God Simulator Chapter 630

  Chapter 630 Are there any rules?

   Came back to his senses, Zhuzhi found himself sitting in a closed cabin.

  His hands and feet were tied with rope, and his back was against the wall.

   There is a bonfire in the center of the dark hut, which is the only light source here.

  Zhuzhi followed the firelight and confirmed the six people in the house.

  These are Yao people who came to travel to the Mystic Kingdom.

   Originally led by Zhuzhi, they will first go to Brotherhood Manor on this trip, where they can eat local sugar-fried wheat, and they can also play wooden tub drifting games in the river, and then rush to Tree House Township.

  Tree House Township is the territory of the Green Forest. Visitors can observe the sacrificial ceremony of the local girl to Mrs. Salt. They will dance and sing non-stop. Unlike the Green Forest Dance Troupe on the stage, here is another more wild and unrestrained dance, like a snake, like a bird, like a happy deer.

  According to Zhuzhi's personal experience, most tourists like it here. Forest girls are always full of energy, people like them, and even if you are lucky, you can make friends with them.

  Leaving Tree House Township, we will rush to the final destination, Longqi Island.

Tourists can pay homage to God Yao and Longzu in the Four Seas Temple on Longqi Island, live in huts by the sea to watch the sea and listen to the tide, and eat local seafood, especially local specialties such as isinglass, scallops, black pearls and dried seaweed. Far cheaper and in better condition than in the store.

  Many Yao people came here just to buy these special products back home.

  Takechi is the accompanying guide on this journey, and he has been doing this for five years.

   "Where is this place? What's going on?"

   asked the murloc sitting opposite.

  As soon as he opened his mouth, everyone else looked at Zhuzhi.

   "Mr. Yuliu, I think we were attacked. We should have used spells or potions to stun us and bring us here."

  Zhuzhi said calmly: "But I don't think you need to worry too much. Most of them are asking for money, otherwise they wouldn't need to go to such lengths to arrest us."

   "Robbery? Begging for money!"

  Murloc Yuliu gritted her teeth: "Didn't you say that this road is absolutely safe!"

   "That's true. You should have asked about it. We are taking the main road, which is indeed the safest path. I don't know what's going on."

  Zhuzhi smiled wryly.

  The Yuliu in front of me lives in Saniro City and runs a fish pond. This time he went on a long trip, he was looking for flowers and willows.

  The fish pond owner asked Zhuzhi in private.

   "How about the woman over there?"

"pretty."

   "Would you like to hook up?"

   "If it's the fraternity farm, the girls are very enthusiastic and open, and they will even be willing to elope as long as they see each other. This is a precedent."

Zhuzhi introduced to him: "Girls in the green forest believe in the **** Ms. Yan. Their personalities are innocent and simple. It's just because of their beliefs. If outsiders fall in love with them, they will be kept by them. But they are usually the most beautiful and crazy. wild girl."

   "The last is Longqi Island. The men and women on the beach face the sea, and they are more free and easy. Most of the dragon-born girls are in excellent shape, dare to love and hate, and many of them have their own industries and ships, and are very rich."

  The murloc had an epiphany: "That is to say, it's better to choose the farm and Longqi Island, and don't provoke the Green Forest?"

   "It can also be understood in this way."

   "Go! How much?"

Now Yuliu looks depressed: "It's hard for me to raise fish and save some money. Is it easy for me? My wife hasn't been found yet, and money is indispensable this time. Damn, this ghostly place in the Secret Art Kingdom is really backward and barbaric." Already!"

   "Mom's! Money back! Money back!"

   Zhuzhi comforted him a few words.

   Another person next to him said: "We should first find a way to untie the rope and free up our hands and feet, so that we have a chance to get out of trouble."

"right."

   The speaker is a young couple.

  The male name is Shang Sheng, and the female name is Yan Le.

  Zhuzhi has inquired and confirmed that Shang Sheng's family has an iron mine in the southern continent, and Yanyue is a musician in the Ale Theater, who can play the xylophone case, bamboo flute and snare drum. The two were newly married not long ago, and this time they came to enjoy a post-wedding trip.

  In this line of work, you must keep your eyes open, and the customers you contact cannot be dangerous. This is very important.

  Zhuzhi also agreed: "Then let's help each other."

  Shang Sheng and Yan Le bit the knots in each other's hands with their teeth, and were the first to free themselves. With their help, everyone was freed from the ropes.

  Then they groped around on the four walls and the ground, but the house was completely sealed by stones and strengthened by spells, so no sound could come out.

  Everyone gathered around the bonfire, and each other fell silent.

   It was Zhuzhi who took the initiative to speak: "See if there is something missing from your body?"

   Following this reminder, the six of them began to fumble for their pockets.

   "My potions are all gone." Yu Liu looked depressed.

  Shang Sheng also said: "My mechanical pocket watch was also taken away, and the wallet with seashells and city bonds was also taken away."

  Yan Le clutched her husband's arm nervously, with a sad face.

   "I'm missing some jewelry and some money with me. It seems that I have been kidnapped."

  The speaker is an older woman.

  She was wearing a light blue cotton long-sleeved shirt, wrapped in a white robe, with some light wrinkles between her eyebrows and eyes, she looked about thirty or so years old. She held the hand of the little boy beside her and comforted him softly, showing the calmness of a mature woman and the strength of a mother.

   "I think it's the same." Zhu Zhi nodded.

  The mother's name is Hua Wanrong, and she is a businessman in the flower business. She has been in contact with the Valley of Gods in the Eastern Continent all year round, especially focusing on the field of roses. The five or six-year-old stupid kid next to her is her son, Hua Zheng.

  Many people in the Eastern Continent know Hua Wanrong. It is said that her husband was an airship pilot, and died in an accident while flying around a circuit, and then she took the child alone.

  Zhuzhi looked away from the pair of mother and son, and turned to the last person here.

  It was an old man in a black robe. He was shriveled, bald, and looked a little drowsy, dozing off all the time. His body shrank, as if he was a little cold, and he was very close to the fire.

  At first, Zhuzhi didn't want to receive elderly customers.

  Elderly people have many problems and poor memory. Many of them suffer from various diseases, and many of them are digging and searching. It will be troublesome if you suddenly feel unwell in the middle of the journey, or if something unexpected happens.

   But who told this old man to give too much? He has a certain obsession, and he must go to the Secret Art Kingdom for a tour.

  Zhu Zhituo people have inquired, this old man named Sharipa is a senior monk, he now lives in Yancheng and works in Baibao.

  Sharipa has a good reputation. It is said that he is a little old man who does not cause trouble to others, and he is generous, but he is not in good health. As for the monks, they were used to hard work in the past, and their health broke down.

  That's why Zhu Zhi made an exception and took him with him.

   "Mr. Sharipa? Are you okay?" Zhuzhi asked him politely.

   "It's okay, it's okay." Sharipa said with a smile.

   Then he coughed up a mouthful of blood.

  Under the astonished eyes of everyone, Sharipa wiped his mouth with a handkerchief, grinning to reveal bloodshot gums and teeth: "I have a little cough, maybe I have caught a cold recently."

  Zhuzhi felt a little shaking under his feet.

   You shouldn't be greedy for the old man's little tip!

   Is this all right?

  Zhuzhi took a deep breath and sat down beside the old man: "What's wrong with you?"

   "Just a little cough."

  The old man muttered: "It will be fine after a night of sleep."

"to be honest."

  Zhuzhi clenched his fists tightly.

"...I'm sick." Old Sharipa said with some embarrassment: "But don't worry, I won't die. I have to go back to the Sifang Kingdom and continue to practice under the statue of Garan Dharma Protector. Within ten days, we should be able to go back, right? Zhu Zhi gentlemen?"

  Ten days?

  Zhuzhi's face was ugly.

  The old man vomits so much blood that he doesn't know if he can survive a day.

  I seek money, not death!

  In any business, dead people are taboo troubles.

  Zhuzhi just wanted to squeeze some oil and water out of these passengers, search for all their belongings, and then try to get them to write letters home to get the ransom. Regardless of whether they can get it or not, people will let it go and go through a process of intimidation.

   Kidnapping and robbery, that's a trivial matter. After all, the Secret Art Kingdom is already in chaos, with various organizations mixed up, old and new gangs rampant, and the power of various old gods lurking in the dark.

   It's normal for something to happen.

  But if someone dies...then it will lead to the [Investigation Bureau] behind it.

  The organization led by the apostle Huni will come all the way like a jackal smelling blood. Even in the kingdom of secret arts, no one wants to face such an institution that can arrest even gods and apostles and put them in jail.

   Please, don't die, old man, support me...

   Zhuzhi prayed silently in his heart.

  He has two businesses. One is the travel guide on the bright side, and the other is the cooperation with [Hongbaihui].

  The Red and White Society was established in the world of the Yao nationality, and was first formed by a group of immigrants from other worlds.

  In this name, red refers to the sour raspberries in the orchard, and white refers to the cotton grown in the field.

  When immigrants came to Yao, what they could do was to pick raspberries in the orchard, make jam, or grow and pick cotton in the fields.

   It is not that immigrants are prohibited from engaging in other jobs, but that those jobs have high requirements.

Either knowledge in mathematics, engineering, archaeology, biology, theology, trade, etc. is required, or one or two years of experience in smelting, navigation, mining, farming, planting, textiles, cooking, etc. are required, and These will be verified.

  It is too difficult for immigrants to compete with the locals. Basically, the Yao people have received three to five years of basic school education, and the starting point is a lot higher. And due to living environment factors, they usually know at least two or three languages.

  In an environment with high threshold and high competition, immigrants can only do hard work.

  So they huddled together to communicate with each other and avoid being bullied.

  With continuous development, the direction of the Red and White Society gradually shifted.

  Because there is an unavoidable situation: Compared with competing with the local people of the Yao nationality who are too strong in hard power, it is better to engage in wild ways, and the money will come in much faster. Those immigrants who successfully broke through have already entered the local circle, and there is no need to stay in the Red and White Society.

  Thus, the Red and White Society actually transformed into an underground gang, engaged in stealth and abduction. But they were soon severely cracked down by the law and order, and the leaders were all arrested and imprisoned, and the remnants of the Red and White Society were also transferred to the Secret Art Kingdom, regrouping in this world full of gangs.

  Zhuzhi's hometown is a mountain outside the Huanshan City of Zhulu Country. He went to Shacheng early on, and then entered the world of the Yao people. Later, he joined the Hongbaihui.

  He is not a member of the Red and White Society, but has a cooperative relationship with the Red and White Society.

  Zhuzhi sees himself very clearly.

  He is not as hard-working and hard-working as other bamboo people, and he is not smart, but he wants to make money, what should he do? Then go wild.

  But Zhuzhi also has his own principles.

   Make money, try not to hurt people, and never kill people.

   Even if he is arrested, he will still come out one day.

Just like this plan, Zhuzhi carefully screened the candidates for kidnapping: they must have some money, and then they must not be too rich to avoid excessive influence, and these people must be willing to use money to eliminate disasters, not those with sensitive identities , can't be a powerful transcendent yet.

  Through such screening, only these six passengers were obtained.

   It can be said that Zhuzhi worked hard for a year to lead the passengers to travel safely and smoothly, just to pave the way for this big windfall.

  In order to be authentic enough, he asked the Hongbai Society to treat him and other passengers together, and not to be special. This is also to better hide yourself, let yourself act as an insider, observe and guide these meat tickets to give money.

   So far, everything is going according to plan.

   Except the old man Sharipa next to him who was coughing up blood again.

   "Do you smell smoke?" the murloc said suddenly.

  Everyone looked around.

  Zhuzhi also found that wisps of smoke began to appear in the hut, and the smoke became thicker and thicker, continuously pouring into the closed house.

   "They're going to burn us!"

   "It's over, it's over! Gotta get out!"

  Everyone was slapping and bumping in panic, trying to find a way out.

  Zhuzhi was stunned.

   No, this.

  It's different from what you said.

  Could it be that one person will be dismounted first, and then let them write letters one by one to get the ransom?

   Soon, Zhuzhi knew that this must not be the case.

  Because the temperature of the whole room is getting higher and higher, the scorching outside is still intensifying.

  Zhuzhi was furious.

   Are there any rules in this world? Is there still trust?

  What is Hongbai doing?

   A group of psychopaths!

  Suddenly, there was a strange singing and singing outside.

  Old Sharipa suddenly became energetic: "Kali, Kali... Kali, Kali... This is the sacrificial ceremony of the old gods."

"They enshrine [Avatar of Extinction]. I have heard people say this kind of prayer, offering a living sacrifice to the ancient and powerful **** of destruction, repeating his name and mantra, and unfolding the whole ceremony, you can get him gift of..."

  Zhuzhi interrupted him: "Say the key point!"

   "Oh. They built this black altar, held a sacrifice ceremony to revive the monsters in the dark, and then let them eat us, and then gave these monsters to the gods to vent their righteous wrath."

  Zhuzhi felt a chill in his heart.

   Isn't this **** nonsense? For justice, must the victim be brought out?

   "Is there a way?"

   "Yes, just go out."

Just when Zhu Zhi wanted to give the old monk two punches, the other said: "Actually, don't worry, this smoke is a kind of spice, and we won't die here. The monsters in the dark wake up completely, and they don't die immediately. They attack us, and they are very irritable when they are disturbed and awakened...so take it easy and rest."

  Murloc Yuliu scratched her head and scratched her head: "Why are you not in a hurry? Tell me how to get out?!"

"wait."

  Sharipa said softly: "When those monsters wake up, I will talk to them. It is said that they like to make people struggle and beg for mercy, so as to obtain a perfect killing experience. I will try to slow down their attacks."

  Everyone looked suspicious.

  Zhuzhi finally calmed down at this time: "Just follow Mr. Sharipa's words, everyone rest first, and we can't mess up ourselves."

  (end of this chapter)

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