infinite blood sorrow

Two hours later, Mo Ao looked at the 8*6*5 large urn in front of him, and felt his forehead twitching.

I so believe in your evil!

Chapter 8 Life is so rare

Mo Ao waited for the dead fish to stare at the urn in front of him, while Steve was setting up a tool table next to it, intending to rub a few stone fences to surround it.

"Is this what you call a practical house?"

"Yes! Isn't this very simple and beautiful?"

What a beautiful hammer!

"I... let me ask you a question, Steve, have you seen any other houses besides the houses built by the villagers and the houses built by yourself?"

"No! Apart from me and the villagers, there should be no other guy in this world who can build houses. And the villagers are not smart, so I am the best at building houses!" Steve said, unconsciously Started to fart again - akimbo for a while.

"..." Mo Ao looked at Steve with a black face, and then asked. "I remember you said that people from other worlds besides me have come here, right? You also used this kind of bone... this kind of house to entertain them when they came here?"

"That's not true. Those people basically have the ability to go back on their own. They came here either because of something, or because of some accident, and then they went back by themselves." Steve completed the stone fence and began to enclose the land . "Speaking of it this way, it seems that they haven't stayed for too long. This is the first time I have encountered someone like you who doesn't even have an interface."

"It's different from those customers who can support themselves!"

"Hiss...!" Mo Ao unconsciously clenched his fists, gasped, feeling the veins popping out on his forehead.What this guy said was really annoying.

But the most irritating thing is that he still can't say anything, after all, he doesn't have the so-called [interface], alchemy is invalid, and he can't place cubes.

The most important thing is that his main task is closely related to Steve, which prevents him from leaving directly.

By the way, speaking of main missions...

"Steve, have you ever heard of the creative model?" After a period of contact, Mo Ao found out whether Steve was really simple-minded, or just a straight-hearted guy with something to say, and it seemed completely different in his mind. There are options for camouflage, concealment, and lying.So Mo Ao asked directly.

"Creative mode? What's that? The name of the module?" Steve turned around suspiciously.

Don't you know if you ask me directly?

Mo Ao sighed, although he had prepared himself psychologically, but the Lord God really gave him a problem!

After asking all the questions that could be asked, Mo Ao looked helplessly at the large urn in front of him, and he couldn't change it by himself, so he couldn't let him teach Steve which cube to put where?That's stupid, and there's not enough time.

Walking into the door of this shabby house, Mo Ao hesitated for a moment, the wooden door was closed, and there was no sensor panel on the ground, after a little scanning, he found a button beside it.

He reached out and pressed the button, and the door opened.

What is the reason for this?

Pressing the button to open the wooden door is a normal operation in the game, but now it makes Mo Ao feel very awkward.

Stepping into the house, Mo Ao's face turned dark again.

"Ste-e-f-!"

I saw that the house was roughly divided into four parts by two rows of horizontal and vertical wooden boards, two of which were filled with large boxes covering two squares, another room was filled with furnaces, and the other room was empty. A grid was dug in the middle and a trapdoor was placed for some unknown purpose. A grid was also dug in the corner and filled with water.

In addition to these simple and rough space allocation and layout, the problem of lighting is solved by randomly inserting torches—it is true that there are torches on the walls and on the ground.

"What's the matter?" Steve, who heard Mo Ao's roar outside, came in and asked with a puzzled expression.

"No... why do you put so many boxes?!" Mo Ao asked, pointing to the two separate boxes.

"Those two are warehouses! Although they take up a lot of space, they will be used in the future." Steve explained seriously.

But this is too much!

It's not like Mo Ao didn't suffer from hamster disease when he played Minecraft back then, he likes to hang on to everything, but even so, there aren't so many of them!

"What about the other two?"

"There is a room for tools. In the future, many things need to be burned at the same time, so I made a lot of furnaces. And when I have resources in the future, I plan to make a few refining tables and enchanting tables. That's roughly where I put them. where these things are."

"The one over here is reserved for the mine. Open the trap door to dig down, and then put the ladder. I plan to make up for it later. The water next to it is used for throwing garbage, but it can also be used as a normal mine. unlimited water use."

"What about... a place to rest?" Chairs, tables, beds, these things?

"Rest? Ah! You mean the bed." Steve suddenly said. "That kind of useless thing is unnecessary."

"Although the bed can skip the night time, but now we must go to the mine at night, so there is no need to skip the night time, so I didn't reserve any space for that thing. Wait until the ground work increases in the future , It won’t be too late to make up.” Steve added. "What's more, we don't have wool in our hands now, so we can't make beds."

The implication is that you never planned to take a break from the beginning to the end?

Facing the square-headed and bald Emperor Gan in front of him, Mo Ao really didn't know what to do to make a good expression.

Although he himself doesn't need to rest... But this kind of thing is not counted in this way. Not needing to rest doesn't mean he doesn't want to rest!

No fishing...that would be cruel!

"Exactly, Mo Ao, if you have nothing to do, do me a favor." Steve took out a hoe from nowhere and held it in his hand.

"I'm going to get a field to plant wheat. Although you have a lot of food reserves, it's better to be self-sufficient in food." Steve walked out the door holding his hoe high and said at the same time. "Mo Ao, help me go over there to sow grass and get some seeds, try to get as much as possible, after all, if two people eat it, it must be bigger than the field I opened alone before."

"Throwing grass..." Mo Ao looked at Mo Ao who was going straight to the river to fetch water to open the fields, and turned his head to look at the grass on the ground and slopes.

No...how come there is a job again?Does this survival workaholic who doesn't plan to rest, plan to let him rest? !

The helpless Mo Ao walked casually. Grass cutting is a very simple job. Grass cubes will shatter as soon as they are touched, and breaking grass cubes has a certain probability of dropping wheat seeds.This is the so-called sowing the grass to get the seeds.

Mo Ao was thinking while patting the grass boredly.

No, I must find a reason to touch it... No!

It should be said that I should find a reason to make room and clarify the contradiction between myself and the world.

Chapter 9 Your World, My World

Half a group of multi-seeds was handed over to Steve, but Mo Ao did not participate in the planting process.

That's right, he can't grow it.

Thinking about it carefully, the only actions he can make a difference to this world are "destruction" at present - he can cut down trees, he can dig mines, these are all acts of "destruction of cubes".And when it comes to the concept of "use", there is absolutely no way to go. (Note ①)

Back in the box, Mo Ao looked left and right but couldn't find a place to rest, so he sat on a box.

After sitting down, Mo Ao took out a wooden block and paused.He took back the wooden block and replaced it with a wooden pick.

Afterwards, Mo Ao took out a wooden knife from his storage space - I dare not say anything else in his storage space, there must be a lot of wooden knives, stone knives and iron knives.

Putting the wooden pick and the wooden knife in front of him, Mo Ao just stared at these two things.

Both are pure wood products, the only difference is that one is a specialty of the MC world, while the other is made of normal world wood.If there is a difference, Mo Ao's wooden knife is not made of oak, but they are all wood, so there should be something in common.

Mo Ao was lost in thought while looking at the two different wooden tools, and after a while, a blue light lingered in his hand.

Alchemy was found to be useless before, but now Mo Ao does not plan to refine it. He is using the ability of alchemy to perceive matter to detect the inner composition of the wooden pick and wooden knife in his hand.

"It's so strange..." Mo Ao's brows really wrinkled and deepened as the inner meaning of the wooden pick became clearer in his mind. "This thing... doesn't look like wood!"

Or to be more precise, it was not like the kind of wood that Mo Ao knew.I have to conclude that this thing is not wood, but it seems that it is not.

This feeling is very strange, Mo Ao is not easy to describe... and it is not easy to judge.

The message that this wooden pick gave back to him was kind of... weird.

Mo Ao continued to think for a while, and felt that such a comparison was not very suitable, and immediately wiped his wooden knife with his hand, turning it into an ordinary wooden board.

"Eh?" Mo Ao was stunned for a moment, alchemy can be used?

It was a subconscious reaction when he stretched out his hand to use alchemy on the wooden knife just now, thinking that it was not appropriate to use the wooden knife as a comparison, and then practiced alchemy habitually.It turned out to be a success?

Why does alchemy work again now?

Such doubts arose in Mo Ao's heart. While thinking, he subconsciously looked at the wooden pick in the other hand.

With a flash of blue lightning, the wooden pick became... two planks and two sticks.

Um?Two planks?

A wooden pick is made of three planks and two sticks.

Is it because of wear and tear?This thought flashed through his mind, and then was put aside by Mo Ao, his attention is still mainly focused on the comparison between the two worlds.Not going to rush into confirming issues with item wear.

Mo Ao picked up the materials disassembled from the wooden pickaxe and frowned, because the disassembled materials were in the state of [pocket cube], not the state of [expanded].And he couldn't [use] the cube.

"Steve, Steve! Come and do me a favor!" Of course, Mo Ao couldn't just stop the research, so he called Steve directly and asked him to place a wooden block on his before.

Continuing to compare the MC plank and the real plank, Mo Ao activated the detection ability of alchemy again, and at the same time gained insight into the similarities and differences between the two kinds of planks.

Still... weird...

MC's plank is indeed wood.Planks in the real world are indeed wood.However, there is a certain difference between the information conveyed by the real board and the MC board.

If I have to describe it, the information of the real plank is very complicated in one aspect; while the information of the MC plank is also very complicated in another completely different aspect.

Regardless of the different rules of the world, these two things are obviously the same thing, why is this so?

Mo Ao was puzzled, scratched his head a little irritably, and put the two wooden boards aside, intending to try a new comparison.

"Steve, put an oak cube here for me."

After finishing his work on reclamation and wheat planting, Steve took the bone meal he harvested when he went to the mine to make some bread and just walked into the room.

"Eh? It's getting dark, Mo Ao, won't you go down the mine together?" Steve held a ladder in his hand, presumably planning to dig into the mine.

"No, no, no, no, I still have something to do." Mo Ao looked at Steve's posture with a dry smile and waved his hands.

"Well... that's fine. I'll go mine by myself, so be careful not to be blown up by Gulipa in the house." Steve slapped an oak cube in front of Mo Ao and instructed.

"..." How much psychological shadow this guy has on Gulipa!

Seeing that Mo Ao didn't speak, Steve didn't know how to read his face, so he only thought he agreed, walked to the small room specially reserved for going down the mine, opened the trap door, picked up the pickaxe to dig .

Mo Ao watched Steve disappear into the ground, shook his head to let go of the disturbing feeling, and turned his attention back to the oak cube.

"As for the oak, there should be it in the botanical garden." This time, the comparison object is an oak cube, but this oak, Mo Ao's storage space is gone, and he doesn't throw everything into his warehouse.

But it doesn't matter, the botanical garden in Death Ran Township houses all kinds of plants in the real world, and the oak tree is naturally included.

So Mo Ao took out the Clean Dust Knife - he now has two ways to unfold the Nibelungen, one is to chant blessings (word spirit), and the other is to use the Clean Dust Knife.But now, he chose to use the power of Jingchen to expand the Nibelungen.

After all...well...chanting that speech for no reason...a bit of a shame.

The moment Mo Ao opened the Nibelung root, ready to find oak from the botanical garden.

Holding the Dust Cleaning Knife, which is equivalent to holding the Space Stone, Mo Ao's space ability will be greatly strengthened at this time, and the moment he opened the Nibelungen, he felt a mysterious force At this moment, it invaded into his Nibelung at a very high speed.

This force was invading extremely fast, sweeping across the entire Deathly Dye Township almost instantly, and then another same source of power invaded from the Deadly Dye Township, this time the target was Mo Ao, The moment they invaded Mo Ao's body, the two forces connected together, as if they had reached a certain connection.

The whole process happened in the blink of an eye, and in the next moment, a third force appeared in Mo Ao's perception.

Mo Ao instantly shut down the Nibelungen, fully on guard against the third force.

However, just after Mo Ao closed the Nibelungen, the third force seemed to have no interest in Mo Ao, and disappeared directly.

"..."

Mo Ao held the Jingchen Knife to be vigilant for a while, but did not notice any further changes.

"What was that just now?" Mo Ao relaxed his vigilance slightly, checked his body, and found nothing abnormal. "The third force has disappeared, but what are the first two forces?"

Just when Mo Ao was wondering, suddenly, a progress bar appeared in his field of vision. It was not a real thing, but a shadow directly reflected on his vision.The progress bar didn't rise slowly, and it filled up quickly before Mo Ao could react.

The next moment, an unfamiliar interface appeared in front of Mo Ao.

"This is... what Steve said... the module interface?" Mo Ao stared blankly at the unfamiliar thing in front of him. From the appearance of the interface, he could guess function of this interface.

Could it be that the two forces just now were...

Mo Ao stared at the module interface that appeared in his field of vision for a long time before closing it.

An oak cube appeared tentatively in his hand.

And then ... [use]?

The moment this thought flashed through his mind, the pocket oak cube in Mo Ao's hand disappeared, and a standard oak cube with a size of one cubic meter appeared in front of Mo Ao.

Now Mo Ao can probably confirm that the two forces that invaded Nibelungen and his body just now are probably the [special rules] unique to this world.

But why only now?And why in this form?

Mo Ao reflected for a moment, the emergence of the world rules seems to be because he unfolded the Nibelungen...

- "The mod interface is something that everyone is born with."

Steve once said this, so the so-called "everyone" in his mouth is probably just a different world in the Minecraft worldview.