"Boom -"

the crowd was shocked and looked up at the cloudless sky one after another.

"Boom -"

then, the thunder exploded again, as if the sky was about to explode.

When Nian Gao's legs softened, he was scared to his knees.

Old six looked at the ground, looked at the sky, and suddenly thought of some things, his lips trembled, pored, knelt on the ground, murmured: "God's game, is the God's game, the God's game will start again."

When the senior slave who was passing by with grain on his shoulder heard this, the grain in his hand fell to the ground.

Other people quickly realized that the thunder predicted what was going to happen. They threw away the grain in a hurry, knelt on the ground, kowtowed and begged for mercy: "the gods and adults of great kindness, please forgive us once."

When everyone kowtowed, they were very sincere and forceful, and there was a bump noise between the forehead and the ground. Within a moment, red blood was left on the forehead.

Baoye frowns at the clear sky above his head. He has heard his adoptive father talk about the game of gods. Whenever his adoptive father talks about it, he always looks frightened. At that time, he didn't experience it personally, so he couldn't feel the mood of his adoptive father.

But in the memory of the ugly slave, let him see the cruel side of the gods again.

From time to time, the gods of the world will use their divine power to set off all kinds of natural disasters in the world, so that the slaves fall into pain, escape, panic and death, and then enjoy watching the slaves earn hard on the edge of human nature.

God game is very cruel. Every time we experience it, many slaves will die. The masters of the lower world never stop the gods from killing their slaves. Instead, they follow the gods to watch the slaves survive in their own danger, and even bet on the life and death of slaves.

Dongling CE mouth corner a bend, asked Baoye and jinlingrui: "you two brothers don't kneel?"

Jin Lingrui took out a cigarette from his pocket and said in a low voice: "kneeling can prevent the gods from playing games?"

Baoye curled his lips: "kneeling is better than thinking about how to deal with it."

Hearing this, Jin Lingrui, who was about to light a cigarette, put the cigarette back into his pocket and went to ask his men kneeling on the ground to carry grain to the car.

Donglingce looks at Jin Lingrui, who helps with food: "why kill him that night?"

Bao Ye raised his eyelids and said, "I'm possessed."

Donglingce didn't believe what he said, but he didn't intend to go into it. He turned to him and asked, "let's guess what the God's game is this time?"

Baoye sneered: "do you still have to guess?"

Dongling CE raised his eyebrows: "what do you mean?"

"In my heart, you're with them. You like to play tricks on people."

The only difference is that donglingce has not joked about human life so far.

Dongling CE drew up the corner of his lips: "yes, we are a group. Later, copy the Vajra Sutra with your butt."

The corner of Baoye's mouth blows. Damn it, who wrote with his butt?

He made an excuse and said, "I can't write."

"Copy."

"I can't see the words in my eyes. How can I copy them?" he said

"With your asshole."

Baoye draws a few black lines on his forehead: "the asshole should be responsible for holding the pen to write, so I have no time to look at it."

Donglingce chuckles. This man is really funny.

People around him heard the laughter and looked at them.

Jin Lingrui looks at Baoye thoughtfully.

Baoye is too lazy to take care of the disease and turns to the Ministry of health.

Soon, the senior and the sixth also helped each other back to the Ministry of health, two people look pale.

Baoye picked his eyebrows and said, "before the game of gods begins, you will put on your dead faces. Is it too early?"

"You don't know that at the beginning of the game of gods, many people will die. Even senior slaves can't escape. We are dead."

Laoliu said in a hoarse voice, "my parents, second brother, third brother and seventh brother all died in the game of gods."

Baoye:

At this time, Wang Qiao also came back, powerless to sit on the chair and said: "I don't know what kind of catastrophe this time will be."

The Ministry of health is dead.

"Thunder, wind, flood and plague." Baoye suddenly said.

Sixth, they looked at him stupidly.

"Pestilence is the most terrible. If there is no medicine to cure people, the virus will infect and eventually a large number of people will die." Baoye twisted his eyebrows: "you are ready in advance."

He is based on what his adoptive father told him and the time to judge what kind of divine game will appear at this time point.

Nian gaoleng hissed: "it's the same as it is."

Baoye looks at him and doesn't speak. After all, he is not sure.

On that day, the atmosphere in the construction site was very low. Even the deacons who were always superior were calm. If the game of gods came, they would suffer together with the slaves.In the afternoon, when they came back from work, the slaves kept their heads down and did not speak. After receiving dinner, they sat on their beds and ate in silence.

Baoye, as usual, gives his rice to Jiang Yu.

This time, Jiang Yu not only did not take the rice, but also put his bowl by the bed.

Baoye asks with concern, "no taste?"

Jiang Yu said in a low voice: "we are all going to die. There is no taste to eat."

Baoye laughs: "God game has not started, how can you be sure you are going to die?"

"I'm so old that I can't avoid the game of gods." Jiang Yu sighed: "I've lived enough in my life, and I'm tired."

He lost his vitality and grew old in an instant.

Baoye put the bowl into his hand: "it's not easy to die. You'll be dead if you bump into the wall."

This word immediately gets Jiang Yu a stare: "you this person can't say to listen to comfort me?"

Baoye said with a smile: "if you need comfort, it means you don't want to die. You have to eat your meal and fill your stomach before you have the strength to resist the game of the gods."

Jiang Yu looked at the bedstead beside him and the pillars of the shed. He couldn't lift up the courage to die, so he picked up a bowl of rice.

After turning off the lights at night, suddenly, there are countless silver lights in the sky, lighting up the shed. Then, the sky thunder rings. The thunder is bigger and more terrible than in the morning, and the ground is shaking.

They woke up and sat up.

The lightning outside was like a lamp that was about to break down, and the thunder was like setting off firecrackers one after another. The slaves were so scared that they didn't dare to go out.

Baoye's bed is next to the window. When he gets up and has a look, he can see that in the distance, one after another is as thick as lightning from high-rise buildings, hitting the ground from the sky.

Because his sight was blocked, he couldn't see the scenery too far away, but he could clearly hear the sound of bombing when the lightning hit some places.

Baoye sits back on the bed.

"Ugly slave, what do you see?" Jiang Yu asked

According to the truth, Baoye said: "there are dense lightning outside."

Jiang Yu's face suddenly white: "must be the God's game started."

Lao Luo on the opposite bed heard them chatting and sighed: "I hope the thunder and lightning will not blow to us."

The slaves beside his bed were shaking with fear.

It was near daybreak that the thunder stopped.

They didn't sleep well all night. Just as they wanted to go to sleep, they were called up to work by the Deacon.

On the way to the construction site, Baoye sees several huge pits bombed by electric mines. There is a strong burning smell in the pits.

The slaves in the carriage gasped when they saw the big hole.

"It's terrible. If thunder and lightning strike on our slaves' sheds, we will die."

"I hope the gods will not thunder again."

"We should pray that there will be no more god games."

Baoye listens to the slaves' prayer all the way and comes to the health department of the construction site.

As soon as Nian Gao, who always disdains to talk to Baoye, saw him, he was immediately excited and said, "ugly slave, someone in Xicheng District was killed by lightning last night. Their bodies were either charred or split in two. It's terrible. I don't know which city's next turn will be bad luck."

Before Baoye has time to speak, Lao Liu and Wang Qiao run in with their faces in shock.

"What's wrong with you?" Nian Gao asked

Wang Qiao was sitting on the chair in vain: "I saw a lot of corpses on the way to here."

"Me, me, too." I saw more than one corpse and said, "I saw more than one corpse."

Baoye asks curiously, "what's the matter?"

"On the way to our motorcade, we saw several people who were injured by lightning and did not die. Some people got off to rescue them, but they were electrocuted by their residual electricity."

"Is this a warning from the gods? Are we not allowed to save people? "

Laoliu thought about it and nodded: "it's very possible."

"Young master Jin? Is young master Jin here? " Deacon Tao's voice rang out at the door.

Baoye looks at the door: "I'm here. Is deacon Tao in trouble?"

While yawning, Deacon Tao came in and said, "the master told me to come and see if you are dead. If you are not dead, you can still let him play for a long time."

Baoye turned his eyes angrily: "thank you for your concern."

Deacon Tao yawned: "the master won't come to the construction site today. You can stay in the Ministry of health."

"Good."

When deacon Tao left, Nian Gao envied and envied: "the master really cares about you."

Baoye is speechless. Where does he see that donglingce cares about him?

Laoliu yawned: "while you don't have to work, hurry to make up your sleep. Maybe there will be more terrible things waiting for us next."

Nian Gao and Wang Qiao nodded and went to bed on the table.Baoye is not sleepy. He leaves the Ministry of health with the car key and drives the garbage truck to the construction site. He finds that the boundary is set at the construction site, and the wind and lightning can't get in.

"It's a great border."

Baoye has seen the boundary of God. He can be sure that the boundary in front of him is not worse than that of God, and even higher than that of God. This makes him better and better. What is the holy place of Qidong lingce? Why has he stayed in the upper world for so many years without hearing the name of this man.