Fusion Computer: My Skills Are Not Serious

In the information about Huangsha Zhishen given by the Imperial Capital College, there is a record of Anyesha.

An Yesha is just a name given by the people of Longguo themselves. They don't know what it is called.

The so-called dark night sand is not a kind of sand, but a yellow mist.

From a distance, it looks like a yellow sandstorm in the desert.

When the dark night sand descends, it will not only swallow the light, but also the lives of all outsiders.

In other words, the main target of Anyesha is Song Wenwen and others who come to Huangsha to look for the National Fortune Stone.

According to the data, there are some extremely terrifying strange beasts in the dark night sand.

They are elusive, and once outsiders appear in the dark night sand, they will be attacked by these strange beasts.

Under normal circumstances, a person can last no more than ten seconds in the dark night sand.

More than ten seconds, there is no doubt that death.

Fortunately, An Yesha didn't move fast.

If you run with all your strength, you can run away before the dark night sand descends.

After running for more than an hour, Song Wenwen and sister Nangong stopped when they saw that An Yesha was not chasing after them.

"The coming of Dark Night Sand is not a bad thing."

"At least we know where we should go."

"If we gallop forward in the opposite direction to An Yesha, we will definitely be able to join the others." Sister Nangong analyzed at this time.

Regarding this, Song Wenwen didn't speak, but frowned.

Because he always felt that this dark night sand gave him a feeling of deja vu.

He seems to have seen it somewhere.

But for a while, he couldn't remember it.

"Song Wenwen, I'm talking to you."

"Huh? What did you just say?"

"I said, should we rush to the center in one go, search for the National Games Stone, and look for our teammates at the same time."

Hearing what little sister Nangong said, Song Wenwen suddenly realized.

Sister Nangong just mentioned a few key words.

Central location, search, teammates.

"This shit is like a live-action version of eating chicken."

"Isn't this dark night sand a poison ring?" Song Wenwen said to himself.

"Let's go, let's look for our teammates first. When we encounter buildings, caves and other places, we will search for supplies as quickly as possible." Song Wenwen immediately made a decision.

Last life, as a program

As a member, eating chicken is a game he often plays.

At this moment, he suddenly felt like a fish in water.

He has not experienced this kind of exciting game for a long time.

Unexpectedly, this time a real version came.

What is the most important thing about eating chicken?

First, the cooperation between teammates.

Second, the strength of the gun.

Third, learn to be a sixth child.

As for materials, these things are actually not the most important.

A great man once said a word: There are no guns or cannons, the enemy made them for us.

If you want to get rich, grabbing other people's supplies is the fastest way.

After galloping forward for a while, Song Wenwen and the others found a red box in a small water pool.

"There are really supplies. It's too similar to eating chicken." When Song Wenwen saw the box, he didn't feel any excitement, but his brows became more and more wrinkled.

The secret realm they are in now is definitely not what a normal secret realm should exist.

Under normal circumstances, a normal secret realm is an independent space.

The things that exist in the secret realm are either taken away by others, or they always exist.

Except for the organs laid down, generally there will be no changes.

But this secret realm gave Song Wenwen the feeling that it was like a computer program with various settings.

Just like when eating chicken, after a certain period of time, the poison circle will shrink.

After all, in the past, people from various countries on the Blue Star had entered the Yellow Sand Shade.

Presumably, they have rummaged through the things that can be found here more than once.

However, when they entered the Yellow Sand Bolt, another treasure chest appeared.

Treasure boxes will not disappear for no reason, let alone appear for no reason.

So, there are only two possibilities.

First, there is a manager in this yellow sand.

He will periodically drop some objects.

It's like, the keeper of the zoo will feed them regularly.

Second, this scorpion of yellow sand is similar to a designed game.

Every time someone enters it, it will be refreshed.

Therefore, whether it was the people who came in before them or them, what they encountered in the Yellow Sand Shackle was similar.

This is also why, the information compiled by the Imperial Capital Academy has recorded many things in it.

If it is the first one, then

it is good.

After all, it's not too surprising that someone manages.

However, if it is the second type.

That would be crazy.

If we say that the game of Yellow Sand is a designed game, then who is the designer behind it.

What are these living people?

For a moment, Song Wenwen suddenly felt that his mind was in a mess.

After seeing the box, the little girl Nangong looked excited, and she didn't have these troubles at all.

"It's rare to be confused!" Song Wenwen said silently in his heart.

Sometimes, knowing too much is not a good thing.

The more you know, the more incompetent and ignorant you will appear.

"Qiaoqiu, go and help us get the box from the pool."

After eating Song Wenwen's barbecue, Qiuqiu is very obedient now.

In a flash, he came to the top of the pool.

The next moment, he stretched out his little hand and waved it vigorously.

He slapped the box above the pool away with a slap.

The box crossed a parabola and flew towards Song Wenwen and Little Sister Nangong.

"Wow!" At this moment, in the pool, a bloody mouth bit towards Qiuqiu.

With a flash of the ball's figure, it disappeared.

That bloody mouth was full, and it took a bite.

Song Wenwen and sister Nangong saw that the owner of the bloody mouth was a crocodile with a body length of more than five meters.

The crocodile that missed a hit fell back into the pool, then twisted its body, and rushed towards Song Wenwen and the others.

"It at least has the strength of the Silver Realm!"

"Let's go!" Miss Nangong picked up the box and hurriedly said to Song Wenwen.

"It's okay, it's just a little crocodile." Song Wenwen didn't feel any nervous about it.

A crocodile at the silver level really doesn't deserve to be looked down upon by him.

As the alligator pounced on him, he raised his arm and punched it out.

The next moment, the crocodile flew back at a faster speed.

On its body, a large hole appeared.

Song Wenwen punched mercilessly, and that silver-level crocodile couldn't bear it at all.

Seeing this scene, Sister Nangong remembered that Song Wenwen's combat effectiveness cannot be measured according to common sense.

She ignored Song Wenwen and excitedly opened the red box.

And Song Wenwen seemed to have thought of something suddenly, turned on the Bluetooth on his computer, and searched.