I'm flirting with God in the infinite game

A group of guests...

It should be them.

The number of people in the dungeon remains unchanged, who are they referring to?

villagers?player?or both?

When Lu Zhi lowered his eyes to think, he suddenly heard a voice running over and calling him.

It always felt that something was missing, and when Ma Li was making noise in his ears, Lu Zhi suddenly remembered that Qu Dao hadn't been calling out because his ears had been so clean for a long time.

"Brother Lu!" Ma Li ran over, sweating on his forehead in not too hot weather, "Just now I walked around the town, and found," Ma Li swallowed, "I found this small town It’s really weird, there’s a river that’s separated by two to three meters in the middle.”

Ma Ma said and pointed to the west entrance of the town.

The town is not big, and the houses are scattered. The rows of houses are aligned like crooked corn cobs. From Lu Zhi's point of view, the river that Ma Li mentioned can't be seen at all.

But he roughly guessed that this should correspond to the two families.

Maybe across the river.

"Is there often no administrator in this game?" Lu Zhi asked suddenly.

"No." Mali breathed a sigh of relief, "Except for this time and last time, there are in the usual dungeons."

Lu Zhi nodded, but did not speak.

Coincidentally, at this time, there was a mocking and joking sound above his head——

【Be careful not to get hurt】

【Admin stay】

It was the voice of 'Little God'.

Obviously, not only Lu Zhi, but more players have heard it. The very recognizable voice that really treats all of this as a game and leisurely fights crickets with a flat grass belongs to the so-called little god. people.

After hearing this prompt, Ma Li shrank his shoulders, and muttered anxiously: "Sure enough... I still can't hide..."

Following this voice, the originally gloomy sky darkened instantly, and several dark clouds in the sky surged up like turbid waves.

Looks like it's going to rain.

But the villagers seemed to have no intention of doing anything. They all maintained their original posture of squatting and pulling grass, standing and looking at the sky, moved their feet a little better, moved a nest and continued to empty.

Several of Lin Dong's buddies approached the villagers with a cue plot, but Shi Stick didn't fart, and the villagers either ignored them or simply turned around and left.

After hearing the prompt from the little god, the players obviously panicked a lot, except for two people.

The Qin who was leaning against the big tree with an indifferent expression seemed to be familiar with it, and Bai Ren who stared at the stele for a long time and didn't respond to any sound.

"Did you see Qu Dao when you were walking around?" Lu Zhi tilted his head to Ma Li, but his eyes were on the man beside the stele.

"No." Ma Li said, "Maybe it was matched to another copy?"

The chances of matching other duplicates are low to none.

Even if the intimacy between him and Qu Dao is only 2, it is more than most of the dungeons that have never been seen. Moreover, the dungeon that could not be opened due to insufficient number of people, how could it be possible to gather 28+ players all at once.

But he hummed casually and didn't refute.

Step towards a certain direction.

In order to have a real experience, Bai Ren would turn off the management authority before entering the dungeon, except for the bad one.But it's just to prevent accidents, the management authority is turned on, and the answers and clues are all blocked.

Tens of thousands of copies are calculated by the system itself based on the code and the core of thought. When the previous generation of designers took over, Bai Ren modified most of the calculation formulas, but as far as a copy is concerned, he and all The clues that players learned are consistent.

Just like to put clues on inconspicuous objects is his habitual additional code, such as the oil painting of 956 copies, and the stone tablet here.

But the system will play at will according to the code, and even the language is randomly matched.

Just like the lines in front of you.

So Bai Ren, who was carrying props loaded with hundreds of languages ​​​​on Earth, couldn't understand what was being said.

"This is Sanskrit."

Bai Ren tilted his head slightly when he heard the sound, Lu Zhi stopped, and looked up and down at the stele with his hands behind his back: "Feishi, Caucasian, ancient Indian... This god, I'm not very professional."

Bai Ren: "..."

"The translator doesn't seem to have this language." Lu Zhi turned his head and smiled at Bai Ren, "Do you understand it?"

While talking, Mali also followed, first greeted Bai Ren, and then said: "Yes, my translator can't recognize it, but fortunately the villagers speak Germanic, which is available in the prop system. "

"Have you communicated with the villagers?" Bai Ren looked at Ma Ma.

Ma Ma: "No, they talked by themselves. They said what to do tomorrow, and such a group of people came. I didn't quite hear it. I don't know if it's my illusion. I always feel that the people in this village are watching us. The eyes are a little complicated. It's like—"

Mali pondered for a long time but couldn't think of any accurate words to describe it, so he heard Lu Zhi say: "Waiting for someone to come, but in my heart I don't want him to come, and I feel helpless when I see someone coming?"

"Hey, that seems to mean it..." Ma Ma was actually confused by Lu Zhi's words of "come and go", but he didn't want to admit that he didn't understand, so he changed the subject bluntly and said: "This stone tablet is Has something to do with the copy?"

Otherwise, why would the two bosses have been watching the stele for a long time.

Lu Zhi didn't respond, raised his eyebrows lightly, and stared at Bai Ren for a while. The latter pursed his lips, and after a long time, he said, "I just took a casual look."

But Lu Zhi quickly answered: "Speaking of the Sanskrit on the stele, I do know someone who knows it."

Ma Li let out an 'ah' in surprise. Sanskrit is a relatively small language in China, and almost no one would learn it without special interests or uses.

"Brother Lu, it's useless to know people outside, and we can't get in touch..."

"Do you still remember the nagging skinny monkey in the last dungeon? You saw it at the entrance of the dungeon just now." Lu Zhi looked at Bai Ren, "He often studied Taoism and Buddhism when he had nothing to do, but he learned some Sanskrit. It should be no problem to be able to translate word by word and understand the general meaning.”

"Qu Dao?" Bai Ren asked.

Lu Zhi seemed a little surprised, he was slightly stunned for a moment and then lowered his head and smiled: "You actually remember Qu Dao's name."

"Lu Zhi." Bai Ren seemed to confirm that he had no signs of dementia, and called his name again, "I haven't reached that level of forgetfulness yet."

"No, I thought you—" wouldn't care.

Lu Zhi smiled lightly, raised his hand and said, "Forget it, let's think about how to pass the dungeon."

At this time, a flash of lightning flashed overhead, but there was no thunder to follow, let alone the unexpected rain.

It's just that the flash brought a gust of wind, and several players in thin shirts and hot pants folded their arms to avoid the wind.

An old man on crutches slowly walked out of the row of gap-like village houses, as if he was in a hurry to welcome the guests but could do nothing. The old man walked over with half-limped legs step by step, with a hoarse but loud voice. : "I'm really sorry, my legs and feet are not good, I kept the guests waiting for a long time! I'm Sigmund."

Bai Ren and Lu Zhi looked at each other.

It seems that the plot has begun.

Sigmund took another two steps forward, Lin Dong and the peaked cap greeted him directly, without saying a word, they waited beside him.

Sigmund's eyes flicked over everyone, and a few deep lines appeared on his gully-covered face. He smacked his chapped lips and said, "I haven't had any guests in the village for a long time. The houses are shabby, I'm afraid I want all the guests to settle in each house first."

Lin Dong took a step forward with a big smile, and said in fluent German: "Where is it? We are bothering you. It's up to you. Are you the village head here?"

Sigmund stroked his half-length white beard and replied with a polite smile: "There are few people in our town, and we have one family. There is no such thing as a village chief or not. It's just that he is a few years older."

"Amir, Jonas, take the guests to live in each house first." Sigmund's gray-blue eyes watched the two young people coming from the corner, and he said a few more words: "Be sure to treat them well." .”

Ma Ma whispered behind Lu Zhi: "This village is so poor, how can we treat them well..."

Lu Zhi's eyes narrowed for a moment, and he squinted as he watched the two villagers distribute the players to each household in teams of two or three.

When he got to his side, Sigmund walked over tremblingly, pointing to the ground with his crutches, and said, "If you don't mind these two distinguished guests, come to the humble house. Amir , the other two will come to your house, and you must entertain them well."

Sigmund emphasized again.

Lu Zhi and Bai Ren, who were assigned to Sigmund's house, glanced at each other.

Bai Ren still had no ups and downs in his expression, and his calm lake-colored eyes were calm.

However, Lu Zhi raised his eyebrows and lifted his mouth, his chin slightly raised: "I don't know how many free beds there are in the old man's house. I don't sleep well..."

"I'm on the floor." Bai Ren pursed the corners of his lips, followed Sigmund with a serious face and took a few small steps forward.

Lu Zhi followed, and said 'tsk' twice: "Mr. Bai is too out of touch, everyone is a man, so why not be embarrassed, I--" He deliberately tilted his shoulders, and for a moment he almost touched Bai's face. Shinobu's shirt sleeves, said: "will eat you?"

Bai Ren's thin skin revealed a layer of pink.

Lu Zhi teased him too, he didn't want to really make Bai Ren feel like he was playing hooligans, if the next dungeon didn't communicate with him, it would be a mess. Just as he was about to say a joke and take it over, he felt that his cuffs were One person stopped.

"Brother Lu..." Ma Ma looked at Lu Zhi with a constipated face, and then quickly turned his eyes to the only "relict jewel of the sea" Qin who was not taken away, and squeezed out two words between his teeth: "Save, I -"

That Mr. Qin stared at the ground with a cold expression. He didn't know if he heard Ma Li's words. He leaned forward with his right foot on the trunk of the tree and walked over.

Lu Zhi looked to the right, and felt that Bai Ren didn't seem to want to be on the same team with him, so he might as well do a good deed.

With his arms crossed and retreating, he followed closely for two steps, walked in front of Sigmund, and faced several people: "Old man, change someone, me and—"

He deliberately lifted his finger and slid it across Bai Ren's face, nodded towards Ma Ma and Qin, and said, "These two live, whichever one is fine."

Sigmund stopped, squinted at the four of them, and said solemnly: "Sorry, we have to follow the original arrangement."

Lu Zhi's tone rose: "Oh? Is there still such a rule in your small town for entertaining guests?"

Sigmund didn't seem to expect that Lu Zhi would ask such a question, his face blushed, he exchanged glances with Amir, and said after a while, "All of you can come to my house."

Lu Zhi glanced at Ma Li, who nodded hurriedly, as long as he and Qin Shen were not allowed to eat and sleep together in the same room, it would be fine.

Lu Zhi agreed, and the other two did not object, and the four followed Sigmund to his house.

Sigmund's house is near the west entrance of the village, which is near the big river that Ma Li said.

As the evening approached, it was still dark, but it was also because of the dark sky. The kerosene lamps were lit early in the house, and the five of them walked to the hall, where two women, one old and one young, stood.

The younger one looked about thirteen or fourteen years old, with the same smoky blue eyes as Sigmund, a little shy when seeing the four of them, and ran to hide behind the older woman.

Sigmund reached out his hand to greet them, and introduced to the four people: "This is my wife Frieda and granddaughter Anita, come, Anita, say hello to the guests."

Anita stared at the four of them with her big round eyes, and whispered hello with her lips.

"There hasn't been anyone in the town for a long time." Sigmund sighed, "Anita is afraid of strangers, so please don't mind too much, gentlemen."

Lu Zhi cooperated with a light 'hmm'.

"Frieda, are the guests' rooms ready?" Sigmund asked.

Frieda said very enthusiastically: "It's been prepared a long time ago! It's just waiting for the guests to move in!"

Lu Zhi's eyes moved.

When did Sigmund, who came in a hurry, inform his wife to prepare a guest room at the house of a stranger who hadn't seen him for a long time?

"This is Mr. Bai Ren and Mr. Lu Zhi!" Frieda looked at the two of them and said happily, "They are both handsome young people! Come with me here. Originally, each person shared a room, but now only I can wrong you two to squeeze into the same room first!"

Mali wanted to cry behind him, but he didn't expect him to beg for a change, and put himself and Qin Shen in the same room.

Lu Zhi, who followed Frida to the guest room, tilted his head and smiled at Bai Ren, and said, "Ah, now, it's really the same room."