for Wu Zhi's figure.

The content of the picture is specific and vivid, simple and easy to read. If it were an abstract painting style, Song Guicheng might have to study it for several days before he could understand it.

The story recorded in the book should be thousands of years away from now, because the Tianyu people in the painting were still wearing animal skins and holding weapons made of wood, and at that time, they still lived on the ground.

The ancient Tianyu tribe lived in a very harsh environment. Droughts and floods often occurred in this land, destroying the tribe’s homes time and time again, forcing them to migrate again and again.

However, the migration was not smooth, and all kinds of strange monsters would always attack them, in the water, in the air, on land, almost everywhere. At that time, the Tianyu people were completely unable to resist, and every fight with the monsters would result in the death of a large number of people.

But at that time, there were very few monsters, but there were many people in the Tianyu tribe. There were always people who could escape and gather together again to survive.

Song Guicheng flipped through the first few pages. The monsters they recorded were usually black, indescribable creatures, twisted and weirdly blurred into a huge piece, occupying a quarter or even a third of the picture, making it impossible to see their true appearance.

The Tianyu people stood in front of the monster in groups. Facing the huge beast, they seemed too small and had no power to resist. Some struggled desperately, while others gave up. They had only one thing in common: they could not turn over under the pressure of the monster.

The fear and trembling permeate and spread on the picture, almost pouring out of the book. Looking at it for a long time will make people's arms stand up with goose bumps.

Song Guicheng stared at one of the monsters for a long time. The monster was also a black shadow with a huge body. However, there was a lot of black gas extending around its body, like dense tentacles.

It reminded him of the last monster in "Ankang Orphanage", a huge black body with tentacles of bees coming from all directions.

What horrified him the most was that the Tianyu people in this picture did not have broken limbs, nor did they have their necks twisted or their chests cut open. Their bodies were almost intact, yet they jumped into the monster's mouth one after another.

It is so similar to the death destination of players in "Ankang Orphanage"!

The wind outside the house blew gently, and a chill slowly climbed up Song Guicheng's body along his spine. He pulled the quilt up.

After going through several copies and looking back, "Ankang Orphanage" is the most unusual one of all.

The premise for the development of the copy is a person's strong obsession. The rules of the copy revolve around him, the development of the copy is based on him, and the completion of the copy destroys him or saves him.

In "A Funeral in a Small Village", it was Li Caixia; in "Dream and Villa", it was the younger sister; in "Jie Si Luo", it was Yang Hanhai; in "Yong Ding Building", it was Xiao Wen; in "Happy Hotel", it was Calvin; all of them conform to the rules he mentioned.

Only in "Ankang Orphanage", their main task is to escape from the orphanage, and their identity is orphans. This tells him that the obsession with the development of "Ankang Orphanage" comes from the children inside.

However, the orphans who were supposed to be the big boss lived the same miserable life as them, and the final clearance had nothing to do with these orphans, but was connected with that unspeakable monster.

He still remembered the little girl No. 22 who helped him. The little girl was no longer alive and was the opposite of the monster.

It's strange, so strange.

He didn't think deeply about it at the time, but now he feels creepy when he thinks about it.

Song Guicheng rubbed his index finger on the paper, frowned slightly, sighed, and decided to put this question aside for the time being, as this was not the most urgent matter.

He took a picture of the page with his cell phone and continued flipping through the pages.

However, the content of the next page made him freeze in place.

Black fills every gap in the picture, swallowing up all other colors. It is unfathomable and boundless. The black has no layers, just pure silence, as if it is going to weigh down everything and overturn all vitality, vigor and hope.

Song Guicheng had an ominous premonition in his heart, and he turned another page. Sure enough, countless monsters emerged in an overwhelming manner, occupying the sky, water, and land. The yellowed paper was completely stained dark all around, leaving only a small piece of color in the middle, which was the desperate struggle of the Tianyu people.

Continuing to read on, for several pages in a row, the content of the picture hardly changed. There were only monsters and the Tianyu people surrounded by monsters. As time went on, all the Tianyu people were killed or injured, but the monsters still covered the sky and the sun, almost endless.

The colors in the picture became smaller and smaller, and the monsters surrounded and approached from all sides, plundering people's living place and their lives.

This should be what Gao Yu said, the catastrophic disaster that the Tianyu tribe had suffered, and the one who saved them was...

On the next page, a dazzling white light suddenly emerged from the boundless darkness, like a sharp axe, splitting a crack in the darkness and shining on the Tianyu people.

God, come to the world.

Song Guicheng held his breath and turned to the next page.

The cracks grew larger and deeper, and the darkness crumbled and shattered at an unimaginable speed, like sand meeting water, quickly falling apart. The white light grew stronger, gradually destroying all the darkness and bringing the entire scene into light.

The next picture is the god coming from the moon.

The god's face was blurred by the halo. He was hanging high above the sky, looking down at the underground where rivers of blood and corpses were scattered all over the ground, without any sadness or joy. It seemed more ruthless than the wind and snow, and deeper than the quiet night.

Yet he just stood there, and the darkness retreated, and all things ceased.

This is God.

During the heyday of Wu Zhi, even the sunlight and moonlight had to retreat, and the clouds and rain stopped with a wave of his fingers.

Song Guicheng suppressed his palpitations. He couldn't help but think of Wu Zhi in his dream, who was lazily and casually resting his head on the moon. His every move was free and unrestrained, and everything in the world was eclipsed by him.

In fact, Wu Zhi doesn't need to save them. It is his responsibility to maintain the operation of the world order and repair the cracks in the world. He should watch the demise of one ethnic group and the rise of another.

Reincarnation is also an eternal and unchanging proposition.

But he came anyway.

Song Guicheng leaned over and kissed the corner of the page.

For his God, for a God who was so soft-hearted.

The following events followed naturally. The gods could not bear the suffering of the world, so they drove away the darkness and monsters, bringing peace and hope.

The god pulled out a strand of silk from his clothes and gave it to them. The Tianyu people knelt on the ground, with their hands towards the sky, accepting it respectfully, and watched the god turn around and disappear into deeper darkness.

There was a faint flicker of light in the darkness, like diamonds on black velvet, or like fireflies scattered when a soul is broken.

In short, Wu Zhi left, the darkness closed, and the figure of the god disappeared.

The land is riddled with holes and full of dangers. The Tianyu people realize that the ground is no longer suitable for their lives, so they begin to seek space upwards. The silk threads given to them by the gods are their greatest help.

The Tianyu people use silk thread to weave nets for hunting, to travel on suspension bridges, and to make clothes. Perhaps they are not using the same thread originally given to them by the gods, but this habit has been integrated into their flesh and blood and passed down from generation to generation.

Song Guicheng thought of the intricate suspension bridges outside, which was also the shadow of the gods who had appeared.

Wuzhi only appeared in a few chapters in this ancient history, but afterwards, the Tianyu people created a large number of customs and rituals to worship the gods, thank the gods, and let the gods live forever in their hearts until now.

These are all we can learn from this book, as well as the altar pattern that the Tianyu people cannot see. However, for some unknown reason, only half of it remains.

Whether it was a natural disaster or a man-made disaster, there is no evidence to prove it.

Song Guicheng closed the book and looked out the window. Darkness engulfed the sky and faint fluorescent light flashed. He would set off tomorrow and wondered what the night there would be like.

He thought of the question Cangmu had asked during the day: what if he couldn't wake Wu Zhi up?

Song Guicheng bent his legs, rested his head on his knees, and replied softly: "Then please forgive me. I want to fall together with this world and you."