God does not love the world [unlimited]

May in the south is gentle and lingering.

In the supermarket, the cashier held a QR code scanning gun and pulled out a plastic bag from the audience neatly: "It's 49 yuan in total."

After a slight sound of cloth rubbing against each other, a hand appeared in front of his eyes.The skin is very white, the joints are clear and beautiful.

A note is held between fingers.

The cashier is a young girl. She is used to seeing customers traveling around the world with a mobile phone since work. It is rare to see someone carrying banknotes with her.She looked up at the customer in front of her in a little surprise, and quickly took it over: "Wait a minute."

Even indoors, the customer wore a sweater hat in a very unique way. The shadow of the brim of the hat concealed his facial features. When he retracted his hand, he took two candies from the counter beside him.

The candy is a very common brand, and it is used when the supermarket can’t find it on weekdays. One pentacle, two plus the original 49 are exactly 50 yuan, and you don’t even need to look for zero.

Naturally, the cashier could see that this was to relieve himself of trouble, and looked at the other party, but he was also happy, quickly packed the things, stuffed the receipt into the bag, and watched the customer pick up the things and leave, feeling untimely. Thinking: This is really a manual control benefit.

... Turning around, he was pulled back by the next customer who was waiting to check out.

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The heavy rain for the next week had just stopped not long ago, and it was a sunny day outside. The golden light leaked through the shadows of the trees and sprinkled on the puddles, and the sparkling waves were dazzlingly bright.

Shi Yu was wearing a long-sleeved sweater, a hoodie on top of his head, and a plastic bag in his hand. When he returned to Lanwan community, he had finished eating the ice cream he just bought at the supermarket, and the sweet smell of chocolate was still lingering.

He threw the stick into the trash can, and passed by the shaded area outside the complex where children were gathering to build castles in the sand pool under the shade.

The child's sand castle was piled up like a slope, and he was laughed at by his companions, and he saw a stranger passing by as soon as he shrunk his mouth.The other party's black and white long clothes and trousers are tightly wrapped, and there is no warm color on his body.

He subconsciously took half a step back and tugged at his companion's sleeve: "Look, is that the dumb guy who lives in our neighborhood?"

The companion was piling up the sand and was concentrating on it. Hearing this, he condescended to look up and glanced up, then lowered his head: "Maybe."

"Isn't it hot for him to wear so many clothes on such a hot day?"

"Maybe."

"Do you think there is something wrong with this person?" The child pointed to his temple and lowered his voice trying to hide it.

"Maybe."

"My mother said he was just crazy."

"My sandcastle is ready."

"...You made a foul!"

Passing by the shade and going forward, there is a back-shaped shrub greenery.

Shi Yu stopped beside the green belt. For a moment, the shadow of the bushes swayed, and a shadow came out.

Soon the second one came out as well.

In a few seconds, five or six fur balls of different colors emerged from the grass.

The fur balls were more or less stained with rainwater from the branches and leaves, and they rubbed against his ankles one by one, making a flattering voice soft and milky: "Meow."

Some passers-by happened to be passing by at this moment, and they couldn't help casting their gazes over. Those with companions even lowered their voices and whispered.

Stray cats have always been timid and shy, and they are usually fed by playful children or leisure old people, but I have never seen anyone who can make this group of cats so close.

Shi Yu squatted down, stretched out her fingers from the cuff of the elastic band, took out the only product left in the plastic bag, and tore open the cat food packaging bag with the logo printed on it.

While watching several cats fight for food, he lightly poked the nearest white-haired kitten.

The little milk cat didn't hide, it just barked and lay on the grass with its belly exposed.

No one heard it. The person who was called dumb by the child not long ago looked down at it for a while, and suddenly said: "I don't think I've seen you before."

The kitten's tail was on his wrist.

Shi Yu: "New here?"

Little milk cat: "Meow."

Shi Yu blinked slowly, and replied, "Come with me to the pet hospital next time."

Little milk cat: "?"

Shi Yu: "Ligation."

"..."

After that, no matter how coquettishly the cat got close, Shi Yu didn't say a word.

While the other cats were eating cat food, they pretended not to hear.

Dealing with stray animals has always been a troublesome thing. Leaving them alone can easily hurt people, and feeding them intentionally can easily cause more and more births due to irregularities.But animals are free by nature. The country issued a law a few years ago, so that relevant people must catch stray animals and send them to relevant institutions. Only animals with official special marks after sterilization are eligible to run around outside.

If you want a meal ticket, let's get sterilized together, who is more noble than who.

A handful of cat food was divided cleanly.

Shi Yu poured them a second time slowly, and fastened the built-in zipper with her fingers.

The accident happened at this time.

Across a crossroads, a van suddenly turned white, the accelerator pedal was not released, and it drove through the red light with a collision posture, like an arrow off the string, the steering wheel turned sharply, from the middle of the road to the side of the road, Finally, it crashed into the green belt uncontrollably.

There was a violent rubbing sound of rubber against the ground behind him, like a sharp blade scratching glass, sharp and piercing.

Human vehicles have become an irresistible force at an uncontrolled high speed, compressing a long life all the way to the end of death.

There was a sharp sound in the ear: "Meow——!!"

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[The conditions are met, the new player's identity information has been loaded]

[It is detected that the player's vital signs have dropped to the lowest point, and you should immediately enter the instance, please select the game instance]

[Because the player has not made a choice for a long time, the system will automatically select a copy of this game for you]

[Congratulations, you have won the dungeon "White Deer", send it immediately]

Shi Yu was hit by the huge impact force of the out-of-control vehicle and lost consciousness. His brain was in a daze. He seemed to hear these words ringing in his ears in a trance. Before he could react, his eyes were completely dark.

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It's raining outside.

It was the dog days, and the air was very stuffy.The rain poured down, but failed to bring the temperature down. The soil on the mountain path was splashed, and the salty and wet soil smelled dirty all over the ground.

"pat-"

A pair of feet stepped on puddles, and the trousers were splashed with muddy water into a dull yellow.

Then came the second pair of feet.

A team of about four or five people carried the brown-red coffin in the center and moved forward silently in the heavy rain.

The woman in the front left helped the bamboo hat that was crooked by the rain, and frowned, as if remembering something before she could say the word "I rely on", she glanced at the coffin beside her from the corner of her eye, and then He swallowed the swear words back.

The man behind her with bangs that covered his eyes glanced at him, then lowered his head silently, and then walked forward.

The mountain road is very steep, and the only sound along the way is the sound of rain boots stepping on the ground and splashing water.

I don’t know how far I’ve walked, and suddenly it’s clear before my eyes. The heavy rain outlines a three-storey brick house surrounded by a fence.

It was also at the moment when the house appeared, there was a sudden tremor somewhere in the air, and then there was a light sound similar to the switch of a TV being turned on.

[Shenyu live broadcast room has been opened, I wish all players a happy game. 】

The reminder sounded strangely, but no one in the team made a sound.

In a place where everyone can't see, a small window appeared on countless screens at the same time, broadcasting the picture here in real time.

【coming!First! 】

【Wooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooow 】

[Why does the background look so hellish this time?Mountains?Deserted village?Haunted house? 】

[The live broadcast room has already opened, buy it and leave!Let's see who dies first this time! 】

[When I saw the newcomer game push on the homepage, I knew that the opportunity to grab the wool of God's Domain had come. This is still a question, of course betting on the newcomer. 】

[... I've been wanting to ask for a long time, has anyone seen where the newcomers on the list have been sent?Why didn't I see any of them? 】

At the head of the line was a man in a long robe who looked to be over half a hundred.He ordered everyone to stop, closed his wide linen sleeves, and knocked on the wooden gate in front of him.

The door of the house was not closed, and the rain curtain was too heavy. From the distance between the fence and the gate, only the neatly arranged furniture could be vaguely seen inside, but no one could be seen.

Not long after the fence door was knocked, a man with a big black umbrella and a white cloth tied on his head walked quickly from the room to the front of the team: "Excuse me, is this the Taoist priest of Lingshan? Please come in quickly!"

The man in the robe made a bow, pushed aside the wooden fence, and waved behind him.

Several people lifted the coffin, followed through the gate, and entered the mourning hall.

There was no downpour in the house, the first thing everyone did was to take off the bamboo hats and coir raincoats on top of their heads, and puddles were formed by the raindrops.

The one who seemed to be the owner with a white cloth tied on his head came out with a pile of dry towels and distributed them to everyone, and then took out another pile of white towels.

There are white banners hanging outside the house, and the owner of the house is wearing a white filial piety dress. Obviously, this is asking everyone to tie white cloths on their bodies like him.

Everyone looked at me and I looked at you, silently cramped.

The man with hair covering his eyes hung his head, took a step forward, and was the first to take the white cloth towel.

Someone started, and the others didn't delay any longer, they all stepped forward to take away the white cloth.

One by one, together with the leader of the Taoist Lingshan, there are five people in total.

The owner said: "The back room has been tidied up, and I would like to ask all the priests to make a living here tonight."

Taoist Master Lingshan agreed.

The owner said: "It's good to put the coffin here. Someone has been invited to cook inside, and I have to trouble the priests for the rest."

Daoist Lingshan lifted his spirits a little, stroked his sleeves inscrutablely: "Of course."

The two of them walked towards the hall while talking, their voices were lowered intentionally or unintentionally. Anyway, the boy with a cropped cut in the line listened for a long time but couldn't hear a word clearly, he was a little worried.

Without the leader, there are only four people left in the mourning hall.Several people looked at each other, except for the woman holding the bamboo hat, the boy with the cut head, the man with the hair covering his eyes, and the last man who was in his prime stood among these people and looked at it quite ordinaryly—although it was only relative. Word.

Looking at the ordinary man, he said, "How many players are there according to the game guide you received?"

The woman said: "Ten."

The boy said: "Six short, could it be gone?"

Looking at the ordinary man, he said again: "What will our identity be this time?"

The woman said: "Didn't I just say that, Daoist?"

The boy said: "Could it be the one who dances the great god and recites sutras to attract the souls of the dead?"

Looking at Tong Tong, he said for the third time: "There are white flags outside here, it looks like someone died just now and someone is going to have a funeral. Who will die?"

The woman said: "People from this family."

The boy said: "Is the coffin we brought here used to put the corpse? Will it be a fraud?"

Everyone: "..."

"This classmate," looking at the ordinary man, took a deep breath and said carefully, "Can you stop talking so...creepy?"

The boy bowed his head silently.

But at this moment, the silence in the air was suddenly broken.

"Knock Knock Knock-"

There were three beeps, no more, no less, the sound of human hands knocking on the door, like a reminder that someone happened to be visiting.

The boy almost bit his own tongue, and hurriedly looked towards the gate, but only saw the endless curtain of rain.

No one is empty.

After a while, the boy opened his mouth and was about to say something.

"Knock Knock Knock-"

There were three more knocks on the door.

The man with hair covering his eyes suddenly raised his head, his eyes fell on the coffin in the middle of the hall, and he narrowed his eyes slightly.

[If the scene just now wasn't turned randomly, the sound came from the coffin? 】

[Isn't it really about cheating the corpse? ! 】

"Knock Knock Knock-"

There are still three voices.

This time, the rest of the people present also heard clearly, and stiffly turned their heads to the coffin at the source of the sound.

It seemed dissatisfied that no one responded outside for a long time. It was quiet inside for a moment, and suddenly there was the sound of wood scraping.

...the coffin lid is moving.

The heavy rain was crackling down, and the light outside the house was so dim that it seemed to be swallowed up by the sky.The draft blew up a corner of the tape covering the portrait of the God of Wealth on the wall, and the thin plastic paper rattled.

one inch.

two inches.

three inches.

The gap between the lid and the coffin was getting wider and wider.

Finally, the coffin lid stopped moving.

A hand rests on the edge of the coffin.

Suddenly, with a bang, an old wooden table flew from nowhere and slammed down on the coffin lid, blocking the gap where the hand protruded, and made an earth-shattering noise, even the door panel shook. layer of ash.

The boy was startled, his heart almost jumped out, and he stared dumbfounded at the wooden table that was thrown upside down on the coffin.

Cheng Wuye let go of the corner of the table, and threw the wooden chair onto it with his backhand. The eyes under his broken hair gave him a glance, then picked up the bamboo hat, and was the first to rush out of the hall.

The rest of the people froze for half a second, then turned around in a hurry: "Why are you standing there, run!"

Men, women, and boys all left the hall, leaving only the cameras in the live broadcast room dutifully left there.

Oh, and an equally stunned audience.

[Really, tank. 】

[Hearing the sound, I feel like my hand is about to be broken. 】

【...Didn't you notice that hand retracted just now? 】

The hand did retract, a second before the table hit the gap.

Shi Yu sat in the coffin, silently looking at the tables and chairs above her head, hesitating for two seconds between staying in the coffin and going out, and finally stretched out her hand and pushed away the obstacle that was thrown up above her head things.

It's pretty heavy.

The audience in the live broadcast room watched in bewilderment as the coffin was pushed away from the inside again, and looked at the hands exposed inside with bewilderment.

Then there is a pure white filial piety.

A bolt of lightning suddenly cut through the pitch-black sky, illuminating the room like daylight, and even the figure in the coffin became clear for a moment.

[Ghost ah ah ah ah ah! ! ! 】

[... Seriously, the ghost in front of you?Are you not a ghost yourself? 】

Shi Yu stepped out of the coffin, raised her head and glanced around the room, her eyes paused for a moment on the spiritual tablet in the center, then moved away, and fell to a certain point in the void.

That was the direction of the camera in the live broadcast room.

Inexplicably, at that moment, all the audience watching the screen had a feeling at the same time.

The other side is looking at them.

But in fact, the other party didn't even stop for half a second to give the spiritual position, and directly looked away.

It's still raining outside.

Shi Yu picked up the black umbrella left by the previous owner in the corner, opened it, and walked directly into the rain curtain.

The shroud on his body was very long, and thanks to his long legs, he could not drag the floor when he walked, but this inevitably resulted in the rainwater splashing on his trouser legs after walking a few steps.

It was as if he came to this place out of nowhere, and the shroud on his body seemed to be put on simply and roughly by some force, and it was still his own clothes inside.

Neither fish nor fowl, but remind him all the time, what is his truth.

Of course, whether this place is real or not, whether it is an idealist dream or a materialistic secret, is not the focus now, so let’s not talk about it here.

The point is, he wasn't here before; at least not before he was hit by that car that went off the road.