Evil God Observation Bottle

When the hundred-sided die was rolled ten times in a row, and the final result was all 1, Feng Xixing finally felt something was wrong. He glanced at the QQ group: no one was talking anymore, only the echo of Dice Girl rolling dice again and again. Feng Xixing tentatively typed slowly in the chat box, "Is the dice master registered?" The message has not been sent yet, but Sic Niang's new message has popped up: "It's time for you to take the call." A hill called a slope, a deep black pool, a deep forest with rustling tree roots: a few thatched houses, and a mud ditch, through which several people in simple clothes walked. They smeared carbon on the cut tree trunks and wrote words that originated from "gods" and were not of this world—— "There is traffic on every street, and chickens and dogs hear each other." When evil gods are obsessed with focusing their attention on mortal life, they forget to look at themselves.