Meng Busan lowered his head and fiddled with it for a while, and said with a smile: "No, there is no negative sign on this. Oh, it would be great if my skills could move my hands and feet on this kind of thing."

Lu Xiaomeng covered her forehead and said with a headache: "This is good, otherwise you will get deeper with the beams of the City of Gods."

Meng Busan: "Look at what you said, it's like if I don't grab him points, he can let me go."

He hugged his arms, tilted his head, stared at the man on the poster for a while, and laughed "puffy".

"Do you claim to be a god? I don't know why, but I feel very upset when I see this person."

Tang Ci looked at the man with a merciful smile, "This is the fourth-ranked God Reincarnation? I don't know why... I also vaguely feel that he is a little familiar with him."

Lu Xiaomeng: "The gods are... Bai Yong, right?"

"But, will there really be a trialist who will give him points?"

Meng Busan: "Of course there will be, there should be quite a few."

He hugged his arms and said softly: "Before coming to this world, everyone was just ordinary people. After experiencing a cruel trial field, it is difficult to avoid any psychological problems. If you cannot resolve them, or your companions cannot help them, there will be no psychiatrists in this world... They have to pray to God and worship Buddha. Of course, those gods and Buddhas in this world may not be able to control them. At this time, if a big man with a high ranking can be awarded a god, more people should choose to believe him and to express their difficult-to-relieve emotions."

"What's more, even the viral marketing of the City of Gods is not spared even the cute newbie who has just stepped into the sea of ​​golden characters, attracting more and more people who are huddling together for warmth."

Meng Busan sneered, "Who is Bai Yong? None of the top three people responded, but he himself had become a god."

He turned his head and smiled, "I suspect his skills must have something to do with faith and the creation of miracles."

Lu Xiaomeng: "No matter where you go, there is no shortage of people who like to deceive yourself."

Meng Busan "tsk" a moment, "I just want to do something, wait and see. If you have good luck, you might be able to make a fortune..."

He reached out and grabbed his hair, which was fluffy and messy.

He pulled off the rubber band on his right wrist and simply pulled a small, artistic little tuck on the back of his head.

"Let's go and have a look."

He raised his foot and walked on the dirt road.

...

The three of them walked for a while and met many pedestrians on the road, but almost all of them were wearing tangy and black robes, and a few of them were wearing green robes.

The chest of the robe is printed with words such as "The Yellow Character Team of Gods XXX", "The Xuan Character Team of Gods XXX" and "The Earth Character Team of Gods XXX".

Lu Xiaomeng blinked, coughed gently, and signaled to the two of them.

Meng Busan looked back and smiled.

A string on the back of Lu Xiaomeng's head subconsciously tense, and she always felt that this person was about to start looking for trouble again.

"You..." Before she could finish her words, Meng Busan suddenly jumped out and blocked a man in a green robe.

The man lowered his head and rushed to the road in silence. Suddenly, he stood alone in front of him and almost bumped into him.

He said angrily: "I don't have eyes..."

As soon as he looked up, he saw a boy smile apologetically at him.

The man was stunned for a moment, his attitude improved, "What's wrong with you?"

Meng Busan showed a cheerful and sunny smile, "Hello brother, I want to ask, are you from the City of Gods?"

The man nodded.

Meng Busan's eyes lit up, "So amazing! I have met people from the City of Gods in the trial ground before, but they are all people wearing yellow clothes. They say they are the lowest level of the Xuanhuang in the world. Is my brother in green clothes at the ground level? It should be even more powerful, right?"

The man's eyebrows and eyes stretched out, as if he was so refreshed by his words.

"I am from the Dizi Team. Our level is indeed higher and more useful to the Lord of God."

"God Lord?"

The man looked excited, "There are many billboards and turnips here, and the great man printed on it is our God Lord."

Meng Busan smiled slightly.

The man suddenly woke up and seemed to realize that he was too excited and coughed slightly embarrassedly.

"Do you want to join the City of God? Joining the City of God is very simple. You just donate some points and leave your own information and images. It won't take long to contact you and ask you to join a different team, but it will not be so easy for you to be promoted from the Yellow Team to our Dizi Team."

The man proudly held his chest up.

Meng Busan said curiously: "Does everyone have to rise step by step?"

Man: "That's not necessarily the case. If you make a big contribution, you can get a direct promotion."

Meng Busan widened his eyes, "Hey?"

The man couldn't help but say more, "Just like the captain of the Tianzi Team, the number one person around the Lord of God was promoted directly on Monday, because his skills were very useful, he gave many points, and he also gave advice for the Lord of God..."

Meng Busan smacked his lips and couldn't help saying, "Monday... Why do I feel a headache when I hear this name? It's indeed the day that social animals hate the most."

Man: "That's right, and I heard that his skills are very powerful, but I don't know what skills it is."

"Our Tianzi team has one team, Dizi team has three teams, and Xuanzi team has five teams. As for the Huangzi team, I don't know how many of them are."

The man and Meng Busan walked side by side, and the more they talked, the more they talked, the more they talked. After Meng Busan found out all the information, the two had already walked to the center of a huge square.

A marble statue without a face stands in the center of the square. The carved man was wearing a three-piece suit and a white coat outside. He sat in a lazy posture, with one hand facing backwards, as if he was on something, and the other hand clamped a thin lancet with two fingers.

Tang Ci stopped suddenly and stared at the stone statue without blinking.

Lu Xiaomeng said in confusion: "What's wrong with you? What did you see?"

She looked along his sight and landed on the lancet in the man's hand.

She narrowed her eyes, "Why do I think this knife is a bit familiar..."

Tang Ci whispered: "Of course you will feel familiar..."

As he said that, he took out a lancet from his pocket.

The light shone on this lancet, bringing out a cold and cold light.

Lu Xiaomeng was shocked.

She looked at the hand of Tang Ci, and then the hand of the hand of the statue.

"One, model, one, same!"

Tang Ci pursed her lips, "Is it just a knife?"

Lu Xiaomeng looked back and forth again, "Damn, the clothes are... Could it be that you are the one who carved this statue?"

Tang Ci laughed softly, "How is this possible?"

His eyes were deep and gentle toward the statue, "I think the person who carved this statue should be Mr. Su himself, and he was also the one who made me."

Lu Xiaomeng covered her mouth.

She looked at the sculpture again.

She observed carefully and found something special.

The statue seemed to have been cut open alive. There should be something on the place where the statue's arm was placed, but now there is only a bare and flat section left by the cutting.

What was cut off?

Lu Xiaomeng touched her chin and thought seriously.

Suddenly, her shoulder was patted from behind.

Lu Xiaomeng jumped out suddenly, turned around, subconsciously activated her skills, and saw Meng Busan standing behind her with a smiling face.

Meng Busan spread his hands at her, "Don't be surprised."

Lu Xiaomeng: "If you don't scare me, will I be surprised?"

Meng Busan smiled and asked, "What are you looking at?"

Tang Ci came over and told Meng Busan: "This statue belongs to Mr. Su."

Meng Busan: "Oh."

He glanced at it, his eyebrows were curved, "So this is Mr. Su..."

He put his pocket in his pocket, looked silently for a while, then turned to the other two and said, "Be careful, this island is a bit weird."

Lu Xiaomeng came over and said, "What information have you cheated on?"

Meng Busan showed his teeth and smiled slightly, "Look at what you said, what is cheating? This is what people told me on their own initiative. I said no, but he didn't want it. He insisted on saying it, "Oh, I can't do anything about it."

Lu Xiaomeng: "..."

Tang porcelain: "…”

Meng Busan looked solemn and said seriously: "To be honest, when we were walking in the forest just now, we were lucky. Xiao Lu just said that there was something strange in the forest. The time on this island is chaotic. To be precise, this island exists in the cracks of time. If there is a path and a central location, you may fall into the cracks and get lost in time when you walk around the forest."

Lu Xiaomeng: "Ah?"

Meng Busan smiled slightly, "If you are lucky, we may also meet the past and future of this island. Wow, I'm a little excited to think about it."

Lu Xiaomeng said helplessly: "You are probably the only one in this world who will regard such things that are in danger of life as an excitement."

Tang Ci thought about it: "Does meeting the past and the future refer to the sea of ​​golden characters in the past? However, the sea of ​​golden characters in the past did not have the sea of ​​forest at all. It only has the sea Forest. The paradise of the sea Forest was built by Mr. Su's teacher... Ah, did I say something wrong? Why are you looking at me like that?"

Meng Busan stared at Tang Ci, stretched his eyebrows and said with a smile: "Mr. Su's teacher..."

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