Lu Yao noticed that there was something hanging under the lampshade of the streetlight in Parking Lane.
With his excellent eyesight now, he could tell at a glance that it was an envelope, swinging from side to side in the cold wind. The envelope had been hanging on the streetlight for two days.
Not long after, someone appeared under the streetlight.
It was a girl in a white baker’s outfit, she carried a small bag, wore a camel-coloured duck hat and brown snow boots. The girl stood under the streetlight, rubbing her hands in the cold wind, seemingly waiting for someone.
Lu Yao didn’t quite understand Song Shiyi’s behaviour.
She had arranged to meet up with someone here?
Or was it.
She wanted to find Isabel?
As with the previous two days, after waiting for ten minutes, Song Shiyi left.
And at this time, Little Fire had made dinner.
A serving of fried noodles with shredded green pepper and meat, and a bowl of purple cabbage and egg soup.
Lu Yao used his chopsticks to pick up a roll of fried noodles, and his eyes went to the simulator.
He first glanced at the upper right corner.
Two key data must be kept in mind at all times.
Population: 28, 177 Faith: 8, 471
Apart from the one-time 2,900 population brought in by the Deep Sea Fishmen, the number of believers was steadily increasing.
Faith.
Previously, after a series of divine battles and great consumption, Lu Yao’s stock of beliefs had once dropped to less than 2,000.
Luckily, he was now holding 18 faith-generating props, and he was able to gain 1,032 points of faith income every day. A few days of rest and recuperation would slow him down.
The two wondrous prototypes [Lighthouse] and [Seminary] that the little people had built would have to be set back a little.
Speaking of props.
Initially, Lu Yao had also thought about making various combinations of props and developing their abilities further.
He had opened a special document on his computer called On the Maximum Utilisation of Faith Props.
After a while of analysing it, Lu Yao became dizzy to the point of being sleepy.
Forget it.
He closed the document and threw it into the recycle bin.
It wasn’t important.
Props were originally meant to serve the holder.
As long as there were enough of them and the grade was high enough, if you looked through them when you needed them, you could more or less find a useful one.
More was better, and better was more!
Just like bubble noodles. Don’t think about making a packet of instant noodles full of flavours, stock up on as many flavours and price points as you can, come back when you’re hungry and choose, end of story.
The most important things in the simulator are always population and faith.
Lu Yao’s highest priority at the moment was to find the [White God] hiding in the shadows.
He clicked on the temple and asked the two apostles responsible for the search.
The result was still no progress.
Lu Yao asked Isabel.
–Is it possible that the White God is not on the ground or in the sea, but in the sky? Or in the clouds?
In the pixel world, the player’s perspective would always habitually fall on the ground or the sea. This is the inertia of the overhead view.
But if you pull up the perspective further, you can see floating clouds in the air. They are clumps of pixelated white blocks that are very sketchy and easy to ignore.
It was also sort of a blind spot and dead zone of sorts.
“My lord, I’ve checked every cloud area.”
Isabel replied, “There is nothing in the clouds. If we go further up, we will reach the world border, and there isn’t any place where the idol can be fixed.”
Lu Yao ate the last bit of fried noodles in his bowl and wiped his mouth with a paper napkin.
Not in the sky.
Then what technique did the White God use to hide himself?
This player had a little something.
Isabelle made a guess, ”My lord, could it be like the previous Tapestry God. The White God’s idol has been moving around. That’s why we can’t pinpoint the location.”
Lu Yao was awakened by her words.
It was really possible.
If the Apostle had been helping the White God idol keep shifting, it would be difficult to find a fixed coordinate.
The fish people hadn’t found it under the sea because the White God’s main camp wasn’t in the sea either.
Just as Lu Yao was about to adjust his course, there was an important development on Yao City’s side.
A White God believer surrendered of his own accord.
This believer called Yang Hu knelt in front of the temple and wept bitterly, saying that he should not have forgotten about the Yao God who had sheltered people for generations and followed a heretical and evil god because of his greed for precious stones.
Yanghu was a shepherd.
Yanjiu tells him that the White God is the God of Treasure, and that by believing in the White God he will be able to obtain inexhaustible treasures as well as unrivalled power.
Under the other side’s jewellery offensive, the poor Sheep Lake shook his faith.
Following Yanjiu all the way east and west, Sheep Lake realises that he has been duped!
Gems are just pretty rocks if they can’t be used in the city.
He missed the clean houses in Yao City, the smelly but warm sheep, and the city’s fragrant wheat cakes, potatoes, roasted salt fish, and refreshing ale.
Now he lived like a primitive savage, searching for berries in the wild, eating raw fish, and hiding around like a wild animal being chased by hunters.
Angry, Sheep Lake decides to go back!
To go to the temple to give thanks for his sins and to pray to gain the forgiveness of the gods and prophets.
Before going back, he decided to take the blame!
To find the base camp of the Evil God’s followers, so that he could completely eradicate this group of cultists and prevent more people from being deceived and going down the wrong path like himself.
After patiently waiting and lurking, Sheep Lake followed Salt Long to see the apostle of the [White God].
“That’s a huge white boar, full of terrifying power.”
“When it let out its roar, everyone was too scared to move.”
Lu Yao’s past memories were evoked.
Among the Hogfish Brothers, the head hunter was preoccupied with the fact that there was a magical white boar that had never been caught. He was eager to capture the white boar as a sacrifice.
The rumoured white boar really existed.
Kneeling outside the shrine, Sheep Lake continued, “…… That white boar is called Lord White, and it is also the messenger of the White God. It told all of us to spread the faith of the White God and bring people over to kneel to it, and then it will grant us power.”
“Although Lord White looks like a boar, it doesn’t stay in the forest; it slumbers underground on an island north of the Western Continent.”
“But it didn’t tell us about the idol or the temple, it just told us to meditate on the White Lord’s name and offer our faith.”
“Not all of us in that group truly believed in the White God, we all came here for the jewel, and we all thought about taking the jewel and going back to the city……. This made Lord White very angry, and stinking salt for a long time.”
“Later, Lord White asked us to find new believers, so I immediately ran back to report.”
Yang Hu’s head hit the ground, and a crying expression surfaced on the top of his head.
“Lord Yao Shen, please forgive me for my ignorance and stupidity, I really know I was wrong! I will sincerely repent every single day and spread the gospel of the gods to everyone!”
Lu Yao didn’t care about swingers like Yang Hu.
When there were more little people, all sorts of people would appear.
As long as faith and civilisation were kept at the forefront, people like Sheep Lake would be on the side of the strong.
The key was still hard power.
The White God would only find crooked people if he went around pulling strong men and pyramid schemes to find believers like this, and would not be able to build a solid continuation of faith and civilisation.
Lu Yao mobilised the Deep Sea Lords and directly blockaded the northern waters. Isabelle was also occupying the airspace, and every move below could not escape her eyes.
At the same time, the Blood Knights also departed from the northern forest and rushed to the island over there.
A dialogue box suddenly popped up above Isabel’s head.
“My lord, enemy detected!”
Lu Yao switched perspectives.
On a desolate island covered in rocks, a white boar burrowed out of the ground. It ran wildly all the way towards the coast, seemingly wanting to run away from the water.
Stealing my faith and still wanting to run?
Lu Yao pinched his fingers.
Apostle against Apostle today, to give you a chance for a fair duel.
Lest you say that I’m a god who always bullies people with lightning.
