Yellow sky?

Due to the high-dimensional influence from Zhang Zi's own self, whatever he says will ignore the low-dimensional person's own cognitive level and force the other person to understand the meaning conveyed in it.

Even, in some cities, in some villages, some people who are born deaf are stunned, babbling and dancing, shocked by the sound they heard for the first time in their lives, and shocked by the complex meaning that can be expressed by just a few syllables.

Even some demented children who grew up in rich families suddenly seemed to have opened their minds, their eyes had focus, and they shouted violently: "Yellow sky!" Peace is coming! Peace is coming! ”

It made the family surprised, happy and shocked.

Even a child with dementia can understand the meaning of 'yellow sky' in Zhang Zicheng's mouth.

At this moment, no matter what the original meaning of 'Huangtian' was, in Zhang Zicheng's understanding, it is a word created by Zhang Jiao using the fantasy of the peaceful and prosperous era under the rule of the Yellow Emperor as an example, which is used to express an ideal order where everyone is equal, good and evil are rewarded, and there is no exploitation.

Since Zhang Zicheng understands it this way, then in this low dimension, Huang Tian only allows the existence of this only explanation.

Even whether Zhang Zicheng wants it or not, he has the ultimate right to define all words in this world.

And this voice is not only spread throughout Kyushu, but even the barbarians outside the country can understand all the meanings of these words. Therefore, when these people face this voice, they behave even more violently.

For a time, the unprecedented and complicated sound of discussion sounded on the earth, and the heaven and earth were filled with noisy sounds.

All were shocked and incredulous, and hurriedly communicated with each other to make sure they were all hearing the same sound and meaning.

Some people doubt the authenticity of this voice and try to find out where it came from. Some people feel great fear and awe and see it as the coming of God.

In addition, there are countless people, some are frightened, some are curious, some are afraid, some are escaping reality and pretending not to hear, and some even kowtow directly and start to say how miserable their lives are, begging God for help.

Almost everything that human beings can show in the face of the unknown can be seen in a corner.

But these reactions that just appear when he hears the sound are not what Zhang Zicheng wants.

The meal hasn't started yet, what are you kowtowing?

Zhang Zicheng, who was sitting in front of the computer, twisted his neck, crossed his fingers and turned outward, stretched his waist, and showed a smile of expectation.

He once played a game called This Is My War.

In this game, players take on the role of several survivors as they search for supplies in the ruins, sometimes encountering other survivors. It could be some children, or it could be an elderly person.

But the only choice the protagonist can make is to either steal or not to steal.

This made Zhang Zicheng very dissatisfied.

Because he used a modifier to transfer tens of thousands of supplies to himself, why did he open the old man's drawer and stuff the food, and the system still judged that he was stealing, causing the old man to starve to death?

Now, there is finally an extremely realistic game that can realize Zhang Zicheng's desire to be completely self-satisfied.

The golden hazy power of wishes, like a cloud of dust in the universe, envelops the entire earth with the unstoppable power of nature.

Everyone looked up in amazement, day and night, and watched as the sky was completely enveloped in golden auspicious clouds.

Although these wishes are only a fraction of what remains after strengthening Zhang Zicheng's spirit and strengthening the carrying capacity of the universe. But when faced with a mere planet, it's hard to say what's going on.

After all, it is the power of the will summarized by the timeline of tens of billions of years in the past and the future, which belongs to the one-time tax to the end of the universe.

Since all the taxes have been collected, of course, we must fulfill our responsibilities.

Besides, Zhang Zicheng still needs these people to go to other universes to open up a new Wishing Power environment in the future.

————

Liu Bei listened to the solemn and mysterious words in his ear, and the straw mat in his hand couldn't be braided.

He sat on the bazaar, looking dazed, and the noise around him could not be heard.

In this prophetic discourse, each sentence weighs as much as a kilogram.

However, the Eastern Han Dynasty is not mentioned, and the poems written by Cao Cao keep surrounding Liu Bei's ears.

Such a hellish scene, just thinking about it, Liu Bei couldn't help but feel like a knife.

As a person with a relatively low tear point, he quickly rolled up his sleeves to wipe away his tears, regardless of the dirt on his face when weaving straw mats.

"Cao Cao, Yu must be friends with him!"

"And, in such a troubled world, I must not let him appear!"

After secretly swearing in his heart, Liu Bei couldn't help frowning slightly, and raised his head to look at the golden clouds that were gradually spreading in the sky.

God suddenly warned everyone in the world about the future, this Liu Bei can understand, probably can't bear to see the tragedy in the world.

However...... Is the yellow sky coming?

What exactly does this mean.

Although he can understand the meaning, Liu Bei still doesn't understand, how can this be done?

Does the gods want to come down to earth to succeed the son of heaven of the Han family, become the co-master of man and god, and rule the world?

Thinking of this, Liu Bei couldn't help but shake his head, feeling unrealistic.

As a person who likes to think, and also a person who has read books with Confucianism, Liu Bei does not have too many filters for the sages.

If the system of the sages is really good enough, how can the Qin Dynasty destroy the Six Kingdoms and win the world without the Zhou Gong system?

Just when he was thinking wildly, Liu Bei suddenly felt that his eyes were dazzled, and he noticed that there were some more things around him.

Suspiciously, he raised his eyes and looked at them, and suddenly his eyes slowly widened, and his jaw opened slightly, unable to close.

Halfway through the straw mat he had woven was a bag of peeled rice, a bag of unknown vegetables that looked too bright, a red meat wrapped in an oilcloth, a bundle of firewood, an iron pot, a bucket of water in a luxurious transparent vessel, and an unknown small square box.

Neat.

It just appeared in a daze, without any warning.

There are even some people who are walking, accidentally step on the oilcloth bag, and fall directly on the horse.

The man was covered in tattered clothes, his cheeks were thin, and he got up from the ground with a curse, and when he saw what was under his feet, his whole body instantly stiffened.

"Wow——!"

The city fell into an unspeakable dead silence.

Liu Bei's eyes also straightened.

Wait.

Is it such a peaceful and prosperous era?

Directly send food, vegetables, meat, firewood, and water, right?

That's too simple and crude, right? Is it really okay?

Isn't there any obligation? Isn't there any responsibility? Are there no rules and regulations?

Did this thing come out of thin air, or was it moved from another part of the world? What do we need to pay to get this? Do I need to take out a portion of it to pay taxes?

Countless thoughts poured out of Liu Bei's mind like a fountain, making him feel dizzy almost immediately.

But in the end, he still had a question, and he almost blurted it out, but he really couldn't hold it back.

He couldn't help but raise his head and asked loudly to the heavens: "Dare to ask Huang Tian, is it only this time, or will it be in the future?!" ”

After shouting, he shook his head self-deprecatingly.

How could Huang Tian answer himself, an ordinary mortal?

Otherwise, everyone's doubts will be answered, even if it is God, it will be annoying, right?

At that moment, the voice sounded faintly again.

"Once a month."

"Wow ————!!!!!"

The city was filled with the sound of gasps.

Taiping, it's really coming!