I am a demonic cultivator, not a capitalist with a conscience.

Chapter 222 Miao Qingyu Prepares to Save the World (36)

While Xiao Mei was worried about Miao Qingyu, Miao Qingyu chose a name and entered a dream.

Seeing the content of her dream, she felt that she might have a bad experience.

The modeling of this dream seems pretty good.

The primary characteristic of trashy dreams is the overuse of free materials. If a dream architect spends money to buy paid material, they will want to label it everywhere, including in the dream's title, to let others know that they paid for it!

In addition, the Garbage Dream frequently uses various lighting effects, making the entire dream world filled with light effects and every shot a form of light pollution.

But this dream was very comforting.

Outside the open window, the sky was gray, and the cicadas chirped intermittently, like an old man struggling to survive in his final moments.

Looking outside, Miao Qingyu found that everything around her was gloomy and gray, which made her feel depressed.

My desk was a mess. A broken pencil was lying haphazardly to one side, and there was stale tea in the cracked ceramic cup. The old alarm clock was still ringing, showing the time as 12:11 pm.

These things all carried a sense of nostalgia and allowed Miao Qingyu to feel the power of the Star Lord of Flowing Light.

Ray tracing effects make the building's materials incredibly realistic, allowing people to immediately sense the story behind it and know that it is a dilapidated area.

Compared to the demo version, the full version adjusts the story order, allowing players to directly enter the first story segment upon entering the dream world, making it easier for them to immerse themselves in the story.

After staring outside for a while, Miao Qingyu realized that she had messed up this time.

The high-value waste sector needs contrast, and at the same time, it needs something to criticize.

The trash on this track must be uniquely rotten and have something to criticize, so that the audience will like it and you can gain a lot of followers.

The audience's reactions in the live stream confirmed that her prediction was correct.

[This dream is nice, but isn't the streamer supposed to eat shi (a type of food) live on stream?]

[This isn't a dream, is it? I'd better find another dream to enjoy while eating.]

[This isn't the kind of trash I like; I'm just leaving.]

[Wait a bit longer, maybe only the model looks good.]

[However, this building and character are already worth seventy yuan, so please continue, streamer.]

Although Miao Qingyu also wanted to leave, the scenes in the dream made her interested in continuing to play.

And looking at the time, I still have more than ten hours left, so it's no problem to experience it a little longer.

At this time, the phone rang.

After Zhang Ai answered the phone, an excited voice said, "Sister Qingyu, I've arrived! I'm standing in front of the Cultivator Committee now. Should I wait for you or take the things inside?"

Seeing the options that appeared before her and the fifteen-second countdown, Miao Qingyu asked in the live stream, "Should I let him send it or not?"

[I don't know the details, but I'll still send it.]

[I feel like giving it away is necessary to continue the story, so I'll give it away then.]

【deliver.】

Before the countdown ended, Miao Qingyu chose to see him off, and then she heard the boy say, "Okay, Sister Qingyu, I'll hang up now."

After the call was interrupted, Miao Qingyu continued to observe her surroundings, but soon heard a piercing scream.

Turning her head, she saw a little boy falling from the sky.

The other person was upside down, head up and feet up, and was neatly cut in half, falling in a folded manner, looking at Miao Qingyu with a look of astonishment.

The other person was clearly dead, but the expression on their face was so vivid that Miao Qingyu felt as if she could see the other person's bewilderment before their death.

Although it was only a brief moment, this eye contact felt like an eternity, leaving Miao Qingyu frozen in place until she was jolted awake by screams from downstairs. She immediately rushed downstairs, pushing through the crowd, and saw the boy lying on the ground, his flesh mangled and bloody, like a crushed ant, lying silently on the ground.

"Isn't this child Zhang Ai?"

"Why did it suddenly fall?"

"He was a pitiful child. His parents died early, and he lived with his grandfather all his life."

"What should I do if my grandson suddenly dies?"

"Shh, keep your voice down."

Looking up, Miao Qingyu saw a person leaning out of the window on the eighth floor, coldly staring at her.

The other person's eyes were as venomous as a snake's, making Miao Qingyu realize that she had to run.

But immediately, her chest was pierced, and blood instantly soaked her cotton-padded coat.

Then, her phone was taken away, and she was left behind to face her death in peace and solitude.

She looked up at the misty sky and felt that her death was utterly meaningless.

I know nothing and understand nothing.

Looking at the darkened dreamscape, Miao Qingyu remained silent for a long time.

Although she didn't know what the little boy wanted to give her, the look in his eyes at the end caused her heartache.

Then, a wave of immense guilt washed over her, making her realize that if she had chosen not to see Zhang Ai off, Zhang Ai might not have died.

The live stream was silent for a long while before someone said, "This dream... seems a bit something."

[We could add 30 yuan for the emotional aspect; it's 100 yuan now.]

[I noticed there were quite a few interactive elements at the beginning, and perhaps some of them could help avoid death.]

[Host, let's do it one more time. Can we finish experiencing this dream before we eat Shi?]

Miao Qingyu didn't want to agree at first, because she had a feeling that the dream would be very painful.

Her first appearance made her feel guilty because of a little boy, and who knows what other troubles await her later.

But when she discovered that her followers had increased to three hundred, she felt that she might as well cut them a little.

When the darkness in front of her disappeared, she found herself not back in the office, but standing in a study.

Unlike the previous gloom, the sky outside the study was exceptionally clear, with the white clouds clearly defined and three-dimensional, directly dispelling the previous gloom and calming her mood.

An old man sat in a recliner in the study, pointing to the wall opposite Miao Qingyu and said, "What I just talked about was the story of 'Miao Qingyu' and 'Zhang Ai'. Both of them were remarkable people, but it's a pity they died a little too young."

Following the direction the old man pointed, Miao Qingyu saw her own portrait and Zhang Ai's portrait displayed on the wall of the study.

However, both of their portraits were in black and white, marked with the dates of their deaths.

Beside the two portraits, there is another portrait, but it is blurry and unclear, and the gender and appearance are unknown.

After gazing at the portrait for a moment, she heard a voice in her ear: "It's still unclear who it is."

Looking at Zhang Ai's portrait, she heard a voice say in her ear: "His death is a fact."

Only her own portrait could be chosen, and when Miao Qingyu chose her own portrait, she found herself suddenly back in the office, back to that smoky afternoon.

The time was still 12:11. There was no body or bloodstains on the ground outside. She had returned to the place where the dream began.

This time, she decided to save herself and others.

(End of this chapter)