"Tsk, you told me not to call me a dead fish! I am a shark, not a dead fish!" Facing Lou Zhuo, although Nasir was dissatisfied, he only dared to complain irritably.
One fish and one zombie are like two children, glaring at each other, but they can only do so quickly.
Yu Mian reached out and waved between the two of them:
"Lou Zhuo will be responsible for guiding everyone in planting farmland. Brother Nasir, you need another person!"
"I'll go." Baby Face volunteered, "I'll go with Ah Qing."
"What about us, Mianmian."
Yu Mian does need their help.
She needs a group of people to act as general guides over the farmland, and then she will select a batch of guides from the people who come to study, and then gradually expand it to the whole city.
Yu Ye and Meng Qi have to go to school on weekdays, and the rest of the people receive their tasks and go off to work.
In addition to inspecting the treatment conditions of the farmland, Yu Mian spent the whole day in the breeding area conducting cross-breeding.
Time passed by, and Yu Mian finally succeeded in harvesting a batch of seeds that could be used for production from the breeding area.
However, she had been busy for a while, and finally realized something was wrong - all the barrage sounds in her mind that belonged to the live broadcast room disappeared.
This realization made Yu Mian's eyelids jump.
She hurriedly washed her hands, returned to the room, and tried to bring up the interface of the live broadcast room backstage in her mind.
The previously lively barrage area was empty, and there were only private messages from Pei Zhi in the background.
Sometimes there is only half an hour between two adjacent private messages, and sometimes it is three, four or five days apart.
As soon as Yu Mian clicked on the private message interface, system messages automatically popped up in the sea of consciousness:
[Warm reminder: The apocalyptic live broadcast room has entered the elimination final stage, and a total of ten bloggers have successfully entered the elimination final stage. In order to ensure the fairness and justice of the subsequent live broadcast room, a series of interactive links such as barrages and rewards have been cancelled.]<
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[Dangers are lurking in the apocalypse, please bloggers to take more precautions, be more careful, carefully identify the people around you, and complete the tasks issued by the system in a timely manner while protecting yourself.]
[Please note that only the blogger who survives to the end and successfully completes the task can become the main god of the sub-god space.]
[I wish you all the best, from all the members of the Doomsday Live Studio.]
The last system message disappeared, and there was no movement in the live broadcast room.
Yu Mian tried to open the private message sent by Pei Zhi:
[Do you really not remember me? I am Pei Zhi. I have been looking for you for a long time. I am very happy that you are still alive. If you see the private message, please reply to me in time.]
[Can you reply to my message? I know you can see it? Are you still angry with me and don’t want to talk to me? Will you only talk to me again after I avenge you? I have been released from prison now
Come out. If you are still alive, I will not be depressed anymore. I will avenge you. Whether it is Fu Hua or the high priest, I will make those who betrayed you pay with their blood.]
The first few private messages left Yu Mian confused.
However, the more she looked behind, the more Yu Mian felt the pain in her head.
There seems to be something in my mind that wants to break out of the ground, but it is suppressed by the huge stone.
The most recent private message was about half a month ago:
[I have contacted your former executive officer. If you wait a little longer, I will find a way to bring you back. I also converted all the money Fu Hua used to bribe me into points and credited them to your account. You
And cherish it.】
Yu Mian clicked on her homepage account again and found that there were many zeros behind her points.
She pressed her heart that was beating violently and counted.
One, ten, hundreds, thousands, ten thousand, one hundred thousand... tens of billions.
Yu Mian subconsciously took a breath of air and rubbed her eyes repeatedly.
She looked at the huge points displayed on her homepage, put her hands behind her head, and lay on the bed, thoughtfully.
This man named Pei Zhi obviously has a close relationship with him.
This time, I should have given her all my belongings as a reward.
But I don’t know who the “Fu Hua” and “High Priest” mentioned in his private message are.
He said they had betrayed her before.
When he said "she is still alive", does that mean that she died once before?
He also said he wanted to take revenge. What kind of revenge? What does it have to do with her previous death?
And what he calls "your executive officer".
What was her previous identity that allowed her to have an executive of her own?
What is the relationship between Pei Zhi and her? Why does he know all about her past?
More importantly, he and she are obviously people from two different dimensions. What happened to make their pasts connected?
Yu Mian couldn't figure it out. There was a big ball of doubts in his mind, like a ball of thread with prickly hair, which remained messy without being cut.
She tried to reply to Pei Zhi:
【Do you know me? Do you know my identity?】
A simple sentence.
Yu Mian held up her heart and sent it over.
A red exclamation mark suddenly appears.
Immediately after, another system message popped up in the live broadcast room:
[Warm reminder, the live broadcast room has entered the elimination final stage, and all interactive links and channels have been cancelled. Please respect the rules of the live broadcast room. If you violate it more than three times, you will be wiped out on the spot.]
Yu Mian's heart trembled, she closed the private message reply interface and exited the live broadcast room.
She lay on her back on the bed, staring blankly at the empty ceiling with only one light bulb hanging, and suddenly regretted not replying to Pei Zhi in time.
Now, all the things she was pursuing had finally come to fruition, but they were easily ruined in her hands.
All questions have become unsolved mysteries, and the live broadcast room seems to have become a time bomb for her.
If she cannot survive to the end, she will be completely wiped out.
If she breaks the rules, she will also be wiped out.
"What, Mianmian, have you finally regretted it? If you want to quit now, it's not impossible, but in this case, you will never become the main god." A clear and soothing voice suddenly came.<
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Yu Mian opened her eyes suddenly.
The room was empty, not a single soul in sight.
Yu Mian knew that the guy was transmitting messages to her through the air again.
She shook her head and replied in the sea of consciousness: "I will not quit."
This is a choice she made by herself. Even if she dies, she will go to the end.
That voice did not appear again, and Yu Mian breathed a sigh of relief, but suddenly there was a loud noise outside:
"Bang!"
Yu Mian subconsciously sat up and Lou Zhuo pushed open the door and walked in, followed by Mo Lin who looked anxious.
Lou Zhuo rushed over in three steps, then bent down and carried her on his shoulders.
Mo Lin pressed the bulge on the window sill, and Yu Mian saw that the living room outside the door had sunk downwards, forming a huge pit.
Mo Lin led Lou Zhuo out:
"Mianmian, hurry up! Go to the dungeon and hide for a while, the federal government is laying siege to the city."