The System Exploded And I Became The System

As time went by, the sky became completely dark.

The cold rain seems to have changed its face after the arrival of night.

From the pure coldness, it turned into the cold teeth and claws of something bloody, rubbing the skin of passers-by who were walking in a hurry.

Ning Mansion, Ning Buxiu is looking at the system panel in front of him.

In front of him, there are surveillance screens one by one, recording everything in Wufang City in real time!

Only he can call up this monitoring function.

Those application clones on mobile phones directly cut off this function.

There are many surveillance images of Xiaocao, and Ning Buxiu is watching the situation of the craftsmen of Ning Mansion.

Under the instructions of the head of the family, Ning Jiushan, and two other Ning family talkers, more than a dozen craftsmen have begun to produce those cube mobile phones at full capacity!

A rough look at the quantity shows that more than 800 pieces have been produced in just two hours.

The largest number of them are bluestone mobile phones made of the cheapest material, with 500 units.

Then there are Zayu mobile phones, two hundred and seventy.

After that, there are about thirty pieces of beautiful jade made of expensive materials.

In this era, the level of science and technology was not high, but this simple project of processing stones and jade blocks was also very simple.

Judging from the degree of polishing, it can completely catch up with modern craftsmanship.

And on each polished block, the word 'Yen Ning' will be engraved on the back corner.

Looking away from the surveillance picture in front of him, Ning Buxiu turned to notice the picture in another place.

Wufangcheng, archaeological cemetery.

Somewhere on the land here, a weed that did not attract anyone's attention swayed slightly, as if affected by the breeze and ice rain.

"Sir, there is a bamboo slip here, which seems to record the new masterpieces of ancient sages in the tomb!" Under the misty rain, an inspector hurriedly walked towards the tent outside the archaeological cemetery with a bamboo slip in his hand.

"A new ancient sage?" In the camp, an old man with white hair and beard cheered up a little.

He is the general person in charge of this archaeological cemetery and is also from Jiangnan Academy.

I am very obsessed with the poems, calligraphy and paintings left by these sages and ancients.

Most of the poems left in the tombs of every sage after they were buried are the poet's famous or proud works.

This piqued the old man's interest even more.

At this time, he had just read a volume of poems of sages unearthed from tombs, but he had no insights.

Probably this ancestor was just an ordinary person himself.

Relatively speaking, his subordinate who entered the camp said he had found a new masterpiece of sages, which was more attractive to him.

"Send it up." The old man signaled.

After saying that, he felt his palms feel heavy and took the bamboo slips.

Gently stroking the bamboo slip in his hand, the old man's eyes lit up slightly: "Golden silk and green jade bamboo? To use such materials to write a masterpiece, it seems that the person who wrote it cannot be an unknown person."

"And the date of this bamboo slip is at least three hundred years ago!"

It's like seeing your wife on the bed on their wedding night, undressing and taking off her clothes, swallowing saliva every step of the way.

The old man with white hair and beard is in this state now.

"Come on, give me some lamp oil. When the fire is strong, you can see more clearly." The old man ordered the people in front of him.

Breathing slightly, the old man slowly unfolded the bamboo slips in his hand under the witness of the observer next to him.

Unexpectedly, there were as many as six poems written on the bamboo slips!

Seeing this situation, the old man's face fell.

If it is truly a good verse that will last forever, it must be cherished so much that it would not be enough to write it down completely on a bamboo slip. It would also have to be carved into a wall for future generations to admire.

Only unimportant soy sauce poems or records of events would be randomly squeezed onto a bamboo slip.

"It seems that this is an ancestor who is rich but has no talent." The old man said and directly characterized the other party.

"Sir, please take a closer look at these poems." The inspector next to him was silent and focused on the bamboo slips.

Then, he said to the old man with a slightly heavier breathing.

After hearing the other party's words, the old man restrained his emotions and focused his attention on the bamboo slips.

Qing Ping Tiao. One

Li Bai.

"The clouds are like clothes, the flowers are like faces, the spring breeze is blowing on the threshold, and the dew is thick."

"If we hadn't met at the top of Qunyu Mountain, we would have met under the moonlight at Yaotai."

The first poem in front of him came into view, and the old man's originally dull gaze was directly washed into his mind by this poem as if it were substance!

At this moment, the old man seemed to suddenly see a fairy who fell into the mortal world from the simple words of this poem. Her peerless appearance, posture and temperament cannot be described in any words!

However, this poem clearly presents the beauty of the woman, leaving endless imagination!

"Okay, okay, okay!" He said hello three times, and the old man's eyes were full of excitement. With this poem alone, he could proudly say that this long trip to southern Xinjiang for archeology was well worth it. OK!

This is a poem that will be remembered forever!

Moreover, this poem is only Qingping Tune. One, that is to say, there are others!

This is a literary master who has been buried in the mud for countless years!

With excitement, the old man then looked at the poems below.

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Ning family.

Ning Buxiu didn't see the situation inside the tent.

However, through Xiaocao's camera, after seeing someone taking the bamboo slips he placed into the tent, he could roughly predict the mood of the person inside.

The plan he laid out has taken a crucial step.

Now Ning Buxiang is looking forward to the software rewards prepared by the system, but the map is too limited after all.

After all, the people who use maps are in the minority.

To open up more and bigger markets, it is inevitable to increase the application functions of mobile phones.

Looking away from the archaeological cemetery area, some other scenes in the city also attracted Ning Buxiu's attention.

This is a dark street, with some weeds on the roadside making this street more ordinary.

A careful figure stepped across the wet ground, leaving a few yellow mud footprints.

However, with the drizzle, these footprints were washed away.

A sneaky man walked all the way to the door of a house.

After looking around for a moment and finding no one there, he knocked carefully on the courtyard door.

Not long after, the courtyard door was carefully opened a crack.

When the people in the house saw the person outside the door, they immediately shouted in a low voice: "What do you want to do?! The entire Wufang City is looking for you now, how dare you show your face, or even come to me?!"

"Didn't I tell you to leave the city already?!"

The words spoken by the man behind the door were full of anxiety.

"Brother Yao, I...I can't get out! The entire Wufang City must be strictly checked when entering and exiting. Some places where there were no garrison troops are patrolled by city guards. I really have no choice but to..."

The man standing on the street had strong emotions when he spoke.

"If you have no other choice, just think of a way! Why are you looking for me?!" The man known as Brother Yao said and was about to close the door.

"Brother Yao, you can't just abandon me! It was you who gave me the medicine that poisoned the county government's only son!" The man outside the door spoke in a low tone, but his speaking speed increased with his emotional fluctuations.