Conquering alien worlds starts from the game

"What happened? Why is it so noisy outside?"

The old woman sitting on the bamboo armchair grasped the armrest with the back of her thin hand, leaned her neck forward, and tried to look out through the crack of the door opened by her husband.

"It's okay, Tina, it's just that those undead are messing around again." John withdrew his gaze, and while tremblingly closing the door tightly and pulling the iron pin, he turned to comfort his wife.

"Here it comes again." Tina sighed helplessly, fumbled to pick up the knitting needle on her knee again, and complained, "I don't know how long these undead are going to make trouble in the town, and no one can control them." Do you care about them?"

"Maybe it will be fine when the new mayor comes. There will always be someone who can control these undead."

Holding the counter, John walked back into the small shop that belonged to the activity space of the couple. He picked up the oil lamp that had been placed on the counter when he opened the door to check, and put it on the small wooden table in front of Tina. He also sat down and continued to use Bamboo baskets are woven from sliced ​​bamboo.

At the age of the Lawrence couple, it is already difficult to fall asleep early. Rather than lying in a more cramped bedroom staring at the darkness, the old couple would rather do some manual work with an oil lamp before sleepiness comes.

Because of the high electricity bills and the fact that the wires are easy to be stolen, even the Lawrence family, who can live a relatively affordable life, usually does not spend "huge sums" of money to install electric lights. Daily lighting often relies on oil lamps and candles.

In a small grocery store, the gray-haired old couple sitting opposite each other under the dim light, quietly doing their own handicrafts, this scene is naturally extremely warm and peaceful in people's eyes, as if it can calm people's hearts and minds. The relatives and elders in the hometown unknowingly appear in the book, and the corners of the mouth unconsciously show a smile...

But Yang Qiu didn't have the sentimentality that someone with a delicate and sensitive mind would have.

From Professor Yin's vision, I saw this old expert staring at the household registration files of the Lawrence couple, especially...noticing that the death date of Carl Lawrence was June 45rd [-] years ago, Yang Qiu came from the Crick The city flew over.

Professor Yin Zhengliang naturally wouldn't have the problem of talking to himself throughout the investigation. Before the old expert came to a clear conclusion, Yang Qiu, who only looked at the anchor point from time to time, naturally had no way of knowing Professor Yin's investigation ideas.

But the two key pieces of information, 45 years ago and June [-], are enough for Yang Qiu to take action—especially the latter, Westford Aubrey's memory has been loosened twice, both on June [-]. one day!

What happened to Karl Lawrence on June 45rd [-] years ago?How did the Lawrence couple survive these years?These may be very important, but they are not that important to Yang Qiu... He only cares about one thing. Over the past few decades, the culprit who has caused the continuous population evaporation of Xinxili Town has finally been traced.

In the sky under the darkness of night, Yang Qiu, who was wearing a cloak, hovered against the wind, staring coldly at the town block where Lawrence's house was located.

Yang Qiu didn't rashly release his mental power to test...he wasn't sure where the ancient god's consciousness that only high-level spellcasters or high-level priests could perceive its "existence" was at right now.

The "appearance" of the consciousness of the ancient god in the Carter Forest Farm does not mean that "He" is there - this thing is plainly a part of a certain extremely powerful "will", and its "existence" can be projected at will To the place where "His" believers are.

Compared with the Angel of Eternal Sleeper who was killed by the players, and the Angel of Joy that Yang Qiu faced directly, this ancient god consciousness is obviously more powerful and more polluting...but it is not without countermeasures.

At this moment, it was the peak period for players to be online; although online players would inevitably be killed or go offline due to monster spawners, the number of active players on each map was still in the early [-]s.

With these [-] anchor points in hand, Yang Qiu is confident that he can temporarily resist the pollution of facing the consciousness of evil gods, and forcefully "open the door" to push this ghost thing back into the void.

The key point is that this time can't be very long... Otherwise, Yang Qiu himself won't feel much better.

"The couple are very suspicious, but there is still a chance that it may not be them... If you start to scare the snake, you will be in trouble."

The Lawrences are indeed very suspicious, but their son who died 45 years ago is equally suspicious—since he is the ancient god who is suspected of ruling killing and death, the envoy is also likely to be an "undead".

The consciousness of the ancient god with independent consciousness is obviously not assimilated to a high degree with the envoy who summoned him; if he catches the wrong envoy, arouses his vigilance or angers him, it will be a disaster.

After thinking for a while, Yang Qiu, who was hovering thousands of meters in the air and blocked the strong wind with his spiritual field, turned his gaze to the streets in the town.

"Just to be on the safe side...we'd better make two-handed preparations first."

Professor Yin Zhengliang, who was shuttling through the alley, suddenly heard a somewhat unfamiliar and familiar voice in his head: "Professor Yin, please stop going to the Lawrence House for now."

"Lord Yang?!" Professor Yin blurted out subconsciously.

"It's me." Yang Qiu calmly transmitted a message to Professor Yin's anchor, "I need your assistance in investigating Carl Lawrence's cemetery."

"The child who passed away?" Professor Yin was stunned for a moment before he realized, "Do you suspect that he is the 'Evil God Envoy'?"

"It's just that this possibility cannot be ruled out for the time being." Yang Qiudao, "The strength of this evil god's consciousness body is different from those players have come into contact with. If there is any abnormality in the cemetery, I will kick you offline. This 'account' of yours... Maybe it won’t work anymore, and I’ll make up for it later.”

With the ambition of Professor Yin, I couldn't help feeling a little creepy when I heard this...

Lord Yang's words meant that the evil god could pose a threat to the "players" who just manipulated the skeleton body across the plane, forcing Lord Yang to destroy the skeleton body? !

"I understand." Professor Yin slowed down and responded readily.

His "game character" was only "created" today, and he himself is not a player, so he doesn't care if his account will be "deleted".

The lord Yang specially asked him to assist instead of sending out tasks to the players as usual, obviously because of this.

Understanding Yang's intentions, Professor Yin didn't delay at all, and immediately let Qi Tian, ​​who accompanied him in the investigation, stay in the town and rush to the cemetery alone.

The public cemetery in Xinxili Township is located in the suburbs, only more than 600 meters away from the Morgan Furniture Factory. Professor Yin had been here when it was still daytime in the other world.

The death god of this world is generously preaching in the western enclosure of the Nabalon continent, and even the ignorant commoners know that there is no hell or heaven after death, only the soul body disintegrates and dissipates or degenerates into ghosts; the so-called There is no soil for the "culture" of sacrificial burial and burial, and the ancient industry of tomb robbers naturally has no chance to rise. Correspondingly, there is no corresponding occupation such as grave guards.

Of course, the cemetery, which is generally located in the wilderness and full of graves, is still a popular part of various folk horror stories... After all, there are indeed ghosts in this world.

Professor Yin, who was struggling to avoid those players who were fighting all over the town, trotted all the way, just stepped into the cemetery surrounded by waist-high wooden fences and densely covered with thorns, when he saw in horror... floating in the mid-air of the cemetery, densely packed There are hundreds of translucent ghosts.

These hazy ghosts, which cannot be seen even with the player's eyesight from a distance, do not seem to be conscious, but just hover and wander in the cemetery blankly.

Professor Yin was shocked by this creepy and surreal picture, but he saw... under the row of big trees in the middle of the cemetery, there was a little boy less than 1.2 meters tall who seemed to be integrated with the darkness.

Professor Yin only had time to see the outline of a little boy, and his consciousness quickly separated from this material plane.

When Professor Yin's vision returned to normal... What he saw was no longer the surreal cemetery, but the ceiling of the scientific research institute.

And at the moment when Professor Yin was "kicked off the assembly line", the skeleton frame he had chosen as the "game character" exploded on the spot.

It really exploded... The strong bones that have been warmed by the strong magic power of the Tarantan wasteland for thousands of years and can withstand the random creation of players are directly blasted into micron-scale dust. The fine bone powder, which is smaller than the loose powder used for makeup, is in the form of mist. Flying in all directions.

The strongest mental power under the demigod is released through the matrix anchor on the skeleton at one time, and this "player character" is really impossible to keep... If Yang Qiu hadn't considered that the player's game is not light or heavy, and the general bones The frame couldn't stand up to construction, so I specially chose the skeleton of an ancient warrior "produced" by Tarantan. This skeleton frame with matrix anchor points couldn't withstand this kind of intensity of spiritual power transmission.

In other words, Yang Qiu had already made plans to use the player's "game character" as a consumable when he built the framework of the game "Alien World"... ahem.

After sacrificing a "player character", Yang Qiu's powerful mental power projected from the air instantly created a subspace barrier that had an internal effect and sealed off the entire cemetery.

With lightning speed to isolate the space inside and outside the cemetery, Yang Qiu himself flew over from the sky above the town and landed slowly in front of the cemetery.

The source of all tragedies in Xinxili Town is still standing under the row of lush trees in the cemetery, motionless.

Yang Qiu floated to the ground, and when he cast his gaze over, he... no, he also cast his gaze on Yang Qiu with an inhuman gaze that was so calm that it made one's heart chill.

The two sides looked at each other through the inner subspace barrier. After a long time, Yang Qiu said expressionlessly: "Although it has been expected, it is still surprising. You... are still Karl Lawrence."

The envoy who was assimilated by the consciousness of the ancient god can be understood as having gained the power of the god, but it can also be understood as...losing everything, from body to heart, from body to soul, and becoming a puppet of the will of God.

The little boy in the cemetery has an inhuman cold gaze that does not regard Yang who appears here as the same kind, and this kind of contempt for human beings... only human beings can have it.