Infrastructure Throne

Shen Qingze was still immersed in the joy of getting krypton gold rewards by relying on prostitutes for nothing. Immediately afterwards, the system ruthlessly issued a new reminder:

[The main task is limited to 72 hours!After the countdown is over, rewards will be determined according to the player's quest completion. If the completion is less than 30%, the quest will fail! 】

Like a basin of cold water being poured down his head, Shen Qingze was caught off guard and drenched. He stared at the huge blood-red countdown timer on the system board, and the smile on his face gradually disappeared.

What a broken game, close it now!

Shen Qingze let out a breath from his nose, and couldn't help but smile wryly, as if he had indeed closed down.

He frowned slowly, why didn't he mention the punishment for mission failure?

Or, a series of negative chain reactions caused by mission failure will lead to extremely unfavorable results for players?

His eyes wandered to the column of task reminders, and as expected, it was blank, with only a line of cold gray words, as if silently mocking him:

[If you encounter difficulties, please explore by yourself. 】

Shen Qingze: "...Damn!"

He almost forgot that "Era of Dawn" is a large-scale holographic online game. According to common sense, such a large main plot task should be completed by players born in the same Novice Village as a team.

For an ancient monster like Kunpeng, for the players in the novice village, the power gap is obviously too great, and it can only be slowly worn down by the crowd tactics of infinite resurrection of the players.

But the problem is - Shen Qingze is the only player in the whole world!

Everything that happened right now is real, he doesn't have a resurrection armor, once he dies, it is impossible to resurrect like an online game!

Letting him fight alone to defeat Kunpeng within 72 hours is an impossible task at all!

No wonder the system is so generous, it will give extra krypton gold coins, but it's just a carrot hanging in front of his eyes, he can see it but can't eat it.

The Yeshen Mountain in the darkness is quiet and mysterious. The hoarse wind whizzes through the sparse woods, and there are waves of screams like ghosts crying.

The lantern was the only light source around. Shen Qingze looked down at the thick black feather in his hand, his brows became tighter and tighter, and the bright red countdown counted down every minute and every second between breaths.

A sense of urgency weighed heavily on his heart like a mountain.

"There must be a way... It is impossible for the system to give tasks that cannot be completed."

Shen Qingze sat cross-legged on the dead leaves and mud with her eyes closed, and tapped her forehead lightly with her index finger. At the beginning of the game's development, considering the uneven distribution of players, she made a flexible design for the difficulty of the task.

There must be some way, even if there is only one player, it can be done!

Opposite Kunpeng, there is no match, only outsmart!

Thinking of this, Shen Qingze's eyes fell on the mission goal again - revealing the truth, dismantling the conspiracy, and saving Yuanliu City in the darkness.

The system did not ask him to face Kunpeng directly.

Judging from the information he has so far, the so-called "Night God" is Kunpeng, and "Eternal Night" is just the huge wings of Kunpeng hanging down to cover the sky above Yuanliu City, blocking the sun-this is the truth.

The anger of the night god and the slaying of demons are probably rumors fabricated by people with ulterior motives, with ulterior motives hidden behind them.

Father Li said that the priest of Abyss City can communicate with the gods, find out the demons hiding in the crowd and get rid of them—this is a conspiracy.

Expelling Kunpeng, or at least making it gather its wings hanging from the sky, can make Yuanliu City shine again!

Thousands of clues were woven into a web in his mind, Shen Qingze found the thread, stood up from the ground, made up his mind, and ran home...

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When the sun no longer rises, all the flow of time loses its reference.

I don't know how long it has passed, when Shen Qingze ran back to the village, he obviously felt quieter than before.

Most of the lights have been extinguished, and the prayers of the widow's house can't be heard, except for a small blurred light shining in front of the eyes from the lantern in his hand. As far as the eyes can see, there is a silent darkness.

Shen Qingze returned to the small wooden house in the dark, and called at the door for a long time, but no old man Li answered.

He frowned slightly, did he already fall asleep?

Shen Qingze pushed open the door of the house, and there was still a small oil lamp that hadn't been extinguished, but it hadn't been refueled for a long time, and the light was so weak that it was crumbling.

"Dad?"

It was quiet all around, only the leaky window frame groaning in the cold wind, and a bowl of plain noodles was covered in a big pot on the stove. It was the supper prepared by Mr. Li for him, and it was already cold by now.

Shen Qingze tightened the line of her lips, her heart suddenly sank!Something happened to Mr. Li!

"Wow! Aww!"

The barking of the big white dog suddenly came from the backyard—that was the direction of the iron shop.

Shen Qingze's eyes lit up, could daddy be in the shop?

Holding a glimmer of hope, he followed the sound and hurried to the blacksmith shop, only to see A Bai lowered his front paws, raised his spine, barked his teeth and barked at the blacksmith's house.

Shen Qingze's face sank like water, without saying a word, he kicked open the wooden door, the room was so dark that he couldn't see anything.

"I'll count to three, or come out." He narrowed his eyes slowly, his voice was as cold as a blade scraping through solid ice: "Either, die."

As soon as the words fell, he suddenly raised the crossbow in his hand, and fired three "aggressive" shots, piercing the iron floor in an instant and nailing it firmly to the ground!

Suddenly there was a scream in the room: "Ouch! You haven't started counting yet! You're lying—"

"Hush! Silence, idiot!"

It turned out that there was more than one thief, Shen Qingze's lips curled into a sneer: "It's too late, you all get out, if you don't want to be shot like a sieve."

The room was quiet for a moment, and finally a stern voice came out: "We can come out, you, you have to promise, you are not allowed to greet us with that thing!"

Still dare to bargain?

Father Li's whereabouts are unknown, and the countdown to the mission keeps reminding him of the preciousness of time.

Shen Qingze's heart was full of anger that had nowhere to vent, and there were some thieves who dared to touch him at this juncture!

With a sullen face and without saying a word, he rushed directly into the dark room with the big white dog.

A'Bai's sense of smell is extremely sensitive, even in the dark, he can bite accurately. Shen Qingze has a dagger in one hand and a crossbow in the other, and he can easily deal with the three thieves.

"Ah! Something is biting me!"

"Oh brother, don't hit me! I was wrong!"

"You two trash! Hurry up and copy the guy!"

After jumping around for a while, the dust settled, and the room became peaceful again. Shen Qingze re-lighted the lamps in the room, and the soft light drove away the darkness, reflecting everything clearly.

Jin Da, Yin Er, and Tong San were beaten so badly that their noses were bruised and their faces were swollen. Their feet were tied with thick hemp ropes, and they were hung upside down from the beams of the house, like three sandbags, dangling helplessly in the air. go.

Ah Bai squatted on the ground, grinning his white fangs, and the three of them shrank their necks like a tortoise in fright, for fear that it would burst out suddenly and bite off their own throats.

Shen Qingze held a cane, patted his palm, and looked at the three of them expressionlessly.

"Where did you get Father Li?"

Tong San was the first to lose his temper: "Old man Li? We don't know!"

"Pa——" the rattan slammed on his back, tore through the sackcloth, leaving a string of burning scars, Tong San let out a scream, screaming in pain, yelling "Father, mother, mother." stop.

Holding the cane in his hand, the young man said coldly: "Think clearly, and say it again."

Yin Er was trembling with fright, Jin Da's face turned pale, and he couldn't help stammering: "You...why are you being unreasonable? We really didn't do what happened to Old Man Li! You found the wrong person!"

Shen Qingze's eyes sharpened, the dagger let out a gleam of cold light in his palm, and the sharp blade hit Jin Da's throat.

"You really know what happened. Say."

Yin'er finally couldn't help it, and yelled loudly like pouring beans:

"It's the guards! It's the guards from the city who came to take old man Li away! It is rumored that when the eternal night comes, living people will be offered as sacrifices to the night god. According to the old custom, all the elderly in the city over 60 years old are sacrifices." ! He is already in his 60s, and he has a few years to live!"

"Shut up!" Shen Qingze slapped him on the face, his face was terribly gloomy.

The flickering light of the oil lamp illuminated his sharp-edged side face, his mouth was tightly pursed, and his cheekbones stretched out into a sculpture-like cold arc.

It turns out that this is the punishment for mission failure, not a drop in level, nor deprivation of attributes, but an irreversible death involving everyone around you!

Seeing his second brother being beaten, Tong San cried out with red eyes: "What's the use of you being cruel to us! Our grandmother was also taken away!"

Shen Qingze suppressed the bursting anger: "You bastards don't save your grandmother, what are you doing at my house!"

"Who are you calling a coward!" Yin Er glared at him with his neck straightened.

"That's because Boss Mo, the iron shop in the east market, is collecting swords and armor throughout the city. Boss Mo is related to the officiant Mo Yun. We can't resist the guards, so we want to follow his path. Give him the secret of the ironware, maybe he can save grandma!"

There was a moment of oppressive silence in the room.

The muscles on Shen Qingze's cheeks moved, his voice was thin and cold: "Who gave the order? Why didn't you resist this stupid living sacrifice!"

Jin Da yelled at him in a rough voice: "What do you know, a brat who has never experienced disasters!"

Because of hanging upside down for a long time, his face was bloodshot, and he said in a hoarse voice:

"Because there is no winter grain in the city! Last time, the beast slaves ransacked most of the granaries, and the rest may not even be enough for the nobles in the city. The profiteers only know how to hoard them, and the price of grain will rise again and again! How can the common people live and die!"

"Even if there is no eternal night, these old people can't survive the winter. In Yuanliu City, sixty is already an advanced age, and most people can't even live this number! They can't go to the fields to work, but they need food support, and they can survive in previous years After a while, but this year the city can't afford it! People starve to death on the side of the road every day, and old man Li knows it himself!"

"The sacrifice 30 years ago also made the useless old people in the city live sacrifices and offered them to the night god to eat, and then the sun came out! Otherwise, the eternal night will continue, and everyone in the city will freeze to death! It is their last value! The last dedication!"

As Jin Da said, a tall and thick man was crying so hard: "He just wanted to leave the hope of survival to you young people. Father Li volunteered to go with the guards!"

Shen Qingze felt like being struck by lightning!

No wonder Father Li behaved abnormally. He cooked him a sumptuous dinner, smoked a pipe that he was never willing to smoke, and even made him leave on purpose because he was afraid that he would be sad. He knew that he was going to be a sacrifice...

But I didn't realize it.

"Wang..."

A Bai held a piece of folded paper in his mouth, put it in front of Shen Qingze, and let out a soft cry.

Shen Qingze unfolded it silently, there were only a few lines of crooked characters on it, old man Li suffered from illiteracy, and only recently slowly learned:

"Ozawa, don't be sad, don't blame yourself, and don't come to save me. Ever since my wife and son died, I wanted to go with them. I met you by accident, and I lived for a while. So long Since then, I have regarded you as my son, although you don't say it, I know you are very filial."

"I've lived a long time, and I'm already very satisfied. The iron shop and the fields are left to you. You will marry a daughter-in-law in the future. There is still a bowl of plain noodles in the pot. Don't be hungry."

"Live well. Father Li."

Shen Qingze's eyes turned red a little, and his lips moved: "Who gave the order?"

Jin Da gasped heavily through his nose: "The order from the City Lord's Mansion is of course the City Lord's!"

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