Traveling to another world, I made a two-dimensional girl into a card

This is as ridiculous as the scene in Battlefield 2042 where a horse girl rides a horse, holding a th-century German machete, and takes her own humanoid to face off against a knight-level Honkai beast...

Soon, Fang Qingyun pulled his thoughts back from the distant place. After all, walking in a daze was very dangerous. Just now, he almost bumped into the elevator door to the next floor.

This elevator was not like the big iron door that Fang Qingyun had seen before, the kind that couldn't see anything when closed. Instead, it was more like a temporary device used on construction sites. The floor of the elevator was solid, but except for four fixed brackets on the side, the rest were made of iron wire. If you stuck your fingers out of the holes in the iron wire when going down, you might get your fingers pinched off.

The most eye-catching thing is the green smiley face that appears on the display screen above the elevator. This is the manager of the elevator, an AI. The AI ​​will automatically identify whether there are people inside, so as to control the activities of the elevator more accurately. In theory, if someone makes a dangerous action of extending his fingers, he should be stopped urgently by this AI.

Fang Qingyun approached the elevator with his bag on his back, but couldn't find any switch. Just when he was curious about how the elevator worked, the elevator door opened by itself, revealing the shabby and simple interior. The only thing that made Fang Qingyun feel a little familiar was probably the advertisement posted on the wire mesh, which read: Tendering for a Lohas Civilian Residential Area.

Fang Qingyun walked into the elevator, and the elevator door automatically closed and went down without Fang Qingyun having to press a button. This is not to say that this AI has the ability to read minds, but that this elevator only connects two floors. If the elevator between the second and third floors is on the easternmost side of the third floor, then the elevator between the third and fourth floors is on the westernmost side of the third floor. This very annoying setting makes skipping levels an unrealistic idea.

In other words, if Fang Qingyun wanted to go to the tenth floor underground, he had to measure the entire first to ninth floors on foot, and then take the elevator going down at the connection between the ninth and tenth floors.

Therefore, when Fang Qingyun entered the elevator, the elevator would naturally go down. After all, it only served these two floors, and this was the only option once he got on the elevator.

The energy-saving lamp was on above Fang Qingyun's head, and the metal floor was humming under Fang Qingyun's feet. The whole elevator was like a giant blood vessel, transporting the things inside to the next floor. This was just like the underground shelter in The Wandering Earth. The look back was a farewell to the whole world.

The elevator stopped quickly, and accompanied by a synthesized voice saying "Watch your step," Fang Qingyun walked out of the elevator and came to the next floor of the dragon fruit orchard. If the road sign next to it was correct, this was the Lohas slum concentration camp.

Perhaps it is because too many people have not taken care of it, the dilapidated residential areas on both sides of the road are almost integrated with nature. The style of the bungalows where many people lived in the past few years reminded Fang Qingyun of the buildings in Kung Fu. Green plants grow wildly everywhere, and vines such as ivy climb up the residential areas on both sides, hiding the entire wall under the green.

The road, which had not been repaired for a long time, was overgrown with weeds and mushrooms, making the benches placed on both sides of the road for tourists to rest seem extremely abrupt. But this is a slum concentration camp, so who are these so-called benches for?

Continue walking forward, and you will see a small bungalow standing beside the road with a tall neon sign on top with the words "Shrimp Fishing Ground" written on it. On the rolling door, there are also words "Shop for Rent" written on it, with a phone number attached at the end.

There was a notice board next to the rolling door of the small bungalow, but what attracted more attention was the obscene pattern painted with red paint by a daring person next to the notice board. Due to the long time, the handwriting on it was not clear anymore and could only be barely recognized:

The Lohas Community Management Committee announced that the President and the Minister of Food and Welfare will visit the community on the afternoon of February 27th. All residents are requested to gather in the atrium on that day to thank the President. We apologize for any inconvenience caused.

In addition, community residents have reported that they often smell the aroma of cooked food in the evening. We hope that all drug addicts will respect themselves. Private breeding and cooking of monsters is prohibited in this community, and violators will be punished according to law.

Furthermore, we have recently received complaints about perverts in the community park. The security office has electric shock wands for rent. Please take good care of them. If any damage occurs, we will compensate you at the original price.

...Okay, this setting is the same as in Fang Qingyun's memory. Using monsters to make a dish is a crime. God knows what people in this world eat. Could it be that they eat synthetic rations like corpse starch like in Warhammer 40k?

Moreover, the combination of technology and magic in this world is so close that the security room does not contain anti-wolf stun guns, but electric shock staffs... It's really amazing...

Fang Qingyun checked and found nothing to read on the notice board, so he continued to explore forward. Now he was becoming more and more curious about this world. He did not have this feeling when playing games in his previous life, but after experiencing it personally, he now became interested in everything in this world.

This is simply a blue ocean waiting to be developed. As a full collector, Fang Qingyun is eager to try it. Just mastering all the technologies in this dungeon is enough to increase the productivity of hell by several levels, not to mention magic and the like.

If he mastered magic thoroughly, Fang Qingyun had the confidence that he could improve it and create a true resurrection technique. He only needed to find the soul left behind when the person died, and then follow the clues to temporarily transform that person's soul into a ghost, and then take a dip in the Holy Grail River to let the soul remember the body on its own.

This ability is comparable to being sworn brothers with the King of Hell. If you travel to some other worlds in the future, you can use this ability to resurrect to make up for some regrets. For example, when Wan Fang Qingyun came to the world of Dona Dona, the world's mutation killed Shadow, so he had a way to revive Shadow and save Alice from that state of seeking death.

Although according to the Grimoire of Fate, every character will grow after experiencing certain things, thereby enhancing the effects and abilities of the cards, Fang Qingyun is not so cruel as to force someone's family to be destroyed, kill their relatives to force them to grow, and then use the conditions of resurrection to force them to become a card just for the sake of a powerful card.

This kind of behavior made Fang Qingyun, who had received education from his previous life, feel disgusted and repulsive from the bottom of his heart. If he met such a person, Fang Qingyun would probably kill him directly. If you do such a disgusting thing, even the King of Hell will record it for me if I kill you.

"Hey! Zombies!" Fang Qingyun heard Ximi's greeting from afar. He looked into the distance and found Ximi floating on a small bridge and waving to him. Fang Qingyun glanced around and there was nothing interesting around, so he walked towards Ximi.

When Fang Qingyun got closer, he found that there was a skeleton fisherman next to Ximi. He was wearing old-fashioned clothes and a round hat, and there was an obvious tooth missing in his mouth. He was holding a fishing rod in his hand, but unfortunately the length of the fishing line might not be enough. It couldn't touch the water when it was thrown after being thrown from the bridge. The fisherman didn't know how to adjust it, and the small fish hanging on the bait were dried up into skeletons.

The small river that is bridged is actually only calf-deep. Looking down from the bridge, it seems to be about two stories high, but underneath is full of blue shrimps with their claws and fangs bared.

“Look, there are so many small fish and shrimps underneath.” Ximi pointed under the small bridge. Fang Qingyun lowered his head and pointed at the shrimps underneath with an expression that said, “Are you kidding me?” This guy almost mistook me for a duck before. Now there are at least several of them underground, and this one is as big as a car... You call these shrimps?

Besides, aren't these shrimps very territorial? Why are they gathering here?

"I really hope they won't be killed by some evil zombies later." Ximi looked at Fang Qingyun with a teasing smile. Fang Qingyun rolled his eyes. I haven't tried to fight them with this set of equipment yet. If I go down and chop blindly, I'm afraid I'll be chopped into pieces by several sharp forelimbs.

"Jumping into the water to catch shrimps is cheating, young man." The skeleton old man moved, and the sudden sound scared Fang Qingyun. If the skeleton fisherman had not moved, Fang Qingyun would have thought he was dead.

Chapter 184: Oh my goodness, there are three people with the surname Zhang here

Fang Qingyun rolled up his trouser legs and jumped off the bridge to prepare for a surprise attack. Since he had witnessed the whole process of how the big toads spit venom balls at the shrimps and how they were bounced off by the shrimps' shells, he estimated that the venom should have little effect. So he stimulated the power of electricity in his body. Purple electric current surrounded the war hammer, and with the help of his strengthened muscles, he hammered down heavily on the shrimp.

Fang Qingyun's strength is no longer what it used to be. When he faced the Pipixia, he used a kitchen knife and shield that were not suitable for hunting large monsters, and he only ate two kinds of food, both of which were functional. But now he not only has a war hammer specifically for dealing with heavily armored monsters, but also wears a set of medium-sized armor. He has ate seven or eight kinds of food, and at least half of them are dishes that enhance physical fitness and combat effectiveness.

Coupled with the gravitational potential energy of the high-altitude surprise attack, Fang Qingyun's first attack was successful. With one blow of the hammer, the shell that had originally given Fang Qingyun a headache was easily broken into several pieces like a fragile biscuit. The armor-piercing cone fiercely nailed into the skull of the shrimp, splitting the head of the shrimp, which was unable to raise its head due to its body structure.

At this time, the power of thunder and lightning finally arrived, and several purple arcs flashed on the body of the shrimp, and the air was filled with a faint smell of burnt and ozone.

The surrounding shrimps heard the loud noise and began to gather around. Although the shrimps here live in groups, their number is not as large as the dozen or so giant toads. Only two or three of them were attracted and gathered together at once, but if you are not careful, you will end up capsizing.

Ximi, who was on the top, saw Fang Qingyun's momentum in taking the lead and killing a shrimp in seconds, so he naturally stopped worrying about his safety and sighed: "The apprentice's current level is really good."

The Skeleton Fisherman next to him followed up with a question: "Boss, I heard that your apprentice wants to borrow my kitchen for a while. Are you teaching him how to cook?"

"Yes," Ximi answered the fisherman's question and added his own thoughts: "In this era, almost no one knows how to cook. If we don't find a way to pass down the recipes, future generations won't even know how to make the simplest braised pork rice."

"Ha!" The fisherman laughed, "This reminds me of the past... Two little girls came to me and asked me to teach them how to cook for the same reason! But now I have forgotten how to start a fire."

The fisherman sighed and said, "I don't know what's happening to the two girls now."

Ximi, one of the two girls described by the fisherman, smiled and nodded, and said with full energy: "I believe they are both doing well and are very grateful to you."

"Ha, thank you for your kind words." The fisherman stretched lazily, his joints crackling, and then he changed the position of the fishing rod and lowered it: "Then my old bones can be regarded as making a contribution."

After killing the first Pi Pi shrimp, Fang Qingyun realized how powerful he was now. Facing the Pi Pi shrimp that was like a rookie killer at the beginning, Fang Qingyun could easily gain the upper hand. The machete-like forelimbs could be easily blocked by Fang Qingyun's war hammer. If he had a dagger with him, he could even hold the war hammer with one hand to block the knife, and use the other hand to take out the dagger to make a hole for the Pi Pi shrimp.

The eight sharp mobile limbs of the Pipi Shrimp, which were like short spears, could not break through the defense of the armor on Fang Qingyun's body, and could not even leave a white spot. Although the armor and the Pipi Shrimp were of the same origin, this set of armor was the product of melting several pieces of Pipi Shrimp shells, which was equivalent to compressing the armor three times, and ordinary swords could not cut it.

Fang Qingyun was now able to handle the joint attack of the three Pipi shrimps with ease. After having a general understanding of the defensive power of his armor, he exposed a flaw and withdrew from the siege of the three Pipi shrimps with his mobility advantage, turning to attack the Pipi shrimps on the right wing from the side. The advantage of this angle turned the Pipi shrimps that were originally in a state of encirclement into a long snake formation, and the only one that could attack Fang Qingyun was the Pipi shrimp on the right wing.

He easily dodged a blow from one forelimb, and while pulling his warhammer back to gather power, he used his thick shoulder armor to block the blow from another forelimb. Then, with the sound of crackling lightning and whistling wind, he struck the back of the shrimp's head with the hammer that had gathered enough power.

When the broad war hammer hit the back of Pipixia's head, Fang Qingyun realized that "eyes bloodshot" was not just an idiom to describe emotions...

The shrimp was killed on the spot after being hit on the back of its head. The shell on the back of its head was smashed into pieces, revealing the snow-white shrimp meat. Seeing this, Ximi on the top of the head exclaimed: "This is a cruel blow!"

Relying on the advantages of high mobility and armor-piercing ability, Fang Qingyun quickly dealt with the remaining two shrimps, cut up their bodies and put them into plastic bags.

Perhaps it was because they saw Fang Qingyun's terrifying fighting ability, that when Fang Qingyun was wading through the water, not a single shrimp dared to cause trouble for him. This was also a good thing, as it saved Fang Qingyun the trouble of dealing with them again.

After breaking free from his phosphorus wings, Fang Qingyun flew up from under the river bank and landed on the river bank. It must be said that having wings is convenient. He even began to worry about what kind of joke he would make when he left this world without wings.

On the river bank, there was a red plastic cloth sign on an iron support with "Zhang Bo Breakfast Shop" written on it and a big arrow drawn on it. Fang Qingyun looked in the direction of the arrow and found that Ximi had left the fisherman at some point and was waiting for him here.

The conditions at Zhang Bo's breakfast shop are obviously much better than what Ximi had prepared for Fang Qingyun. The mobile cart has been fully unfolded, and the surrounding folding tables and plastic-backed chairs all demonstrate the atmosphere of life that once existed here. There is also a price list on the cart, and next to the price list is a Polaroid photo taped together, which has faded badly.

The photo seems to be a group photo of Zhang Bo and Ximi, and the two seem to be comparing the size of the seafood they have caught: Zhang Bo was still a normal person at the time, wearing a pair of black-framed glasses and having the serious look of a middle-aged intellectual. In his hand, he was holding a small shrimp he had just caught, which was probably about the length of his arm. The young Ximi next to him should still be a student, wearing a pullover, showing off the fish he had just caught.

It seems that Ximi should have enjoyed the benefits of the novice period of fishing, so Zhang Bo's expression seems a bit serious. I don't know if he is mentally unbalanced or he is used to it... But considering the state of Zhang Bo missing a tooth when he saw the skeleton body just now, Fang Qingyun has reason to believe that Zhang Bo is so serious because he is worried that his teeth will leak when he smiles.

When Fang Qingyun walked to the mobile stall, he discovered two skeletons standing behind it. One was Khamul whom he had met before, the weaponsmith with mushrooms growing on his head. The other skeleton was wearing thick armor and a Spartan-style... horned helmet on his head. The head alone was much taller than Fang Qingyun and looked very capable of fighting.

This skeleton as strong as a bear is Zhiwei. At that time, Khamur ran over to tell Ximi that someone had exploded the gas tank, and the culprit was Zhiwei.

Khamur was just a normal, slightly thin skeleton, standing in front of Zhiwei like a child. Fang Qingyun estimated that if Zhiwei was a zombie, he would be taller, taller, and taller than Fang Qingyun.

"So, boss, do you want to explain to the newcomer why you, a necromancer, want to study monster cuisine?" Khamur started chatting with Ximi, and the question he asked was exactly what Fang Qingyun wanted to ask. In order to make monster cuisine, Ximi risked breaking the law and gave up a stable job in the government... Is there any benefit for her in this?

"Oh, when I was still alive, I was indeed a necromancer who took on cases diligently and worked hard to improve my abilities," Ximi answered Hamul's question, and also explained to Fang Qingyun: "Among my roommates at the time, there happened to be an idiot who worked at a monster breeding farm."

Recalling the beautiful past that seemed to have happened yesterday, Ximi couldn't help but smile: "At that time, she secretly brought back a few fish monsters from the monster breeding farm. I still remember her stupid look when she shouted 'I can't stand it anymore, I really want to eat a real grilled fish'"

If Fang Qingyun guessed correctly, the "she" who wanted to eat grilled fish was Ximi's good friend, the so-called king of the forest, Juer.

“However, we didn’t have any cooking utensils at the time, and we also lacked experience in dealing with monsters.” The scene of us frantically dealing with the monster was still vivid in Simi’s mind. He thought of himself not knowing what to do after knocking the struggling fish unconscious with the back of a knife, and couldn’t help laughing out loud: “Just when the fish was about to go bad, I, a smart guy, had an idea——”

"You know that manipulating bones and corpses is the basis of necromancers, right?" Simi demonstrated by using magic to manipulate a dead catfish, making it float in his hand, and even playfully made the catfish do a tap dance using its tail as feet.

As the fish danced, the meat and bones separated by themselves, and then the complete fish skeleton that was peeled off and the flesh after the bones were separated began to dance a duet. The exquisite dancing posture conquered Fang Qingyun's not-so-high artistic accomplishment. When the fish bones and fish meat finished their joyful farewell dance, he even applauded.

"Look?" Ximi snapped his fingers, bringing Fang Qingyun back to his senses, and then showed the complete bones and fish meat in his hand: "Don't you think this is suitable for cooking?"

...It was really impossible to refute, Fang Qingyun had to admit it. After all, one of the reasons why he didn't like eating fish was that there were too many fish bones, so when eating with rice, it was easy for fish to get stuck in the teeth and prick the mouth. It was not as easy to eat as other meats. If fish bones could be disposed of so easily, maybe he wouldn't hate fish so much, right?

Chapter 185: As long as you work hard, everyone is a beast, I mean... the God of Cooking

"Just use a simple necromancy to remove the bones, manually scrape off the scales, and then roast it with an entry-level will-o'-the-wisp." Ximi began to operate carefully. The blue will-o'-the-wisp rose from her palms, roasting the catfish floating in the air. With her careful operation, some flames drilled into the holes left by the catfish's mouth and skeleton to ensure that the fish would not be burnt or undercooked.

"Clang clang! A simple steamed fish is ready!" Ximi gave a thumbs up and showed the dish in her hand...

Fang Qingyun looked at the completely changed dish with a look of "are you kidding me"... This is at most a braised dish, right? How did it become steamed? And it was roasted with ghost fire, how come even the species of ingredients changed? What the hell is this shy boned meat? Eating this will definitely make you lose your mind!

"Hehe, don't care about so many details. Do you still want to hear me continue the story?" Ximi coughed to cover up his guilty conscience.

Fang Qingyun snapped his fingers and spread his hands, raised his eyebrows and stretched his palms forward, asking Ximi to continue her performance.

"..." Zhiwei patted the shoulder of Khamur next to him and lowered his head... well, he was not short enough, so he bent down and got close to Khamur's ear... well, the skeleton didn't seem to have that organ, so he got close to the side of the skull and whispered, "Have you noticed that the boss is very excited today... She used to talk a lot, but not as much as today."

After hearing what was said, Khamur grabbed Zhiwei's head and whispered to him: "We have created a person who can understand words. Except for not being able to speak or complain, we have found a new friend. Her crazy personality will definitely be exaggerated."

After hearing this, Zhiwei shrugged indifferently. Although he was a little stupid, he and Ximi were friends before. Besides, he had been in a relationship and had a girlfriend who was almost ready to get married. However, his girlfriend was in the form of a skeleton now, but at least she still remembered him. Therefore, he was relatively accurate in his judgment of love.

Although Ximi looked carefree before, she was actually lonelier than anyone else, and it seemed that she didn't consider them as her good friends at all...or rather, when Ximi looked at them, there was always a lingering sadness in her eyes. Now that she had someone to communicate with, Ximi seemed to have returned to the time when they first shared the apartment, and became the socially adept one among everyone.

"Therefore, after discovering that I have a talent for this, I have completely embarked on the road of cooking, and there is no turning back." When Ximi described her past choices, she did not look overwhelmed with emotion. Cooking seemed to be her hobby, and it was worth it for her to give up a stable job for her hobby: "Later, I began to notice that there were fewer and fewer people in the world who knew how to cook, and I realized that I had to do something."

Ximi's mouth began to smile: "So my friends and I summarized our cooking experience into a monster recipe book. We spent a lot of time writing these books, but in the end there was no one to share them with. You know, we died here."

Ximi lowered her eyebrows and her smile looked a little forced, but she quickly cheered up and looked at Khamur and Zhiwei who were whispering behind her. She used a scolding and a smile to hold back the emotion that was about to overflow: "Hey, are you guys going to listen to my stories all day? Go to work!"

There is no expression on Khamul's skull face. This office worker who was always in trouble had a tendency to depression. However, he seems to be much better after his death and resurrection. "My job is to stay here in the blacksmith shop until someone asks me to make weapons. I think I do a good job."

Ximi was speechless for a moment. Sincerity is the most powerful killer move. She didn't know how to face Khamur's as if it was a matter of course. Although she didn't intend to face it, she just wanted to find an excuse to change the atmosphere.

Taking advantage of this awkward moment, Zhiwei saved the situation: "Boss, I need to take a day off tomorrow. I want to go out on a date with Yating."

The moment Ximi's ghost body heard Zhiwei's words, it turned into a human figure barely presented on the snow screen, becoming dislocated and weird, and her words began to stutter, mixed with some monosyllabic strange sounds: "The signal...is not good,...speak louder..."

"Forget it! I don't care. Anyway, I don't want to move around tomorrow!" Zhiwei chose to strike out of sheer singleness: "By the way, how did you do that?"

Ximi probably thought Zhiwei was going to make a comeback, so he continued to play dumb, acting like a network card. This time his voice was mixed with the crackling sound of electricity, making listening to this simple action a new form of torture: "You... say..."

"It's just like that." Zhiwei was obviously referring to Ximi's misplaced snow screen face. "Why can you transform? It looks disgusting [silenced], like a ball of pixel vomit."

"Who's disgusting?" Ximi was not angry. It was normal for friends to joke and swear at each other. "This is clearly a manifestation of strong willpower!"

"The undead can determine their appearance by their own will, which is why most ghosts wear clothes." Soon, the serious Ximi twisted his mouth and began to brag like the crooked-mouthed dragon king: "An excellent undead like me can determine my appearance by my will, watch out!"

After a moment's pause, Ximi's appearance became the same as Zhiwei's, and the ghost's little tail was also hidden by her. If the two Zhiweis were standing in front of Fang Qingyun at the beginning for him to distinguish them, he would definitely be dumbfounded.

"Look, I'm you now!" Ximi hummed twice, adjusting her girlish voice to Zhiwei's rough voice, and said in a funny tone: "Uh uh, I'm Zhiwei, I don't like working, I just want to have a holiday and bump my pelvis with my girlfriend..."

At that time, Fang Qingyun's expression management system malfunctioned, and the smile on his face suddenly broke out. It seemed that he considered that it was not good for Zhiwei to smile like this, so he gently pinched his cheeks, trying to hold back his smile like the two policemen in the Mermaid.

"Ah..." Zhiwei's voice was flat, and he seemed to be used to it. "So, boss, do I have a day off tomorrow? If not, I will go to the Labor Bureau to file a complaint."

"That needs someone to approve it for you." Ximi told a hellish joke. The dungeon was now abandoned and there was probably no one alive in the whole dungeon. Where could he find someone from the Labor Bureau to arbitrate? "Anyway, if you don't want to come tomorrow, then don't come. I'll find the guy next to you to take over."

Khamul, who was innocently affected, began to play dead: "I don't have time... I have to think about the meaning of my life next to the weapon shop tomorrow."

"You are so unreliable!" Ximi cursed with a smile, and started to chase him away jokingly: "Get out of here, do what you need to do."

Seeing that it was unlikely that the incident would happen to him, Ximi did not get angry, so Khamur and Zhiwei walked to the weapon shop and started fishing openly: "...Zhiwei, where do you think your position is in this universe? I have been thinking about this question recently."

Seeing Fang Qingyun approaching, Khamur called out to Fang Qingyun again: "Zombie, when you know that you were created, won't your cognition be shaken?"

These words should have been said by the other party Qingyun...right?

...This question is actually quite unsophisticated. When a person tries his best just to survive, he will not think about these trivial things. When Fang Qingyun was still thinking about how to express his consciousness, Zhiwei had already given his answer.

He cleared his throat first, and pretended to be crazy and changed his voice to that of a devil: "My destiny is the battlefield! Only when I swing my battle axe, tear the enemies in front of me into pieces, and bathe in their blood, can I feel my own..."

Well, who picked the bloodhound? The kind that's about to collapse with serious injuries?

Fang Qingyun patted Zhiwei on the back, and in an instant, Zhiwei, the devil of the world, could no longer pretend, and returned to his original polite boy appearance: "Hi, hello, I am Lin Zhiwei from Changbanpo, the son of Lin Guanyu"

...Okay, he is also a sunny boy with a strong desire to show off, just like me. He seems to be socially adept and a good cosplayer, but in fact he doesn't even dare to fight with others for the shared armrests and would rather shrink in the corner of the seat.

"Zhiwei is the boss's first work, so there are some technical problems. Please forgive me." Khamur joked with Fang Qingyun in a calm tone, and his words were insulting in a roundabout way. Even a fool should be able to hear that he was not smart.

Obviously, Zhiwei heard the subtext of Khamur's words, and he retorted: "You are the one with technical problems! If the boss didn't forbid us to have the senior and junior system, I would have you retrained today. Do you believe it?"

Looking at the two people playing with each other, anyone with normal vision can see how deep the brotherhood between these two good friends is.

As for the question that Khamur just asked, Fang Qingyun found it easy to answer. He gestured to Khamur a few times and finally got a dictionary. By flipping through the dictionary, he pieced together four words.

"...Live in the present?" Khamur was silent. He sighed and stretched lazily with relief: "Yeah, that's right. No matter whether we are particles in the universe or a string of code in a computer, we just need to live in the present and do our best."

Seeing that the atmosphere was becoming tense, Zhiwei quickly stepped out to steer the topic in another direction: "Speaking of which...how did Uncle Zhang's shrimp fishing ground and breakfast shop survive until now? With such illegality, I think it would be normal if the police came and demolished it all one day."

"Ha!" Hamur recovered from his original relief. He shook his head and expressed his dissatisfaction with that era: "In that crazy era, selling breakfast and drug trafficking were the same crime. Zhang Bo was the boss's master. He naturally knew how to make shrimp soup dumplings that could make the police turn a blind eye."

Chapter 186: Not all games with mushrooms are called Super Mario

...Shrimp soup dumplings? If you eat this stuff often, won't your purine level be sky-high? High uric acid can lead to gout, which is something that some people cannot avoid.

By the way, how could Zhang Bo have such a skill? Fang Qingyun couldn't remember the details of this corner, and he didn't know whether it was the original setting in the game or the result of a mutation.