Experience in building a branch of Crab Castle King in Hong Kong and Heilongjiang

Taketori Che "woke up" in a blanket of white light.

She thought it was the information world of [Book], but after a closer look, she found that the white light here is different from the light bulb special effect light that comes with [Book], and it looks more vibrant and full of vitality.

In fact, the current Taketori Che can’t tell what kind of state he is in. If he is “alive”, then he doesn’t even have a human body, only a light ball of consciousness floating around .If I say "dead", now I can think and look around.

In the end, Taketori Che felt that - a benevolent person like me should go to heaven after death!

"puff."

A slightly familiar chuckle came from behind her, and she tried her best to turn her round conscious body to look, only to find that it was Ma Canghao who was dressed in red and casually appeared here.

"Do people like you want to go to heaven?" Ma Canghao sneered maliciously.

Taketori Che tilted his light cluster, bouncing in the air like a rubber ball: "Dreams are always there, just in case."

She was surprised to find her voice coming from inside the sphere of light.

"I advise you not to have that kind of unrealistic dream." Asakura waved his big sleeves, and Haori was silent, "Instead of thanking God, you should thank me."

Taketori Che thought about it seriously, and immediately understood the cause and effect, and immediately asked in surprise: "Is this your divine domain?"

"That's natural. Otherwise, do you think someone will pick you up and keep you after you die." Ma Canghao waved his hand, and a desk automatically appeared in the space, with a set of expensive classical tea sets on it. The black iron stove was making the sound of boiling water.After finishing all this, the young man raised his head and looked at her leisurely: "Have a drink?"

Taketori Che: ...

"Okay." So she floated down and landed on the futon prepared by the other party in advance.

In fact, Ma Canghao hasn't had a drink with anyone for many years.In other words, he thinks that there are not many people in this world who are qualified to drink with him, and Taketori Che is barely one—this is based on the premise that she saved the world and holds the world's foundation [book].

However, he used to be a master of onmyoji in Heian-kyo University, but he still won't lose his manners in tea ceremony and hospitality.

Although Taketori Che is just a sphere of soul at present, it didn't take long to start jumping around curiously after sitting on the futon, and almost knocked over his iron kettle.

"If you are so lively again, I will fix you on the futon." The Shaman King with the appearance of a long-haired boy threatened with a smile on his face.

Taketori Che withered immediately, and the whole ball sat back in its seat, and the aura on his body dimmed a lot.

Are you a puppy with ADHD?Asakura really wanted to complain.

However, he still roughly explained some ins and outs of Taketori Che's death.

Since Ma Canghao asked the underworld to help hand over the "root chain", the original intention was to help her bind the [book] that is also the root attribute, and then see if she has a chance to get rid of the [book] away.

However, after Taketori Che perfected the [Book] with the remaining pages, the character of the [Book] has risen to one of the "world foundations", and it is no longer the previous "artifact" level toy.

Whoever wants to master something of this level will not only have to pay a certain price first, but will also face countless troubles and catastrophes in his fate-the promotion process of the world is definitely not smooth sailing, only the continuous experience Only through constant tempering can this immature and newborn world become mature, strong and independent from disasters again and again.

Ma Canghao, as the contemporary psychic king, is in charge of the soul and spirituality of all things in nature. He is already busy enough. When he saw that this thing has become a new super trouble, he began to think about throwing the hot potato to others. .

As a result, the original plan to draw fire from the bottom of the pot became smooth sailing, and he simply let Taketori Che, who had already paid the price of his body sacrifice and became a sacrifice for the promotion of the world, continue to serve as the sealer and guardian of the [Book].

That being the case, Ma Canghao couldn't just sit back and watch the other party's soul really go to hell to report, but use the "fate" of the gift he gave earlier to bring Taketori Che's soul back to his own god's domain to recuperate.

Anyway, Taketori Che is also a god, and the human body will die when it dies. At worst, it will be OK to turn around and reshape a new body with divine power.This is a common method used by gods to walk in the human world, but the frequency has gradually decreased over the years, and they don't like to show themselves in front of people.As for Ma Canghao himself, he would occasionally make out one or two doubles to go out in different vests, and generally no one would see through them—the big guys who could see through the vests were all masters of the same level as him.

After listening to the other party's explanation, Taketori Che breathed a sigh of relief.She knew that no one would give herself a gift for no reason, since Ma Canghao needed something earlier, it would be easier to handle.

"Don't worry!" she said briskly, "After I cultivate my soul and squeeze out a body, I will leave your God's Domain. I promise not to bring you any trouble!"

"Hurry up, don't dawdle." Ma Canghao urged her to hurry up, "You have been sleeping with me for more than a year."

Taketori Che was startled when he heard this.

more than a year?Am I a pig?

So the pig then lived a life of exploring every day in the Soul God Realm.

Ma Canghao was annoyed by her curious stupid look, so he simply left God's Domain and let her play with a ball floating around.

But in Shaman King's God Realm, there is nothing else, that is, some "spirits" are more fun, their intelligence is equivalent to that of a four or five-year-old innocent child, and they quickly became friends with Taketori Che, and enjoyed themselves happily.

Ma Canghao, who has sensed all the changes in his God's Domain from the outside world: ...

But soon Taketori Che got tired of playing again, no matter how those spirits pestered her to play, she was lazy.

As long as she stays here, she can automatically repair her soul, but she can't do anything until her soul is completely repaired.So she began to replay all the dramas she had watched in the past 20 years in her mind...

After becoming a god, memory can become very good, or it can become very poor, and she is the former.I feel that I can even recall all the details of the time when I was born, vividly.

I have to say that some old TV series and old shows are better to watch.It's a pity that Taketori Che missed more than a year and didn't catch up with new episodes and dramas, so he had to find a way to make up for it when he went out.

But the consequences of doing so soon came, because Asakura would occasionally glance at the situation in the field of vision (to see if it was dismantled by Hashi...Taketori Che), and if he was not careful, he would "spiritually see" Her inner world, and then followed the drama secretly.

Anyone who has used other people’s computers/tablets to chase dramas knows that usually it’s not very satisfying. For example, Taketori is watching A drama in his brain, but Asakura really wants to watch yesterday’s B drama, but he is too embarrassed to talk to Taketori. He said that he had no choice but to ask his subordinates outside to help him get the resources.

Poor Ma Canghao's believers are a group of tribal people living in the North American Indian Autonomous Region. Their ancestors have lived on hunting and herding for generations, and the men who set up bison are mighty and majestic.As a result, one day the great chief suddenly received an oracle saying that he was going to pull in the network cable and install the best broadband... Please imagine the shock of the great chief.

But the network cable was still pulled in, and Ma Cang happily began to search for TV dramas and movies from all over the world to watch.

He was originally an onmyoji in the Heian period of Japan, another great onmyoji after Seimei Abe, but he was crusaded by everyone because he practiced the forbidden law, and used the forbidden technique "Taishan Fujun Sacrifice" Carry out reincarnation.He turned around twice, each time at an interval of 500 years. He finally became the Shaman King two years ago. Before he had time to build his dream "world with only psychics", he was visited by his twin brother Ma Cangye. The violent beating of love in Poyanquan finally gave up the dream of being a villain.The whole god became Buddha.

After that, he suddenly realized one day—what the hell?I'm a backup after copy-pasting?How funny? ?

That was the day Osamu Dazai got the [book] and stripped the world off.

Out of some reluctance and curiosity, the following things happened.

It is of course great that the Shaman King can find a new hobby, but Taketori soon found out that this guy was reading his mind again, and he was still following the drama, and suddenly became furious: "Can you stop reading me?!"

"Then if you become stronger, I won't be able to read your heart." Ma Canghao sneered, "You are so weak, is it my fault?"

He could actually turn off the "spiritual vision", but he was always worried about other gods messing around in his house, so he habitually turned on the monitor.

——It has to be said that the reason why Asakang Hao was always hated by others in the past is not only his passive mind reading skills, but also his poisonous tongue.

Taketori Che was furious.

After careful research, she found that the reason why she couldn't block the mind reading technique was that she lacked a physical body, and the second was that her spirituality was not strong enough.

Reluctantly pinching the body takes time, and the enhancement of spirituality is related to the divine power itself.

What should I do?

After all, Taketori Che is a prodigy and beautiful girl with astonishing wisdom. With her clever mind, she quickly came up with a solution for the transition period.

Since you can't beat Spirit Vision, then join it!

So she wants to - make color! !

She wanted to see if she couldn't handle the color first, or Ma Cang had better turn off the mind-reading monitor by herself! !

Don't get me wrong, this is not to say that Ma Cang is easy to play with color (I'm afraid he will be killed by his guard Huo Ling), but to replace all the previous TV dramas and fan dramas in his head with a small adult theater of color!

The protagonist, of course, is her and someone.

The location can be changed, but it is fabricated out of thin air anyway, such as cinema, aquarium, amusement park, own home, dining table, stairwell, kitchen, tram...

The plot, roughly speaking, is that she met a certain event, met a certain person, and then the two of them had fun together.As for the details of the plot, they are meticulously crafted. This kind of play and that kind of play are played all over again without repetition, and then all kinds of sarcasm come up one after another.

As for the most important role played by the other half... After thinking about all the people he knows, Taketori still feels that it is the least psychological pressure to play the image of the boss!

Then, the characters are selected, the script is finalized, the funds are in place, the scene is ready... let's get started!

Taketori Che was a little shy at first, but once he got used to it, he felt great.

The small theater in the brain of the gods!Happy!

Ma Canghao: "Grass."

Once "accidentally" read Taketori Che's thoughts, his head was about to split open.

It's not that he didn't know about men and women back then, in fact, the affairs of Ping'an Jing are still vivid in his mind, but now that he is reincarnated as a god, he doesn't bother to talk about feelings with anyone, so his thoughts on this aspect naturally fade away.

The issue is!24 hours a day, 26 hours of your fucking mind playing with colors?Do you really think this is your home?

This time, he resigned himself to defeat, and finally shut down Taketori Che's "spiritual vision" supervision.

It's just that after three months, when this guy finally squeezed her own body, Ma Canghao couldn't wait to kick this idiot out of his domain.

"Get lost! Stop polluting my God's Domain with your disgusting thoughts!" The young god shouted ferociously, and then closed the gate of God's Domain with a bang.

Taketori Che, who had returned to the human world, was not in a hurry to leave, because the Indian chief who had received the Shaman King's oracle had already surrounded her with people, saying that he would help her recover during this period...after all, it was a newly acquired body Well.

Taketori Che scratched his head: "May Cang Cang let me get out of here? You still let me stay, won't this make you angry."

The elderly chief said very respectfully: "I have received a clear oracle. The oracle does require us to help you adapt to your body. I am not clear about the part of what you said that conflicts with the oracle."

Taketori Che pondered for a few seconds and understood.

The mouth made people roll, but the body was very honest and sent an oracle to help her adapt to the new body as soon as possible, so as not to be beaten back to the resurrection point when she went out.

Hehe, Ma Cang is good, the first time I open my mouth, I am old and arrogant.

The old chief in front of him seemed to be aware of her thoughts. When he raised his head, his eyes had the unique white light of a god, and his voice was Ma Cang's good voice: "If you don't want to stay, you can go."

"I don't want to~" Taketori stuck out his tongue at him and made a grimace.

The Shaman King didn't bother to care about this silly dog, so he directly exited the God's Descend mode and went after him.

In this way, Taketori started his new life in this Indian tribe under the pseudonym "Raton Hackedton", which means "sorrowful river".

Anyone who has played "Assassin's Creed 3" knows that this is the Indian name of the main character Connor Kenway, because there were a lot of tearing and debate around this generation of games in the forums, and Connor was also dubbed "" A man whose name cannot be mentioned".Anyway, he is a North American hunk, and Taketori Che thinks it is very suitable to use it as his alias.

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Another half a year has passed, and the vast and desolate land of North America is once again covered with snowflakes. Taketori Che has decided to leave after the New Year, otherwise the side effects of the [book] will come back, and Asakura may really want to angry.

That old Aojiao has already helped her a lot, so she shouldn't be too shameless.

At the same time, she didn't know that on the vast snow field, there were two horses walking slowly along the path between the mountains and forests.

The person who went to explore the road was wearing a bearskin robe full of Indian national style, but around his neck was a scarf with modern styles and crafts, and the windproof glasses were covered with frost and condensed snow. Before the hot air landed, it turned into ice slag.

As for the other person who entered the mountain, he was also wrapped up tightly. He was wearing a thick black down jacket that was above his knees. The fur collar hood was pulled up, and he was equipped with ear protection masks, goggles and other cold protection equipment.And on his horseback, there is also a large backpack commonly used by outdoor travelers, with a red mountaineering pick and a bundle of life-saving nylon ropes hanging on the side of the bag.

"Sir, after crossing this mountain, the last tribe here is in front of you!"

The mixed-race Indian boy who was walking in the front turned his head and shouted. He was a local guide hired by the latter with a lot of money. He was rubbing his gloves vigorously at the moment, "It's very cold this year! What are you planning to do here?"

The black-haired young man who was following the guide smiled slightly when he heard this question. The cold wind blew his red scarf and hit the hanging bag on the side of the backpack.

Something soft inside moved.

The young man reached out and touched the hanging bag, as if he was comforting it, or talking to himself.

"Find someone."