Chapter 3168 Don't Continue!

Li Yao was still thinking about the day's affairs.

Although he was far away from the networker at that time, he didn't see the scene clearly, but I don't know if he was hallucinating. He seemed to hear the sound of the chandelier breaking, falling, and the networker's tendons breaking.

Later, when the crowd was commotion and the crowd fled, he also vaguely saw the bright red blood on the booth, like a winding snake, sticking out its tongue at him, trying to convey some message to him.

Later, I heard the news that the Internet expert was seriously injured and passed away with regret.

With the development of information in modern society, most young people have seen many accidents, bloody and brutal videos, and their psychological endurance is not that bad.

But Li Yao's heart was still beating "bubu", and his mind was full of this matter.

Is it... fear?

No, in addition to fear, it is more doubts, and there is an inexplicable thing that flows continuously in the brain circuit.

Li Yao recalled the deaths of those two masters in the fields of Eastern and Western fantasy and animation, Gilson and Takaya Yoshihiro.

After a long time of fermentation, these two incidents have caused an uproar in the small circles of fantasy literature and animation lovers, with various half-true posts flying all over the sky, as well as spontaneous condolences from netizens and so on.

It stands to reason that Li Yao is not a particularly fanatical fan of fantasy literature or comics, so there is no need to join in the fun.

But he couldn't help but read the news about the passing of the two masters again and again, not letting go of every photo, and compared the two pieces of news with the accident at the animation festival.

He didn't know why he did it.

A mahjong-loving Fuso cartoonist, a ruthless master of Western fantasy literature, and a local Internet writer have nothing in common, and there is no possible connection.

Although it is a bit of a coincidence that the accident occurred almost at the same time, there are so many fantasy, science fiction, and fantasy literature authors in the world, as well as a large number of cartoonists, animation game producers, and ten times more practitioners. strangeness.

But Li Yao just felt, just felt...

Looking out through the slanting wind and drizzle on the balcony, the entire Jiangnan University City is shining with yellow fireworks under the twilight. Not far away, it has just been repaired. They are all colorful flower umbrellas, forming a gorgeous world like a kaleidoscope.

This world seems to be a little more monotonous than the last second.

No, not now, to be more precise, when the hot headlight fell from the sky and hit the head of the network writer, Li Yao felt that the "tone" of the whole world became more monotonous and gloomy than the last second a little.

It is as if a world originally composed of 18,000 colors has lost one color, leaving only 17,999 colors.

Perhaps, one day, the whole world will become black and white, or even black and white will not exist, leaving only a dead gray, forever and ever.

"What kind of hysteria am I having?"

Li Yao woke up from a trance, couldn't help laughing, and smacked his head hard, "Did I watch too much or have too many strange dreams, what is my head full of random thoughts?"

It's graduation season now.

The students are busy writing papers, doing internships, looking for jobs, and meeting the first wave of shocks brought to them by society.

Li Yao's grades and family are mediocre, and they can't reach the level where he can detach himself and daydream all day long.

He doesn't have a strong sense of professionalism and aggressiveness, but he hasn't degenerated to the point of playing with things and giving up on himself. Anyway, he is just one of the three thousand mortals, an ordinary one among all living beings. Sixty Long Live can cover the vast majority of the six or seven billion people in the world, isn't that the case?

"Stop thinking about these useless things."

Li Yao took a deep breath, stretched his hands out of the balcony, caught a handful of icy raindrops, and rubbed his hot face vigorously, "I'm daydreaming all day, can I still get a good job? Starting tomorrow, I really can't." If you go down like this, you have to prepare your graduation thesis, attend job fairs, try to find a job with better development opportunities, buy a house, buy a car, marry a wife, and have children... Having said that, it’s really hard to work this year Look, the house price is so high now, I don’t know when will I be able to get the down payment, who will marry you if you don’t have a house?”

Li Yao sighed, feeling a sense of powerlessness in his bones.

He always felt that there was an invisible film covering his head and brain, making him unable to see the direction, unable to breathe, let alone exert himself.

Perhaps, this is the case in real life, where there is a lot of pressure, and everyone must do their best and be exhausted in order to gain some breathing room in the steel jungle, and only then can they be considered as fulfilling their responsibilities and missions.

It's better to be down-to-earth and compare prices in a down-to-earth way. After all, he is no longer the age where he can dream irresponsibly and casually.

You can't live in absurd dreams all your life and never grow up, right?

Li Yao shook his head vigorously, trying to get rid of all the messy thoughts, the accidents during the day, the death of the masters of Eastern and Western fantasy, including the lipstick-painted Tyrannosaurus rex in the dream.

Simply wash up, climb into his own bunk bed, and throw the whole body into the bedding. The body is extremely tired, but the brain is extremely awake, resisting the idea of ​​falling asleep. He doesn't know. What on earth is he going to do with a lipstick-painted Tyrannosaurus rex who invites him again to "wake up and fight."

Li Yao slid open the phone, ready to browse a few more news and posts.

In the WeChat pop-up window, Zhao Kai's avatar flickered, but he was sent a link to "Forty Thousand Years of Cultivation".

It seems that Zhao Kai was really fascinated and excited by watching it.

Li Yao was not in any mood at first. He said that from tomorrow onwards, he can no longer be so depraved, he must work hard, struggle, study hard and improve every day!

But, ahem, isn't it tomorrow?

Li Yao casually clicked on the link, and was ready to close the webpage at any time.

Skipping the unknown title of the book, it is a slightly exaggerated introduction:

["This is a 'Sirius' class spar warship, weighing 390 million tons, manned by 1,523 practitioners of the Qi refining period, and the main control crystal brain calculates 90 million calculations per second The divine sense, the 'computing power' is comparable to the Nascent Soul monster, and can suppress a planet in an instant!"

Li Yaozhuo stood on the endless sea of ​​stars, looked at the huge monster in front of him, and silently calculated in his heart, "It will take me 7 seconds to dismantle this battleship into scrap metal!"

In the 40,000s of comprehension, an ordinary frontier boy roared to the stars, a passionate legend who ruled the galaxy! 】

Seeing his name appearing in the briefing in such a majestic manner, and still appearing majestic and serious, Li Yao didn't feel any excitement in his heart, but was a little embarrassed and wanted to laugh.

This profile is so silly.

What Nascent Soul monster, what computing power, what master control crystal brain, what is it all about!

Howling about the stars and dominating the Milky Way, the current author can't even write about the battle between two villages, yet he dares to write about planets, the Milky Way, and the universe.

As for the word "hot blood", judging from Li Yao's limited online reading experience, it means that the author will use a lot of exclamation points.

Li Yao yawned and slid the reading interface to the top.

Uh, isn't this a comprehension book? Why is it classified into the science fiction column?

If this kind of "roaring stars and dominating the galaxy" stuff can be considered science fiction, then the snail is also a cow.

Just the title, introduction and division of columns made Li Yao lose 90% of his interest.

However, afraid that Zhao Kai would ask about it tomorrow morning, he still prepared to scan two chapters to deal with it.

Li Yao clicked "Read Text" and opened the first chapter, which is called "The Tomb of the Magic Treasure".

Magic weapon tomb?

For some reason, Li Yao's heartbeat was suddenly disrupted.

It was like a short needle ten thousand times thinner than a hair, which almost didn't exist, lightly pierced his heart.

wake up! wake up!

The heroic spirit who has been sleeping for hundreds of millions of years, wake up!

The war has been waged, and the horns are roaring!

The multiverse sea needs you, we... need you!

"What the hell? I've been worrying about graduating and finding a job during this time. I didn't sleep well. Is my neurasthenia?"

Li Yao plucked his ears hard to get rid of the annoying noise, rubbed his heart again, and continued to read.

[Rust Lake.

Federal No. 23 Special Waste Disposal Site.

Also known as the "Magic Tomb".

With the continuous development of self-cultivation civilization, magic weapons that used to be aloof and only capable of being driven by self-cultivators have entered thousands of households and become an essential tool for ordinary people to travel, study and work at home.

While bringing convenience to life, it also produces a large amount of scrapped magic weapons and metal waste.

Most of these rubbish magic weapons have a lot of spiritual power left, which is easy to cause radiation pollution, and the talisman formations used to construct the magic weapons are extremely unstable, and there is even a risk of explosion. If left unattended, it will cause great damage to the environment.

Therefore, around every major city in the Federation, there will always be several "special garbage disposal sites" dedicated to disposing of scrapped magic weapons.

The No. 23 special waste disposal site is located in the southern outskirts of "Fuge City", an important training town in the Federation...]

Li Yao was stunned for a long time looking at these few lines.

Indeed, as Yu Xin said, the style of writing is quite...clumsy, and it can only be regarded as barely explaining things clearly, and the background setting is not too outstanding. I don't usually read much on the Internet, and I have read no less than ten books like Junkyard at the beginning. He simply can't understand why these authors are so enthusiastic about Junkyard, or they didn't use their brains when they wrote it, just just " Learn from" a bit?

"This is an unremarkable, shoddy, pseudo-sci-fi online book that can be seen everywhere. There is no need to waste time."

Li Yao bit his lips tightly, and warned himself in a sharp voice, "Don't watch it, there's no need to watch it anymore, don't go on, don't go on, don't go on!"