Conquering alien worlds starts from the game

Early in the morning, Caroline heard noisy voices coming from the living room. She got up from the bed, opened the curtain and looked out, and found that the hostess of the neighbor's house had come to their house, and she was holding Winnie and talking nervously, and said quickly : "What's the matter, Mom?"

The second aunt of Megan’s family has already shown off the fact that their Caroline was able to talk to Mr. Rex. When the anxious neighbors saw Caroline coming out, they eagerly asked Said: "People from my family went to work on the main road in the town in the morning, and found that the road was closed and no one was hired. Caroline, do you know what happened?"

"She rested at home all day yesterday, and she never went out, so how would she know?" Ms. Winnie said.

"I really don't know." Winnie walked out of the room and asked with concern, "Can you elaborate more?"

The neighbor hurriedly told the story of the adult Dingkou in her family who went to queue for a job number in the morning, but was stopped outside.

After listening to the neighbor's introduction, Caroline roughly understood what was going on...

The townspeople are worried that something will happen to the new lord, and they will not be able to afford to hire them to do odd jobs; or they will not continue to hire all the people who sign up, and want to eliminate some of them. The half-day holiday is just an excuse to lie to them. It is actually the clerks who are selecting qualified workers.

These ideas sound ridiculous, but they are not ridiculous at all. After all, it is a matter of personal interests, and it is normal for people to worry about gains and losses.

Caroline had seen with her own eyes the ceiling-to-ceiling piles of cloth in the Town Hall warehouse, and knew very well that Mr. Rex could never be short of money.

Mr. Rex is even willing to give credit to four small-town youths with no identity and background, and is willing to give them the opportunity to earn a lot of money. Caroline never believes that Mr. Rex will continue to have temporary job opportunities They were all stingy to the townspeople, and said with a smile, "Don't be too nervous, since the clerks have said that they are only resting for half a day, then we can go in the afternoon."

"Is this...really? You can go in the afternoon?" The hostess of the neighbor's house couldn't believe it.

"Of course." Caroline took the hand of the hostess of the neighbor's house, patted the back of her hand lightly, and conveyed her confidence, "My grandpa went to work in the Environmental Sanitation Bureau early in the morning. He is going to talk to his workers this morning. Let’s work together to clean up the old houses that have been abandoned for many years in the west, saying that it is to eliminate the… fire hazard, even my grandpa is still working, how could Mr. Rex pick on everyone?”

The hostess of the neighbor's house thought about it for a while, and finally relaxed her tense facial muscles. She held her chest and said, "Hearing what you said, I feel more at ease, isn't it? Let those people locked up in the militia dig the sewers in the next block, and I heard that those people locked up in the militia get paid to work."

"Guan militia members" is the townspeople's collective name for detainees. The reason why they use this neutral term to refer to those people is because some townspeople's family members are also imprisoned there... as militiamen, There are those who work as thugs in brothels, and even those who stay overnight on the main road in the town.

After sending the hostess of the neighbor's house away, Caroline turned to Winnie and said, "Mom, let me go to the middle of the town to have a look. Where is my beige linen skirt?"

"Didn't you just rest for a day, and you're going out now?" Winnie said unhappily.

"It's a whole day's rest, it's enough, Mom, I wanted to go to that deli yesterday, but you didn't let me go~" Caroline hugged Winnie's arm and began to act like a baby.

Ms. Winnie said helplessly: "Isn't it because I'm afraid that you will spend money indiscriminately? Well, how old are you and you still talk like this. Your skirt is hanging in the yard. I will collect it later."

Caroline put on the linen dress her mother washed for her, and went straight to Martin Street when she left the house, detoured from Martin Street to Town Avenue—because the buildings on that street needed to be remodeled, and there were buildings everywhere Because of the garbage, the alleys of the whole street were sealed off; people who lived in the living area in the north wanted to go to the main road in the town, either through the town hall street or through Martin Street.

After going around half the town to the three-way intersection in the direction of the gate of the town, Caroline saw a scene that shocked her...

The intersection of the main road in the town is as spacious as a small square because it needs to be used for parking carriages. At this moment, hundreds of townspeople are crowded and crowded in this small square.

These townspeople sitting on the ground were very quiet, all half-raised their heads, looking intently at the isolation zone directly in front of them.

A square table was set up in front of the isolation zone of the main road in the town. When Caroline arrived, she saw a lady wearing a very gorgeous ball gown, but with a stronger body than a man, standing on the square table and singing.

Caroline couldn't understand what the lyrics sang, it seemed to be a language from another world, but the language barrier could not prevent Caroline from understanding the power in the song—a powerful (...) powerful, deep and long female voice The rhythm and rhythm of the singing are stronger and more powerful than the voice itself.

It's obviously just the rhythm formed by a simple and single human voice, and the lyrics are still completely incomprehensible, but Caroline seems to be using her hearing to feel the silent tsunami rushing towards her face.

Time went back to 15 minutes ago, when Caroline just ran out of the house with her skirt in her hands.

The owner of the orange cat, who remembered the lyrics in a mess and was out of tune, sang the lyrics he could remember over and over again in less than 3 minutes, the "energy bar" was exhausted, and instantly "changed into a skeleton", from a strong and fit female warrior Become a skeleton rack.

The townspeople heard the strange ghosts crying and howling wolves full of question marks, and it also became the "KABAKABA" they are all very familiar with... Those who just made fun of the strange dancing moves of the skeletons were stunned for a while.

"—Sure enough, it's still an undead!" Some townspeople muttered in a low voice.

There is also some hindsight: "It can only be the undead, or can you mix with the undead?"

"What are they doing? Are they going to perform for us?" Someone boldly guessed.

The townspeople who heard this speculation expressed shock: "Eh? Is this a show?"

"No, that strange cry is also a performance?"

"That funny dance is understandable. The undead danced very funly, but the undead who turned into a human...what the hell is that!"

"That's right, it's so ugly!"

The players who provided the performance and the townspeople who watched the performance did not speak the same language, but the two sides were not completely unable to communicate - the townspeople pointed at the player who accompanied the dancer and laughed, and when they looked at the singing orange cat boss, their eyes, expressions and body movements were special Dazed, bewildered, and at a loss, any fool can see who the townspeople welcome more.

The owner of the orange cat jumped off the table in despair, and ran back behind the isolation zone with a puzzled look on his face: "What's the matter, isn't art without borders? Why don't you join us?"

Teacher Yuchi, who was about to comfort him a few words, was stunned: "Wait a minute, you can't even sing the song "Little Apple" and you still have the nerve to call it art? Are you rich people so shameless?"

"You are still a teacher?? Your mouth is so poisonous?!" The owner of Orange Cat was also shocked.

The player next to him was overjoyed: "If it weren't for the language barrier, the cross talk between your two partners might be very popular."

The owner of Orange Cat resolutely defends his own artistic cells: "I don't think it's my problem. It should be that there are no microphones or speakers here. My voice is not loud enough for the NPCs to hear clearly, otherwise we can't be so cold."

"I can prove it!" A backup dancer raised his hand, "Boss Orange Cat sings very well, I almost laughed out loud when I heard it several times, my four-year-old nephew can't even sing with such a happy effect! "

The orange cat boss nodded vigorously when listening to the first half, and waved his bone claw at Teacher Yuchi to signal her to listen carefully; the second half heard something wrong, pulled out the newly enchanted weapon without saying a word, and rushed towards the tearing player...

There is an orange cat who is very popular, and all the players know that he is handicapped... Seeing him chasing down the saboteur, no one tried to persuade them to fight, they all laughed beside him.

"It's almost meaningless without a sound system." Teacher Yuchi took the opinion of the owner of the orange cat squarely, and was embarrassed. "Everyone sells and sings on the street with a small speaker. We can only rely on human voices. NPCs can't hear clearly, so we can sing again." Well, it’s free.”

Tang Jia, who was pointing at the owner of the orange cat with Yang Ying and laughing, immediately straightened her waist and clacked her chest and ribs: "I want to have a loud voice? Isn't that a coincidence, let me do it!" "

Borrowing Boss Orange Cat's deceitful orb, Tang Jia stepped onto the stage with her head held high and her chest held high.

Before the performance started, Tang Jia still didn't forget to turn her head and shouted: "The backup dancers are not allowed to come out. If there are backup dancers who steal the limelight, no one will appreciate my singing."

The owner of the orange cat who didn't kill anyone was depressed, and when he heard this, he pinched his thigh bone angrily: "Why didn't you say that when I went up, Xiaotang, you are not a good person!"

Showing the same style as the orange cat boss, Tang Jia, who can make a human voice, did not delay at all, and immediately showed off her gifted and loud voice with built-in stereo, and started to speak in a spirited manner. Roar: "Arrogant face, right, ten thousand, heavy, wave!"

Teacher Yuchi: "...(°A°`)"

Players: "...(°△°(°△°(°△°)"

Tang Jia's loud voice, anyone who has dealt with her must have been victimized: a sudden shout exploded in the ear, making people dizzy, and to Tang Jia, it was just a casual greeting to passers-by .

This Zhang Fei voice, which often disturbs the people, is used to sing this kind of song that focuses on heroic ambitions, and the effect is actually very good. The articulation of the words is like the rhythm of the drum beats, which is particularly shocking-it may not be better than a serious singer. , but definitely harder than serious singers.

Before Tang Jia sang a few lines, the townsman NPCs who had been whispering fell silent; halfway through the song, the shocked townsman NPCs even sat down silently and focused on enjoying the performance.

"Art really knows no borders, you can appreciate it even if you don't understand it." Teacher Yuchi couldn't help but nodded in praise.

Orange Cat Boss: "...Are you implicating me?"

Tang Jia's "energy bar" is longer than Boss Orange Cat's. I don't know where it is, and I can keep it for half an hour or an hour in a disguised phantom; .

This girl has never learned to sing. The advantage is that her natural voice is powerful enough, her pitch is fine, and she won’t be out of tune. In addition, in the "game", she doesn't worry about hurting her throat or throat at all, and there is no limit to her high pitch. Let alone the natives who can't talk about spiritual entertainment at all, even the players who are used to all kinds of coloratura pop songs are dumbfounded.

"It's awesome, it's even more exciting than the singer my dad hired!" An orange cat said in surprise, "Xiaotang, the bluffing two-hundred-and-five-year-old girl, has this specialty?"

"How much do you think about Tang Jia?" Yang Ying looked over, dumbfounded.

"Your dad invited a singer to sing live? Is it true that the celebrity was invited to perform at home in the online novel?" Some players discovered Huadian.

"What are you talking about? It's a commercial performance invited by the mall's opening." An orange cat quickly waved his hand, "Who has nothing to invite someone to sing at home, isn't vinyl records good?"

"I rely on your family to open a shopping mall and play vinyl!"

"...Is it over?"

When Tang Jia sang about self-improvement, the windows of the family hotel near the intersection were opened, and Mrs. Doyle, her husband, and the residents who lived in Mrs. Doyle's house all appeared in the window.

The penetrating singing sound drifted to Martin Street next door, and many residents and merchants also heard the sound.

When Caroline arrived, Tang Jia who was standing at the table had already sang the third song, March of the Volunteers.

The temperament of this song is completely different from the previous two entertainment tracks. To the local residents, those incomprehensible and particularly powerful tones and rhythms are not even shocking, but they are beating them with a big hammer The hearts and souls of each listened engrossed and carried away...

In the former mayor's house half a street away, inspector Rowell, who was wondering where Yang Qiu got the "miniature" generator set, suddenly felt a very short and subtle oppressive feeling.

This inspiration was second only to Yang Qiu's church monk, hesitating for a moment, choosing the latter between illusion and inspiration, walking out of the living room and entering the yard, letting go of the spiritual field, and carefully and cautiously perceiving the energy fluctuations in the surrounding space.

There was nothing abnormal, as if the brief and subtle sense of oppression was just his nervousness.

Rowell frowned and thought for a while, then ordered Wagner to look after the house, changed his shoes, and went out to the town hall.

Seeing Yang Qiu in the file room of the Town Hall, before Luo Weier could speak, Yang Qiu said, "Have you noticed it too, monitor."

"What is that?" Supervisor Rowell asked immediately.

"I don't know." Yang Qiu shook his head and said displeasedly, "Some unknown being stared at Westem. This kind of overlooking is quite rude."

Rowell: "..."

Rowell said expressionlessly: "You only feel offended by being peeped by unknown beings?"

"Otherwise?" Yang Qiu said indifferently, "It's so weak that you can't even look at it. It's not good to pay too much attention to it."

There is nothing wrong with what he said, the unknowable things that can't even be watched can't affect the material plane at all, which is far worse than the revived ancient god.

But Rowell still felt that Yang Qiu was too optimistic, and disagreed with the authenticity: "Don't you think that maybe this unknown existence came because of your weird undead?"

It is not easy for those terrible monsters in the endless void to invade the material world, and they need to rely on unstable space-time cracks to pass through the wall of the material world; but the dimensional demon world is different, especially some incomplete dimensional demon worlds that do not even have a demon king, almost become void Devil's playground.

Yang Qiu laughed: "Absolutely impossible!"

The wall of the world on the earth plane is much more powerful than this magic plane!Even the tentacles of the ancient gods can't pass through, and if you find an anchor target, you have to drag the target here!

If he hadn't fused the ancient god's tentacles to save his life, and his soul was soaked with the ancient god's breath, he would have been easily found and dragged back by that damned ancient god, he would have gone to hide in the earth to live his retirement life!

Inspector Lowell stared at Yang Qiu expressionlessly for a while, then said faintly: "You are sure that your undead will not be affected by the void... So, your undead do not come from the Dimensional Demon Realm. "

Yang Qiu smiled without saying a word.

When he used part of the evil energy obtained by fusing the tentacles of the ancient gods to move the breath of the void to the town of exile and let the players do activities in the void, it didn't matter whether the monk of the church would see through the players' following feet up.

Supervising Lowell probably figured this out, and didn't delve into it, but just took a deep look at Yang Qiu: "You... are too confident. Your undead are not protected by the deep rules of this world. of this world."

"Thank you, supervisor." Yang Qiu somewhat understood that this monk of the church was used to hiding his concern behind a serious and rigid face, so he accepted his kindness and said with a smile, "Excuse me for not being able to tell you about our undead The true origin of my friend, I can only tell you that anyone can be polluted, but they will never be."

It must be impossible for the mental projection to be polluted, just like a person wearing neat clothes looking at a dirty mirror, no matter how dirty the reflection in the mirror is, it is impossible for the person looking in the mirror to have the slightest influence.

Inspector Rowell frowned and shook his head, said nothing more, turned around and was about to leave.

"Wait a minute, monitor." Yang Qiu stood up and called Rowell, smiling authentically, "If nothing happens, why don't you take a look at what our undead friends have done to improve the quality of life of Westem people. Try Harder."

While the player was holding a concert to appease the townspeople, Ji Tang and the others sped up the wires, installed the generator transformer, and gave priority to the town hall, Lord Yang's residence, two resettlement sites, the canteen branch of the Undead Chamber of Commerce, and The oil mill that was the first to be remodeled was powered on.

This oil mill was proposed by Ji Tang, the mayor of the player, who took Rex to the countryside on the first day of investigation. Due to the very underdeveloped animal husbandry in Westem, the local people's demand for edible oil There is a big gap; it is definitely not practical to develop animal husbandry now. Ji Tang found that local farmers have the habit of using soybeans in rotation, and each household has a lot of soybeans to exchange for salt or as emergency food. Of course, it will be considered Soybean oil.

Rex, who was easily persuaded by Ji Tang, went to find Yang Qiu that day, and after a difficult negotiation (mainly because Rex didn’t understand why Ji Tang thought that Yang could get the counterpart machine, or that even the Kenyan Empire could not get it. High-end goods that are not available), Yang Qiu agreed to the application of the two, and unceremoniously calculated the machine bill of the oil mill to Rex...

After Rex took on a debt, the original "Lover's" club was transformed into an oil press factory, and a Chinese-made screw automatic oil press machine (manufactured by the H Provincial Machinery Factory, ex-factory price 3000 yuan, with power generation similar machine, smaller than a generator), a steaming and frying pan, and two fully automatic multi-function tofu machines (the ex-factory price is about [-] yuan).

Yang Qiu led Lowell inspector to the oil extraction factory. Ji Tang, Rex, and Zhao Zhenzhen led a few orcs to adjust the machines in the factory (Old Geng and Master Liu have returned to exile town), seeing them swaying Entering the door quickly, except for a few orcs arranged by Rex to be in charge of the oil mill, who were a little nervous, no one else gave a glance...

Yang Qiu handed Rowell a rhododendron badge, but Rowell hesitated and took the badge.

The spiritual matrix is ​​not Yang Qiu's original creation - when the caster decides to build a mage tower in a certain place, he will set the mage tower as the core of the matrix and create a semi-permanent spiritual matrix that can cover the entire territory; If the token given by the spellcaster is added to the matrix, you can get help in case of danger. If you are unfortunately killed, you can leave a spiritual message in the matrix to reveal the real culprit before you die.

To put it bluntly, it is a magical version of a regional LAN, which has a certain security effect-or why all the lords of the region are eager to have spellcasters come to build the mage tower locally, and they are willing to send people and things.

Building the mage tower was expensive and time-consuming, and it also restricted the range of activities of the caster himself. Yang Qiu directly regarded his own body as the core of the matrix... and only an old monster like him who has lived for 300 years can do this.

The moment Rowell held the Rhododendron badge in his hand, he discovered that Ji Tang and Zhao Zhenzhen's strange "KABAKABA" voice had turned into a clear and well-organized dialogue between young men and women.

He turned his eyes to Zhao Zhenzhen in surprise, and he clearly heard the skeleton's gentle and powerful female voice that gave people a reliable and intimate feeling:

"...The newly harvested soybeans can't be pressed directly for oil. There is too much water. Have you messed up the steaming and frying equipment?"

Another skeleton issued a more powerful and calm male voice:

"The one over there is...the biggest problem now is that the soybean varieties grown here are not very good, and I estimate that the oil yield is only about 10%."

Zhao Zhenzhen said: "10% is fine, it's better than no oil. The bean cake that has been squeezed out of oil can be directly made into tofu, so it can't be wasted. In this weather, it is more suitable to make dried tofu, and it can be stored for a longer period of time... By the way , I also need to find a place for the tofu dregs. Didn’t it mean that some abandoned empty houses in the town are concentrated in the northwest of Martin Street? Richer. What do you say Rex?"

Rex, the lord of Westham, obviously couldn't keep up, and he didn't understand how he talked about extracting soybean oil before switching to raising chickens and ducks. He was stunned for a moment before continuing: "This...it should be fine Well... the two alleys over there are empty, and only a few families live there. Then, do we have to collect some chickens?"

"No, the cost of naturally hatching chickens and ducks is too high. It is neither cost-effective nor large-scale." Zhao Zhenzhen waved her hand, "Go and collect some fertilized duck eggs. We can hire people to incubate and raise a few more." post."

Rex looked at Ji Tang in bewilderment, hatching by himself?What is Ms. Zhao Zhenzhen talking about?How do you hatch an egg without a hen?

"Oh, I will do this, it's fine, I'll teach the workers then." Ji Tang said naturally.

Rex: "..."

Rex quietly wiped off his sweat, and acted more cautiously for these two... Both of them are more capable and knowledgeable than him. Be cautious in your words and deeds.

Rex, who can barely understand the part and hasn't lost too much rhythm, is like this, not to mention the orc Ossirian and his compatriots who came to learn, they are honest and honest...

Yang Qiu smiled and looked at the two members of the national team who could train people, and supervised Rowell: "Our undead friends are really good, this is definitely not me boasting, what do you think, monitor."

Supervising Rowell: "..."