Mr. Bao and his son: Only use Stankang for hair oil

Chapter 114 The choice of the next world
Bao Guowei should now be called Bao Weiwei.

He sat next to the computer desk, listened to the prompts in his ears, and asked in his mind:
"What is the next time to travel through the world? What is the contract?"

No response was heard this time, just like the devil would change its face after inducing humans to sign a contract.

Bao Weiwei didn't pay attention, but turned on his phone and clicked on the green chat software to take a look.

I didn't find any messages from anyone familiar with me.

……

Bao Weiwei lives in a single apartment on the [-]th floor of a second-ring building in Hong Kong City, Jiang Province.

He has an ordinary family. He is an only child, so there are only three members in his family.

My parents are still alive and live in another city.

But a few years ago, my mother got sick and spent hundreds of thousands on treatment.

After that illness, the old couple probably didn't have much savings left. Bao Weiwei didn't ask, but he estimated that they only had tens of thousands of dollars left.

Before traveling through time, Bao Weiwei was working alone outside.

He took advantage of the Internet and saved more than [-] yuan in two years by doing small businesses.

But after all, we are running a business instead of getting paid, so the cash flow is still low.

Most of the money is accumulated in the payment for goods, and only more than 1 yuan can be taken out at any time.

Overall, life is still a bit tight.

But now that I already have a panel and can add attribute points, I obviously don't have to worry about this anymore. What I should worry about is whether I will become a native of the motherland.

Bao Weiwei first simply handled some chores in the online store, and then went to the main hall to pour himself a glass of water.

He took a sip of water and came to the large floor-to-ceiling window covered by curtains.

He stretched out his hand, pinched a corner of the curtain, and exerted a slight force.

The curtains were opened with a "swish" sound, and colorful spots of light shone through the glass window onto Bao Weiwei's face.

Some familiar yet unfamiliar scenes appeared before our eyes:

High-rise buildings made of reinforced concrete stand among the clouds, and the screens embedded around the buildings emit light of different colors.

The shops on both sides of the street are also flashing neon lights, and a group of people wearing modern clothes are walking on the road. Most of them have mobile phones in their hands, watching and walking attentively.

On the road between the fences, all kinds of cars drove by with yellow or white lights on, like a tide.

The only thing that can reveal some natural atmosphere is a row of trees planted on both sides of the road, with thousands of branches and leaves moving in the wind.

Looking at the busy scene of traffic, Bao Weiwei, who had experienced the Bao family for decades, suddenly felt like a world away, and his mood once again made waves.

"I didn't expect... the country would develop so fast."

In [-], when he first joined the Bao family, he was only fifteen years old. At that time, the country was like a hell on earth.

By the time he died, he was already seventy-nine years old. The time travel spanned a total of 64 years. He died in the summer of [-].

But even on the eve of Bao Weiwei's death, the country at that time was still extremely underdeveloped:
Even in areas that are not deep in rural areas, many people still lack access to water and electricity. Unless someone uses a kerosene lamp at night, it is difficult to see any light on the ground.

Even in many so-called big cities, it is difficult to find colorful scenes at night, and power outages are common at night.

Now my decades of experience in the world of Bao and his son seem to have turned into a passing cloud and drifted away?

Or maybe they become a bunch of attribute points and points?
But no matter how you calculate it, it seems that you have not lost anything. You have lived in vain for decades, and you have received these opportunities that are difficult for ordinary people to seek. Shouldn't you be happy?
Bao Weiwei shook his head and stopped thinking about these things.

He raised his head and drank all the water in the glass. Then he returned to the bedroom, sat in front of the computer, and opened CSGO.

CSGO is a 10v10 fair gun battle game.

Bao Weiwei wanted to use this game to test how powerful his current reflexes are.

As soon as he entered the game, he chose the Desert [-] map.

After only a few seconds, the game was successfully matched and he became a gangster.

When Bao Guowei entered the game, it happened to be the beginning of a new round, so the character he controlled only had one thousand gold coins.

It was only enough to buy a pistol, and he chose the Desert Eagle, which cost 700 yuan.

Because his camp was the bandits, he started from the middle gate and charged forward.

"Brother, are you so reckless?"

The voice of his teammates came from the headset.

Seeing someone's head showing up at the middle gate, Bao Weiwei made an emergency stop, stabilized his aim instantly, and directly blew the head of the policeman on the opposite side.

"Damn! I can get clicked just by walking through the middle door! It's still the Sand Eagle! I'm playing casual mode and I encounter a dog again!"

A certain young man slammed his mouse.

Bao Weiwei didn't stop and turned to Little A to charge.

……

As expected, gods will kill gods if they stand in the way, and Buddhas will kill if they stand in the way of Buddha.

Bao Weiwei's aim is from the perspective of others, and he locks on the enemy's head almost as soon as he sees the person.

It seems that the reaction speed brought by ten points of mental power is probably close to the limit of normal humans, and may even exceed it.

After Bao Weiwei carried out a wave of team elimination, the voices of other players came from the headset.

Grandpa Niu of Tipping Garden: "Turn, turn, turn! Start spinning! Hahahahaha!" Hu Xiaoli of Tipping Garden: "Can the other side kick this 'my big'! A little sand eagle explodes five heads in a row, this performance No more acting!"

I like Men-chan the most: "No, buddy! I really don't know what you are doing just for leisure! Is it interesting?"

Why are you shouting so loudly: "Why don't the other side kick you! Can the other side have some face? If they don't kick me, I'll kick it too!"

……

There seemed to be more than a dozen people talking on the microphone, and the lower right corner of the screen was full of voices, making the sound very noisy and confusing.

This is actually a feature of the CSGO game. If you can't beat someone, just say others are cheating.

Even Bao Weiwei before time travel was often said to be cheating when he was occasionally in good condition, let alone him who now has ten points of mental power.

Immediately afterwards, someone in the game initiated a vote to kick people, but in just four or five seconds, Bao Weiwei was kicked out of the game.

Seeing that he had been kicked, he simply turned off the game and started exercising according to the habits he had developed in the world of Bao and his son.

After all, Bao Weiwei died suddenly before, and his physical constitution was only 3. He was out of breath just after doing a few push-ups.

Seeing that his body was so weak, Bao Weiwei ended the exercise directly to prevent himself from dying suddenly again.

He took two Shuanghui sausages from the bedside and went straight to bed after eating.

……

When he woke up, Bao Weiwei saw something other than his own ceiling.

Bao Guowei was sitting at an unfamiliar desk, opposite a closed wooden door.

He looked around at any decoration other than wooden bookshelves filled with books.

According to the reminder sound in my head, this should be the so-called House of Wishes.

While Bao Weiwei was still a little confused, a strong white light suddenly emitted from the wooden door, and the door was opened.

A strange-looking "man" with dry skin that looked like he had been smeared with white powder, and was very thin stumbled forward.

He was obviously a little frightened, looking around with his almost skeletal face, and his two withered hands intertwined, looking extremely reserved.

"The fallen leaves brought a message - Elden's Circle."

A piece of text appeared on Bao Weiwei's desk. When he looked at the text, the scene in the study suddenly changed:

The desk hangs high in the air, and looking down is the barren land. Trees and weeds are burning, wars are raging, and various lives that have fallen into madness, corruption, or other states are fighting each other.

In the distance, a strong red-haired man was hung on a broken yellow ring, hanging high in the air like Jesus on the cross.

Further away, the golden tree that was tens of thousands of feet high and whose crown was more than thousands of miles away was burned, and the entire sky turned scarlet, and the world seemed to be in a state of madness.

Seeing this sudden scene, the thin human being who just walked into the door seemed to be greatly frightened. He quickly knelt down and kowtowed to Bao Weiwei with great effort.

"Great and powerful man! Thank you for being willing to listen to me, a humble person! Please save us!

The prophet made a prediction: The great Lord Malika will be killed!The Circle of Elden will be shattered!The golden tree will be burned by epileptic fire!The world will fall into madness and destruction..."

He didn't speak Chinese, but Bao Weiwei could understand the meaning of the language.

At this moment, a panel popped up on Bao Weiwei's desk:
Do you accept the wish proposed by "Sri Rant Kameo"?

If you accept, the person who made the wish will offer: soul, body, a Roja fruit, shabby cloth clothes, and shabby small wooden sticks.

It seemed that the kowtowing "man" in front of him gave almost everything he had, except that except for the Roja fruit, there was almost nothing of value.

"If I refuse, what will be the consequences?"

Bao Weiwei asked in his mind, and as if sensing his thoughts, a sentence popped up on the floating panel on the desk:

"Before each time traveling, there are three opportunities to refuse."

"If I am killed in the world I travel to, will I die permanently?"

Seeing the response, Bao Weiwei took the opportunity to ask a second question.

"When a person is killed, he dies, and there is no resurrection from death."

"I should have died twice before, once from sudden death and once from old age. Why am I still alive and well now?"

"Everyone who enters the House of Wishes is summoned at the moment before death. At the moment before your death, your soul has returned to your current body."

Seeing these paragraphs on the desk, Bao Weiwei directly rejected the wish of "Sri Rant Cameo".

The world of Elden's Ring comes from a soul-based game. It is a soul-based world full of malice and weirdness. If you go there, even if you add attribute points, you will most likely not survive for a week.

The wooden door opened with a bang, a burst of white light flashed out again, and the strong suction sucked out "Sri Lanka Cameo", but Bao Weiwei was not affected at all.

"Save us! The great Qiang..."

Camio shouted, leaning forward vigorously. He tried to resist the suction, but in vain.

The sound stopped suddenly and the wooden door was closed tightly.

The study room immediately returned to its previous appearance, and then, the wooden door once again aroused white light.

After a burst of intense bright light, the wooden door opened again. This time, a man wearing a robe from the Republic of China came in. His appearance made Bao Weiwei look familiar - Master Tang.

“Buy an official and become a county magistrate—let the bullets fly.”

A text popped up on Bao Weiwei's desk again.

(End of this chapter)