Li Yao was still thinking about the daytime things.

Although he was far away from the Internet home at that time and did not see the scene clearly, he didn't know if he had hallucinations. He seemed to hear the sound of a chandelier breaking, falling, and breaking the tendons of the Internet home.

Later, when the crowd was in agitation, he also faintly saw the bright red blood on the booth, like a winding snake, sticking out his tongue at him, and sending him some information.

Later, I heard news that the Internet owner was seriously injured and died unfortunately.

Modern society has developed information, and most young people have watched a lot of accidents, bloody and brutal videos, and their psychological endurance is not that bad.

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

Is it... fear?

No, besides fear, there is more doubt, and there is something that is indescribable, flowing continuously in the brain circuit.

Li Yao remembered the deaths of two masters in the East and West fantasy and animation fields, Gilson and Yoshihiro Takaya.

After most of the day of fermentation, these two things have caused a stir in the small circle of fantasy literature and animation enthusiasts. All kinds of half-true posts are flying all over the sky, and spontaneous mourning from netizens, etc.

Logically speaking, 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 and read the news of the passing of the two masters, not letting go of every photo, and also compared the two pieces of news with the accidents at the animation festival.

He didn't know why he did this either.

A Fusang cartoonist who loves mahjong and a cruel and ruthless Western fantasy literature master, plus a local online writer, have nothing in common, and there is no connection.

Although it is a coincidence that an accident occurred almost at the same time, there are so many fantasy, science fiction, fantasy literature writers, a large number of cartoonists and animation game makers, and ten times more practitioners. It is not surprising that an accident occurs.

But Li Yao just thinks, just thinks...

Looking out through the slanting wind and drizzle of the balcony, the entire Jiangnan University Town was shining with dim fireworks under the reflection of twilight. It had just been repaired not far away, and the roar of cars came from the elevated road that ran through the city. The campus was filled with colorful flower umbrellas, forming a world as gorgeous as a kaleidoscope.

This world seems to be a little bit monotonous than the previous second.

No, not now, or to be more precise, when the hot headlight fell from the sky and hit the head of an online writer, Li Yao felt that the "tongue" of the whole world became more monotonous and a little dimmer than the previous second.

It was like a world originally composed of 18,000 colors, with one color reduced and only 17,999 colors left.

Perhaps, one day, the whole world will turn into black and white, and even black and white do not exist, leaving only a dead darkness, forever and forever.

"What hysteria am I having!"

Li Yao woke up from a trance and couldn't help laughing. He knocked his head hard, "Did you see too much or do too many dreams? What are you thinking about in your mind?"

Graduation season is now coming.

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

Li Yao's grades and family are both ordinary, and he cannot reach the level of being able to detach himself from the outside world and daydreaming all day long.

He does not have a strong sense of career and enterprising spirit, but he has not fallen to the point of losing his ambition and giving up on himself. Anyway, he is one of the three thousand worlds, and he is an ordinary person among the countless beings. He can live no matter how others live, and he can't fight for it. He can't live up to the top or down. Long live 600 years old, most of the sixty billion people in the world. Isn't this the case?

"Stop thinking about these useless things."

Li Yao took a deep breath, reached out his hands to the balcony, took a handful of cold raindrops, and rubbed his hot face hard, "Daydreaming all day long, can you still give me a good job? From tomorrow on, you really can't go on like this. You must prepare your graduation thesis and attend job fairs to find a job with greater development opportunities, buy a house, buy a car, marry a wife, have children... By the way, it's really hard to find a job this year. Now the housing prices are so high, I don't know when and when will I get the down payment? Who will marry you without a house?"

Li Yao sighed and felt a sense of powerlessness emerged from his bone marrow.

I always feel that there is a layer of invisible film that covers him, making him unable to see the direction, breathe, and even more unable to exert force.

Perhaps, real life is like this, with great pressure, everyone must do their best and be exhausted to gain some breathing space between the steel jungle, and to fulfill their responsibilities and missions.

It is better to be down-to-earth in life. After all, he is no longer the age to be irresponsible and dream casually.

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

Li Yao shook his head hard, trying to throw all the messy thoughts and accidents during the day, the death of the Eastern and Western fantasy masters, and the Tyrannosaurus rex, who were wearing lipstick in a strange dream, into the sky.

He simply washed up, climbed onto his own high and low bed, threw himself into the bed, his body was extremely tired, but his brain was extremely awake, and he didn't know what to do if he saw the Tyrannosaurus rex with lipstick in a strange dream after falling asleep again, and the Tyrannosaurus rex invited him to "wake up and fight" again, what should he do?

Li Yao slid on his phone and was about to browse a few more news and posts.

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

It seems that Zhao Kai is really fascinated by it and is excited to see it.

Li Yao was not in any mood at first and said that he could not be so degenerate from tomorrow. He had to work hard, struggle, and study hard and improve every day!

But, ahem, isn't this tomorrow yet?

Li Yao clicked on the link and was ready to close the web page at any time.

Skipping the so-called title is a slightly exaggerated introduction:

["This is a 'Siwolf'-class crystal warship weighing 390 million tons, controlled by 1,523 Qi Refining Cultivators. The main control crystal brain calculates 90 million divine thoughts every second. The 'calculation power' is comparable to the old monster of the Nascent Soul, and can suppress a planet in an instant!"

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

In the 40,000s of Cultivation, an ordinary border boy, roaring stars, and the passionate legend that dominated the Milky Way!]

Seeing his name appearing in the introduction in a noble way, Li Yao seemed to be majestic and serious, without any excitement in his heart, but he was a little embarrassed and wanted to laugh.

This introduction is so stupid.

What is the old monster of Nascent Soul, what is the computing power, what is the main control crystal brain?

The stars are still roaring and dominating the Milky Way. Now the author cannot even write about the fighting between two villages well, so he dares to write about the planet, the Milky Way, and the Universe. It’s really a toad yawning, and it’s such a big tone.

As for the word "hot blood", based on Li Yao's limited online reading experience, it means that the author will use many exclamation marks.

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

Well, isn’t this a book on cultivating the truth? How did you classify it into the science fiction column?

If this kind of "roaring stars and dominating the galaxy" thing can be considered science fiction, then the snail will be awesome.

The title, introduction and column division alone made Li Yao lose 90% of his interest.

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

Li Yao clicked on "Read the Text" and opened the first chapter, which was called "Magic Treasure Grave".

Magical weapon tomb?

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

It was like a short needle that was tens of times thinner than hair and almost non-existent, gently stabbed his heart.

Wake up! Wake up!

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

The war has begun and the horn is roaring!

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

"What the hell? Did you worry about graduation and finding a job during this period? Didn't sleep well and have neurasthenia?"

Li Yao took out his ears hard, hollowed out the annoying noise, rubbed his heart and continued to watch.

【Rust Lake.

Federal Special Waste Disposal Site No. 23.

Also known as the "Magic Treasure Tomb".

With the continuous development of the civilization of cultivation, the magic weapon that was once high and only cultivators could drive to enter thousands of households and become a necessary tool for ordinary people to travel at home and study and work.

While bringing convenience to life, a large amount of scrapped magic weapons and metal garbage are also generated.

Most of these garbage magic weapons have a lot of spiritual power, which can easily cause radiation pollution. The talisman array used to build magic weapons is extremely unstable, and there is even a risk of explosion. If left alone, it will cause great damage to the environment.

Therefore, around every big city in the Federation, there will always be several "special garbage disposal sites" to specifically deal with scrapped magic weapons.

The No. 23 Special Garbage Disposal Site is located in the southern suburbs of "Fuge City", a major federal cultivation center...]

Li Yao looked at these lines and was stunned for a long time.

Indeed, as Yu Xin said, his writing style is quite...simple, and he can only be said to be a matter of being clear. The background setting is not very outstanding. It is a common garbage dump for such "online pseudoscience fiction". Even though Li Yao doesn't read many Internet views, he has read less than ten books of similar garbage dumps at the beginning. He simply can't understand why these authors are so enthusiastic about garbage dumps, or do they just "get from" them when writing them?

"This is a pseudo-science fiction that can be seen everywhere, ordinary, shoddy online literature, and there is no need to continue wasting time."
Chapter completed!