Becoming the richest man in the universe begins with cultivating immortals

Chapter 132 132: Deeply speechless

A few outsiders came to the village chief's house, and many people gathered around after hearing about it.

At this moment, several people felt that they were like monkeys in the zoo, where people were busy watching with novelty faces.

There were circles of people standing around the big banyan tree, and the six people sitting under the big banyan tree were very helpless.

Song Nancheng had probably gotten used to this scene a long time ago, he waved warmly, "Don't stand there, come sit down and chat with us."

So the melon-eating crowd who came to watch took out the small benches, sat down in a clatter, and took out the melon seeds too much and knocked them.

Song Nancheng asked, "Do you rarely come here from outsiders?"

The people eating melons chirped and replied, "No, the people who come and go in the vicinity are all people from ten miles and eight villages. You have never seen strange outsiders like you before."

"How old are you all?"

"I'm 150 years old, six generations live under one roof, so beautiful."

"Do you usually go to school? Do you understand high math?"

"Go to school, but I haven't heard of the thing you mentioned. I'm a good abacus."

"Haven't you ever wondered why the stars in the sky are bright?"

Now the melon-eating crowd looked at them again, and turned into the eyes of fools.

"The stars in the sky are bright, why are they bright?"

For the people here, the stars in the sky will be bright, just like vegetables can be grown in the ground, and people have to eat, there is no reason for it.

Gee!
A few people smash their mouths.

This is to imprison their thoughts in a way of restricting culture, so as to achieve the purpose of restricting their freedom.

If you don't know what's on the other side of the horizon, naturally you won't think about taking a walk there.

The village head said more about the year 673 in the Gregorian calendar. I think this planet has existed for more than 600 years.

Tianchen Star, the headquarters of Tianchen Group.

Mo Tianyao rushed into the chairman's office in a panic, "She's back, but Mo Zunyue didn't follow the clues we left to come to Tianchenxing, but went to the research base."

Mo Chen snorted coldly, "There is a way to heaven, she will not go, and there is no way to hell, she will go. Since she has gone, don't even think about surviving. Follow the plan, get what you should get, just kill it, and study the affairs of the base. Absolutely." Can't shake it out."

"Yes." Mo Tianyao took the order to do it.

In his tone, there was no hesitation that was caused by his daughter.

The Harvest Festival is the biggest festival for the people in the village.

Every year before the wheat harvest, they celebrate with great fanfare.

On the open space at the head of the field, there are bonfire parties, various delicacies, and people singing and dancing to celebrate the harvest.

Tong Li was happily eating a handful of barbecue skewers, Song Nancheng and the others danced in the crowd, and Mo Zunyue sat in an audience seat and watched all this quietly.

Holding a glass of beer, Shen Fuwei sat down beside Mo Zunyue.

The stars above the head are shining brightly, and the fireworks in the world are in front of us.

Countless people immersed themselves in this carnival, celebrating the good weather and people's livelihood.

"There is a good harvest of food, no worries about food and clothing, people's lives are peaceful and smooth, and there is nothing wrong with it."

Shen Fuwei took a sip of beer, frowned bitterly, and threw it on the table in disgust.

Mo Zunyue raised her eyebrows, "Do you know what this scene reminds me of?"

"what?"

"Pigs raised in pens."

"Huh?" Shen Fuwei looked at Mo Zunyue inexplicably.

Her eyes fell on the blazing bonfire, and her bright face was particularly dazzling under the firelight.

But her expression is too indifferent, indifferent like a god who despises all living beings.

"The farmer raises pigs, feeds them, and drinks them. They don't need these pigs to do anything on weekdays, they don't need to work, they don't need to create profits. The only thing they do is eat, sleep and sleep. to the table."

Shen Fuwei's eyes were heavy, like a cold winter's night, "Then these farmers should really be damned."

"We broke into his farm. It's impossible for the farmer not to know. It's about to start."

As soon as Mo Zunyue finished speaking, the beer barrels stacked high behind him collapsed, scaring the people around them back again and again.

Someone panicked and knocked down on the two of them, Shen Fuwei protected Mo Zunyue behind him, but the crowd was chaotic and they were not good at using spells in front of others, the two were pushed far away along the direction they were fleeing.

In the chaos, someone accidentally scratched the back of Mo Zunyue's hand with a barbecue stick, and the skin was slightly torn, with drops of blood oozing out.

Seeing this situation, the man quickly apologized, "I'm sorry, I'm really sorry, they squeezed me so hard that I accidentally bumped into you, are you okay?"

Mo Zunyue wiped off the drop of blood on the back of his hand, "It's all right."

The beer foam spread on the ground, and the village head, with an anxious face, stepped forward to urge, "Clean it up quickly, and we will start asking God soon."

God please?

Mo Zunyue asked the person next to her who bumped into her, "Do you still believe in God?"

The man rolled the skewers and said excitedly, "We believe in the God of Valley here. Every year we hold a harvest festival to invite God, and the God of Valley will appear, and then select some boys to go to the mountain to be child prodigies."

Mo Zunyue:! ! !

Shen Fuwei:! ! !

His face was full of disbelief, "Can he still appear? Still choose a boy? Go to the sacred mountain?"

The man was excited, "Yes, yes, I don't know if I can be selected this year."

Shen Fuwei: "Those who were selected as boys in previous years, have they ever returned after going to the sacred mountain?"

"Of course I won't come back, but to be a boy, who would want to return to our mortal world?"

Shen Fuwei: ... Damn!
This is the interstellar era, and there are still people who are fooling people with the way of gods. The point is, these people really believe it.

This shows how important it is to break the feudal superstition and popularize knowledge.

"groove!"

When Mo Zunyue saw the statue pushed up, she was deeply speechless.

Under the pious eyes of the villagers, a huge... mecha?
To be precise, it is not a mecha, but a five-meter-high metal statue, sitting cross-legged, without facial features, and smooth all over, like a mannequin in a clothing store.

How can this be a god? It is obviously a metal robot that is a product of technology.

The villagers were conducting their so-called god-inviting ceremony, and several people from Song Nancheng, who had been having a good time, came together in front of Mo Zunyue.

"Sovereign, isn't this just a broken robot? If they can all be regarded as gods, if they go to see the outside world, they won't be scared."

Mo Zunyue was also speechless, and didn't know what to say.

The villagers muttered about it, and the village chief stood in front of the robot, put his hands together, and said reverently, "Please ask the ancient gods to choose this year's boy."

Everyone was praying silently, nervously waiting for the result.

Mo Zunyue could clearly hear the words of the people around him.

"Choose me, choose me, choose me..."

The six sober people: ...

Immediately afterwards, the robot projected several rays of divine light, shining on the ten people.

Selected six people:  …

You know those people can't wait to kill them.

(End of this chapter)