Chapter 4 A Little Wish

"Well, let's leave it like this for now. If it's not suitable, we can change people later!"

Ning Zheng, who became confident, planned to start recruiting people formally.

After all, Zhujian Villa has been vacant for several days, and everything is in ruins. He is ready to welcome new friends to visit.

He didn't expect to live in Zhujian Villa.

It's also good for him to live in Lingzhuang at the foot of the mountain. Everyone here is a genius, and the lovely elders and villagers are a source of income.

Soon, Xiao Ai made a simple official website, and someone left a message.

[Road Rage Ouni: 100% virtual simulation? Are you kidding me? And the so-called host of this game, is he recruiting a dog planner in the game? ]

[Handsome Second Generation: I think it's interesting. Let some players be planners and some players, and manage themselves. I'm interested. ]

[Fangqing: It should be a special way of playing. I'll do it. I'm the best at managing these stinky leeks who talk nonsense! ]

There are not many messages. There are only a few hundred messages in a whole day. It doesn't seem to be very popular.

"I actually got in touch with you!"

Ning Zheng felt a sense of familiarity when he looked at his friends in his hometown. The familiar Chinese characters made him feel like he was back home when he was a slave in another world.

He had mediocre forging talent when he came to this world. He was targeted by these monsters all day long, and even the slaves bullied him.

He was in a state of panic every day when he fled to the foot of the mountain. There was not even a living person.

In the past 20 years, although he had developed a tolerant and steady character, his spirit was on the verge of collapse and he was almost going crazy!

Everything is different now.

After connecting to his hometown, he felt tears welling up in his eyes when he saw the familiar words.

"Xiao Ai."

[I am here]

"Thank you, Fate Gambling Table and Xiao Ai, thank you."

He is not a hypocritical person. He is very grateful for this "fate" over the years, which gave him the confidence to fight hard with those monsters in this cruel and terrible world.

Xiao Ai: [You're welcome. Please work hard. Life kisses me with pain, but I repay it with songs. ]

Although Xiao Ai looks dumb, she has a wide vocabulary and seems to comfort people occasionally, which is quite heartwarming.

Xiao Ai: [According to the comparison of active data of the game, the probability of sudden death of the game is as high as 99%. ]

According to the analysis of Xiao Ai's assistant, generally, for this kind of game with almost no publicity, it is good to have a few thousand people, and it will be a sudden death like most games.

After all, the game is very competitive now!

"Ai, it's okay."

"I only need a hundred people now."

Ning Zheng was a little puzzled. Why did she need so many people?

There is a lot of work to be done, and it is just right to get a hundred friends to visit here.

No matter how many people there are, we can't afford to support them now, and we can't manage them.

Xiao Ai gave a suggestion: [Master, it is recommended to set 100 quotas for the first test, and 900 viewers in the form of wandering souls can be set, for a total of 1,000 people. ]

Xiao Ai said that the main feature of this niche game is social management.

There is no combat system, but there is a unique "spectator system" that can switch the perspective of the blacksmith.

It is mainly a small circle of sword-making enthusiasts who watch a blacksmith making swords and learn sword-making experience.

Ning Zheng originally didn't want to make it so complicated.

But Xiao Ai said that tourists are in the queue waiting for landing, so Ning Zheng accepted it by taking turns to work 24 hours a day to keep the place full.

But he was thinking about another aspect of the problem.

He has been lonely for a long time, and it is true that he is very hospitable. In his understanding, it is probably like opening an inn, welcoming tourists, and people come to the door to play the blacksmith and chat.

But the luck merchants have to make deals after all!

I provide the game, and they provide the luck.

It is normal to be unlucky in order to play games, right?

And Xiao Ai's assistant also said that this does not seem to affect their real life, and there will be no side effects in reality, and it will not cause harm to them, so he is relieved.

However, how much to cut is a problem.

A normal ordinary person has a daily luck value of about 10 points.

Less than 5 points is bad luck!

They may even be seriously injured, die, fall into a manure pit, get pierced in the eye by a wooden thorn, become possessed and lose their strength, and have bad things happen like crazy... It can be said that they are possessed by the god of plague and pursued by the god of death.

If they come in, they will probably die soon.

From 7 to 6 o'clock, this is a little bit unlucky, usually just bird shit on the head.

Ning Zheng thinks that the cute little blacksmiths may not be able to accept it.

Bird shit is the most common sign of bad luck, and it is also the most harmless and safest.

The reason for the frequent appearance is also very simple. There are many crows above the heads of this mountain area. If you are unlucky, it is normal to drop bird shit.

This is a local specialty of the region.

People who do not live in this area will never know how bad that group of crows is.

They are very smart, aiming at you and dropping airdrops, and making a proud roar.

The creatures standing at the top of the food chain here are not the resentful souls living in Lingzhuang, but the crows that shit on the heads of the resentful souls every day.

Ning Zheng maintains 15 points of luck higher than ordinary people, not for anything else, but mainly to avoid being attacked by those damn crows!

Before, when there was no luck to protect him, the pain he endured was unbearable to look back on.

He always carried an umbrella and a sword when he went out.

Ning Zheng wanted to kill these crows a long time ago and return the clear sky to this mountain range.

In short, according to his current thinking, each person absorbs 2 points, and there are 8 points left normally, so there are almost no side effects, and they can live happily.

After all, playing games is about happiness.

He remembered that he was so happy playing the arcade King of Fighters with his friends when he was a child, and naturally hoped that they could be so happy.

He is willing to benefit each other and bring everyone the joy of enjoying the game within his ability.

The only regret is that this "tourist inn" is so conscientiously managed, when will it pay off?

Alas.

Among the three options, this one should be the safest and the one with the least gains.

...

...

The next morning.

Ning Zheng finished her meal early, interacted with her sister for a while, and then prepared for today's work with anticipation and curiosity, and went up the mountain to [open the server].

Today is the day for the villa to recruit people, and it is also the first time for her to preside over the sword forging work after becoming the head of the family. She is somewhat expectant and uneasy.

She doesn't know how to recruit regular villagers, and she can't recruit them. She can only study these special blacksmiths slowly.

"Brother, have a safe trip to the villa."

Ning Jiao Jiao handed the package and sword to Ning Zheng as usual, and gently saw him off at the door.

Ning Zheng nodded, "Well, today is special. The villa is recruiting people. I may be back late. If it's late, you can eat first."

He paused, "Our life will get better and better."

Ning Jiao Jiao's eyes lit up, full of dreams and longings, "Really? Find someone to jump into the well as bait for me, I also want to fish! Don't get caught!"

Ning Zheng was stunned for a moment. I didn't expect her resentment to be so deep. She smiled and said, "Then we will be together at the wellhead, drinking tea, holding fishing rods, enjoying the fun of fishing, and we don't have to starve anymore."

The weather today is not very good.

The gloomy black clouds squeezed the sky, and the cold wind blew the trees under the whole mountain. The surrounding environment was dark, which made people feel frightened.

On the first day of opening, of course, the first thing to do was to recruit stewards and blacksmiths.

He took a mask and made himself look like a white-haired old man, playing the role of the old steward of the previous generation who was about to retire.

It is not appropriate for him to appear in person as the owner of the villa.

One is that his young appearance does not look credible.

The second is that the cultivation is too low, which is easy to be exposed. It is better to keep a face and keep mysterious and powerful.

The third is to be on guard against others.

Next, Ning Zheng walked along the mountain road, recalling how the old steward received, settled, and taught the new blacksmiths, and improved it.

Because he really couldn't make that kind of harsh and abusive face, a gentle style was also very good.

Although he has been enduring darkness, deductions, and oppression in this world.

But he still believes that if you treat others with sincerity, others will treat you with sincerity.

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...

The game of "Sword Casting Villa" was pitch black.

"Please enter a name, three to four characters."

"Jiu Cairong."

After typing three characters, the eyes suddenly went black.

Click!

At eight o'clock in the morning, a thunder in the sky re-lit up the whole world.

"Come in? It's a small workshop, it's too simple! Where's the face-pinching! Where's the krypton gold! Where's the race! Where's the gender!"

Jiu Cairong complained, and suddenly a look of shock appeared on his face.

Because he immediately felt the wind rustling and hitting his face softly.

He stood in a forest and could smell the fresh soil in the air.

The moist feeling of the morning mist hitting the skin, the buzzing of flies flying in the ears, the fragrant smell of fruit trees, and the strange gloomy and terrifying atmosphere of the distant mountains.

"My God! This scenery..."

He looked up and looked at the vast sky, with an incredible shock in his eyes.

Strong wind.

Dark clouds.

It felt like wandering in a beautiful fairy tale world!

Puff.

The bird shit that suddenly fell on his head.

"What's that?"

He touched his head with his hand and sniffed it. He seemed to have not yet realized what it was, and instinctively licked his fingers.

"Why does it smell..." He pursed his lips and thought, frowned, and fell into thought again. His expression finally began to twist and turn painful.

Damn!

Awesome! ! !

He couldn't help but be moved to tears. He bent over and pinched his throat with his fingers, and vomited in big mouthfuls.

Ah~~ Ah~!

Crows flew across the sky, clamoring, as if mocking.

"Fuck, you are such a wild monster... You are like the monkeys in a certain scenic spot!"

Jiu Cairong, standing on the lawn, silently remembered this grudge and felt everything in nature.

Feeling the twitching and spasming of the stomach, the strong feeling of vomiting, every nerve seemed to be blooming with a wonderful chemical effect, making him feel more and more that he was actually alive in this magical world.

It's so cool!

The wind hitting the body is more refreshing than drinking a refreshing soda.

How can it be so real! !

"Try it again." He suddenly realized, biting the bark of the big tree next to him with his big white teeth, taking a bite, and feeling the bitterness and sweetness on his taste buds.

"Crap, crap! Can you really eat in this game? How do you do it!?"

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