Simulation: Start with one person

If you ask me where I live, I really can't tell you. Not only do I have no place to live in this world, I don't even have any past experience.

It's very convenient to just pretend to have amnesia, and you don't need to work hard to make up excuses.

By the way, are there any precautions when pretending to have amnesia?

"Amnesia?"

Thinking that he was also a person who lost his memory, Ma Xianhong felt the same way. In a non-calm state, he did not think about whether the other person's words were true or false. He directly said from the perspective of believing that the other person had lost his memory: "My name is Ma Xianhong, and I am a village chief. I Maybe there is a way to help you recover your memory, do you want to live with me?"

Sensing the subtle change in Ma Xianhong's attitude towards him, Fang Rui did not think about the reason. When he heard the other party announcing his home address, he decided to follow him. Even if the other party did not invite him, he would find a way to follow him.

At this moment, when he heard the other party's invitation, he suddenly became a little excited: "Yes!"

When Ma Xianhong saw Fang Rui's excited look, he thought he was excited about the opportunity to recover his memory. He immediately empathized with Fang Rui's words and sighed silently in his heart.

The same is the end of the world!

Finding some sigh in Ma Xianhong's expression, Fang Rui was a little confused, but he had no idea of ​​exploring. After all, curiosity killed the cat. Since the purpose had been achieved, there was no need to worry about anything else.

"By the way, what's your name?" Ma Xianhong asked after recovering for a while.

"It should be called Fang Rui... right?" Fang Rui deliberately said in an uncertain tone.

Ma Xianhong nodded slightly.

Guo Liang, who was in charge of driving, did not participate in the conversation and drove the car seriously.

………………

Surrounded by mountains, the village located in the valley is Biyou Village.

The car parked near the entrance of the village, and the three of them walked into the village on their backs, staggering forward on the muddy dirt road, one foot deep and one foot shallow.

Because it was a rainy day, Fang Rui walked all the way. Fang Rui didn't see any villagers, so they were probably all in their houses.

By the way...

"It's so hard to walk!" Fang Rui complained.

Hearing this, Ma Xianhong nodded slightly in agreement, and decided in his heart to pave a stone road that would not become muddy on rainy days.

After a while, the three of them stopped in front of an ordinary brick house.

"Squeak~"

Accompanied by the sharp friction sound of the wooden door turning, the door was slowly pushed open, and the furnishings in the room appeared in Fang Rui's eyes.

An ordinary Eight Immortals table is placed in the center of the house, with four stools placed around the Eight Immortals table. A bed made of bricks and stones is pressed against the wall, with no bedding on it.

"What a simple furnishing." Fang Rui commented in his mind.

"You will live here from now on. Bedding and other daily necessities will be delivered to you later." Ma Xianhong turned to Fang Rui and pointed to the room.

Then he withdrew his hand, and without waiting for Fang Rui to react, he continued: "Now I will take you to the bathing place."

"I didn't change my clothes." Fang Rui asked.

"Small problem, there are extra in the village." Ma Xianhong looked at Guo Liang who was standing next to him.

Guo Liang nodded slightly, then turned and left.

"Come with me!"

Ma Xianhong took Fang Rui to the bathing place.

There are no independent bathrooms in the village. There is a public bathhouse, which is divided into three independent rooms. The bath water is made by blending hot water in a thermos pot and cold water in a bucket.

After taking a simple shower and changing into dry clothes, Fang Rui and Ma Xianhong headed to the cafeteria.

According to Ma Xianhong's explanation, the houses in the village do not have independent kitchens. The villagers have three meals a day in the public canteen, and villagers who can cook take turns serving as chefs.

………………

night, 07:30.

As night falls, the village is enveloped in rain.

In the cafeteria, Fang Rui sat next to the Eight Immortals table and looked around.

Half of the room is occupied by the kitchen counter with various vegetables and hanging bacon, while the other half is occupied by six Eight Immortals tables.

Apart from him, Ma Xianhong, and Guo Liang, there was only one fat male chef in the entire cafeteria, which seemed a bit empty.

To be precise, even the chef was hired by Guo Liang. After all, it was already getting late and the other villagers had already had dinner.

"How many people are there in the village?" Fang Rui looked away and suddenly looked at Ma Xianhong and asked.

Ma Xianhong thought for a while and replied: "...there are 21 people now."

a little less...

Fang Rui recalled the plot of Biyou Village. It seemed that until Biyou Village was destroyed, the number of villagers had not exceeded 21. The number of villagers more than two years ago was only [-], which was normal.

"Drink some ginger soup first to ward off the cold."

Guo Liang walked over from the kitchen counter carrying a stoneware bowl, placed the bowl of ginger soup on the table, and sat down.

"Thank you." Fang Rui collected his thoughts, thanked him first, and then picked up the bowl to drink the ginger soup.

After eating, the three of them returned to their respective residences.

Fang Rui lay on the bed and fell asleep quietly listening to the patter of rain.

Chapter 3 You want to learn, I will teach you

The next day, early in the morning.

Fang Rui looked at [My Simulation], which had gotten rid of the gray and regained its color. Instead of rushing to simulate it, he decided to walk around the village for a while.

Opening the door, a group of women with exactly the same appearance and clothes, each holding a basket of slates, ran past the door of his house with somewhat strange steps.

"Emmm..." Looking at the retreating figures of a group of people, Fang Rui didn't know what to say.

The possibility of N twins is too low. Those should be low-level puppets mass-produced by Ma Xianhong - Ruhua.

Fang Rui, who was somewhat curious about what the "Ruhuas" wanted to do, followed the "Ruhuas" at a brisk pace, looking at the scenery along the way.

Some villagers were busy in the fields, tending vegetables, and a group of chickens and ducks walked around the village with a carefree pace.

The "Ruhua" people were paving the floor with stone slabs, and the sound of "dong dong dong" was very rhythmic.

After looking at the "flower-like" pavement for a while, Fang Rui walked towards a mountain next to the village. He climbed up the mossy stone steps in the mountain forest and found a simple-looking pavilion on the mountainside. In front of the building was a pavilion paved with stone slabs. space.

Walking to the center of the open space, looking up, you can see three big characters on the plaque - Xiu Shen Hall.

Looking away, Fang Rui stepped forward and walked into the house.

Ma Xianhong squatted on the left side of the metal furnace, wiring the furnace and installing parts.

Fang Rui didn't bother him. He walked slowly behind Ma Xianhong and quietly watched him operate.

Half an hour later, Ma Xianhong stopped repairing the Slimming Furnace and turned to look at Fang Rui.

"what is that?"

Although he knew what the iron furnace in front of him was, Fang Rui couldn't tell him, so he asked.

"That's the self-cultivation furnace, which is what I told you before, the way to restore memory." Ma Xianhong explained.

"Really?" Fang Rui looked doubtful, not believing that the iron furnace could help him regain his memory.

This expression was not made by Fang Rui, but because he really did not believe that the Slimming Furnace could help people recover their memories.

While reading the comics, he felt that the Self-cultivation Furnace could not help people restore their memories. He suspected that the reason why Ma Xianhong was so firm in believing that the Self-cultivation Furnace could help him restore his memory was because of Qu Tong's secret guidance.

Of course, we don’t rule out the possibility that the Slimming Furnace can really repair memory...

But what exactly happened... Fang Rui didn't care.

"Of course it's true!" Ma Xianhong's tone was very firm.

All right!It seems that Ma Xianhong firmly believes in this.

Fang Rui was not interested in arguing with Ma Xianhong about this matter, but then he rolled his eyes and said with an expression like "I have read the book, you have been lied to me": "But no matter how you look at it, it is just an ordinary iron It’s just a stove, how can an iron stove help people regain their memory? Although I have lost my memory, I’m not stupid!”

"That's because you know too little." Ma Xianhong was not angry, but explained patiently: "In fact, there is another society hidden under the surface society, a society belonging to different people."

"The so-called aliens are people with special abilities, such as electric discharge and fire breathing... And the ability I have is to be able to create all kinds of magical items, to be precise, they are magic weapons and special machines."

Although he knew what Ma Xianhong said was true, Fang Rui didn't believe it and pretended to be speechless: "Well, it sounds like the setting of a novel. You can publish a book and it will become popular."

"..." Ma Xianhong was too lazy to continue explaining, and decided to speak with facts. He took out a small golden ball from his arms. Two metal ribbons crisscrossed the golden ball, and one of the two overlapping places of the ribbons was inlaid with Emerald green lenses.

Pointing the lens at the floor, under Fang Rui's gaze, a ball of something spurted out of the golden ball.

"Clang clang clang..."

The sound of metal clashing echoed in the room.

Fang Rui looked down at the pile of metal materials and blinked.

"Come here." Then Ma Xianhong waved to him and walked towards the door.

The two stood at the door. Ma Xianhong took out another golden ball. A lion's head was spit out by the golden ball and floated in the air with white wings waving.

As Ma Xianhong pointed forward, the lion's head flew forward, its open mouth emitting a circular sound wave, blowing down several trees at the edge of the clearing.

Putting the lion's head back into the golden ball, Ma Xianhong turned to look at Fang Rui and asked, "Do you believe it?"

With the facts before his eyes, Fang Rui nodded: "I believe it."

Then he asked: "Can I also have this kind of power?"

The tone was suppressed but concealed excitement, which was very suitable for the current situation.

"Yes." Ma Xianhong replied affirmatively.

Even if Fang Rui doesn't have the talent for energy refining, he can turn him into a stranger through the cultivation furnace.

"Then what should I do to obtain this ability?" Fang Rui asked again.

"Here you go." Ma Xianhong took out a book from a golden ball and threw it to Fang Rui.

Fang Rui caught the book and looked at the big words on the cover - Shen Ji Bai Lian, and fell into silence.

Why did you give it to me before I finished speaking?