After exiting the chat interface, Song Yu glanced at the time. Obviously there was still plenty of time, so he dipped his fingers in tea and started drawing on the table.
The paper and pen were completely ruined. Song Yu, who had already realized that he might not have such a thing as "painting skills" at all, didn't think he could draw anything decent while drawing in the air. Although the water marks on the table would be intermittent due to surface tension and it would be impossible to draw fine lines, Song Yu could always adjust them while watching.
One third is for recreation, one third is for testing, and one third is because Song Yu needs more things to accompany and help him, just like Gong Gong just helped him.
When he started writing this time, Song Yu thought about it in advance: "With my current ability, I'm afraid I won't be able to draw advanced and powerful things, so there is only one goal. If I can draw it, it will be victory."
It turns out that the lower your expectations are for yourself, the higher your performance will be. Song Yu carefully used his fingers to connect those rough lines without any brushstrokes. The drawing rules were based on children's simple drawings. After a few strokes, a chubby chicken slowly stood up from the surface.
Song Yu let out a sigh of relief. To be honest, he was still a little nervous. After all, he still had some expectations for success.
Compared with ordinary chickens, this chicken's beak is a little flatter and longer, but the basic shape is still there, it is gray in color, and it is only as big as the palm of Song Yu's hand. The touch of holding it was a little subtle, but it reminded Song Yu of another bird he had dealt with.
When he thought of Yuan Fang, Song Yu couldn't help but look forward to this chicken. He held the little chicken in his hands and asked expectantly: "What skills do you have?" At least it was like the caterpillar before it was upgraded, and it could be used as a battlefield power bank.
The chicken tilted its head and let out a series of childish chirping sounds.
Song Yu's heart suddenly went cold. He put the little chicken down and started to think again - it seemed that his request was too low, and he should draw something with basic attack power. It doesn't matter if you look ugly, as long as...
Song Yu suddenly paused. He looked up and saw that the sky was much darker than he felt. All the stars that should have been shining brightly in the sky were gone.
In the sky, a bloody full moon was not bright, but it was extremely dazzling.
Because of the nervousness, Song Yu felt his stomach being tightened suddenly, and the strong desire to vomit made him breathless for a moment. He immediately rushed to the bed: "Jie Nanshi——"
Almost the moment he turned his head, an invisible black mist spread quickly and swallowed Song Yu's body. Song Yu felt an invisible force pulling him back, probably swallowing his throat, so that after he called out the other person's name, he could no longer make a sound.
The last sight before his eyes was Jie Nanshi's eyelids trembling slightly on the bed.
——You must notice something is wrong!
Xie Nanshi felt something and opened his eyes. The room was very quiet. Even the formation he set up did not change at all. Everything was peaceful and peaceful.
If there wasn't one person missing, it would probably be treated as if nothing happened.
"Song Yu?" Xie Nanshi tried to call, but of course there was no response. After he got up, he discovered that for some reason, there was a gray chicken on the table. The chicken didn't look as fluffy and soft as a living thing. It just tilted its head and looked at him. Xie Nanshi recognized that this was definitely not a strange beast, so he let down some of his wariness.
He continued to observe the room.
The door had not been opened, and there was still a piece of Song Yu's hair on it. Xie Nanshi walked to the table and stretched out his fingers to press the little chicken's head, pushing down a piece of the fluff on its head, making it look cute and cute.
Xie Nanshi frowned. He had always been good at searching for people, but this time it didn't work. Is the connection between this chicken and Song Yu not deep enough?
No, all created creatures rely on the power of one's own soul and are most closely tied to oneself. Therefore, the owner can locate the creatures he created at any time.
So it's not that the person-finding spell doesn't work, it's that the location is blocked by a person or some kind of creature. Xie Nanshi looked helpless for a moment.
Xie Nanshi was not in a hurry to leave the inn to find someone. He remembered that Song Yu had mentioned that the two of them were still in a team and could see each other's positions.
It's a pity... He tried a few more times, but still couldn't see what the "system" described by Song Yu looked like.
When the sun rose and the sun broke through the ground, the whole town seemed to come alive, and suddenly there were many sounds.
In the morning, the cries of vendors, the crows of birds and roosters, and the sound of shops opening their doors all blend together to form a complete human world. It's like the world is literally improving itself.
Xie Nanshi's eyes widened for a moment, then calmed down quickly. He has accepted that this world is all false, so isn't it normal for voices to suddenly appear in this false world?
He was standing at the window, and from here he could see the streets below. The streets were bustling but empty. Xie Nanshi came to the street with the little chicken in his arms. The unequal noise between the noise and the scene made him feel a little uncomfortable. There was no one in front of me, but it seemed like I would bump into pedestrians if I walked forward.
Xie Nanshi lowered his head and glanced at the chick in his arms, silently placed it on the ground, and then followed it.
It is instinct for the soul to pursue its origin.
…
When Song Yu opened his eyes, he saw a white house. He blinked and thought for a moment that he had forcibly quit the game.
How should I put it? This house looks a bit too much like a modern architectural structure and does not conform to the aesthetics of the game. But... Song Yu tilted his head and saw the somewhat eye-catching windows on the side that were like colored glass, and felt that he should still be in the game.
In the game, is there a house that is very similar to modern structures? Even the bed he was lying on was covered with Simmons mattresses. Is he still out of the game? Song Yu tried to feel the little lives he created. Although they were very weak, he could still feel the intermittent connection. There were also lotus patterns on the back of his hands.
Very good, it can indeed be in the game.
Song Yu sat up and rubbed his forehead, recalling the scene he saw before he fell into coma. He seemed to be wrapped in a black mist, and then he knew nothing.
Aren’t all the bosses finished? Shouldn't this round be a simple fetch? Why did you bring him to kidnap him? It was said to be a kidnapping, but he didn't have any shackles on him. It seemed like he was invited over as a guest.
Song Yu tried to open the team system, but found that his teammate Xie Nanshi was not within the map. What does not in scope mean? Could it be that he slept directly back to the original mortal plane in "Meeting the Gods"?
He let out a long sigh, stood up, and moved to the door cautiously. However, before he could touch the door, the door was pushed open from the outside. Song Yu defensively raised his hand to block in front of him, and at the same time jumped a big step back and looked warily at the person walking in from the door.
"Elder Yan?!" Song Yu looked at the face of the visitor in shock.
"Long time no see, little friend." Yan Rui smiled at Song Yu. Different from the seriousness when he was the elder of Jiange, he now looks relaxed and comfortable. Even the deep wrinkles on his face seem to have been reduced a lot. He looks younger at least. Ten years old.
But why do people who were already dead appear in the world of cultivation? And why are rooms that only exist in reality restored?
"Sit down, I know you have a lot of doubts in your mind, and I can answer them for you slowly." Yan Rui pulled the stool aside, moving gracefully like a decent middle-aged gentleman.
The people and scenery in front of him gave Song Yu a sense of fragmentation, as if he had traveled from an ancient costume game to a modern wealthy family...or Central Europe.
But he felt that he was no match for Yan Rui, let alone the strange Yan Rui who was resurrected from the dead in front of him. If you can't beat him, just join in. Song Yu calmly sat on the stool pulled out by Yan Rui. He stared at Yan Rui and just used his eyes to signal him to start performing.
Yan Rui calmly poured a cup of tea and handed it to Song Yu: "Don't you have anything to ask?"
After Song Yu took the tea, he discovered that sugar and milk were added to it. It tasted a bit like milk tea, but the production was a little rough and the milk taste was very weak. But it’s also milk tea…
Song Yu calmly drank the cup of milk tea and was not prepared to answer Yan Rui's questions. Following his train of thought and asking questions would only harm himself: "I think Elder Yan must have his own purpose or needs in bringing me here. Why don't you mention it directly, Elder Yan?"
Yan Rui narrowed his eyes, revealing a bit of his original fierceness, but soon changed back to his gentle appearance, and said, "You and I come from the same place."
Song Yu showed an expression of surprise just right, but his eyes turned cold. If he hadn't been in the game and the game was almost abandoned, he would have almost believed Yan Rui's words.
Yan Rui saw the suspicion in Song Yu's eyes, thought for a moment and continued: "This is just a game. Our purpose is the same, to leave here, so let's cooperate."
Song Yu almost believed it. After all, Du Anchen was able to send Jie Nanshi into the game without telling anyone in the company. Maybe other employees or even shareholders also sneaked in to experience it?
But when he thought about it, he felt that the keyword game alone was not enough. After all, he had told Xie Nanshi these two words many times. Maybe Yan Rui had heard them before?
"Since we come from the same place, let's exchange passwords." Song Yu smiled slightly: "Besides the blessing of professionalism, what else are there among the five blessings?"
There was a moment of emptiness in Yan Rui's expression.
Song Yu narrowed his eyes slightly and held his chin with one hand: "Then let's change the question. How many steps does it take to stuff an elephant into the refrigerator?"
For a moment, Yan Rui's expression was distorted.
