Chapter 987

Old Man Zhang, you are so pious, does the God of Fun know?

After high-intensity audience with the gods, Cheng Shi finally ushered in a short rest period.

He rested in the lounge for a day, but he wasn't idle; he sorted through his knowledge one by one, feeling more and more that sitting and waiting for death offered no hope. The only way to truly fight for a breath of air on this terrifying predetermined path was to take the initiative.

Even if he couldn't reverse this predetermined trend, he had to at least be a clear-headed person before the true 【Nothingness】 arrived. At least this way, when the era collapsed, he might still know how to make arrangements and backups to avoid risks.

As for whether these things are useful...

Do one's best and leave the rest to fate.

So after thinking for another night, Cheng Shi finally decided to find himself some helpers.

And the first batch of targets he aimed at were the believers of the God of Fun, the colorful clowns.

Cheng Shi knew that when it came to matters concerning Them, the Big Cat had better conditions than the clowns in terms of both strength and status, but the only "bad" thing was that she believed in fate...

Those destined believe in fate, but 【Fate】 has already deviated to a "wrong path" from 【Deception】. Even if Cheng Shi considers himself favored by 【Fate】, he dares not loudly "conspire" to "rebel" under His nose.

So he chose the clowns; this is not about trust, but about faith.

And the clown meeting promised to everyone had never been held. Counting them up, the clowns could be considered "quite large in scale," so he might as well use this clown meeting as the trigger to explode the undercurrents beneath this calm.

After making the decision, Cheng Shi immediately sought out Zhang Jizu.

Don't forget, this "backyard organization" has two founders. Others might not know, but the two involved know it well.

Cheng Shi thought that the place for the gathering had been obtained from the Big Cat, but he couldn't let a bunch of people stand in a void with nothing in it to hold a meeting; that would be too awkward.

So he used the key sent by Zhang Jizu to open the bone door again and skillfully fell into the mass grave beside the cemetery.

Clearly, a certain 【Death】 god-chosen had not set any preferential options for his friend. Looking at the familiar graves and the long slope, Cheng Shi speechless rang the "doorbell."

"Hey, hey, hey, Old Man Zhang, are you home? Are you home?"

A huge roar echoed beside the cemetery, and before long, a head poked out above the slope.

Seeing the host had arrived, Cheng Shi scolded him unhappily: "Can your hospitality be a bit more sincere?"

Zhang Jizu on the slope narrowed his eyes and smiled:

"How to be sincere?

The Zhen of Zhen Xin, the Cheng of Cheng Shi?

Compared to these two, I think my hospitality is sincere enough."

"?"

You have a problem!

Cheng Shi just wanted to gossip a bit more, but unexpectedly, Zhang Jizu snapped his fingers, causing him to disappear from the long slope and appear in the real cemetery.

He hopped his skull body around and turned quickly, only to see Zhang Jizu walking slowly from behind him, in the direction of the long slope, saying as he walked:

"I improved the 'access control' system, but limited by the effectiveness of the magic array, I still haven't found a good item for aura identification.

But I think this is also quite good. After all, if someone impersonates, rigid items won't help me identify whether the visitor is a friend or foe.

The manual semi-automatic identification process is still one of the necessary steps for this defense program."

"..."

Zhang the Steady is as steady as ever, it's just that the word "steady" seems to be gradually developing toward the word "cheap"...

I don't know who he learned this bad habit from.

Cheng Shi rolled his eyes, unsuccessfully, but at this moment, he wasn't focused on what Zhang Jizu was saying.

You must know, to see a person clearly, the most important thing is to look at what he has done.

Staring at the rows of tombstones in front of him, looking at the divine names of Them engraved on them, Cheng Shi finally perked up.

"Tsk, although they say slow work produces fine art, Old Man Zhang, isn't your work efficiency a bit too slow? Is this still the pragmatic and efficient 【Death】 god-chosen I know?

What, is engraving too hot to handle?

Otherwise, how to explain that the names of those god-chosen haven't been added to these tombstones yet?

Delayed by something?

Fine, fine, fine, keep your excuses to argue before Them; I'm definitely going to report you..."

Before he could finish, Zhang Jizu narrowed his eyes and glanced at the little bone on the ground, picked him up and placed him on top of the 【Order】 tombstone, then took out a camera from somewhere, and under the dumbfounded gaze of the little skull, "Click," took the first photo of Cheng Shi in this game.

"?"

Cheng Shi's puzzled eye sockets looked at Old Man Zhang, only to hear the other party say unhurriedly:

"This is my explanation. A player disguised as a 【Death】 believer kept driving me to do this and that, so I had no energy left to continue these engraving and maintenance works.

I couldn't beat him, so I had to let him be.

How about it, is this explanation satisfactory?"

"???"

Cheng Shi was shocked.

No, buddy, is your brain leaking?

If your brain wasn't leaking, how could you come up with such a brain-atrophied excuse?

This is almost catching up to my feat of setting up a chair in front of you and pretending to be that Lord...

Are you still Old Man Zhang?

Oh no, could you be some unlucky thing with the surname Zhen!

The little skull's eye sockets wrinkled into a ball, his gaze full of scrutiny as he looked at Old Man Zhang. As a believer of 【Deception】, Zhang Jizu clearly guessed what Cheng Shi was thinking.

Indeed, if he could let out a "Hee~" at this time, it would be a perfect kill.

It's a pity that even if Zhang Jizu narrowed his eyes until they disappeared, he couldn't squeeze out a "Hee"...

This is too hard; not everyone can play Zhen Yi without any sense of incongruity. Thinking of this god-chosen peer, Zhang Jizu only felt it was bad luck.

Seeing that Old Man Zhang's neck veins were about to pop out and he still hadn't shouted that "Hee," Cheng Shi felt "relieved," then his expression softened, and he suddenly cracked his mouth and let out a:

"Hee~"

"..."

Sure enough, Zhang Jizu's face changed. He waved his hand to sweep the little skull off, and walked toward his residence with a dark face.

How can this not count as winning a round back!

Cheng Shi hopped along behind Old Man Zhang, clicking his tongue.

"I say Old Man Zhang, if you really want to bury Them, just waiting has no future; you have to do something, right?"

"..."

Zhang Jizu's footsteps paused, then he continued walking:

"I have always emphasized that I don't want to bury the gods, I just didn't have time to engrave the names of Their god-chosen."

The little skull sneered and hopped twice.

"Fine, fine, fine, you can fool me, but don't fool yourself.

I've seen people engrave half of a tombstone, but I've never seen all the tombstones only half-engraved.

But then again, do you dare to do this because engraving a tombstone for that Lord is equivalent to an offering to Him?

You use your piety to one of Him to offset your blasphemy against fifteen of Them?

Old Man Zhang, you are so pious, does the God of Fun know?"

The two were chatting nonsense when they arrived at the place where they lived. Zhang Jizu pushed the door open to let Cheng Shi hop over the threshold, and Cheng Shi jumped into the room, immediately discovering a mirror placed not far from the room door.

And that mirror was reflecting an identical self.

?

What kind of decent person puts a mirror at the door?