Chapter 32 I believe it completely (add more for the recommendation ticket)

As a realm master who is only hovering at the second level of Qi training, Ke Xiaoliang can't come up with really generous rewards to lure those Mozong monks who have no profit and can't afford it early. In order to maintain the perfection and healthy development of the leek field, it is impossible Always use death and destruction to coerce them in a short distance and directly. If this continues for a long time, there will only be two results.

   Either directly quit permanently and never try again, or be directly killed by Ke Xiaoliang in the gourd world, the soul is destroyed, and the body becomes a living dead.

  Either become numb and turn a blind eye to the dangers that occur inside the Huzhong...or even outside the boundary.

  Fear has an upper limit and threshold, but greed does not.

  So, Ke Xiaoliang took a different approach, using some knowledge and concepts he knew to create such a very special Huzhong worldview.

  The nuclear bomb formula and the ruins of the gods are the two main lines in this world view.

  The former is true and the latter is false. Of course...it's not fixed.

  Because as Ke Xiaoliang's magic value increases, the world will continue to 'grow' along with it. It is not easy to draw a conclusion as to whether a truly extraordinary...or even a myth can be derived from the world.

  But even at this moment, the truth that seems to be visible... It is still out of reach.

  Nuclear bombs are destructive weapons that can only be derived after the industrial level and the knowledge of mathematics, physics, and chemistry have been pushed to a higher level.

  No corresponding equipment, no necessary materials and elements.

   Relying on only a part of the incomplete formula, wanting to reproduce it is not to say completely impossible, but it is also hard to compare.

  Ke Xiaoliang split the incomplete formula into many parts, which will be gradually unfolded along with this "different world" created by himself, and unlocked for entrants.

  Now, however, the so-called 'different world' is actually just that big of a place.

  The world is full, only some mysterious ruins, some real radiation permeating the air, and some little monsters piled up with flesh and blood without wisdom.

  The only 'living person' is also the guide NPC of the 'players', played by Ke Xiaoliang himself.

   How to use small investment and low cost to create the atmosphere of a big production depends on Ke Xiaoliang's operation.

  At this moment, Song Qingwen finally got his emotions together.

  He really believed it, he came to a brand new... different world completely different from the past.

  A world that has been destroyed by both mortals and gods and is about to enter complete death.

  Perhaps, if it were a true compassionate orthodox monk, he would feel sorry for what happened to the living beings in this world at this moment.

   As the elder of the Mozong, Song Qingwen only knew that he had really hit the big luck.

  In just a moment, he had already thought of dozens of functions of this world to him.

   "Alright kid! Get a good night's sleep, and when the sun rises tomorrow, I'll take you to find your family..." Red-haired Tom said.

   After finishing speaking, Red-haired Tom turned a corner, and his figure was buried in the dark corridor.

   There was a strange murmur vaguely in the aisle: "How could there be a child? It's really... hell!"

  Song Qingwen certainly didn't feel sleepy at all.

  He looked at the CDs piled up on the table and in the corner, and then learned how Red-haired Tom had done before, manipulating those magical instruments.

  Now he already knows that this is not imprisoning someone or anything in a magic weapon.

   Instead, the weird machine in front of me replayed some of the recorded images.

   "This is a bit like a photo stone..."

  Song Qingwen quickly learned how to use the TV. By watching different CDs, he quickly learned and understood the knowledge of this different world.

  The more he understood, the more shocked he was.

  The last bit of doubt in my heart about whether I was in a different world was also dissipated.

   If not really came to a whole new world.

  How can there be contradictions and differences in all aspects?

  Would it be so unusual in terms of culture and general knowledge?

   The night was long and fast.

  When the hands of the wall clock on the wall came to the position of eight o'clock in the morning.

  Red-haired Tom came out from the depths of the corridor holding a cup of milky white soup with a pungent smell.

  He first appeased the hungry black-backed dog Jim, and fed Jim water and some dry food.

   Then he walked up to Song Qingwen with the thick soup.

"Eat it! Son! Stewed mushrooms in milk is the best food here. Although the milk may have been expired for many years, the mushrooms are fresh and I cultivated them myself. You can eat them with confidence and there will be no problem." Hong Tom Mao said.

  Song Qingwen took this cup of milky-white, viscous and pungent...weird liquid.

  Even with his state of mind and realm, it is difficult to put it into his mouth without changing his face.

   can only say: "I'm not hungry, Mr. Tom. Can you take me up there to see? I want to find my way home."

  Through studying all night, Song Qingwen has mastered some communication methods in this world.

  He even learned a little bit of those weird alien characters through self-study.

  At this time, even without a 'translation', he can communicate with Tom completely.

  Tom touched his bushy beard, then hesitated for a moment, nodded and said, "Okay! Wait a moment."

   As he spoke, he turned back to the depths of the corridor.

   Not long after, he came out fully armed.

   "Gun!? And grenades?" Song Qingwen immediately saw the new equipment on Tom.

   "Does he have a weapon here? Or is it a weapon unique to this world... even ordinary people can use it, and its power is comparable to a monk's magic weapon?" Song Qingwen immediately cheered up.

   "Can you give me a gun? Mr. Tom, it's dangerous outside, and I need to protect myself." Song Qingwen immediately put forward his own ideas.

  Tom shook his head and said: "That's impossible, this is your Uncle Tom's baby, as long as you follow Uncle Tom closely, there will be no danger during the day."

   As they spoke, the two still climbed up the stairs hanging on the wall.

  Drilled out of the ground like a groundhog.

  The sky above the head seemed to be still shrouded in lingering clouds.

   But it can still be seen that it is daytime.

  The light will be much brighter.

"Be careful under your feet, above your head, anywhere around you. Because they may hide danger, most of those monsters will not come out in the daytime, but it is not necessarily true. Don't let us meet day walkers." Tom muttered Said.

   "What is a Sunwalker?" Song Qingwen asked.

Tom responded: "Monsters that can appear and move during the day. Their strength has already broken through the last goodwill that God left for this world. Unless the sun pierces the dark clouds and falls directly on them, they are not afraid of the day and will still be able to see them." Out wandering. They're dangerous... you'd better pray... forget it, you'd better believe that you won't encounter them."

   "Okay! SpongeBob SquarePants! We should hurry up, move your legs, don't stay at the door for too long, and expose the location of the shelter."

   The addition is complete!

  

  

  (end of this chapter)