The promotion of non-relics will consume the materials used in the ceremony, especially the "secrets" that are special materials.
When a secret disappears, some of the things associated with the secret also disappear. It depends on how the secret was promised.
It's like when you know the password to a safe and want to use this password as a prop for a ritual.
You wrote the password on the note and put the note in the lockbox.
At this point, if the ritual is complete, the note in the lockbox should disappear.
Because "the secret is gone"; but if everything related to the secret should disappear, then the lockbox itself will disappear as well.
But if the password box is gone, then the secret itself of "I am the only one who knows the password to the safe" will fall into a paradox at the moment it is completed?
Obviously, this won't be the case.
The note will disappear, but the safe holding the secret itself will remain.
This is the case with Chen Qing.
When he realized the rules for his descendants, he started the promotion ceremony using the secret that only he knew: "Only the divine creatures that I care about 'need my attention'" as the material.
As a result, he felt a sense of uneasiness, an experience that had appeared to him countless times.
So, that night, he forcibly entered the promotion ceremony started by Chen Qing, but inevitably, he was treated as a piece of fun during the promotion.
It is precisely because of these many circumstances that a sentence mentioned by Cen Nianyan was always echoing in Chen Qing's mind after the promotion ceremony.
"She's lying to you."
To be honest, for Chen Qing, he didn't think this sentence was deceiving him.
She had no reason; she went against her interests; she didn't abide by the promotion ceremony... He really couldn't think of the slightest possibility that Cen Nianyan would deceive him.
Of course, it is possible that her speculation was wrong, but in the final analysis, this possibility must be considered after Bu Zhaozhao's fraud is established. It is too early now.
Because of this, the two people, with many thoughts in mind, embarked on the return journey under the moonlight.
…
Under the moonlight, in a residential building, a girl in her early nineties was staring at the screen. There were drops of sweat in her palms. The fear on her face was mixed with a little fatigue. She was a little tired. She I haven't slept for two nights.
She clutched the mobile phone in her hand, but the face reflected on the computer screen was extremely pale.
A strand of hair fell from her forehead, and the strand of hair lay in front of her eyes, but she seemed not to notice it, staring closely at the information on the screen.
"Hurry up... is there any other website I haven't found yet..."
She bit her fingertips, and her thumb became bloody.
She was sweating profusely and glanced at the corridor outside the house from time to time.
"Is there any other website that I haven't found...the ladder is also down..."
Her eyes scanning the website on the screen stopped at a certain moment. She looked at a strange website that appeared on the screen. She vaguely remembered that she had entered that website...
But it seems to be an empty website.
But was the previous website profile like this? Is it one like this... edited with weird symbols and text?
She was silent, and after glancing towards the corridor, she resolutely entered the website.
…
Under the moonlight, in a splendid villa, a girl was chattering to a boy.
"Quick! Didn't you say you created a new story before? Tell me!"
The young man looked depressed: "Forget it...they don't let me talk about this."
The girl listened and snorted, "Listen to me and listen to them!"
"Listen...listen to you!"
"That's right!"
He turned on the light and pulled the girl to the computer.
"There are still weird things in the city...evil spirits wandering the world.
Some people say that not all websites on the Internet are built by people. "
…
Under the moonlight, in a jungle, a man with his face covered in paint was lying on a tree. His splayed feet were fixed on the treetop, and he used his free hand to flip the screen in front of him.
In the jungle, any light was as dazzling as the moonlight, but he couldn't care less.
He looked at the messages on his phone and used his free hand to block the light.
He scrolled through the messages on the screen and used his free hand to swat away the mosquitoes.
"We are shocked by your experience, but your current description makes us have to doubt your mental state. Special Forces 152, please return to the preparation base immediately, please return immediately!"
On his screen, a prominent message had been sent for the twenty-sixth time.
From once an hour to once every half an hour now.
It seems that the people in the preparation base are also waiting a little impatiently.
But when he looked at the screen, he didn't even have the slightest desire to go back.
"No...no...if I leave...I'm really dead."
He whispered, gripping the treetops with his six free hands.
…
Under the moonlight, on a blue wave, the reflection of the moonlight made two bright moons appear on the bow of the ship.
This is not a good sign.
Four people were already missing on this boat.
They took out all the water containers they had with them, filled them with water, and placed them on the bow of the ship.
Now, there are twelve bright moons and twenty green pupils on the sea.
In those reflections on the water, none of them looked humanoid.
They are full of tusks, they are full of hair, they are fierce, and their chests are wet with liquid from their mouths.
But out of the water, every one of them is a human being, and every one of them is just a simple and pragmatic crew member.
On this boat, the captain's eyes were cold and fearful.
This is the third day. He had to make a decision again.
It was the third day, and the changes in the crew had caused too many losses, and he could no longer hold on.
He thought to himself as he popped up the web page for contacting the foundation on his phone.
"Um?"
But as the web page popped up, I didn't know whether it was because it was too far away from the shore, or because the network was just not good.
The foundation page is stuck.
He scolded angrily and refreshed the page on his phone several times.
He roared angrily, but the sound could not reach the ears of the crew on the sea.
He smashed the phone in his hand, took another one, and re-entered the page.
But no, the page didn't get any better.
He was anxious and randomly clicked on another connection.
This time, a new connection came in.
…
As the night passed, Chen Qing's fatigue slowly disappeared.
He looked at the non-relics left in his pocket and let out a long sigh.
"I have to think about changing my residence today..." He frowned and looked back and forth in the room.
To be honest, I have lived in this house for two or three years, and it is really hard to let it go when it needs to be replaced all of a sudden.
He patted his chest, and Bu Zhaozhao's figure appeared in mid-air.
"Priority is given to detached houses, which must also have a basement. The area of the basement must be similar to the area on the ground." She was silent for a moment, then added: "One acre may be too much. Half an acre should be enough."
The corner of Chen Qing's mouth twitched uncontrollably twice. He looked at Bu Zhaozhao and saw that the other party had no sense of joking, and then suddenly came back to his senses: "Yes... the skyrocketing housing prices have only happened in the past twenty years. .”
He held his forehead and felt a little pain in his balls: "Half an acre... I can give you a whole hundred square meters, which is good. I still want to use the unit of acre."
Bu Zhaozhao frowned when he heard this: "How could that be?"
"Economic bubbles, financial crises, and real estate have harvested the basic market." Chen Qing spread his hands helplessly: "Times have changed. Now is not the time when you used to spend five yuan a month. Now is not the time when you used to spend more than a hundred yuan. It was an era when money could buy dozens of acres of land.
To buy a house now, you have to go bankrupt, you have to invest the rest of your life, and then you have to spend the money, and you have to look at other people's faces. "
"Look at other people's faces?"
"Yep."
"Look at whose face it is."
"Look at the bank, look at the developer!"
"Developer? Are you the one selling the house? Why should you look at their faces?"
"Because they took the money, they own your house. A businessman who took the money has become the buyer's boss!"
"That's it?"
"That's it! It costs 30% of the interest to increase the price!"
"Then I am no longer a bitch?"
"Yes, buying a house now is a shame. How many people still dream of it."
Bu Zhaozhao frowned, she could never have imagined this situation.
“In our day, we would also give land to farmers.”
“In our current era, it’s amazing for farmers to have enough to eat.”
"No one helps them?"
"I helped, why didn't I help? Give them a noble title and praise them for the difficulties of life. They will solve the rest by themselves."
"The house doesn't have an acre left?"
"A hundred square meters at most! Just a hundred square meters!"
"That basement..."
Chen Qing was silent for a while, his head hurting a little: "I'll think about it again... If I buy an old villa in the suburbs of Bangshan... maybe I can buy it."
But next to Chen Qing, Bu Zhaozhao's expression was a bit gloomy.
"More than a hundred years have passed, but the person who makes the final decision remains the same."
She sighed, but saw Chen Qing laugh sarcastically: "Human beings never learn lessons from the past and history.
Humans are just mammals controlled by higher desires. Desire, desire is the biggest driving force. "
