After eating his stomach, Todd fell to sleep by the campfire.

Zhou Qingfeng also wanted to sleep, but he was even more afraid of the cold. He needed to throw a piece of firewood into the bonfire from time to time to keep the temperature in the hole. He could not throw too much, after all, the night was long and there was not much firewood collected temporarily, so it would be a big trouble after burning it.

The barbarian is strong. Compared to Zhou Qingfeng, who is trembling, Todd is wearing animal skin, with his arms exposed. This guy doesn't even have shoes, and he is just wrapped in two animal skins, and he is tied with a rattan.

Compared to the cold, Zhou Qingfeng was more worried about his actions after dawn. He asked Todd where to go next? The barbarian stared at him and said that he had been wandering everywhere and would go wherever he could fill his stomach.

As for tomorrow's worries, I'll talk about them tomorrow.

"I really asked the wrong person." Zhou Qingfeng thought hard in front of the bonfire, but had no idea. He asked Todd to take him to the nearest village after dawn.

Todd immediately remembered the unlucky thing he was caught by the goblin when he was drunk, and scolded him for going to trouble some bad-hearted bastard.

No matter how you look at it, it doesn't seem like a way to solve the problem.

Tired and cold, Zhou Qingfeng hung his head in front of the bonfire. The cold wind outside the cave was like howling ghosts and wolves. In the middle of the night, some strange movements came. He slept very lightly, hung his head for a while, and woke up after a while, until he couldn't stand it.

Deep sleep, the information network as the Golden Finger has finally started.

Before traveling through time, Zhou Qingfeng was a keyboard coolie who was 996 every day, and the most contact was the "network". When he fell asleep, his consciousness sank into a familiar and unfamiliar environment, and the data and information flashed in front of his eyes.

These data information leads from the ground to the sky and is divided into different colors such as red, orange, yellow, green, blue, and purple. One of the purple information flows is next to Zhou Qingfeng. He wants to touch it casually, but it feels like an electric shock and his brain is hurt.

It was also because of this electric shock that Zhou Qingfeng instantly understood what he saw. This was a believer in another world communicating with the gods. Each information flow was like a computer terminal sending a request to the server, and the content of the "request" was all-encompassing.

Some people pray for wealth; some want strength; some want health; some ask about the whereabouts of their enemies. Different colors of information flow represent the permission of the ‘request’.

The purple is the highest, and the terminal is often a kind of god messenger, bishop, and crazy believer. The server's "god" reacts the fastest. The communication between the two parties is like doing business. The higher the level, the lower the transaction cost and the greater the transaction volume.

Those who want wealth can obtain information about wealth; those who want strength can obtain powerful magic; those who want health can recover immediately; those who want revenge can know the position of the enemy.

In order to get what they want, what does each ‘terminal’ have to pay?

"This feels like blockchain technology!" Zhou Qingfeng sighed, "The laws of each god are different, just like different algorithms. Every believer is a mining machine, using the computing power of his own brain to solve it.

The 'solve' obtained is the power of faith. The stronger the ability, the more fanatical believers, the stronger the computing power, the more coins they dug out. The happier the gods will be, and the more generous the gifts will be."

Thinking of this, the power of faith is the energy that conforms to certain rules. It is the keyboard coolie of Zhou Qingfeng, a general currency that deals between believers and gods. His understanding is very unique.

In addition to mining, eliminating high-level believers from enemies can also please the gods. Or completing tasks assigned by gods is also a way to gain favor from gods. But chanting prayers like "mining" is definitely the most common way.

Among the transaction ‘requests’, the purple one is the least, but the gods pay the most attention to it and are not allowed to be easily touched by outsiders. Simply put, the defense mechanism is very sound and has no loopholes. With Zhou Qingfeng’s level, it cannot be spyed or intercepted.

"Am I a virus in this other world network?" Zhou Qingfeng couldn't help but swear. He had imagined what would happen if he turned into a 'network port scanner', and now his dream came true.

But this network in another world is too inexplicable.

"What can I do here?" Zhou Qingfeng's eyes looked at the information flow of other colors.

Since purple has the highest level, the largest number of red is the lowest.

Zhou Qingfeng grabbed a red information stream casually, just like a Trojan on the network intercepting a data packet, and it was easy to connect with it.

The red information flow does not have a strict format, does not have any security defense measures, and does not even target a specific god's 'server', but is a broad network broadcast.

This kind of ‘broadcasting’ does not have any encryption form, and the information is completely disclosed.

The intercepted message is that a little girl is praying for food.

A picture appeared in Zhou Qingfeng's mind in the cold wind, and a little girl in rags was huddling in the corner of the dark street. She was extremely thin, with messy hair and black fingers, and was begging.

"Who can give me some food, I'm so hungry."

"Who can save me? I'm going to be frozen to death."

"No matter what kind of god it is, please pity me. I just want to eat."

The little girl looked at her at most seven or eight years old, pitiful. Her voice was very small and she received no response to her request. The gods in the sky were busy connecting with the believers who were closest to her, the most powerful, and the most capable of providing the power of faith.

For the little girl

She is not even a believer. She is weak, ignorant, helpless, and has no value. She is too lazy to even deal with her crying.

But among the vast beings, the weak need help the most.

Zhou Qingfeng felt sympathy for a while, but what was there at hand?

Todd ate the leftover chicken skeleton. The barbarian chewed heavily and ate it until he was full. There was still a lot of meat on the remaining chicken skeleton and discarded chicken internal organs.

Zhou Qingfeng's consciousness moved, and the chicken skeleton that was thrown into the cave suddenly disappeared. It ignored the barriers of time and space and appeared directly in front of the little girl.

The chicken skeleton that appeared out of thin air also had the aroma of grease.

The poor little girl looked at the food falling from the sky in surprise, immediately picked it up, opened her mouth to bite the chicken remaining on it. She ate it quickly and urgently, and the chicken bones were about to cut through her mouth.

As for how this thing came about? The little girl didn't think about it because she was too hungry.

Zhou Qingfeng was not hungry any more, but he looked sad. He couldn't help but say, "Eat slowly, no one will snatch you."

The sound also ignored the barriers of time and space, and reached the little girl's ears. She was having a full meal and looked up blankly, with only the dark night sky in front of her. So she asked weakly: "Who is it?"

"Me" Zhou Qingfeng suddenly said in a silence, "Little guy, don't worry about who I am? Just eat slowly."

The little girl chewed a few more bites, and she was not picky at all. She even ate all the chicken internal organs that Todd didn't want to eat. After eating, she looked up at the night sky, "Is it God who gave me food?"

"No, I'm just a mortal, too." Zhou Qingfeng replied, "I heard your prayers, but I can't give you too much."

When the little girl heard that she was a mortal, she was a little disappointed. She said weakly: "Thank you, you are a good person, I will pray for you."

The information flow was interrupted.

Zhou Qingfeng, who was sinking into the consciousness network, suddenly smiled bitterly. It seemed that he had no potential to be a charlatan.

In a human settlement not far from Zhou Qingfeng, in the dark corner of the street, a dirty little girl was gnawing a chicken skeleton. She didn't even miss the crisper cartilage and ate all she could eat into her stomach.

After eating, she was a little reluctant to part with the chewed bones, and continued to bite them in her mouth and suck out the bone marrow inside, completely making full use of them.

My belly was finally filled.

With a long sigh, the little girl sat blankly on the corner of the street sheltered from the wind, looked up at the dark night, and asked quietly: "Hey, kind-hearted man, are you still here?"

There was no response in the night sky, only the cold wind whistled through.

The thin little girl shouted a few times, lowered her head, and tightened her thin and torn clothes on her body. She thought to herself silently: "I'm full today, what should I do tomorrow? The weather is getting colder and colder, and I'm afraid I'll starve to death.
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