Game of Gods

Chapter 281 Chatting

This is a study.

It looks similar to an ordinary study in someone else's home, with a large table in the middle, and a large sand table on it, with some models of strange creatures placed on it.

At the other end of the room is the desk.

An old man is reading a book at the desk, his face cannot be seen clearly, his long white beard can be seen from under the book.

Yuan Chenfei stood in the study in a daze, looking at the old man with white beard.

The old man buried his head in the book: "So, are you the young man sent by Ekrel? Oh, it doesn't look good."

He didn't even look up at Yuan Chenfei.

After thinking about it, Yuan Chenfei replied: "You mean, can I go?"

The old man finally raised his head.

It was the face of an ordinary old man, with a red glow on his face, and even a pair of glasses on his face.

He lightly adjusted his glasses and said, "You don't want to stay here?"

"I just don't know how I can please you."

"To please? Why do you have to please? I'm just a lonely old man, I want to find someone who can talk to me."

Yuan Chenfei was surprised: "But I came from the circus, and my job is to please God. And...why are you lonely? You are God."

"God of loneliness." The old man replied: "My name is Mariel, and I don't like chatting. So in the eyes of the circus, chatting with me is to please me. From this perspective, it's not wrong. But I need It's about chatting, not laughing."

"Well……"

Yuan Chenfei was a little speechless.

He is not used to this way of chatting.

But he still said: "I thought we were chatting now."

"Of course not." The old man shook his head: "We're not chatting."

"What are you doing?" Yuan Chenfei was completely confused.

"I was talking to myself," replied the old man.

He came over and sat down in front of the sand table.

He looked at Yuan Chenfei: "How old are you? I mean, explain it with your human cognition."

"26 years old... not yet one year old, strictly speaking, 25 years old."

"What do you think chatting is?"

Yuan Chenfei thought about this question seriously for a while, and replied: "Communication. Exchange information through language communication, or gain ideological resonance."

"Do you think, then, that there was an exchange of information between you and me?"

Yuan Chenfei shook his head.

"Is there any thought resonance?"

Yuan Chenfei shook his head.

The old man said: "So, we are not chatting, but you are listening to me talking to myself."

"But if you're talking to yourself, there shouldn't be questions and answers."

"You are still thinking according to human thinking. Do you know the difference between God and man?" the old man asked.

"Think."

"That's right."

The old man finally admitted it, but didn't speak any more.

He sat there slowly in a daze.

Yuan Chenfei gradually understood.

He said, "So, only communication at the level of thought and touch can be considered a real chat?"

The old man said slowly: "You don't understand Sitouch, even God himself doesn't understand."

"Can you tell me?"

The old man shook his head: "That can't be expressed in words. If I can tell you Sitouch in words, then you and I are chatting. But Sitouch is Sitouch, and chatting is chatting. Now you are nothing, and I, Just talking to a pet."

"It's like a man talking to a chicken." Yuan Chenfei murmured.

He is now more and more beginning to understand the so-called gap between gods and humans.

It is not only at the level of strength, but also at the level of thinking.

To this lonely god, they were not chatting, but the old man talking to himself alone.

Realizing this, Yuan Chenfei began to use his power of thinking and touching.

He released that feeling as much as possible to perceive everything around him.

Then he was shocked to find that the space around him suddenly changed dramatically.

He seemed to be in an infinitely large space, and an ancient existence with infinite power was right beside him.

It was a completely different world, a completely different feeling.

Yuan Chenfei was shocked, but he didn't take back his thoughts, but continued to perceive.

As the perception continued to expand, countless information flooded into his mind, most of which he could not comprehend or even remember. Only occasionally some information could make him feel a little bit, but it was so far away , strange, elusive.

There is that endless, deep loneliness.

Existing in this seemingly eternal darkness and endless pressure made him feel extremely painful and uncomfortable, and the wild information flow seemed to explode him.

He gritted his teeth and persisted, his body and mind were muddled, his mind gradually blurred, his consciousness began to become unclear, and his whole body gradually lost consciousness.

Until Si Touch couldn't take it anymore, with a bang, everything disappeared.

Yuan Chenfei found that he was back in the study, and the lonely old man who was still talking to himself was sitting next to him.

"you understood?"

Yuan Chenfei covered his head and took a step back.

He took a long breath: "A lot, a lot...It's indescribable, it's indescribable...It turns out that we're really not chatting now...but we were just now."

"That's right, just a second ago, you were chatting with me." The old man said.

one second?

Just for a second?

I feel as if I have experienced a century.

It was in that second that Yuan Chenfei felt that enough knowledge was stuffed into his head to allow human beings to leave the solar system.

Of course, he didn't remember most of it.

Can't remember!

"Oh my god!" Yuan Chenfei murmured, "So this is the chat between gods."

Just a second of chatting can make him, who is on the road to becoming a god, want to die.

"Then, thank you very much for chatting with me, you gave me a rare and precious memory." The old man replied.

"It's just a second."

The old man shook his head lightly: "In the endless river of loneliness, one second is sometimes enough. It's all right now, you can go back. Go and tell Ekrel that I am satisfied with his job, and he will get what he wants. need."

The old man said and waved his hand, Yuan Chenfei disappeared.

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"What did he say to you?"

"Ah!" Yuan Chenfei woke up like a dream, only then realized that he had returned to the playground, and the clown was asking himself something.

"You made me ask you the same question three times." The clown pointed at Yuan Chenfei and said.

Yuan Chenfei was a little strange: "Don't you know? You are a god, and he can notify you with just one thought."

"The Lonely God never has direct dealings with other gods. I have no way of knowing anything that happens around him. No god can. Well, answer me now. What did he say to you? This is the fourth all over!"

"He said ... go tell Ekrel that I'm happy with his job and he's going to get what he wants."

"Oh!" The clown made a gesture of clasping his hands together: "Satisfying customers is our greatest source of happiness. Of course, it would be even better if we could get a little reward."

Then he looked at Yuan Chenfei: "Of course, as a reward for your work, you will also get an extra gift."

He said a little bit on Yuan Chenfei's bracelet.

In the bracelet, the grotesque blade has undergone some small changes.

But Yuan Chenfei is not interested in paying attention to Weird Blade now, he asked: "Since the lonely god never communicates with other gods, how do you know that he needs someone to chat with him?"

"Are you spying on God's secret?"

"Uh... If it's not convenient to say it, forget it."

"There is nothing inconvenient to say, the reason is very simple. We are gods, and if we are gods, we will know."

Really strong reason.

While saying that he doesn't know everything around the Lonely God, while saying that he is a God, he can know.

Yuan Chenfei couldn't help but said: "So gods can contradict themselves?"

"Yes, God can create a rock that he cannot lift." The clown replied earnestly.

It was really contradictory.

The clown added: "But it was not easy, beyond words."

Yuan Chenfei can understand this.

The world of SiTouch really cannot be described in words.

"So, God not only changes the laws of physics, but also changes philosophy." Yuan Chenfei said weakly.

"That's right!" The clown laughed.

"Now do you have any questions?"

"I do not have anymore."

"Then...goodbye." The clown said, and disappeared in place, and what disappeared with him was the playground.

The professionals who are still queuing up at the playground are inexplicable at the same time.

"what happened?"

A large group of queuing people looked at each other in blank dismay.

"Playground time is up." A voice came from the side.

Everyone followed the sound, Yuan Chenfei was standing there, thinking about something, the sound came from his mouth, but it didn't seem to be.

He is thinking.

He is feeling.

The power of thinking and touching filled his whole body again, making him feel unprecedentedly happy.

That's not powerful.

Mind touch doesn't need to be strong.

Just need to understand.

But now, Yuan Chenfei feels that he understands a little better.

It was because of this understanding that he said what he just said.

Because that's not what he said with his mouth, but with his mind.

He wanted to make a sound, and the sound came out.

Feeling this wonderful feeling, a smile appeared on Yuan Chenfei's face.

This smile fell in the eyes of other professionals, but it was extremely uncomfortable.

A grumpy professional came over cursing: "What the hell are you laughing at? Say, did the disappearance of the playground have anything to do with you?"

Yuan Chenfei thought about it.

When he came by himself, the clown said he would disappear in half an hour.

But in fact, the time I spent here was far more than half an hour.

For half an hour, after all, it was just talking.

The clown was waiting for himself, and when his work was over, the clown left.

Therefore, from this aspect of analysis, it is not an exaggeration to say that the playground disappeared because of himself.

So he nodded.

"Damn it, it turned out that you did something good." The professional punched Yuan Chenfei angrily.

So Yuan Chenfei glanced at him, and he said, "You won't hit me."

As soon as the professional was stunned, he couldn't punch anymore.

"You will hit yourself." Yuan Chenfei said again.

boom!