"Telection in five seconds... locking the old corpse of the mountain village."

“5,4,3,2,1.”

The huge ball of light became brighter and brighter, and five beams of light appeared and instantly shone on everyone. When the light disappeared, it lost its trace.

"Ah, the Lord God has more and more restrictions on me."

Jiaoyue, who was sitting at the dining table, looked at the place where everyone disappeared and sighed helplessly.

"Now, re-establish the rules, and are being formulated..."

The rules are as follows:

First, there must be no abnormal behavior that does not match the role of the role, otherwise one thousand reward points will be deducted at one time and the points will not be sufficient after the end of the reincarnation world, and the main god will be wiped out.

Second, you must not attack the villagers on your own initiative, and you will deduct 500 reward points after discovering them once.

Third, no prompting others to be told, one word will be deducted from one hundred reward points.

Everyone will immediately change their appearance and gain a different identity.

Rescue a villager and receive one hundred reward points, redeeming a teammate who has not awakened, and receive five hundred reward points. Rescue a once awakened person, and receive one thousand reward points, and so on.

For those above, one of the dead will be deducted from 100 reward points.

When the portrait recovered consciousness, the cold and majestic voice in his mind was heard.

"My second, who did he send me here?"

A man in very shammad raised his nostrils high. When he heard the voice of the main god in his mind, he looked at everyone disdainfully and started making a big fuss.

"Ji Lan, I'll leave it to you." The portrait frowned, and felt a little bored in his heart. He pointed to the five newcomers standing aside and ordered Ji Lan beside him.

"Thank you, these 500 reward points will be reserved for you when you come back."

Ji Lan smiled when she heard this, got up and walked towards the newcomers.

"Did you see such a line of words on the computer screen before?"

"Do you think about the meaning of life? Do you want to really... live? YES or  NO?"

When Ji Lan said this, the newcomers couldn't help but start to recall, and nodded to her immediately after thinking about what had happened before.

"After you choose the option YES, you are sent here by the Lord God. Newcomers, if you don't work hard, you will die here."

After Ji Lan finished saying this, the voice of the Lord God came from her mind, and the corners of her mouth slowly rose, as if the reward points had been received.

"Tell me about your profession and expertise. We will consider whether to train more valuable newcomers."

Xue Yang, who was standing aside, waited for Ji Lan to finish speaking, and then walked towards the newcomers with his laptop. He pushed his glasses and said to them with a calm expression.

"Bah, I don't believe it!" The man from Shamatt spit at Xue Yang and turned around with disdain.

"My name is Zheng Zha. I used to be an office worker supervisor and I don't have any specialties."

A relatively calm young man reported his situation to Xue Yang.

"My name is Ya Dunmeng. Is he a Japanese. Is he special? He can wrestle and some sword skills."

A kimono man with long hair bent down at Xue Yang, but his right hand was placed on the long sword tied around his waist.

Xue Yang forced a smile and wrote down his name in his notebook.

"My name is Zhang Heng. I have participated in the Olympics and am a famous archer."

When Xue Yang looked at the strong and muscular man, the other party scratched his head embarrassedly and smiled at him.

"My name is Hemu, and I am a Feng Shui master."

When Xue Yang looked at the last middle-aged man, the other party nodded slightly at him and continued to close his eyes.

The light shield outside slowly began to dissipate, and the portrait found that the teammates who were originally standing beside him had all disappeared for no reason.

He took out a smooth and clear mirror from the storage ring and looked down.

That was a young man wearing glasses, about 1.75 meters tall, and was relatively thin.

I learned his new name from the portrait of the Lord God.

Mu Yang is a college student who is preparing to return to his hometown in the mountain village to celebrate the New Year.

Snowflakes all over the sky fell in the sky, and gradually the ground began to dye white, and the tall and majestic hillsides were covered with silver, giving them a different kind of magnificence.

Suddenly, the portrait's eyes turned to the village building above the road, and at the entrance of the village there was an old madman with disheveled hair yelling there.

"There are ghosts inside, there are really ghosts. Is he? Labor and capital must be dreaming, um..."

Suddenly, he stopped suddenly, as if he had seen some terrifying existence.

His eyes were convex and he looked at the portrait walking, murmured in his mouth something he was about to say, but he fell straight to the cold ground.

"Hey? It's Mu Yang who is back!"

When the portrait heard the sound, I saw an old lady who was originally sitting at the entrance of the village and walking towards the village with a festive look on her face.

The portrait did not make a sound and slowly walked towards the old madman who was lying on the ground.

He stretched out his index finger to the other person's nostrils and found that the old madman had stopped breathing, and the warm body began to slowly become cold.

The portrait frowned, stopped paying attention to this person, and continued to walk towards the entrance of the village.

When he disappeared, he did not find a group of jackals running from a distance. After looking around, he bent down and took away the old madman's body and ran to the snow-covered forest.

"Hey, Mu Yang is really back. That old woman who is rash and loses all day long hasn't talked nonsense."

When the portrait walked into the village, I found that the buildings of each household were not far apart, and I could meet each other almost as soon as I went out.

When he walked to a portal, he found that the other party was cooking. When the middle-aged village name saw the portrait, he shouted in surprise.

As the portrait grew deeper and deeper, a memory that did not belong to him gradually became in my mind.

The portrait learned from memory that a child who could get into college would appear in this backward mountain village almost a hundred years later, so it was not surprising that he would cause such a big disturbance when he came back.

The portrait came to his home after searching for memory. When he came to the door, he saw an old woman cooking.

"Pu"

When the old woman turned around and saw the portrait, the wooden spoon in her hand fell to the ground involuntarily.

"My son, you are finally back!"

After the old woman was silent for a few seconds, tears left in her eyes and she was a little excited.

Mu Yang looked at her silently, feeling that the other party was both familiar and unfamiliar. After a long time, he stepped forward and hugged the old woman, saying, "Mom, I'm back."

"Boy, I'm finally willing to come back."

After hearing the noise, my father, who was sitting on the bed and watching the old-fashioned TV, got out of bed and put on his shoes, came to the portrait and pretended to be angry and swearing.

"Come on, tell me, have you been bullied outside? How are you getting along with classmates?"

The old woman wiped her tears, pulled the portrait with excitement and sat down by the bed, and said softly.
Chapter completed!