Open the door and send warmth to the community!

Jin Jiuri sat on the judges' seat with his legs crossed, holding a golden-red unknown grass in his mouth.

Except for his pale face, he was quieter and weaker than usual, and he couldn't tell that it was a bird that almost died once.

In fact, Bai Miao suspects that this bird is trying to save face, he was still lying in the intensive care unit yesterday, but today he has to pretend to be sitting here as if nothing had happened.

When Bai Miao and Shuo Chen came out of the gap in the void, they knew that Bi Fang had rescued Jin Jiuri and sent him to the intensive care unit of the community hospital.

After learning that there is a way to restore the collapsed world in the void, Bi Fang did not know where to find Director Ao and Qingqiu.

They searched for the guide lights, but seemed to find nothing.

During this period, Jin Jiuri dragged his sick body to launch countless battles, but the scene of being easily suppressed by Bi Fang no longer expressed it.

Looking at the bustling ghost art talent show in front of him, Bai Miao dexterously turned the pen, hiding the deep thought in his eyes.

The guiding lights seem to be very crucial to saving the world, but neither Shuo Shen nor Director Ao have any intention of explaining to him.

This feeling of being excluded is not very good.

Bai Miao's fingertips suddenly froze slightly.

The pen twirling on its knuckles fell to the table with a clatter.

From the corner of his eye, he noticed Director Ao beside him turned his head, and Bai Miao immediately picked up the pen again in a concealed manner.

The noisy voice went away from his ears, and Bai Miao's mind was a little confused for a while.

When did he count himself as a "member" of this den of demons and goblins?

When did he silently begin to have a "sense of belonging" to this inhuman place?

It is obvious that saving the world and guiding lights have nothing to do with him as an ordinary human being.

Did he succeed in saving the little Nine Tails, or did he have a chance to save a broken world, which caused his heart to expand infinitely?Starting to have expectations that shouldn't be there?

Bai Miao seriously cut open his heart, questioned and analyzed, trying to dig out any trace of hidden luck.

Through this method, he cut off his unrealistic expectations and hopes countless times, avoiding injuries again and again.

...It's just that this time, Bai Miao couldn't concentrate.

He stroked the small raised characters on the body of the pen, his pupils were slightly dilated, and he was in a daze.

I don't know if it's because the surroundings are too noisy or because of lack of sleep. Some pictures that have been deposited in the depths of my memory inadvertently surged up again.

Blood-stained blank eyes, fierce quarrels, vicious cursing, fingers pointing at him, fists waving towards him, feet kicked, together with countless distorted faces, flashed through his mind.

"You calamity!"

Bai Miao was stunned for a moment.

The old man is busy all year round, and Bai Miao, the adopted son, is in different families, saying that he can't wander around with him, and wants Bai Miao to go to school obediently and experience the so-called family warmth.

And the old man's vision in choosing foster families is not good enough.

Every time I swear that this family must be good people, and they will definitely treat Bai Miao well.

It was true at first.

But with the long-term absence of the old man and the regular calls of money, some things are subtly changing.

Bai Miao has seen someone who used him as a substitute; seen someone who disliked him as a burden after divorce, and slowly began to be cold and violent towards him; seen someone who was greedy for money, kicked him out but cheated money from the old man; I have seen people who have become addicted to alcohol and started to fight against their family members; I have seen people who gave birth to a child and died unfortunately, and poured all their resentment on him; I have also seen people who lost all their wealth and did not give him food or drink But he was locked up again, living on the money the old man sent.

He watched those once benign faces slowly distort into hideous faces.

Calamity, freak, and bad boy are the words he hears most.

In the last foster home, Bai Miao hid behind the door expressionlessly, and heard the old man categorically say to the couple who had heard about him: "Bai Miao is a good boy, he will not bring any bad luck, all bad luck From the heart."

But something happened to this family too.

There is a boy in this family who is older than Bai Miao, a sophomore in high school, and is expected to be admitted to Tsinghua University and Peking University.

The good student tried to attack Bai Miao while he was sleeping, but Bai Miao knocked him into the hospital with a thermos.

Later, the boy intensified and squatted in ambush in the dark alley that Bai Miao must pass through after school.

As a result, Bai Miao was called by the teacher to talk to the office that day, and it was a boy who was very similar to him who was murdered.

During the resistance, the boy was strangled to death by the boy.

Bai Miao, who walked into the alley with her schoolbag on her back, called the police on the spot.

On the day he was sentenced to life imprisonment, the father of the boy who appeared in court was in a trance, and the car rushed out of the bridge and fell into the rolling river.

The boy's mother, with disheveled hair, pointed at Bai Miao nervously and screamed, "You disaster! You are the one who killed them!"

They accused Bai Miao of bringing them bad luck, because these bad lucks were more or less related to Bai Miao joining their family.

At first Bai Miao was a little sad, but later she sneered.

He felt that these were baseless accusations, which were ridiculous.

But every happy family couldn't stand it, and it was broken because of his joining.

In the end, Bai Miao couldn't even tell whether it was these people who caused it on their own, or whether it was really a disaster brought about by themselves.

So as soon as he entered high school, Bai Miao chose to live on campus.

"...Mr. Bai, Mr. Bai?"

Bai Miao suddenly came back to his senses and raised his head.

On the much more delicate stage, the spooky ghost stood under the spotlight and pulled the black lace skirt on his body, looking at him nervously and expectantly.

The Puffy-headed Ghost said with a smile: "The four judges have already given their evaluations. Does the main judge have any opinions?"

Bai Miao who didn't listen at all: "..."

He coughed dryly and said succinctly: "Very good, the singing skills are very solid and pleasant to the ear."

As soon as Bai Miao finished speaking, the surroundings became silent.

Director Ao turned his head to the side and said in a low voice, "It's asking about your opinion on the sprites and ghosts striving for the top ten seats."

It exposed Bai Miao who was distracted just now: "..."

Ghost clenched his fist and said seriously: "Mr. Bai... No, Mr. Chief Judge, I will definitely sing a song that can move you, and I will continue to work hard!"

"Come on, ghost ghost! You are the best!" I don't know which ghost shouted.

The ghost bowed, and amidst the cheers of support, he held up his little skirt and ran off the stage.

The next contestant comes on.

Bai Miao looked at the contestants with different appearances and performing unbelievable performances on the stage, and suddenly felt a little dazed.

He propped his forehead and smiled lowly.

Maybe he is a disaster star and a freak, and he should also stay in the disaster star and monster pile.

……

A month later, Wen Congquan received a USB flash drive.

With some secret expectation and excitement, Wen Congquan clicked to run the game program.

After the exquisite login page and opening animation, a little elf with red eyes, long ears, and a black and red body jumped out.

It has a pair of ruby-like eyes, tilts its head and smiles, and calls itself a ghost, and guides players to understand the gameplay step by step.

Wen Congquan stared at the screen, instantly fascinated.

The effect and playability of this finished game are even better than he imagined. The game mechanism is to obtain aura through reclamation and construction of this dilapidated Azure City, and the aura can be used to repair the cracks like spider webs.

The setting of the game npc is also very interesting.

The favorite thing of the guided npc is to sing. His dream is to hold a concert, and he will sing to the players whenever he has the opportunity.

The npc shaggy-headed ghost at the pet livestock sales point is bluffing, warning players not to hurt small animals all day long.Be sure to avoid him when slaughtering livestock, otherwise he will be scolded by him and will forcibly snatch the livestock that is about to be slaughtered.

The npc big-headed ghost in the exchange holds his head and thinks about the philosophy of life all day long.

There are also npcs who are hard to pick up, npcs who are forgetful...

There are also linked game characters Jin Jiuri and Bi Fang. They are the same as the other two characters Qingqiu and Ao Guangde. They are randomly refreshed in the game. Players have the opportunity to chat with them after encountering them. Get limited treasure materials and clues and other help from them.

These npcs all have quite high intelligence.

Wen Congquan's character was walking the main mission. He had just seen the black dragon guardian spirit, and couldn't help but adjust his perspective to take a closer look at this cool black dragon.

There was a cold hum from the speaker.

"A mere mortal, dare to look at me directly?"

In the next second, Wen Congquan's screen went black.

Wen Congquan:?

Wen Congquan reopened the game and saw the black dragon guardian spirit again.

"Stupid mortal, how dare you look up?"

Wen Congquan's screen went black again.

Wen Congquan:? ? ?

Wen Congquan immediately called Bai Miao.

The bell rang persistently for a long time before it was picked up slowly.

Bai Miao looked depressed: "Say."

Wen Congquan caught a glimpse of the sprite with his head tilted on the interface from the corner of his eye, and suddenly his brain twitched.

Wen Congquan: "By the way, why is the guiding npc designed as a ghost?"

"..."

Bai Miao remained expressionless: "That's why you said that?"

Instinctively smelling something bad, Wen Congquan immediately changed his words: "Your game has a bug, and when a certain game progresses, the black screen flashes back."

Bai Miao's chaotic and irritable brain reacted to Wen Congquan's words for a moment.

He asked slowly: "How do you flash back?"

Wen Congquan: "I just saw the black dragon guardian spirit, and it just said something about not being able to watch it, and then the black screen flashed back."

Bai Miao: "..."

Bai Miao's tone was cold: "Understood, I will teach it a lesson."

Wen Congquan was taken aback by Bai Miao's tone: "Oh, don't blame other programmers, it's normal for the game to have bugs..."

With a click, Bai Miao hung up the phone.

He pulled out the mahogany sword with a low pressure on his face, and rushed straight into the connection point between the Qingshan Mountains and the Shanhai Community.

When Wen Congquan hesitated to make another call to intercede with the poor programmer, Bai Miao called back.

Bai Miao said lightly: "Okay, the bug has been fixed."

After venting for a while, Bai Miao now only feels refreshed.

Wen Congquan clutched his phone and asked softly, "Do you need to call an ambulance?"

Bai Miao: "..."

He glanced at the evil dragon who was twisted into a bow by him, lying on the mountain with no love in his life, and sneered: "It's very good."

Wen Congquan wiped off his cold sweat, and silently mourned for the sad programmer for a second.

Bai Miao suddenly asked again: "What's wrong with being a guide npc?"

Wen Congquan was stunned, he didn't expect this old man to remember this incident.

He said cautiously: "Generally, guide npcs will choose cute pets, which can also attract more female players..."

Bai Miao asked again: "Aren't ghosts cute?"

Wen Congquan: "It's not that she's not cute..."

"That's it." Bai Miao said: "It is the most popular in our internal draft, so it was elected to guide the NPC."

Wen Congquan was taken aback for a moment, always feeling that something was wrong.

Bai Miao: "I'm asleep, don't call me again, or I'll hit you."

Wen Congquan: "..."

Wen Congquan held the phone that he hung up again, choking speechlessly.

He restarted the game.

An update bar flicked past, and the login interface reappeared.

Wen Congquan was a little confused, his computer didn't seem to be connected to the Internet, how did it update...

He entered the game and saw the subtle and awkward black dragon guardian spirit again.

This time I finally succeeded in advancing the main storyline. The protagonist will work together with the guardian spirit to repair the broken mountains and rivers.

After a round of rigorous testing and debugging, Shanhai Tianqing completed the publication and operation filings, and then began to spread the publicity under the green eyes of a group of programmers.

Like a depth bomb, the entire game circle exploded in an instant.

Apparently many people felt that the advertised game effect was too exaggerated.

Many professionals also said that the technical effects shown in the propaganda are too outrageous, predicting that Wen's Game Company will overturn this time.

Soon, an unknown force took the opportunity to stir up the muddy water, ridiculing and questioning.

Under the publicity microblog, the most praised comment made a high-profile statement that there is no need to open the server, and the publicity is the peak.

Wen Congquan sneered, and flicked the mouse to comment on the most liked comment.

Shanhai Tianqing V: [Hehe. 】

The highest praise instantly sits firmly in the first comment.

Amidst the commotion, Shanhai Tianqing started the internal test of deleting files on time.