Village Building Order Frenzy

A land of about 2 million square kilometers is like a huge cake, exuding a tempting aroma.

Standing under the huge starry sky, Zhang Yang looked intoxicated, and at the same time he was struggling with how to make the first cut. After all, this is not a village, nor a city.

Also, although he wanted to develop this fragment of the real world, he didn't come to play strategy games.

Because the crisis is never far away, the pressure of survival is always there.

"Full development is impossible, and the story begins here."

Zhang Yang's hand tapped lightly in the void, and water-like ripples spread out, like an ink painting.

At first, it was a stone with sharp edges and corners, and then there was a man with a sword on his back. He couldn't see his face, but he could vaguely feel the vicissitudes attached to him.

A piece of black and white fallen leaves floated down in a circle, and there was a big tree on the picture, with luxuriant branches and leaves, and the colors gradually changed from black and white to more varied, including light green and light yellow in spring, emerald green indigo in summer, and green indigo in summer. The fiery red precipitation of autumn has the black and white bleakness of winter.

Day after day, year after year.

The sharp-edged stones were gradually covered with moss, and the big tree withered again and again, but the back of the man with the sword never changed.

He is like a statue, watching something.

Gradually, the earth becomes verdant, and the traces that were riddled with holes disappear, and a well appears in the picture, which is ancient, vicissitudes and mysterious.

The picture began to spread around, first a hunter appeared in the corner of the picture, and then a simple thatched hut.

The host, the hostess, and a small cultivated vegetable field, an old dog, and two children, one big and one small, are chasing the fluttering butterflies.

The surrounding huts gradually increased, and a small street began to appear, and more pedestrians came and went.

The toddler grows strong, the strong man and woman grows old, and the old dies.

Everything is just the most ordinary picture.

The small village became a thriving town, and the small town became a city.

No one remembers when the first hut was built and when it was pulled down.

Just as no one remembers that there is still an ancient well in this city, and a man with a sword is watching by the well.

"The story begins a long time ago. Once upon a time, there was a powerful monster with great power and supernatural powers. It traveled thousands of miles every day. It harmed many people. It liked to eat children's hearts the most. No one could fight against it. Later, there was a wandering swordsman who vowed to destroy the monster, and they fought from sunrise to sunset, and from sunset to sunrise, and fought for seven hundred miles before seriously injuring the monster."

"But the swordsman was also dying at this time, unable to kill the monster, so the swordsman turned him and his sword into an ancient well and sealed the monster. Now, this well is here. Someone once passed by in the middle of the night. You can even hear strange whining noises coming from the well."

A wrinkled and very kind old lady, sitting in the sun, was washing and washing the clothes while telling stories to the grandchildren who surrounded her.

Not far away, there is a well, and two young women are working together to turn the water pulley. At this moment, the sun is shining brightly, and the legendary ghosts are just legends.

At the entrance of a street farther away, Zhang Yang changed into an ancient costume and walked away slowly, like a passerby.

It took him five hundred units of the law of the universe to create all of this before him.

That's right, it's that simple. No farming can compare to this kind of bombing.

But all of this is worth it. It is impossible for him to take the incomparably precious fragments of the real world to farm and build.

Therefore, it is better to plant a story. He uses a core direct disciple, a city, and 5,000 mortals to plant such a real story that is recognized by the fragments of the real world and can be projected into the heavens and worlds.

Nie Xiaoqian, Ning Caichen, Heishan Old Demon, and Grandma Mu used to be able to do things that masters of the Mahayana period could do, why couldn't he do it?

The conditions he has now are hundreds of times better than those people, not to mention that there are free actors in this story who are sincerely invested.

This is the most valuable of the one hundred and eight ways to develop Fragments of Realm.

At least for Zhang Yang.

He left the city just like that, as if he had never appeared before, but the story has officially started.

"ah!"

A young woman who was fetching water let out a scream, squatted down clutching her stomach, her face was extremely pale, as if she was going through terrible pain.

A group of people hurriedly helped her away and invited a doctor.

Then nothing special happened, and the woman recovered after recuperating at home for a few days.

But for some reason, whenever the woman approached the ancient well for a certain distance, she would hear some strange whispers inexplicably, which were extremely terrifying. At first, the woman did not dare to tell others, but since that day, as long as she fell into a dream , she would find herself walking involuntarily in a mist, deep in the mist, there was a strange whisper, and the voice would become more and more clear until she was awakened.

The woman fell ill again, and snake scales began to grow on her arms. She didn't even like cooked food anymore, and began to crave blood.

She didn't dare to describe these abnormalities to anyone, but the situation in her dream became more and more serious. She had already seen a somewhat vague silhouette of a huge, snake-like statue——

It was night, and the fourteen courtyards around the ancient well were filled with blood, hundreds of corpses had their throats bitten off and their blood was sucked out.

"Have you taken the bait, or are you still testing?"

Zhang Yang paid attention the whole time, like a chess player playing chess.

A chess piece was played out again, and a disciple of the fifth generation of Tianjianzong was ordered by his teacher to go down the mountain to practice. Passing here, he found that the evil spirit was soaring. He followed the clues to find the mutated woman and locked the ancient well, but His strength was unable to fight against that mutated woman. At the critical moment of life and death, a horrified horde appeared and beheaded the mutated woman, but it was a man with vicissitudes and endless loneliness.

This is of course Wu Jun, the responder.

Zhang Yang is using his status as the master of fragments of the real world. Without moving time, he can't move, but it is very easy to inject some time-flying information into a city, thousands of mortals, and his disciples.

Even the plague snake would be deceived by it.

It doesn't matter if you don't get fooled, Zhang Yang's purpose is very clear, you come, we will act.

If you don't come, I will make up a story and continue acting.

Once Nie Xiaoqian, Ning Caichen and those immortal cultivators could rely on the story of A Chinese Ghost Story to keep Liaozhai's Doomsday World going for so long.

It doesn't make sense for Zhang Yang to take advantage of the right time, place and people today, so he can't make a lot of money?