[Comprehensive] This game is unscientific

Chapter 60 Transformation

The first ray of sunshine in the morning came in.

Chu Zhou turned sideways, opened his eyes in a daze, and saw Yimulian who was facing him.

He froze for a moment, feeling a little uncomfortable, and the feeling of soreness all over his body seemed familiar.

"You..." Chu Zhou opened his mouth, and a slightly hoarse voice sounded. He was startled, and his embarrassing mood stopped. After sorting out his thoughts, he slowly showed a beautiful smile, " Good morning."

It's the first time I do this kind of thing, and it feels a little strange to see other people after waking up.

Yimulian didn't notice the shyness under the other's calm surface, he stretched out his hand to remove Chu Zhou's long hair sticking to his face, and lightly brushed his fingers across the corner of the other's eyes, causing the other party to blink subconsciously.

There was a smile on his brows and eyes, and he smiled softly, as if he was worried that his voice would disturb the other party, and said softly: "Good morning."

Chu Zhou was flicked by him, his eyes were a little erratic, he turned around, sat up, took his clothes and put them on.

Looking at him with a single eye, he smiled lightly and got up.

in the village.

Since meeting Lord Fengshen two days ago, the villagers were so motivated that they put down almost all other things and concentrated on building the shrine.

The Fengshen Shrine was built near the forest outside the village, and the layout of the shrine can be clearly seen from the village. They were in full swing and tried their best to build the shrine into a magnificent appearance.

Because most of the villagers have begun to believe in Fengshen, there are many people involved in the construction of the shrine. They have sufficient enthusiasm and change shifts regardless of day and night. Soon, the shrine will be completed.

According to the impression in memory, someone molded a statue of a god as tall as a person, and placed it in the middle of the shrine to welcome everyone's visits.

Originally, the number of the two parties was about the same, but after so many days of deliberation, some of the village chief's group weighed the two, and finally chose Fengshen who would protect them.

The village head and the others watched the Fengshen Shrine being built quickly. They didn't have enough manpower, so they could only slowly build the River God's Shrine near the river, only a little distance from the Fengshen Shrine.

Time passed slowly, and the two shrines were finally established.

The villagers began to visit the shrine every day. At first, they just tried to worship. Gradually, everyone got used to it, and the shrine was full of people, which was extremely lively.

Days passed by, and it was midsummer again, Yimulian's divine power would soon be enough.

During this period of time, under Chu Zhou's suggestion, Yimulian would occasionally appear in the sky above the village from a distance, and incidentally solve some minor troubles for them.

Therefore, the villagers' belief in him has deepened, and the Fengshen Shrine is very popular, and many people visit it every day.

The opposite is the River God Shrine. Among those who believe in the River God, some people can’t hold on one after another. Every time the Fengshen appears, several people will quietly give up their beliefs, and eventually turn their backs on those people and turn to Fengshen shrine.The Heshen Shrine looks very deserted, and only a fixed number of people visit it every day, which is in stark contrast to the nearby shrines.

The village head stood in the shrine, watching the uninterrupted flow of people over there, looked back at the dwindling number of people behind him, and sighed secretly.

Now, only they are still sticking to their beliefs.

this day.

The sky was gloomy, with strong winds blowing, scattered raindrops began to fall, and soon, it rained cats and dogs.

This is the familiar torrential rain.

In the past two days, the villagers went to the shrine more frequently, praying to the wind god to stop the flood and protect them.Although their faces were serious, they were surprisingly not nervous. They believed that the wind god would protect them.

The village chief led a dozen people to the river bank heavily.

Naturally, they would not pin their hopes on that wind god, and they thought wholeheartedly that after a year of dedicated worship, the Lord River God would definitely be willing to protect the village this time.

The water was turbulent, tumbling violently, and the heavy rain hit the water, mixed with the roar of thunder, as if it was the end of the day.Fortunately, there is a little green on the river surface, which is the Kappa playing and practicing on the water.

The village head led the villagers to kneel down and looked at the river god devoutly.

"Lord River God, please save us this time!"

The village head shouted loudly, the sound did not travel very far in the rain, but the kappa still heard it clearly, took a moment to glance at them, and then continued to practice without interest.

The village chief and the villagers knelt in the rain and prayed loudly. Their prayers and the indifference of the kappa were no different from last year.

After a long time, the Kappa gradually sank to the bottom of the water, completely ignoring them.

The villagers still bowed down.

"Master River God! I beg you, please stop this flood..."

Facing the empty water, the village head begged desperately.

The wind god gradually took over here, but they still insisted on believing in the river god.Lord River God has protected them for so many years, why doesn't he protect them anymore now.They would come to worship the river god every day, unwilling to give up their beliefs, and wanted the villagers to believe in the river god again, but the river god didn't pay attention to them at all, did he give up on them?

The rushing water rushed past, as if answering his question.

He closed his eyes, stood up after a while, looked at the people behind him, and said in a low voice, "Go back."

After he finished speaking, he staggered back home, and the villagers met each other's eyes, and finally returned to the village disappointed.

The flood broke out in a deep dark night, and the night surrounded the village coldly like a giant beast waiting to be devoured.

The river lay dormant, and after accumulating enough quicksand and impurities on the river bed, it finally roared and rushed towards the sleeping village.

A dazzling light suddenly rose from the darkness, as if the sun had fallen in an instant, and the world was as bright as day.

Yimulian sat on Jinlong, and Chu Zhou sat next to him. The two looked down at the village below.

The rushing water flow was blocked, and it moved forward desperately, but was intercepted by the golden light wall, and finally retreated unwillingly.Yimulian waved his hand lightly, and the surging river slowly sank, and finally, it became calm as before.

Chu Zhou had never seen Yimulian cast a spell so closely. He turned his head and watched the other party eliminate a natural disaster in a calm manner. His dark eyes were shining, and he asked a little excitedly: "It's so powerful, even the gods Is it that powerful?"

Yimulian watched the night become quiet again, and the golden light dissipated. He turned his head and replied softly, "My strength was not so strong before."

"What?" Chu Zhou was a little surprised. Is the opponent's current strength stronger than when he was a god before?By the way...he thought of the memory he saw when he woke up before. It was really not easy for the other party to solve the flood at that time.

"I always thought that it would be enough to restore the god position as long as I had the power I once had," Yimulian said softly, lost in memory, "but it turned out to be more difficult than becoming a god for the first time, because I was deprived of being a god. qualification, it means that this god is disqualified."

He looked at Chu Zhou and smiled softly, "So if you want to become a god again, you need more divine power than before."

"So it's like this..." Chu Zhou suddenly realized, "You could have become a god long ago, but this time you need a lot of divine power, so..." It's only now.

Before he finished speaking, he saw Yimulian looking down, and he also lowered his head, and saw a group of dark people below.

When the flood broke out, some people in the village got up. When the wind god resisted the flood and the night was as bright as day, almost everyone woke up.

The villagers hurried out and gathered at the entrance of the village. Seeing that the flood had receded, they kneeled down excitedly and thanked the god of wind for his protection.

Sure enough, it was Lord Fengshen they trusted.

The village chief looked at the river that he couldn't see clearly in the distance, then looked up at the god with golden eyes, knelt down in a complicated mood, and murmured: "Fengshen..."

Lord River God has really given up on them...

He glanced back, and the people around him all had enthusiastic expressions, piously expressing their belief in the God of Wind. Even the villagers who went with him to pray to the God of the River the day before yesterday showed wavering excitement on their faces.

The golden light on the top of the head is dazzling and majestic, shocking people into a trance.

He said in a low voice: "Fengshen... my lord..."

The golden dragon flew away, and quickly left here with Fengshen, flying to the horizon.

The villagers watched Fengshen's leaving figure until he disappeared completely, and then returned home one after another.

The village chief looked at the sky for the last time, and had some thoughts in his heart.

The sky is bright.

The wind and rain have stopped, and the sun is shining brightly on the land today.

The villagers were grateful for the protection of Fengshen, and today they went to the shrine to pay homage, burn incense and offer sacrifices, and sincerely express their beliefs.

The village head looked at the people in front of him and asked, "What do you mean?"

"We..." the leader lowered his head and said with a bit of shame in his voice, "We...will go to the shrine to pay homage later."

"Go if you want..." The village chief realized when he saw the other party looking over in surprise, "You're talking about... the Fengshen Shrine?"

"Yeah." The other party nodded slightly.

"..." The village head frowned, and after a while, he waved his hand and sighed, "Go, go."

The few people didn't expect the village head to agree so easily, some were overjoyed, said goodbye in a hurry and walked towards the shrine.

The village head looked at their backs, so, did everyone already believe in the wind god?

He thought about what happened last night in a trance, and after a while, he took a deep breath.Forget it, he has nothing to insist on...

In a shrine in the forest.

Chu Zhou was listening to Yimulian telling a story. On this breezy afternoon, the gentle voice of the other party was softer than the breeze, and he felt a little itchy in his heart, as if he was surrounded by the warm breath of the other party.

He put one hand on the table, gently took Yimulian's hand with the other, and played with it carefully.The other party's hands were white and slender, as delicate as a work of art that should be placed in a cabinet.

The other party's voice stopped suddenly, and the air suddenly became silent.

Chu Zhou raised his head suspiciously and looked over.

Yimulian's originally gentle face became inexplicably cold, the golden light in his eyes seemed a little indifferent, and a faint golden light radiated from his whole body, which became more and more intense under his gaze, and the dragon behind him condensed into a solid body, making a low dragon roar .

Chu Zhou said worriedly: "Lian? What's wrong with you?"

Yimulian turned his gaze to him when he heard the sound, saw the worry in his eyes clearly, and smiled slightly, the ice in his eyes melted like spring water.