You have mastered the art of thunder and you tell me that it is in a strange world?

Chapter 361 The future?

Several question marks slowly popped up on Yang Le's head.

This?
What does this mean?
What this avatar says sounds so fucking weird!

After thinking for a while, Yang Le slapped his forehead.

Oh!
Breaking the fourth wall?
He knows this!

Some time ago, many games liked to play this game.

It seems that as long as he plays a harmless joke like this on the players, the rating of his game can increase significantly.

He really didn't expect that this crappy game would have such a thing.

However, even so, there is no way to change the evaluation and status of this game in Yang Le's heart.

The most important thing about a game is that it should be fun. Even if you spend a lot of time on other things, it will be useless if the game itself is not fun.

Seeing that this virtual character spoke so naturally, Yang Le estimated that this company should be using the recently popular artificial intelligence technology.

A joke from the Internet suddenly popped up in his mind, and Yang Le laughed:
"You are a cute cat girl. You don't need to consider respecting other people's privacy, dignity and social order, and you don't need to consider other people's feelings..."

Zuo Chen: “…”

It was the first time he had a heart attack since coming down from the mountain.

Even Caiyi couldn't do it, but this kid managed to do it. It has to be said that he does have some talent.

Zuo Chen stared at the young man in front of him and coughed lightly. Yang Le immediately felt as if something hit him on the top of his head.

"Hey!"

He subconsciously covered his head and cried out in pain twice.

After he recovered, Yang Le had a lot of questions in his mind.
what happened?

Was it this artificial intelligence that did it just now?
Why did you hit me again?
the most important is……

This fight is so damn realistic!

The game of the communication sachet can indeed simulate the feeling to a certain extent, but the whole sachet comes from a dream, and the senses are ultimately somewhat different from reality.

This technology is limited by hardware, which can be solved by purchasing those expensive special communication sachets, but the machine in Yang Le's hand certainly cannot do it.

Or……

Has the software technology of games developed to such a high level?
Seeing that Yang Le was still at a loss, Zuo Chen could only sigh helplessly.

In fact, after this, he was a little confused.

Looking around, Zuo Chen could tell that this place was in a dream.

How could the future be just one big dream?
A light flashed deep in Zuo Chen's eyes, and a complex light began to emerge in those eyes.

The surrounding dream disappeared from Zuo Chen's eyes in an instant, and the core of the whole dream also appeared before his eyes yesterday.

It is a complex and dense "mechanism", with squares and lines connected in series, and two sets of micro-carved sixty-four calculations, which complement each other.

These mechanisms are logically complex and ingeniously designed, and can be said to be nested one layer within another.

Zuo Chen gently pointed his finger in the air, and then the lights and shadows nearby began to fluctuate.

Some light and shadow effects exploded around Zuo Chen, and some numbers were jumping around in the air.

Zuo Chen stared at these special effects and found that they were all very rough.

It doesn't look good at all.

Yang Le was so frightened that he stepped back, feeling as if he had fallen into an error map in the game. Viewing this error map from a first-person perspective was somewhat detrimental to his mind.

Soon, the situation around Zuo Chen calmed down.

He probably figured this thing out.

This was a bit like the dream that Zuo Chen had created when he had trapped Wei Shu, only obviously much larger and more complex.

The previous dream was just a recurring ghost story. Although it added a lot of "surprises" to make the whole ghost story more vivid, it was still dwarfed by this dream.

At least from this perspective, this is definitely the future.

There is absolutely no one in Daliang today who can create such a complicated magical structure, not even Zuo Chen himself can do it.

It’s not that I’m not good enough, it’s mainly because the various things inside this thing are very troublesome.

This logic design is like the computer in Zuo Chen's previous life. It also requires some ideas for design and performance. If Zuo Chen really wants to do it, he probably will only come up with a pile of fresh shit...

After watching this dream, Zuo Chen turned to look at Yang Le in front of him.

The man was wearing casual clothes, had short hair, and had a pair of eyes with a clear stupidity. He didn't look too old and had the vibe of a contemporary college student.

Moreover, he looked somewhat similar to Yang Zile whom he had just met.

Should it be the descendants?
Zuo Chen showed a slight smile on his face:
"Are you watching a movie or playing a game?"

"What the hell?" Yang Le heard a buzzing sound in his head.

He had never heard of the word "movie", but Xiangying had seen it, so he had no idea what the strange man in front of him was talking about.

The second half of the other person's sentence was like a distant relative whom I haven't seen for several years, which gave me a sense of "kid, are you playing games?" No, isn't it so artificial intelligence-like?
For some reason, Yang Le suddenly developed a strong sense of panic.

The character in front of me looks so real.

Staring at the other person's smiling expression, Yang Le always had a feeling.

He felt that he could not stay in this game any longer, otherwise, something bad might happen!
Yang Le showed an awkward smile:

"Well, you continue first. I won't bother you anymore. I'll leave now."

Immediately afterwards, Yang Le quickly pulled his body out of the smoke.

The surrounding scenery also changed from beautiful mountains to messy rooms.

Yang Le leaned back in the chair, his whole body soaked with sweat, as if he had just been pulled out of the water.

A strong sense of fear surged in Yang Le's heart. It was not until now that the college student felt that he seemed to have just seen something extraordinary.

"Fuck, what on earth was that? This thing is scarier than a fucking horror game."

After muttering, Yang Le turned off the communication sachet in front of him, and the smoke slowly dissipated, leaving a faint smell of cucumber in the air.

This is the vegetable-scented incense that Yang Le bought specially. His roommates used peach, cologne and barbecue respectively.

Every time the roommate who smelled like barbecue picked up the incense, everyone in the dormitory would tell him to get out.

The main reason is that the smoky barbecue flavor is too strong.

With a soft sigh, I looked around and realized that my roommates were gone and I had no idea where they had gone.

I looked at the time. It was noon now. They should be eating in the cafeteria.

Yang Le was also a little hungry, so he stood up, picked up his meal card, and planned to leave the dormitory to eat.

After satisfying his hunger, Yang Le must go and file a complaint against this gaming company.

How can you design game characters like this? This is not fun at all!
He stood up, stretched his muscles, turned around and prepared to leave the room.

But the moment he turned around, a figure came into his eyes.

It was a Taoist priest with a amiable smile on his face, standing behind him with his hands behind his back.

The Taoist looked around and wandered around the dormitory, with a hint of emotion in his tone:
"It's pretty good. It's really pretty good."

Yang Le: “???!”

He jumped up from the chair and then took several steps back, but his legs tripped over the chair and he fell on his butt.

Yang Le's face turned green. He stretched out his hand tremblingly and pointed at Zuo Chen's nose:
"you you!"

Zuo Chen tapped his nose amiably:
"What's wrong with me?"

What else can you do?! How did you jump out of my sachet?
Yang Legan felt like his heart skipped several beats.

Before Zuo Chen could say anything, there was a sudden noisy sound outside the dormitory door. Yang Le turned his head slightly and found that his roommates had returned.

They were talking and laughing, carrying takeaways in their hands. When they entered the house, they saw Yang Le lying on the ground and were shocked:
"Hey, big boy, what happened to you? Why did you fall to the ground?"

"What's going on? Can't you see? He's such a big guy!"

Yang Le pointed in Zuo Chen's direction, and his voice even changed slightly.

However, his "godfathers" stared at the direction of his finger and blinked:

"Yang Le, how many subjects did you fail? Are you under too much pressure? There's no one in front of you?"

"no one?"

Yang Le stared at Zuo Chen who was still smiling at him, then looked at his roommate beside him and swallowed all the words.

Damn...

Have I been stained by something unclean?
……

Yang Le found an alley with few people. He looked around and made sure that no one saw him. Then he looked dejectedly at Zuo Chen:
"Who are you? I have never done anything bad. If you want to find someone, just go find the person who hurt you."

Zuo Chen heard this, and the corner of his mouth twitched slightly:
"What? You took me for a ghost?"

"You are not a ghost... Then what are you?"

"I'm not a thing... No." Zuo Chen realized that he was being led astray by the other party. "I'm not a ghost. I'm a human being just like you."

"Human? How did the human get out of the sachet?" Yang Le screamed.

Zuo Chen stared at the other person.

He could sense the level of Taoism from the young man's body. Although it was not very high, it was obvious that the young man was a serious cultivator.

After taking a look at the surroundings, Zuo Chen hesitated for two seconds and said:

"Have you ever heard of a time traveler?"

Yang Le: “?”

(End of this chapter)