At the current time, it is too late in the evening and too early in the morning. There are no shops open at all.
If it's an urban area, there may be 24-hour convenience stores or something like that, but in the suburbs, the food delivery software is full of words like 'accepting reservations, delivering from 7 o'clock'.
Having no choice, Zhang Zicheng got up and went to order a bowl of noodles by himself.
Boil the noodles and cook two vegetable leaves over high heat.
Chop two pieces of garlic and put it in a bowl. Pour in light soy sauce, oyster sauce, pepper, vinegar, and sesame oil. Add a spoonful of hot noodle soup and stir it together. Finally, take out the noodles and eat them.
It’s no slower than cooking a pack of instant noodles, and it’s also cheaper. It’s a pity that I don’t have eggs at home, otherwise I could crack a poached egg and add some protein.
Holding the bowl and sitting back at the computer desk, Zhang Zicheng picked up the noodles with his chopsticks and took a big sip. Zhang Zicheng felt happy and funny at the same time.
I obviously got a golden finger, but the first meal was boiled noodles.
But I don’t know whether it’s because I’m in a good mood or I’ve been hungry for too long, but this noodle tastes a bit more delicious than usual.
Just say goodbye to the past.
The days of saving a few pennies on every meal will soon be gone.
Zhang Zicheng finished his meal and put down his bowls and chopsticks. The white blood cells on the screen had also eaten up the germs.
Looking at the strange cells on the screen, to be honest, Zhang Zicheng was a little lucky.
Fortunately, I have no way to subjectively control the super white blood cells for the time being. They are still operating according to the working status of normal white blood cells under the subconscious control of the human body.
That’s fine, anyway, the duty of white blood cells themselves is to act as the body’s immune system. The body is the village where it was born and raised. If it doesn’t recognize the neighbors or unfamiliar germs, it must be cleaner than its own host.
Maybe it’s a good thing that you can’t control it accurately for the time being? Don’t mess around with the human body.
Wiping his mouth, Zhang Zicheng suddenly asked: "System, when you first started, didn't you say there were two low-dimensional beings with life? Show me the other one too."
His tone was very pleasant. When he made this request to the system, he was just too excited to sleep and wanted to continue playing games.
But after thinking about it, he added: "By the way, if that low-dimensional person has any magical ability that is different from the high-dimensional one, show it to me first."
The system was extremely obedient to the host's request and immediately said: [Yes, the request has been confirmed, the screen is being retrieved, please wait...]
At this time, Zhang Zicheng felt a little thirsty, so he picked up the bowl and took a sip of the sour and salty noodle soup. When he raised his head again, the content on the display screen had changed.
In the center of the screen, a person appeared.
He was wearing a yellow monk's robe, which was not very clean and somewhat tattered.
He wears a crown, but his black hair mixed with white silk has not been taken care of for a long time and looks messy.
His rough palms held a long nine-section staff in one hand and a bowl of water in the other.
Such a figure, standing among the crowd, is naturally extremely conspicuous and eye-catching, and can be said to stand out from the crowd.
Because compared with others, most of the people around them are leaning against wooden or stone walls, sitting or lying down, with thin faces and thin air.
Most of them were wearing burlap clothes, but some of them didn't even have tattered linen clothes full of patches. They were just naked, revealing only bones and no flesh.
Some people are lying on their sides and curled up into a ball, with their heads drooped on the ground, their mouths slightly open, their bloodless lips like shriveled tree bark, and their eyes drooping naturally, with almost no moisture.
There was another person behind him, back to back with him, and each vertebra on his back was stained with the soil on the ground. It didn't look like a person anymore, but more like garbage that had been casually discarded on the roadside.
Zhang Zicheng was stunned.
In the last evil god world, among all the people who appeared, only the last Moon God looked like a human being, and all other life forms looked strange.
Even Simmons, who was the first to interact with Zhang Zicheng, looked terrifying. He could be the final boss on a horror set without makeup.
But no matter it was the mutated Simmons, or the later Moon God, Gluttony, Sionlis, or Zhang Zicheng from beginning to end, there was no trace of fear in their hearts, and they only felt nauseated occasionally.
In addition to subconsciously understanding that they cannot harm themselves, what is more important is that their images are far from human beings, more like special effects monsters that have been seen in movies.
But seeing such a skinny "person" with his own eyes, as if he was wrapped in a layer of skin on a skeleton, Zhang Zicheng felt as uncomfortable as seeing a real corpse with his own eyes.
"They're dead."
In the picture, the only man with a long beard standing looked down at the two people huddled in a ball on the ground and said.
In the calm words, there is common sadness.
Immediately, Taoist Huangpao looked away and walked towards the still living person.
And the two corpses were lying quietly on the ground, blowing in the wind.
After a while, he was dragged away silently.
The person a Taoist approaches should at least be covered by a piece of clothing.
The other person was sitting against the earth wall, with his head drooping. If it weren't for the slight rise and fall of his chest, people would almost think that this was also a corpse.
The yellow-robed Taoist raised his hand and handed the nine-section battle in his hand to his companion behind him, and then pulled out a yellow talisman paper from his arms.
He was muttering a spell in a low voice, and Zhang Zicheng saw with his own eyes that the talisman paper in his hand ignited without fire and turned into a ball of ashes and fell into the bowl in his hand.
"Is this... a spell? Or a magic trick?"
It seems that the location of the system projection is correct. Although the people here look miserable, like famine or plague. But this world should also be a world with supernatural powers.
With the experience of the previous world, Zhang Zicheng has decided to communicate with this person first and inquire about the world view.
While thinking, the content in the picture continued. The Taoist handed the bowl containing the talisman water to the person in front of him and said softly: "Drink it quickly. Your illness will be cured after drinking it."
The patient raised his head slightly for no apparent reason, but he was so exhausted that he finally drank the talisman water with the help of the Taoist priest.
I don’t know if it’s because of the intake of water, or if the Talisman water is really useful.
This man seemed to be visibly more energetic, and he could even raise his hands to bow, and weakly said: "Thank you... thank you... may I ask, what is your name?"
"How can you talk about honoring a name when you are a nobody? You are Zhang Jiao."
"What the hell?"
Zhang Zicheng, who was still thinking about how to open his words while waiting for his words, achieved his goal almost instantly after hearing this.
No need to ask, the Taoist priest in yellow robe heals diseases and saves people, and calls himself Zhang Jiao.
Where else could this be if it wasn't the Three Kingdoms?
It’s okay to open low-dimensional to the Three Kingdoms!