Looking directly at the ancient gods for a whole year

Haha...hehe...

Fu Qian's answer successfully stunned Paqi for a moment, but then he let out a series of obscene laughter.

"You want to say that I asked you to destroy my work, kill my horse's leg, and then sit here and chat with me?"

"Horse leg refers to Gao Ya and the others? I have to say that this name is very interesting."

Fu Qian sighed in admiration, remembering the name of the item he was going to store this time, and pointed around.

"As for your question, you put on such a classic welcome ceremony, wouldn't it be too embarrassing for me not to come?"

"interesting!"

Patch finally looked surprised.

"I have to say, your scavenger is a little different."

Is this an admission?
Hearing what the scavenger said, Fu Qian could basically confirm that his guess was correct.

Is this really a ceremony?

The test on Ming Ju is only an external performance, in essence, it is to put on a good posture to invite you into the urn, and finally reap the san value.

"What's different, I didn't expect it to be a demigod?"

Fu Qian asked while thinking.

"I didn't expect to be such a powerful demigod."

Patch's tone sounded a little sarcasm.

"Oh? Then have you seen any less powerful demigods?"

Fu Qian didn't mind this at all, and even asked questions with a spirit of curiosity.

"I'll give you a suggestion. If you want to make this conversation meaningful, the only way is to show your sincerity, not play tricks."

"Trust me, that won't do you any good."

While Patch was smiling, he actually squatted on the seat, with his hands hanging down to his knees, looking like an old man in the village.

"Let me think."

His warning made Fu Qian think about it for a while.

"Are you trying to tell me that coercion is useless? Can I know something? The credibility of the answer depends entirely on your mood? It seems that you are very confident that I will not cause you substantial harm."

"Why didn't it hurt?"

Patch laughed harder and pointed to the ceiling above his head.

Under the devastation of Fu Qian just now, a big hole full of violent aesthetics was left there.

"It's quite a sad thing for such a good toy to be destroyed in your hands."

"So the current situation is that you have already hurt me. In this case, you want me to answer the question. Don't you need to be more sincere?"

"There are reasons."

Fu Qian nodded seriously.

"How can I be sincere in my question, or should I pinch another horse for you?"

"No need, Ming Ju is just a symbolic collection. After being swallowed by you for so long, the barking of the horse is still going on, isn't it?"

Patch pointed to his head.

"In addition, you don't need to worry too much. It will be soon. When the time comes, I will leave by myself, and I won't delay your work."

"Essentially, there is no irreconcilable contradiction between us."

"you sure?"

Fu Qian was shocked.

"How do I calculate the losses I have suffered?"

"Then I can only express my apologies, and before this game is over, I don't know how many losses you have ahead."

Patch laughed treacherously, but it sounded with an inexplicable sincerity.

"In fact, this is the fun part of toys. Before the dice cup is opened, you will never know what number is underneath. The unknown is the source of all the fun."

"A lot of times, I would think about what kind of dealings with the scavenger might have happened from those numbers."

"Believe me, that's a lot more advanced than a made-up story."

interesting!

In other words, at this moment, Paqi doesn't know how many times he failed in the containment attempt?

Don't even know how many san values ​​​​have been harvested?
Although Patch spoke vaguely, Fu Qian heard something interesting from it.

It sounds like he can only take stock of the harvest once the mission is completely over.

In fact, this is closer to Fu Qian's guess.

The Patch in front of me, even if he is not a god, is probably about the same.

And it is almost certain that he has some understanding of the warehouse, the characteristics of the warehouse, and the rules of the warehouse.

Only in this way can it be exploited in turn.

But even so, the core of the game is actually provided by the warehouse—the ability to reset infinitely until the containment is successful.

As for the power and authority of the warehouse in this area, Fu Qian had confirmed it before, and even some real gods could not be immune.

Patch probably isn't special in this regard either.

So every time the warehouse tries to contain it, there is a high probability that Patch will be reset synchronously.

When he faced himself or his predecessors, he would not retain the memory and cognition from the last time.

Until the san value of the poor seniors reaches zero and they are completely wiped out, or the san value does not return to zero but the employees run away with buckets, and the warehouse is forced to accept the result of a failure as a reality, he can get his loot once and for all. While retaining the last experience.

Of course, even if the warehouse is successful.

If Patch didn't lie, he just threw a toy and ran away. At the same time, the memory of the entire failure process will be retained, and the san value of the harvest is only a little less.

The only unlucky ones are the horse legs.

With a perfect posture of self-deception, they will be pressed to death in the avatars they set up for themselves.

"I have to say, it's really an interesting game!"

Fu Qian has always sought truth from facts, and he did not hesitate to praise the delicate structure of this game.

"Hey hey... I have already seen that you are different."

Patch's tone even had the feeling of meeting a bosom friend.

"Things like justice and morality are meaningless to you. In essence, you and I are more like a person."

"Thank you, so the manufacturing process of this toy should be instructed by you to the horse legs?"

While Fu Qian is open-minded, he is sensitive and eager to learn.

"For 48 hours a year, if you play a perfect test, there may be a special murderous intention. If you succeed, you will get a lot of feedback, and if you fail, you will die?"

"I have to say, this reminds me of some kind of concept like crossing the catastrophe."

"Du Jie, this statement is quite interesting, hehe..."

Patch continued with a smirk.

"Among these four horse legs, Gao Ya should be the first—"

Fu Qian's next question was suddenly interrupted by a voice.

It's not Patch, it's similar to the chirping of crickets, and it can be heard that it is completely made of mechanical structures.

The next moment, Fu Qian reached out and took a golden watch from his chest.

That's what he hung on it just now.

And at this very moment, the cricket's chirping was coming from inside.

It was the alarm clock of the watch.

Seven fifty.

Fu Qianqian looked at the time above and didn't speak for a while.

The alarm clock was set by himself, he was very sure of it.

The question is, why should I set such an alarm clock?
Finally back, this article will end tomorrow, I will try to update as early as possible.