Although Zhang Zicheng has already explored the nearby rooms through Xiaowu's eyes, he still feels incredible.
In the interstitial space, not every room has its original size. Their size is uncertain, their shape is uncertain, and the material of the building is also uncertain.
Sometimes a room is so small that you can only crawl forward, and sometimes the room is so big that it looks like a square, and you can see the entrances and windows of countless other rooms, as if you are standing at the bottom of a tall building - but in fact you are still in a large closed room.
Among them.
After Zhang Zicheng went upstairs along a spiral staircase, he discovered that the room above was actually a swimming pool with a children's slide.
The most important thing is that the swimming pool has no edge seal, and the water should flow along the edge of the room, but Zhang Zicheng did not see any water stains downstairs. He also stared at the water flowing out of the room, helplessly.
Watch them disappear in mid-air.
Seeing this scene, Zhang Zicheng narrowed his eyes slightly and realized that the space between them was even more special than he imagined.
Referring again to the description of the empty ring, perhaps each room here seems to be connected by steps or tunnels, but their status in time and space may exist independently.
Shaking his head, this was beyond Zhang Zicheng's cognitive scope. Looking at the phenomenon, he could only see the surface, and there was no need to delve into it for the time being.
Zhang Zicheng then walked through the room at the edge of the swimming pool, entered the tunnel in the middle of the flat wall, and left the room.
In the next room, which looked like a large flat-floor office building without any decoration, Zhang Zicheng did not move forward.
He walked slowly among the symmetrical load-bearing columns in this room and said, "I have some questions I want to ask you."
Then, the ears that had been strengthened by psychic energy immediately heard the sudden rapid breathing behind the last load-bearing pillar on the right front.
What Zhang Zicheng spoke was naturally a language that had been translated by the system. The feeling of speaking this language made Zhang Zicheng a little strange.
On the one hand, it is somewhat similar to clinging language, and on the other hand, every time a syllable is spoken, one's own psychic energy will have some subtle amplitude.
This amplitude is not violent, just like someone playing the guitar next to a glass of water, and the sound is transmitted as ripples on the water.
The curly-haired man felt that he could not escape, so he no longer hid. Panting from exhaustion, he walked out from behind the pillar holding the load-bearing pillar.
His head was covered with sweat from strenuous exercise, and his face was full of exhaustion as he said: "You... you are the master of that crow? How did you know that I am here?"
After saying that, the curly-haired man suddenly heard a clicking sound coming from behind him. He looked back in surprise and saw that the crow with devil eyes was jumping leisurely on the ground, its claws and the floor making noises.
The crisp voice, and then a flap of wings, returned to Zhang Zicheng's shoulders.
It goes without saying that the crow has been following me secretly.
The curly-haired man sighed helplessly and sat on the ground dejectedly.
But at this moment, he finally noticed Zhang Zicheng's tattered clothes, and his eyes lit up: "Huh? Can you come in with clothes on?"
Zhang Zicheng raised his eyebrows when he heard this. He remembered Kong Huan said that the reason why dead objects cannot pass through is the space-time pocket technology, which is also the design flaw of Pan people themselves.
But depending on what this man meant, wouldn’t the other person be able to wear a dead object even if he entered the cracked space?
The curly-haired man didn't care what Zhang Zicheng was thinking. He originally wanted to stand up, but after no longer running away, he almost lost all his strength. He changed from sitting to crawling forward, and finally even lay on the ground and gasped weakly. "Um... do you have any food? In any case, no matter what you want to know, I am starving. Before answering your question, at least don't let the person being asked starve to death?"
Zhang Zicheng thought for a while, pulled a strip of cloth from the damaged clothes, wrapped it around the other party's waist, and returned to the original room as if carrying goods.
"Wait... please be gentle, it hurts so much! I'm going to be cut in half..."
The curly-haired man screamed, but he had no choice. Zhang Zicheng did not want to hug a naked man.
After returning to the original room, Zhang Zicheng was stunned.
Because except for the blood left by the curly-haired man, there is nothing here.
The empty ring is gone...it's a small thing.
Zhang Zicheng directed Xiaowu to explore around the room, but Xiaowu never disappeared.
The space-time pocket is also missing.
Zhang Zicheng frowned slightly.
This is a bit troublesome... Could it be that I am going to be trapped in a place like this?
At this moment, Zhang Zicheng's sensitive ears allowed Zhang Zicheng to hear the movement from another room.
He took a closer look and found that Kong Huan was in the next room, collecting all the leftovers she left behind when she lived here last week.
Bones are the most numerous, with some animal bones and fish bones, followed by carbon, which is obviously what remains after the wood has been burned.
"What are you doing?" Zhang Zicheng asked.
Kong Huan was startled. When he saw it was Zhang Zicheng, he breathed a sigh of relief and said casually: "I am collecting plant ash! The original room is now full of blood. I want to try using plant ash and water to clean it." Zhang Zicheng raised his eyebrows and said strangely: "Where is the space-time pocket? You can actually move it. Since you can move it, why do you have to clean it up? Why not just change the room?"
Kong Huan suddenly showed a look of "Don't you understand?", raised his hand, shook his finger and said: "That's different. Although there are many rooms, when you open the pocket, there is only one room of the earth. It is very precious.
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After finishing speaking, she shrugged and said as if it was a matter of course: "Besides, the space-time pocket can be moved, otherwise why would it be called a pocket? Instead of simply calling it a space-time gate?"
Makes sense.
It turns out that the main meaning of pocket is portability.
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"Don't blame me for hiding it... Didn't you still trust me before and take ten tubes of my blood for testing? I also have to keep some trump cards, otherwise I will just shed tears if someone eats me up.
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Kong Huan said, touched the bag on his head, and made a "hiss--" sound of sucking air, and said angrily: "You are so ruthless! Didn't I just make you worry? You have done it several times before.
Threatening my life, I didn’t say anything.”
Zhang Zicheng shook his head and sighed: "No wonder I haven't looked at you to worry about compatriots chasing after you. It turns out that when the time and space pocket is opened in each room, it leads to a different world, and you have moved your position long ago..." p>
There was a trace of loneliness in Kong Huan's eyes: "Yes... but most rooms are just ordinary vacuums when opened. The universe is really empty, and it is incredibly lucky to be able to open the door to a planet that is suitable for human survival.
."
In front of the two of them, the curly-haired man was wearing Zhang Zicheng's original spare clothes, holding a steamed bun and crazily stuffing it into his mouth.
"Cough cough cough!!"
He choked without any surprise, but Zhang Zicheng was very straightforward and pushed his abdomen with a palm, knocking his feet off the ground and hitting the wall with a bang.
The steamed bun in his mouth was pushed out by the compressed air in his lungs, and his soul seemed to be spit out. He collapsed on the ground and rolled his eyes. It seemed that he was not being choked to death, but was about to be beaten to death by Zhang Zicheng. "Aren't you? I didn't use much strength?"
Zhang Zicheng didn't even use his psychic powers, just his physical qualities. Unexpectedly, the opponent's weight was lighter than expected.
"I...I feel like I just saw the Holy Light."
After a while, the curly-haired man regained his composure. Now he was drinking water and eating steamed buns, chewing them slowly, so he was not in such a hurry to eat.
After enjoying the starchy and sweet white flour steamed buns, the curly-haired man let out a long sigh of relief, lay down on the ground, and sighed softly: "Ah, it turns out that having a full meal is such a happy thing."
Before Zhang Zicheng could ask any questions, he got up from the ground, put his left hand on his chest, lifted his right hand, left foot backward, right foot forward, bowed his upper body slightly, and made what seemed to be a standard etiquette.
Introducing himself: "My lord, Argonson Rego, son of Argon and lord of the Shira River, salutes you."
Zhang Zicheng wrote lightly: "You can call me Si Chen."
In this way, the self-introduction session ended directly, and Zhang Zicheng asked straight to the point: "Was what you used before magic?"
"Magic? What is that?"
Rego didn't know why. He shook his head and said: "What I use is miracle. Through the memory of the gods' stories, the art of manifesting legendary scenes echoes in the world."
It's not magic? To be honest, Zhang Zicheng saw the way the other party cast spells before. It was exactly the same as the spell casting in the game. He thought it was a world that had interacted with the earth.
But it seems that it may just be a coincidence in the way it is presented.
Zhang Zicheng narrowed his eyes slightly and said straightforwardly: "Teach me how to use it."
Rego blinked: "Teach...teach you? But you don't believe in our gods, I'm afraid you can't embody the legend into reality."
"It doesn't matter, I'm just curious about the principle." Zhang Zicheng said calmly.
Although he was originally just a painter, now, the more he learns through study, the more curious he becomes about unfamiliar knowledge systems.
Although logically speaking, Zhang Zicheng is at the level of a layman whether he is facing the knowledge of the earth, the Milky Way Empire, or the knowledge of the Pan people. But this kind of route that does not require memorization and relies entirely on practice, he
I like it very much, even a little addicted.
As a craftsman at present, Zhang Zicheng does not need to understand the most cutting-edge knowledge in these civilizations. Sometimes he just follows other people's plans and reproduces them in reality. If there is no problem, he will not learn anything. But as long as it appears
When he found the problem, he checked step by step which physical laws were incompatible, or there was an error in his design. This was the process that improved his cognition the most.
Generally speaking, this kind of learning process cannot be replicated by others, because other people's actual operation process is stuck, that is, it is really stuck, and it may take countless hours of study to solve this problem. But Zhang Zicheng doesn't need to... because he still has
System.
Although the system is still in the step-by-step learning stage of real-life physics, it is more than enough to at least guide Zhang Zicheng on the problems he encountered.
However... this method of learning finally encountered difficulties after facing the 'magic' behind Rego.
Lei Ge's so-called manifestation technique is really not complicated to teach. In fact, it is to vividly tell Zhang Zicheng the legends he has memorized, including the psychology of the characters and descriptions of the scenery. In the other person's mouth, they are all the same.
Content that cannot be simplified.
Only after reciting it thoroughly and being able to keep all the details of a legend in mind at all times can you have the basis for casting spells... Then it depends on your inner recognition of the story, your own beliefs, and what you want to fulfill.
Leading phrase for the plot.
Logically speaking, this is much simpler than the more complex physics and mechanical engineering that Zhang Zicheng studied in the past.
For Zhang Zicheng, the first step is not difficult, because the simple recitation and the brain strengthened by spiritual energy, even if it is not a photographic memory, can be remembered after listening to it two or three times.
The problem is... identification with the story.
Zhang Zicheng can't even figure out what the so-called identification means? Who can develop a sense of identification with such a messy story?
For example, the revenge lightning used by Rego before, the protagonist of the story is the right angel of the God of Vengeance, but he was still a mortal at that time.
The mortal name of the right angel is Jia Ran. If all psychological descriptions are excluded, the overall plot is: Jia Ran's father felt that Jia Ran was a hopeless and lawless playboy, so he sent guards to take him to the countryside, but kept it secret
He learned about his life experience and asked him to work like a farmer so that he could understand the hard work of ordinary people.
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However, Jiaran suffered inhumane torture in this countryside - the specific process was that they did not believe that he was the son of a duke, did not give him free food, and made him go to the fields to do farm work and collect cow dung.
During this process, he wrote about his inner humiliation in detail. He only used two sentences for the work, but almost three thousand words for his inner pain.
At the same time, he fell in love with the village chief's daughter, confessed to her but was insulted - the specific process is, although you are a village girl, you have freckles on your face, and your body is not perfect, you are already the best here.
Girl, I hope you will serve me, save me, alleviate my pain, and become my helper and savior. When I return to the Duke's Palace, I will definitely let you be my personal maid.
In the end, as the weather cooled down, Jia Ran sold the firewood he chopped early for money, and without enough storage, he lost his footing and fell into the water while braving the cold wind and heavy snow to chop firewood, and died miserably in the cold river.
The anger and hatred in his heart attracted the attention of the God of Vengeance, who then gained unspeakable divine power and used the thunder of revenge to kill everyone who had 'insulted' him.
Zhang Zicheng felt very immersed when he heard Lei Ge's narration, as if a great revenge had been avenged, and his face was full of comfort, which made everyone feel numb.
What the hell kind of thing can be put into this kind of story?
Besides, from beginning to end, it was almost all done by Jia Ran himself, right? He was clearly paying attention the whole time, and it seemed that except for the ridicule of the surrounding villagers when Jia Ran claimed to be the son of the Duke, he didn’t hear any real plot of persecution, right?
Can this crap thing also be used as a legendary story about Revenge Thunder?
To be honest, Zhang Zicheng thought it was some kind of plot about the return of the Dragon King at first... I never thought, that's it?
Zhang Zicheng looked at Lei Ge's happy face and lowered his head to think for a moment.
Then he whispered: "Rego, our earth has a similar story, see if it works..."
"There once was a son-in-law who was humiliated at home..."