Conquer Another World From the Beginning of the Game

third chapter

"Ha ha……"

The sky is bright.

As the sun rose, various insects crawled out of dark corners such as dirt, grass, bark, etc., or gnawed leaves and grass, or hunted each other, or became a good meal for birds.

Yang Qiu, who hung like a dead corpse on the branches of the big tree, amidst the calls of insects and birds one after another... was panting.

The beige shirt and vest of the same color made of magical materials are still clean and refreshing, but Yang Qiu’s skin can’t be enchanted with self-cleansing, so... on his forehead, face, and neck, at this moment, the spots are mottled and bloodstained. .

The contest with the tentacles of the ancient **** lasted all night, and Yang Qiu at least shed 500CC of blood...

Had it not been for his body to be fed back by the powerful mental power, the bleeding would not stop at this point.

Fortunately, his suffering was not in vain.

Grasping the branch, carefully holding the trunk and sliding to the ground, Yang Qiu endured a headache and snapped his fingers on the empty ground.

A rift in time and space, one by one, opened silently in the open space.

On the side of the time and space rift, there was a familiar breath floating around.

It is the breath of the earth.

Although I don’t know how this ancient god's tentacles could so lucky to catch the space-time cracks that happened to be randomly on the plane of the earth, and anchored him to the earth through the cracks, but at this moment this ancient god's tentacles have been absorbed by him. , Then he himself can act as an anchor point, anchoring the earth and this material plane.

Yang Qiu didn't rush through the crack.

He stared at this time and space rift that "inherited" the tentacles of the ancient gods, and fell into contemplation...

Using massive information to hedge away the spiritual pollution of the ancient god's tentacles, and in turn assimilating the ancient god's tentacles for personal use, is only temporarily safe.

He gained the ability of "one tentacles" of the rule system, and was able to use the time and space cracks captured by this tentacles to go home. This is a good thing, but it also means that there is a trace of the ancient **** in his soul. His breath, he, will still be found by the ancient **** of rule!

How long he can live depends on when the ancient **** remembered that there was such a small ant as him.

Even the "tentacles" who don't even think about distinction can almost "assimilate" him. Yang Qiu will never be overly optimistic that he can stand up to the ancient gods...

The feeling of this butcher knife hanging on the top of the head is terrible.

"How to do it……"

Yang Qiu tried his best to think about the solution.

When he was just an ordinary 16-year-old high school student, he struggled to survive in this **** alien world, and now Yang Qiu is even more reluctant to admit his fate.

"There must be a way for the sky to be inexhaustible, but I didn't think of it..."

"—By the way! Anchor!"

Yang Qiu's eyes lit up.

The caster's method to combat mental pollution is to desperately "cultivate oneself."

Ascetic monks travel and measure the earth with their feet, all for the purpose of tempering their spiritual will and cultivating themselves as their "anchor."

Yang Qiu's advantage over the indigenous magicians is that he has sixteen years of experience living on the information-explosive earth, and the whispers mixed in the magic are not so easy to get him lost.

Whether it’s the tentacles of the ancient gods or the gaze of the ancient gods, in the final analysis it is nothing more than a larger and more complex amount of information and a more powerful spiritual pollution.

His own spirit can't stand up as his own anchor point. Wouldn't it be enough to anchor more anchor points?

It's definitely not possible in this world where the war of faith is so tragic... But isn't there a whole earth behind him!

Yang Qiu threw his fist vigorously.

The operation will be very difficult, but at least he has a direction!

Yang Qiu, with infinite courage rising in his heart, walked through the rift in time and space with a smile...

"Ok?"

From the crack, he was still in the park, behind which was the bench where he had slept in bed all day.

But... the sky here is dark.

It's not completely silent, but it's absolutely quiet for the city, and you can't even see a few cars on the main road outside the park.

"I stayed there for more than ten hours, and it was only midnight here? The time flow on both sides is different?" Yang Qiu frowned, "Even if I have become an anchor point with a bilateral nature, the space-time rift is opened by me. It is impossible to synchronize the flow of time on both sides... the earth is far away from there."

The problem is not big, do not delay the plan.

Yang Qiu bent down and picked up the plastic lunch box still on the bench, threw it into the trash can, and hurriedly left the park.

Twenty minutes later, he ran back to the Sequoia community where he had lived for 16 years.

What's next... is to take advantage of the silence of the night to search all the old clothes recycling bins in the community...

When it comes to old clothes, in fact, most of them are not old. The modern industrial textiles are overflowing, and it is a rare species to wear a piece of clothing to the old city dwellers.

Filled with the space ring, Yang Qiu randomly found a place to open the space-time rift and returned to the plane of magic.

Find an open space to pour out the old clothes found and sort them one by one, remove the logo, and melt the printing with magic, go through the magic trick and self-cleaning technique, and then fold it back into the space ring.

As a high-level black magician, Yang Qiu naturally has the means for high-level spellcasters, such as bone dragons and skeleton birds that can fly because he has been chased and killed all these years and has no time to get them. The relationship is still not there, and there is no shortage of land mounts.

Using magic power to form a magic array and summon the undead horse, Yang Qiu climbed on the horse's back and galloped towards the edge of the jungle.

At the beginning, he entered the jungle to avoid the town, but he did not expect to bump into the face with a cavalry team of the referee that was pursuing him...

In short, this undeveloped primitive jungle is actually not far from densely populated areas, otherwise he wouldn't be able to survive when he walked through it.

After riding an undead horse for more than an hour and running for more than 30 miles, farmland that has been cultivated by humans appeared on the wild and original ecological land.

Yang Qiu jumped off his horse, put the undead horse back into the demon world, and walked for more than 20 minutes through the farmland to a small village.

"...It doesn't seem to have changed much compared to the previous year."

Standing at the entrance of the village, Yang Qiu showed nostalgia.

He came to this small village three hundred years ago.

The wooden and thatched houses must not have been used for so many years, so all the buildings in the village should have been replaced... But at first glance, there are still small wooden houses everywhere, and they have not changed much from the original.

The skinny figures and unclothed shapes of the villagers entering and leaving the village are no different from those of the past.

Yang Qiu ignored the curious eyes of the villagers and walked straight to the largest house in the village.

In the villages of this world, there is no such thing as a freedman. As long as they rely on the mud legs that are eaten from the ground, they must rely on the nose of the "housekeeper" who manages the countryside.

That's right, the land in this world belongs to the nobles regardless of whether it can be cultivated or not. Even in the wilderness on the roadside, the farmer who opens up the wasteland still has to pay taxes and service to the owner of the land.

But the steward assigned by the nobles to each village to manage the land and farmers is essentially the master of each village... Father and son succeeded in managing the land wealth for the nobles from generation to generation until they failed in a certain internal struggle and were replaced. .

When Yang Qiu, who was in a panic and Liushen Wuzhu, came to this village, the housekeeper who managed the village was named Buff. After three hundred years, he revisited the old place. Yang Qiu deliberately glanced at the famous sign hanging next to the gate of the yard... well, it’s still Pakistan. husband.

It seems that their family is living very well, and it has been able to stand up for so many generations in the past.

The little gatekeeper in the yard ran over, glanced at the caster costume on Yang Qiu, and quickly and respectfully took off his worn straw hat: "Good day, sir, what can I do for you?"

Yang Qiu glanced at the small concierge, then took out a small thing and threw it to him: "Tell the Buff Butler that a spellcaster is visiting."

The little concierge hurriedly picked up the items offered by the guests.

Looking down, the little concierge’s eyes widened, and his breathing became heavier...

"Okay sir, please wait a moment!" The little concierge happily hugged and rewarded, bowed deeply, then spread his legs and ran towards the big house.

What Yang Qiu threw to the little concierge was a children's cowboy hat, which he picked up when looking through old clothes.

After decades of fleeing, he was really afraid of being poor. As long as he saw something that could still be used, he couldn't help but stuff it into the space ring.

At this moment, the little thing that he picked up has done his work. The little concierge ran out after entering the big house very soon, beckoning to Yang Qiu very actively: "Sir, please come here!"

About half an hour later, Yang Qiu bid farewell to the small concierge who went out enthusiastically, and walked out of the Buff Butler's yard with his head straight up.

The "refurbished" modern industrial textiles were exchanged for four gold coins.

The productivity of this world does not mean that it is so backward that there is no even a systematic textile industry. The Kenyan empire, which lived for a few years before Yang Qiu flees, was full of textile factories opened by emerging nobles.

But whether there is a system of textile industry and whether the people of the world lack clothing and clothing are two different things...Technology monopoly, backward road construction and logistics, let alone ordinary residents of landlocked countries, ordinary rural aristocrats want to be decent. The dress also has to save half a year's worth of money.

The chicken thieves don’t know how many Buff Butlers repeatedly lowered the price, and after the transaction was negotiated, they gave him the gold coins made by the nobles with the worst color and the lightest weight, but it didn’t matter... it was gold anyway.

Out of the village, avoiding the sight of the villagers, Yang Qiu "opened the door" again and returned to the earth.

It's already afternoon on the plane of magic, and the sky is just bright on this side of the earth.

Yang Qiu went straight to the fruit and vegetable wholesale market.

The fruit and vegetable wholesale market can be regarded as the earliest trading place to open its doors. Of course, Yang Qiu's purpose is not the market itself, but the small privately-run gold shops around the market.

Knock on the door of the shop, and took out the noble's private gold coin in the cannibal gaze of the shop owner.

After some bargaining, the four gold coins were exchanged for more than 8,000 yuan... and the shopkeeper slaughtered him severely.

Still, it didn't matter, Yang Qiu's purpose was not to be a terrible man, he just needed a sum of money for activities.

With money, even a small amount of money is easier to do than without a penny. In the eyes of the boss's bizarre and seemingly marginal figure, he asked for cash to be delivered. He took the money out of the gold shop, and went to him familiarly. Internet cafes frequently visited before crossing.

That’s right, he doesn’t have an ID card now. Even if he does, with his current look, he takes out the ID card of the 16-year-old Yang Qiu. The owner of the Internet cafe is estimated to call the police right away... But that doesn’t mean that you can’t access the Internet without an ID card. .

Openly entered the Internet cafe, scanned around, found a corner dedicated to the Internet cafe god, walked over, found the Internet cafe **** who smelled the most, and awakened.

The same unshaven, Internet cafe **** who has a much smoother face than Yang Qiu opened his eyes in a daze.

"Brother, I forgot to bring my ID card, and I am eager to do something online. Can you set up a machine for me?" Yang Qiu handed out a red grandpa with a kind face.

The sleepy Internet cafe's great **** woke up in an instant.

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