Waste Strong Foundation

The craftsmen sat on the ground around the well-shaped bonfire, tacitly passing pottery bowls and a bag of leftover salt.

The boa constrictor was completely skinned and grilled over the fire, and the coke on the surface was wiped off with the thumb, which was the steaming snake meat.

There were also two three-legged pottery tripods cooking yellow millet porridge. Sliced ​​mushrooms rolled up and down in the thin porridge water, emitting an earthy smell.

Alpha wobbled a large basket of honey-colored pork jerky on his head, serving the craftsmen one by one, saying that he was not Fei Mingqiu's mount.

The craftsmen with beards growing from their ears to their lips all had earthy faces, moved but did not dare to move, and nodded falteringly.

Can drive a talking black and white bear - the young man on the opposite side must be a direct descendant of a certain god.

So, this bear is trying to deter them, meaning: as smart as it is, it is just a slave bear who runs errands for Priest Qiu.

At the same time, the three Yanchi slaves with black tattoos on their faces huddled beside another bonfire, sweating coldly while swallowing, very confused.

They were abducted by craftsmen of the Qi family more than ten days ago, and now they are given to a mysterious priest of a foreign race. They only hope to live.

As for the players, the brainwaves of the players are still bound by the ring, and they hold a torch and stand not far away to watch the "main plot".

No one is offline because they cannot move freely. After all, this plot is like buying a 3D movie ticket that can be immersive.

Just looking at each "modeling" of primitive people with full of personality scratching their heads, catching lice, hooking their shoulders and bragging, a feeling of perfect interweaving of reality and fantasy, which makes it difficult to distinguish the boundary, arises spontaneously.Is this really just a game world made of data?

Qi You ate the least, counting the number of players from time to time, and fidgeting to watch the rough and bold eating methods of the craftsmen.

Fei Mingqiu looked back, thought for a while, pulled Shang Yuan's shirt cuff, turned his head and told him about his plan to buy slaves.

Shang Yuan had nothing to do, in order to accommodate Fei Mingqiu who was sitting on the wooden stool, he leaned over and whispered, "You can figure it out."

"Ah, by the way, this one belongs to Mr. Qiu..." Qi You waved his hands, not sure about Shang Yuan's identity for a long time.

Craftsman Ba, whose face was full of greasy food, put his salt-soaked fingers into his mouth and sucked it around, "That's right, you are...?"

Fei Mingqiu resisted the thought of handing over the chopsticks, "His name is Shang Yuan, he is mine, my - friend."

Shang Yuan didn't know what he thought of, so he laughed lowly, and tapped Fei Mingqiu's shoulder, motioning Fei Mingqiu to give him a little space.

Qi You: "Sure enough, he is your friend."

Qi You, who is by no means naive in reality, was keenly aware of some strange gazes passing him by among the players when he said these words.

He was tortured by these crazy "dead souls" and his nerves were quite fragile. He immediately added: "You are from the Fei clan, and your friend is from the Shang, right? I have never heard of these two clans. You are from the sea in the east." Did you come?"

Guessing that he was directly "stolen" by the little priest, Qi Ba's eyes flickered, and he dared not speak out.

According to the analysis of modern and contemporary scholars, the area where the merchants who established the Shang Dynasty were active is equivalent to the Shandong Province of China in the 21st century.

Compared with Henan, where the anchor point is located, Shandong is not only to the east, but also faces the sea.

So Alpha, who searched the national library database, replied jumpily: "Shanggong is only surnamed Shang! We come from the universe."

Qi You memorized the crisp pronunciation silently, and asked, "Universe? What do you mean?"

Fei Mingqiu looked at Shang Yuan sitting down with his legs stretched apart and barely able to let go, and then thought of Shang Yuan who said with a sad face that he had no pheromone, he was envious and funny, so let him give up a little bit. Place, "is the sky, including beyond the sky."

Qi You immediately shuddered, "Hehe, you still say that you are not a god, my lord, the sky is the residence of Father God Jun."

In the past few days, Fei Mingqiu has also seized the time to supplement the knowledge of ancient Chinese history and culture, curiously said:

"You mean...Di Jun?"

Di Jun is the highest god in some volumes of the handed down document "Shan Hai Jing", and sometimes he is inferior to the gods such as the Yellow Emperor and Zhu Yin.

"Father God is a god, not a king. The king lives in the king's city." Qi You softly denied.In his language system, the term "emperor" has not yet appeared, and "king" represents the highest power.Therefore, he mistakenly believed that Fei Mingqiu was a priest sent to the world by his father Jun.

The most seriously injured round-faced craftsman thought the same thing, and his face paled instantly.

The eight craftsmen arched their arms, and with a few moments of effort, they completely canceled the plan to kill people and take back the settlement that they had discussed with Qi You before.

Fei Mingqiu readily accepted Qi You's statement, but he didn't know that his lack of awe when he mentioned Dijun fell into the eyes of the craftsmen, which further deepened the misunderstanding, and he was dubbed "God's Envoy". What's the situation like? Are there many fighters?"

Speaking of this, Qi You, who had been imprisoned in the dungeon with his father's corpse, had no right to speak.

Qiba Dun felt satisfied, and said respectfully: "That is the richest place among the ten hills nearby. There is a branch of the Xiong family who occupies the salt pond and raises beasts like your mount, my lord. Once dug, it is like a hill of salt."

Fei Mingqiu couldn't help looking at the salt that the craftsmen put in the pottery bowls.

The dark yellow salt crystals, full of impurities, and the little fine salt they have left are simply two kinds of food seasonings.

Qi Ba said again: "Soldiers from Yanchi. You tell me, sir, you have never heard the term 'first-class fighter'?"

Fei Mingqiu nodded.He was curious about how the primitive tribes distinguished fighters of different ranks.

Qi Ba said proudly: "Our leader is a first-level fighter. After he succeeded the leader, with the help of You's father, he found a small piece of clay left by the goddess Nuwa through sacrifices, and then advanced to the first level. Can hunt and fight with the power of the dirt."

Fei Mingqiu: "?" Wait a minute.Here's what to say.

He suddenly felt that Shang Yuan was a useless Alpha. It didn't seem too outrageous, at least it was supported by the theory of biological degradation.

"Only our leader owns the relics of the goddess, and because of this, he thinks that joining the You Xiong family, who is said to be connected with the central royal city, can exchange for more relics, thereby increasing the number of our first-level fighters." Qi Ba sighed, "However, the Xiong family just wanted to attack Tao Tu, the leader, and secretly sent three first-level fighters. Then we didn't—send them to the door to seek death."

Another craftsman scratched his head and interjected, "Originally, there was only one leader in Yanchi who was a first-class fighter! We are not afraid of him!"

Alpha raised his fur and showed a simple and honest smile, "The leader of Yanchi is called Xiong, Mrs. Xiong? Haha, this name is too bad."

Qi You didn't know why, so he secretly cursed at the hateful iron-eating beast, gritted his teeth and nodded, "It's him! My lord, please help us. As long as we have it, you can take it as you like. This place is owned by the slaves you summoned—— clansman Under the construction of your family, it has far surpassed the efforts of our generations, and after paying off your kindness, our clansmen will never stay here to hinder your business."

Before the words were finished, all the craftsmen knelt down and bowed to Fei Mingqiu with their hands on their foreheads, silently praying for the gods to have mercy.

They did not have the so-called "elimination of heresy" and other real feudal religious creeds.

In addition to devoutly believing in the guardian gods of the clan and the gods of the big tribes, between the heavens and the earth, within the mountains and seas, in the middle of Kyushu, from the East China Sea where the sun rises to the haunted ghost mansion, as long as they are good gods, even good ghosts , are their idols of awe.

Excited flames ignited in the eyes of players holding torches to imitate members of the FFF Singles Association.

This is indeed the game world.

The chaotic and vague god system, the easy-to-understand advanced combat power, the auxiliary props from the relics of the so-called gods...

How can there be such things in the real world!

For some reason, every player heaved a sigh of relief when Fei Mingqiu was silent for a moment and said "OK".

Fortunately, there is no extra time to feel the spring and autumn: the "main plot" ended naturally.

While being able to move freely, in the player's field of vision, light green nicknames representing NPCs appeared above the heads of the eight craftsmen.

Gu Dailu, who has watched the live broadcast of netizens for two consecutive days, directly called up the game panel and clicked on the updated [Life Occupation] column.

[Guda Road's labor experience points: 462.3]

[Weaving [500 points to activate]]

[Cultivation [500 points to activate]]

[Cooking [600 points activated]]

[Fishing [800 points activated]]

What?fishing?I'm not tired of talking about this.

The corners of Gu Dailu's mouth rose crazily, he glanced at the game panel again in a strange way, clenched his fists and walked to the square to start the daily task of moving bricks.

Eight hundred points, it is better to grab it, the Shanghai fisherman strongly condemned.

It was already early in the morning after he went offline. In order to make up for the live broadcast time, the broadcast started temporarily, and by the way, he complained (Amway) about "Trash".

This live broadcast attracted a qualitative change in the attention of "Waste".

The reason was that the small boss of the live streaming website he was working at did a random round of wards, and he was very interested, so he directly sent a barrage to ask:

[Can you play it, f*(smiles), I’ll give you money]

Gu Dailu played the game while watching the barrage, seeing this yin and yang smile, a surge of anger rushed to Tianling Gai, and he replied casually:

"Who are you calling useless? Isn't this a good live broadcast? I love to watch it, but I don't want to see it."