Waste Strong Foundation

The second Thursday in June, five forty in the morning.

Xiao Xiao opened her eyes on time and got out of bed to wash, and bumped into Chang Pufan who came out to "release water".

Chang Pufan, with an unshaven beard, pulled on his slippers and walked out of the toilet, "Why don't you sleep in the morning?"

Xiao Xiao was taken aback, then remembered that he no longer needed to go to school for early reading, and scratched her chin in embarrassment.

He is a repeat student, and he has an average relationship with the classmates in his class. The real good buddies are now dying during the university final exam week.

If you really want to go out to play, you have to wait until July.

Chang Pufan thought of such a question in a daze, stared at his son for a long time, and said weakly: "Go downstairs to buy buns!"

When Xiao Xiao brought back the breakfast, the courier that made Chang Pufan insomnia all night also arrived.

So Xiao Xiao was rushed to the post station in the community to pick up the courier.

……

The soup dumplings, tofu nao, and mochi balls were completely cold, and the father and son couldn't care less about eating, so they used scissors to unpack the express delivery before talking about other things.

Open the exquisite hard and wide square outer box, as usual, inside is the customized VR equipment of "Waste" and several cultural and creative products that come with the box.

In addition, there is an envelope with the postmark of Panda Claw.

[Specially invite a former well-known user @贝玉不式 to participate in the second closed beta!Summer is here, come to "Trash" to escape the heat together. ]

The inscription is [The universe's first cutest artificial intelligence Alpha who secretly holds vengeance].

alpha?

Is it the stupid panda cub from the game?

Chang Pufan looked solemn as if he had been constipated for three weeks, and cursed: "...day."

No matter how stupid he was, he still guessed that the winning of the closed beta test was secretly manipulated by the official——

Nonsense, the list has just been released, how can the courier arrive home so quickly!

The arrogance of the few literati shot straight into the eyes, Chang Pufan flushed with embarrassment, ran back to the bedroom, grabbed the phone and typed.

Tolerable or unbearable.

This bullshit game is humiliating him. Didn't he just lose money to write a manuscript that was hacked once and turned over!

Stop playing, and my son will cut off the father-son relationship with him and stop playing. It will take ten years for a cerebral thrombosis to bite the hook.

ten o'clock in the morning.

With the end of the last round of qualification draw, the epoch-making holographic game "Waste" opened again after a short period of daily maintenance.

Chang Pufan, who made a macho appearance, looked around at the new player's birth point, and finally waited until he came to pick up his son Xiaoxiao.

Along with Xiaoxiao, there is also a second-test player who "brings the novice" to upgrade, nicknamed [Single Push Cosmic Machine].

[Single Push Cosmic Machine] Carelessly embraced Xiao Xiao's shoulders, and said pleasantly: "I haven't seen you online for a long time, are you really high?"

Seeing this, Chang Pufan was a little unhappy. He was afraid that the dubious people in the game would spoil his son, and was about to speak out——

[Single Push Cosmic Machine] Turning to Chang Pufan, he made a fist bump gesture, "Hello buddy, I'm an old waste, the main line and the branch line are hidden, and I'll take you to level 8 for a month. Where do you live?" , it’s really close enough, hey, the quota just drawn in the live broadcast room has been received?”

Without waiting for Chang Pufan to answer, [Single Push Cosmic Machine] said again: "I checked Weibo before going online, and the book seller slipped and knelt again haha, I heard that "Waste" officially sent a lot of self-media teams this time. The new version of the VR equipment gift box, there is him inside, laughing dead."

Xiao Xiao hesitated to speak, her shoulders trembled for a while, she rubbed her nose and gave a dry laugh twice.

Chang Pufan: "..."

He is now offline, taking his ancestral keyboard to rush to the dog planning and dog operation of "Waste".

During his son's college entrance examination, the whole family was nervously preparing for the battle. He strategically disconnected from the Internet for dozens of days. How could he miss such important information!

Thinking of one day late at night, I secretly paid a deposit of 200 yuan, but the other person was surprised and amused to pack the express delivery for him...

In reality, Chang Pufan's face turned red and then black.

Thinking of my fancy gratitude and apology on Weibo, WeChat official account and Mouhu, a middle-aged man in his 40s scratched the ground with his toes.

The embarrassment was the embarrassment, and the three quickly formed a temporary team, discussing to go to see the updated version of the Gate of the Ghost Mansion before doing the task.

The most obvious change in this update is that the number of people online at the same time has increased to 7500, and there are crowds of people inside and outside the city.

Li Xiaoming, Chen Yiheng, Gu Dailu, Fan Pingting and other old test players have already assembled outside the ghost gate.

The ghost mother is the most eccentric among the gods, she was so cruel that she almost killed Fei Mingqiu when she was working for Emperor Jun, but now she is willing to surrender.

What she meant was that the matter of killing Shang Yuan with distracted energy had been registered with Di Jun, so she could only make the mistake and change the camp.

As for Fei Mingqiu's thoughts...the so-called doubting people and employing people should not be suspicious, and the same should be true for the goddess who is unfeeling and unlucky.

As the ghost mother said, even if he is the god of Kunlun, he is the most downcast Kunlun. If the ghost mother really wants to kill him and Shang Yuan, she can't hide.

Therefore, the best way is to follow the plan and try to turn the dubious conditions into valuable objects.

Fortunately, the twittering players are unexpectedly very suitable for the ghost mother's appetite for teasing people.

Fei Mingqiu carefully observed her actions, and thought that the "thigh" who came to the door seemed to have no intention of repenting for the time being.

Players who tried to please new NPCs to lead hidden missions every day but failed to fetch water said one after another: Damn!

#日本报: Is there something wrong with your special NPC? !

#时经维表: I was deceived by Shigui again, she planned to get people’s mentality out of it, right?

#Announcement(): Watch out for new NPCs!Shi Guiyatou (overbearing tone), do you have a truth in your mouth?

A group of players who had just posted similar complaints went online angrily and joined the long queue of thousands of people waiting to be sent.

Considering that the souls of the summoned players are very different from the thousands of ghosts suppressed by the ghost mansion, the ghost mother adjusted some structures on the basis of the original ghost gate. Nine wooden pillars depicting totems of ghosts are erected on each side.

She also kindly contributed to adding a lot of unnecessary horror decorations-reportedly the result of staying up late watching horror movies to inspire.

How tall is this Xia Dynasty post-modern artwork built in less than 20 days?

Eight macho players stepped on their shoulders and stacked arhats to touch the densely packed blood-red fingers on the top that moved with the wind.

A bronze sword soaked in snake blood and a sun-dried millet seedling are inlaid on both sides of the arch.

The announcement of opening the map of the royal city was issued as early as last month, and the old players waiting in line for the teleportation lined up from the ghost gate to the outside of the city wall.

The ghost mother withdrew her gaze-like hand, "How about it? Who do you want to send to try first?"

This is the player's advantage: in case something goes wrong in the ghost gate, they will just suddenly "disconnect" and will not really die.

...well, in theory.

However, the prehistoric era when gods and ghosts coexisted did not always talk about scientific theories.

The most important thing is that one of these gods counts as one, and they are very unreliable.

Fei Mingqiu couldn't help but look at the player with excitement and anticipation written on his face, hesitation flickered on his face.

Guan Xiangqi, who was listening to Ma Binghe's words, suddenly turned her head, smiled at Fei Mingqiu, and ran away from the team with her hands raised.

Guan Xiangqi: "Hi comrades, I want to sign up. Although this requirement is a little bit reluctant, I really want to be the first batch to appreciate its wonders."

Seeing Fei Mingqiu's hesitation, Yuanyuan hurriedly encouraged her: "Okay, you go, you are brave enough! This gentleman will protect you personally."

Fei Mingqiu's eyes dimmed, and he glanced at the smiling ghost mother, "No, you can't jump in line. I'll go in first, Yuanyuan, follow me."

Yuanyuan had no disagreement, and said yes in a daze.He is a god, and he has tried all the pirated Nirvana, so he is still afraid of mere ghosts.

On the contrary, the ghost mother winked at Shang Yuan triumphantly, and then joked:

"Brother, are you afraid of being killed by me? Let your players die first."

At this time, Fei Mingqiu had made up his mind even though he felt a thousand regrets in his heart, "I'll go first."

He wanted to live, but he didn't want to live obscenely, looking forward and backward, and using other people's lives as a cover.

Recently, he has become more and more sleepy. He sometimes talks with Shang Yuan, but falls asleep the next second, and even often misses his scheduled time.

It is an urgent matter to go to Wangcheng to ask the high priest of Shun—the priest that Dayu knows is best at [one thought, one answer, one answer].

He wanted to live without fear or regret, and dragged an engineer who didn't care where he died.

Fei Mingqiu thought for a while, and ordered Alpha to arrange for old players to enter the ghost gate in batches after confirming the safety, and softly called: "Shang Yuan."

Shang Yuan: "Let's go."

Fei Mingqiu didn't speak, and held Shang Yuan's hand when he passed through the ghost gate.

The hideous ghosts lay layer upon layer under the crimson coffins of the Ghost Mansion, moaning in agony to the passing souls.

Hunger, thirst, dizziness, tingling.

The will to live and the desire to die washed the eye sockets in turn.

The python with blood and tears flashed away before his eyes.

Overcast clouds loomed overhead, and in the distance came the faint melody of dirges and the smell of cooking food.

Fei Mingqiu confirmed that he had left the ghost gate, and slowly let go of Shang Yuan's hand, leaving overheated finger marks on his palm.

Is this the royal city of Shun?