Let the Scourge Go to the Right Path, and You Make Games to Reward Them?

Chapter 316 You Don’t Understand Anything (26)

Counting his income, Chang Ping felt that he had found a smooth road.

Six spirit stones a day, and it is extremely simple to maintain. You can make money by moving cards into the game, which can be said to be a huge profit.

Compared with the Paradise City he made with Dao Jue, the current method is simple to make, and as long as there is an idea, it can be quickly cashed out, which makes Chang Ping think that the God of Wealth will like it after seeing it.

Just as he was thinking about it, he saw Li Cheng walked in with a serious face, and after coming in, he sighed: "Something happened again."

"What happened?" Chang Ping asked in confusion.

"Before, a game appeared, which was circulated for a period of time under the name of Fangwai, and then it was found to have problems. Many people who played it had problems with their souls, so it was banned."

"There is such a thing!" Chang Ping was furious, "Fangwai is my idol, who did it!"

"I didn't play it, but I heard that it was a game called Paradise City. Chang Ping, what's wrong with you?"

Chang Ping just stood up, and sat down immediately after hearing the name.

Waving his hands, he smiled awkwardly: "It's okay, my legs are weak."

In Paradise City, there is the power of the Star Lord. After playing, you will be inspired by the Star Lord, and then subconsciously promote Paradise City.

It's just that Chang Ping can't control this process, and he never thought they would promote it like this.

You guys have made me suffer.

Reluctantly suppressing the embarrassment, he asked again: "What's wrong with those people's souls?"

"The problem is not too big. The main ones who got into trouble are the Demon Sect, but some decent people have become a little weird after playing, and are now receiving treatment. Li Zimo, the immortal master, publicly stated that he has not finished with Paradise City. So many things made it impossible for him to contribute to the righteousness."

Cold sweat on Chang Ping's back kept coming out like a trickle.

Is the matter so serious?

Most of Paradise City was extracted by him from Dao Jue. He originally just wanted to harvest a wave of negative emotions, but he didn't expect that even the soul was injured.

But thinking about it carefully, this situation is also normal.

That Dao Jue was originally the former Nascent Soul ancestor of the Nightmare Sect, and the means of harvesting emotions were completely in accordance with the standards of the Demon Sect before.

Moreover, the former Demon Sect was very evil, and mortals and ordinary cultivators were consumables in their eyes, so it was normal to do such things.

What did I do at the beginning?

The gods claimed to be neutral, and they hardly intervened in the battle between good and evil, and they didn't care who died.

But the God of Wealth was quite friendly to the world, knowing that he had hurt the cultivators, and didn't know how to punish him.

Thinking of this, he secretly contacted Dao Jue, skipped the last step, and replaced it with a more gentle method.

After doing this, he breathed a sigh of relief, and then continued to ask: "Can the souls of those people be saved?"

"Yes, but it's very troublesome. Master Li Zimo went to the Nightmare Sect to learn scriptures, and he hasn't come back yet. Alas, Master Li is really too enthusiastic to go deep into the territory of the Demon Sect alone."

Wiping off the cold sweat, Chang Ping felt that he had made a big mistake this time.

At the least, it was dereliction of duty, at the most, it was collusion. In any case, it was his own fault.

I just hope it won't affect my ability to make money from games.

But what I feared came true. Just as Chang Ping was trying to conceal the matter without anyone noticing, he felt the peach pit on his wrist begin to heat up, and a voice rang in his ear: "Chang Ping, how is the matter going?"

"God of Wealth?"

"Is there a problem? Forget it, you come back first, I have something to ask you in person."

Swallowing his saliva, Chang Ping felt that this time it couldn't be resolved peacefully.

Sighing, he stood up and said to Li Cheng: "Friend Li, I have to go on a long journey. Thank you for these days."

Knowing that Chang Ping was leaving, Li Cheng felt a little regretful.

The other party's game concept was quite similar to his own, which made him feel like a confidant.

Now, suddenly knowing that the other party was leaving, he was about to speak to keep him, but then gave up.

Everyone has their own ambitions, and many things cannot be forced, so let it go.

So, he forced a smile, bowed and said: "Then I wish Brother Chang all the best. I will save your money for you, and it will definitely be a surprise when you come back."

"Thank you. But don't be so exaggerated. I'm only away for a few days, not forever. Okay, I'm leaving."

"Take care, Brother Chang."

"Take care, Brother Li."

Bowed and said goodbye, Chang Ping walked out of Li Cheng's courtyard, and then flew all the way out of the city.

After finding a secluded place, he immediately contacted the God of Wealth, and then was enveloped by the other party's divine power. When he opened his eyes again, he had returned to the God of Wealth.

Compared with before he left, this place is still quiet.

I didn't think there was anything wrong before, just thought it was the characteristic of the Star Palace.

But after going to Jiuzhou, I felt that this place was too deserted and not as lively as the Refining Pavilion.

He shook his head, threw away this rebellious thought, and then faced the mountain-like God of Wealth, bowed and said: "God of Wealth, I'm back."

A huge hand fell from the sky, grabbed Chang Ping's collar, and pulled him in front of him.

The eyes full of starlight examined Chang Ping, and there was something in his eyes that Chang Ping couldn't understand.

Being stared at by the other party, Chang Ping didn't even dare to breathe.

The immortal masters in the Star Palace are nominally golden elixirs, but their strength actually comes from the God of Wealth.

They can only rely on the God of Wealth to practice. If the God of Wealth stops supplying them with divine power, they can't even drive their own golden elixirs.

To put it nicely, one is serving the gods; to put it unfavorably, one is a slave of the gods, unable to control his or her own life or death.

I don’t know how long it took before Xingjun looked back and asked lazily: "I felt something was wrong with you, so I came back to ask you about the situation. Tell me, how is Kyushu?"

Chang Ping's heart tightened, but he didn't know what was wrong with him.

The immortal master of Xing Palace is the monk closest to Xing Jun. Every move is under the supervision of the other party, and no abnormal thoughts are allowed.

In order to avoid being further punished by the other party, Chang Ping immediately began to talk about his experiences during this period, without even leaving behind his own game playing.

After listening to Chang Ping's narration, Xingjun opened his eyes again, his vast eyes now full of dissatisfaction.

"You, you, Chang Ping, I'm so disappointed in you."

Chang Ping immediately fell to the ground and said nervously: "I know I was wrong, and I ask Mr. Xing to forgive me."

With a chuckle, Xingjun stretched out his hand to tease Chang Ping like a kitten: "Then tell me, where did you go wrong?"

"I shouldn't use Dao Jue rashly to hurt other people's souls and ruin Xingjun's reputation."

"...That's it?"

Raising his head, Chang Ping looked at Xingjun blankly: "What else?"

"You, you, you really don't understand anything."

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