God does not love the world [unlimited]

Jiang Jiaying did not intend to give up her status as a guard, and said that she would stay in the palace to continue to inquire. Before leaving, she inserted a communicator and said to contact him at any time.

All the vendors on the street have been withdrawn, but there are no "street lamps" composed of wooden stakes and lanterns everywhere on both sides of the road like in the palace, and the dark night is overwhelming.

"You never know what kind of currency they use here." He Wei covered his head with both sleeves to shield him from the rain, and kept talking nonstop, "When I heard it, my three views were refreshed."

Shi Yu wore a bright red cloak, the hood was buckled on his head, and the shadow of the wide brim covered his eyebrows and eyes: "Lamp oil?"

He Weiyou staggered and almost fell directly into the muddy water: "Can you save me some ground?"

Shi Yu stopped talking.

The rain was getting heavier and heavier, and the two walked quickly all the way to the nearest inn.

The shopkeeper at the front desk was setting the abacus. When he heard the sound, he looked up and saw that the rain curtain was suddenly torn open. A female ghost in red led a male ghost in green robe and floated into the threshold of the hotel stepping on the dimly flickering light of a lantern. He jumped up from the chair, his back firmly pressed against the corner of the wall.

The green-robed male ghost stepped forward and said, "Shopkeeper, is there any room left?"

I can still talk!This has to be at least the level of a ghost! !

The shopkeeper backed away hurriedly, breaking out in a cold sweat: "Don't come over!"

"?"

The green-robed male ghost didn't seem to have expected his reaction, so he paused: "My elder brother and I just went to Beijing today, and we forgot to make an early reservation, but we still haven't found a place to live. If you don't have a place here , then we can only sleep on the street.”

……Um?brother?

The female ghost in red next to her took off her hood, revealing her face.

Although he looked very qualified to be the next flamboyant ghost, he could still tell that he was indeed a man.

The shopkeeper calmed down a bit: "Are you from out of town?"

He Weiyou, who was dressed in forgiveness green, nodded quickly: "So do you have any room here?"

The shopkeeper finally came to his senses: "I'm sorry, but there are no more rooms available."

He paused, then added: "But there is still a place in the cellar, covered with straw, it shouldn't be cold, if you don't dislike the poor environment..."

He Weiyou turned around to ask for advice.

Shi Yu nodded.

He Weiyou turned his head and asked, "The price?"

The shopkeeper changed to the tone of the deputy businessman: "A tube of [-]% lamp oil a night."

He Weiyou didn't even bargain, and directly took out a palm-sized porcelain bottle from his sleeve pocket: "[-]% lamp oil, stay for five days."

Hearing the number, the shopkeeper took the porcelain bottle carefully, poured a little into the groove of the cork, looked at the white light of the lantern next to him, seemed to have confirmed something for a while, poured back the contents of the bottle stopper, and took out the bottle again. A larger porcelain bottle and a metal tool that looked a bit like a dropper, used the tool to take three drops of lamp oil from the bottle and dripped it into his big porcelain bottle, and then put the lid on, and then returned the small porcelain bottle to He Wei Yes, she smiled so hard that she couldn't see her teeth: "Xiaoer——"

Someone in the back kitchen responded: "Here we come!"

"Take these two guests to the room in the cellar."

"okay!"

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As I said before, the trading currency of this world is none other than lamp oil.Porcelain bottles are containers, "[-]%" and "[-]%" are the concentration of kerosene, while metal droppers are tools for taking kerosene, and "one tube" is the standard measurement.

As for the direct exchange of different concentrations of kerosene, the quality of a tube of kerosene is regulated by the law, so it is not something ordinary people can change at will.

The first thing He Weiyou did when he arrived was to take out the flashlight, press the switch, and throw the porcelain vase to him: "I bought this from the boss at the pawnshop before. It is said that it is [-]% lamp oil. The darker the color The higher the price, the higher the denomination of lamp oil, and I don’t know how this thing became currency.”

Shi Yu also poured a little into the groove of the cork: "Maybe it's because they are short of lamp oil."

He Wei was confused: "What?"

"The more you lack something, the more you will pursue it." Shi Yu took out the golden lighter from the bracelet, "Because the outside here is completely black, so they want light."

The more He Weiyou listened, the more confused he became: "It's night now, of course it's dark outside, can it still be white? They want light, so why don't they just wait until dawn tomorrow? It's raining just now and there are no lights on the street. Those hawkers Didn’t they all close the stall and leave? As for the fact that they couldn’t make it through the night?”

There was an empty lamp on the wooden table beside the straw bed.

Shi Yu took out the bottle of kerosene he had brought from the oil workshop, filled it with a dropper on the table and dripped it into the lamp. The lighter flame ignited the wick, and the light suddenly rose: "What if the sky here will never be bright?" ?”

He Wei shook his hand and directly turned off the flashlight: "...what?"

"The steward I met when I first entered the dungeon told Youshi to go get the lamp oil, but it was night when I went to the oil workshop today." Shi Yu stood in front of the table, "You said before that people here seem to be used to daylight. Going out at night, in fact, can completely change the way of thinking."

"The chickens have to eat twice a day, one in the morning and one in the evening. If we ignore the changes in the weather and start counting the time from entering the dungeon, it will be exactly one day when we leave the chicken farm for the second time after feeding the chickens. I went to the oil workshop, but it was night. I can also receive lamp oil, not because the oil workshop is open all day, but because my past time is the unitary time in the public perception of this world; just like what you see is night, but in the public perception it is daytime .”

He Wei had cold sweat on his back for no reason.

"Because this world is eternal night, and there is no dawn at all. Not only is there no sun in the sky, there are no moons and stars, plants cannot photosynthesize, animals have no food source, and humans cannot perform any industrial and agricultural work. If they don't want to perish, they will Pursue the light source. Lamp oil is the only combustible material they can find, so it becomes the circulation currency that everyone desires and needs; lanterns are the utensils they use to judge the morning and evening, so when the lamp is on, it is day and it is night.”

Shi Yu also poured a little of his own bottle of lamp oil into the bottle cap, and put it under the lamp together with the other bottle cap, and found that the bottle of lamp oil he got from the palace was obviously a degree darker than the one he bought from the pawn shop.He put the corks back on both bottles: "It was only evening when I left the palace, and it's really night now."

He Weiyou took his lamp oil bottle in a daze, and heard the sound of the waiter knocking on the door outside.

Shi Yu walked over to open the door: "What time is it?"

The waiter replied reflexively: "It should be almost Haishi."

He Weiyou swallowed a big mouthful of saliva.

Haishi, which is nine o'clock in the evening in modern times.

It was after five o'clock in the afternoon to go to the oil workshop to get lamp oil, and I was hunted down again, left the palace, waited in the rain for two hours, and finally rushed to the inn, adding up it should be around nine o'clock in the evening.

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The shop waiter came to bring hot water to the two of them.

The cellar is small but well-equipped with all internal organs, including bathtub screens.

Shi Yu replaced the burlap bag she wore from the chicken farm, and spread a thick cloak on the straw as a mattress, when she heard the other party calling her name.

"what?"

He Weiyou was lying on the straw, looking at the ceiling in blank dismay: "Do you think it's superfluous for me to follow you?"

"..."

Shi Yu first spent a few seconds thinking about why the other party suddenly asked such a question, and then spent a few seconds thinking about how to answer this question, and finally did not understand: "Do you want to listen to the truth?"

He Weiyou said in a tone of death, "You just say it, I can hold on."

Shi Yu said directly, "Yes."

"...you don't have to be so direct."

Shi Yu locked the door, blew out the oil lamp on the wooden table, lay down on the bed by the light of the lighter, and wrapped herself into a spring roll with a mattress.

"Shi Yu."

"Ah."

The air was quiet for a while.

"Shi Yu."

"how?"

The air was quiet again for a while.

"Shi Yu."

"..."

This unnutritious conversation lasted for seven or eight rounds, and Shi Yu finally asked him, "What exactly do you want to say?"

"I just figured it out suddenly." He Weiyou sighed, "The behavior of following other players with shamelessness in order to pass the level and waiting for others to complete the task to get a ride should be stopped in time, so now I am going to go back to the beginning , pass by yourself."

Shi Yu was quiet for about ten seconds: "I remember you said that in the last game."

"say what?"

He thought about his words, and his tone was a little confused: "Haven't you been relying on others to pass the level since you entered the game?"

"..."

This time the air was quiet for a long while.

"Shi Yu."

Shi Yu was so sleepy that she couldn't open her eyes, but she couldn't sleep because of the nagging.He thought about it for a long time but couldn't figure out why the topic of his life ideal would be unilaterally brought up by the other party as long as he slept in the same room with him at night: "Didn't you feel at ease relying on others before? Why did you suddenly Just want to be independent?"

He Weiyou was still looking at the ceiling in blank dismay: "Do you still remember what you said just now?"

"what?"

"You speculate that there is only long night and no dawn in this world." He Weiyou said, "Then do you still remember what I guessed about the system of this world?"

"..."

"The people's work and rest habits are reversed day and night." He Weiyou said, "That's why I suddenly wanted to be independent."

Shi Yu felt that her mind was all muddled.

"I'm too far behind you." He Weiyou said in a sincere tone, "It's so bad that I can't ignore it at all, and I have to face it squarely." I have to start to reflect, I used to patronize myself and live and depend on others for others Is it a hassle, is it a burden, is it a burden that drags you forward.After all, no one owes anyone in this world, and no one else has the obligation to take him with him.He has spent more than 40 games by relying on his skin and face, and he survived almost every game by following others. Up to now, he has accepted the love of many people, and the kindness piled up with his life is not clear even in the next life.

Shi Yu tried hard to distinguish the meaning revealed in his words, and his voice was rustling: "So when you are about to die in the game, will you never ask others for help?"

"..." He Weiyou's blood that had just been aroused leaked completely in an instant.

It was rare for the room to be quiet. After an unknown amount of time, He Weiyou opened his mouth, and was about to say something, when he suddenly heard a soft sound.

He swallowed back the words he hadn't spoken yet.

The sound was very soft, and disappeared after only one sound, almost making people suspect that it was just an illusion that passed by in the dead of night.

He Wei glanced at his side from the corner of his eye.

The room was pitch black, he couldn't see anything, and he didn't hear anything, so he didn't know if Shi Yu had fallen asleep right now.

He raised his heart, but his breathing slowed down, and sweat leaked out bit by bit between his fingers.

For a long time.

"Click."

The lock on the door was unlocked.

Something slippery and sticky fell on his face, winding and spreading out a large piece of strong and pungent rust smell.