Night falls.
Qi Guang slept all day today. He didn't open his eyes from the observatory until the stars came out.
The stars in the sky were as if someone had sprinkled a handful of fluorescent powder. The dark sky seemed to have weakened the brilliance of the moon due to the numerous stars.
The direction of his eyes slowly moved to the direction where Cheng Ye was patching up the sky.
There seemed to be a small spot of light flickering there.
Qi Guang smiled slightly, and his eyes seemed clearer again.
The Sky-Mending Stone blends well with the sky, and a new way of heaven is being nurtured inside.
If nothing happens, everything will be back on track in a few days.
He suddenly felt a little tired, got up and stood on the stone railing and stretched.
It seems that he is not worried about falling at all, or perhaps he does not think that he will die at all.
Suddenly, an umbrella appeared from his hand.
The small transparent umbrella looks beautiful, reflecting the brilliance of the stars and the moon like a crystal.
Everyone who had seen the umbrella died.
He played with the umbrella, turning it, turning it...
The light spots of the stars and the moon are reflected on the ground, as if the stars are flowing backwards and splashing on the ground of the observatory.
The beauty of the scenery is breathtaking.
After walking around for a while, he seemed a little bored and lowered his head not knowing what he was thinking.
The next second, he suddenly jumped up.
This is the Star Building, the highest place in the entire capital.
He is like a stone in free fall.
Feel the weightlessness of falling with your whole body.
Halfway through the fall, he opened his umbrella and his speed dropped instantly.
He adjusted his posture and landed slowly on the ground.
"It's so fun." He said softly with a smile, and then looked towards Chu Yue's bedroom.
He kind of wanted to go home, and he didn't know if his employees had taken good care of the store and cleaned the streets during his absence.
He didn't want his sister to return to Yongye with the same dirty look.
He wanted to go back early and clean up the streets and alleys so that his sister's trouser legs would not be stained with blood when she walked.
Then, go say goodbye.
With this thought in mind, he walked towards Chu Yue's palace...
...
Time flies so fast, and the teleportation point of the Museum of Dead Things has finally been updated.
Because he was worried that something would go wrong, such as if the teleportation point here would disappear, Cheng Ye contacted Wei Sheng'an in advance and asked him not to enter the Museum of Dead Things for the time being.
Then he secretly dug a secret room in a small dark room that only condemned prisoners could enter after leaving the dungeon.
In this way, if the teleportation point is replaced and disappears, no one will accidentally enter the museum of dead objects.
You know, if there is no invitation letter to the Museum of Dead Things, you will be regarded as a tourist.
And what happens to most of the tourists... Presumably everyone outside the screen knows something about it.
Although the Museum of Dead Things lacks energy, Cheng Ye doesn't want to earn such energy.
If the death row prisoner accidentally discovers this teleportation point, it doesn't matter. He is a dying person, so it is treated as a game ticket for him.
[In view of the general environment,
If you win, you will get a second chance to live and a huge prize.
If you die, you will die. You are a dying person.
Cheng Ye quickly arranged all this. After all, some people in the court had begun to raise questions, and there were more and more voices of dissatisfaction with Wang Wu. Even the people began to criticize.
He knew that this was the newly born Heavenly Dao dealing with foreign objects.
If they don't handle it, God will handle it.
This is the law of the world, and it is an irresistible force.
At present, the National Fortune Dragon Veins are fighting, and they are extremely weak. Wang Wu can no longer continue to be the emperor, so they can only solve everything as soon as possible.
In the past few days, he has found that the connection between himself and the world is slowly diminishing, and the ability to feel every breath is disappearing.
It seemed that after he made up for that sky, the way of heaven began to truly be reborn.
Maybe in the beginning, he will be the one who disappears.
He is not the way of heaven, but a container.
The power he thought he had was just using his body.
Therefore, Cheng Ye's narrow eyes narrowed. Perhaps what the young man gave him was not simply something to mend the sky, but something to sacrifice on his behalf.
Perhaps this copy hid many dangers against Cheng Ye, but the young man interfered and blocked many of them.
He looked very tired all the time. I heard that he was either fishing or sleeping.
And when he first entered this world, he was full of energy.
But according to Chu Yue, he became very busy after that, and he could not see him more than a few times throughout the day, or even not see anyone for weeks.
He may have spent a lot of energy in order to bring this copy to a successful conclusion.
Somehow, Cheng Ye felt like this.
It was as if there were no eyes on the back of his head, but he knew someone was looking at him.
The moment he possessed the power of heaven, this feeling reached its peak.
The bloodthirsty smell in the young man completely disappeared, leaving only kindness towards himself.
And that kind of kindness will finally make Cheng Ye trust him and use the fish he sent...
Cheng Ye lowered his eyes. There were too many things in this copy that he couldn't understand, but since Chu Yue believed in the young man, he also believed in it.
Cheng Ye came to the dungeon and set up the second teleportation point of the Museum of Dead Things.
[Ding~ The portal has been set up, and the curator is welcome to go home at any time. 】
No difficulty, just set it up straight away.
It was so relaxed that Cheng Ye couldn't help but raise his eyebrows.
So simple?
He thought the system would interfere with it or something, but he didn't expect it to be so easy.
And also warmly welcome him home at any time?
So, the museum of dead objects really wants to devour tourists...
Cheng Ye's eyes darkened. Maybe the curator wanted to travel around the world, and for the sake of the museum's business, he needed to go home at any time, so he had the ability to set up a teleportation point every seven days.
He opened the door and walked right in.
There was still that familiar lifeless feeling, the air was filled with uncomfortable but intangible fine powder.
He really seemed to be using a bunch of red lanterns to disperse the dark atmosphere!
Cheng Ye had a gloomy face. He didn't know why, but every time he entered this place, he always felt like he was in a coffin.
After a while, he went out and bought red lanterns, red gauze, red benches, and red carpets.
Everything is red and festive!
He came to the familiar curator's console and saw the stone bridge that had been thrown aside.
He was stunned. This couldn't have been thrown around by Wei Sheng'an when he called him out of boredom.
No, isn’t this a deliberate attempt to enhance visitors’ experience?
The bridge is gone, how can we cross?
Cheng Ye sighed, held the bridge in place, and then set the curator's permissions.
After doing all this, he called Wei Sheng'an.
He still had to verify some things.
