Sur's spine seemed to be bent, and he was almost crawling on the ground.
Ignoring Princess Camellia's sarcastic tone, Ji Heng was about to rush over to lend a hand when he heard Su Er say, "Save... the villain."
Because it was surrounded by insect eggs, it was like a high wall was erected around it, and the sound coming through was a little distorted.
Ji Heng vaguely saw a red glow amidst the white mass, and the next moment, he saw Suer mustering all his strength to throw a string of objects. The crackling sound echoed through the empty library, mingled with the unpleasant smell of sulfur.
firecracker?
Ji Heng was stunned for a moment, wondering where the other party bought it from.
As if he could sense his thoughts from a distance, Soul took the initiative to speak after the pressure on him eased: "This world does not have a ban on fireworks."
There was also a smell of burning insects in the air, a bit like a quilt that had just been dried in the sun.
After the last firecracker blast, he quickly considered what he could do to delay the situation. As his brow furrowed in worry, the besieging insects suddenly dispersed. Sur looked up in surprise, only to see Ji Heng cutting his way through the perimeter.
"Didn't we agree to rescue the little clay figurine?"
"Save you first." Ji Heng held the talisman paper between his fingers and waved it into the air. The crackling sound similar to roasted chestnuts replaced the firecrackers. He then added: "Human life is at stake."
Sur got up without even having time to brush off the dirt on his body and quickly joined the battle.
As the white flocs thinned, the remaining eggs began to disperse in all directions. The tiny creatures could feed on wild animals when they gathered together, but they were difficult to track down when they dispersed, making them quite troublesome.
Once safe, Sur immediately chased in the direction of the next wave of white fluff. He followed the corridor forward, where the ground was covered in dirt. He first spotted an arm, then a clay figurine's leg. He sighed, "I'm afraid it's gone."
Ji Heng glanced around: "The eggs are just scattered, not hidden."
After staring at the white fluff for a few seconds, Su Er suddenly looked around the host. Not far from him, a small clay figure was standing on one leg with its only remaining leg trembling.
The insect eggs were afraid of the host and only dared to peek around instead of rushing forward like they did to Sur.
"You actually know that the fox is taking advantage of the tiger's power."
Having said that, Sur frowned when he saw this scene. Judging from Princess Camellia's style, the little clay figurine was in great danger.
Just as he was thinking about whether there was any other rescue plan, something unexpected happened... Camellia Princess seemed not to notice the situation around her. She smiled slightly, snapped her fingers and disappeared from the spot.
Without the host's intimidation, the white fluff pounced frantically at the clay figurine. Ji Heng's talisman flew even faster, blocking the initial wave of attacks. By the time they reached the top of the stairs, the talisman's effect had been neutralized. A small spray of water emanated from the air, sending insects plummeting to the ground. A few drops of water splattered onto the clay figurine, leaving pockmarks and dents. Overall, it was a much better outcome than being attacked and bitten by the white fluff.
Su Er slowed down his pace: "Zhu Yu?"
Zhu Yu nodded and looked at the little clay figurine.
Sur came over and reshaped its hands and feet, but because of the presence of a third person, he did not replenish its Yin Qi.
"Props?" Zhu Yu asked with doubt in his tone.
Some players have gained sorcery in dungeons, significantly increasing their spiritual power and occasionally collaborating with monsters. However, these individuals typically harm their teammates. Another possibility is obtaining rare items, such as strange dolls.
"It's a prop." Soul said it in a general way.
Zhu Yu fixed his eyes on the "One Person Gained the Dao" on his badge, then looked at Ji Heng's "Chicken and Dogs Risen to Heaven" and said firmly, "I believe you."
"..." Su Er smiled awkwardly and changed the subject: "Thank you for what I said just now."
Zhu Yu shook his head: "I only chose to attack because I saw that Bai Xu's target was it."
Generally, monsters like to attack at night, but they suddenly gather during the day and besiege a prop, which shows that the existence of this thing has greatly affected their rights and interests.
Su Er glanced at Ji Heng, who nodded slightly. He then considered his words and said, "You should already know that white fluff is insect eggs?"
Zhu Yu: "That's right."
"The clay figurine was summoned and is considered a demon. Now it has merged with a peach blossom given by the female ghost in the temple."
"Antibodies?" Zhu Yu reacted before he could finish. However, when he saw the little clay figurine in his pocket, his eyes were indescribable: "Does this thing have cells?"
It was clear that his body was full of mud.
Su Er only gave a guess: "Perhaps something strange happened around the fusion of peach blossoms."
"It's no use." After a brief moment of excitement, Zhu Yu felt a headache: "I can't just hand it in directly."
At that time, they might be taken away as suspicious persons and sliced.
Suer agreed with her: "So for now, we can only wait and see."
The unexpected incident was temporarily over. Zhu Yu returned alone to the second-floor reading room, seemingly unfinished business there. Su Er realized belatedly that his arm was itchy and painful. He looked and saw that the skin had been broken, with some white fluff remaining on it.
Ji Heng: "Go and clean it up."
Wandering around looking for the restroom, Soul asked suspiciously, "Why did Princess Camellia turn a blind eye?"
At that time, the little clay man was right next to the host, and he was not a ghost in the dungeon, so there was every reason to kill him to destroy the players' hopes; he didn't even need to take action at all, as long as he left a little faster, the clay man would be swallowed by the insect eggs.
But in the end he chose to stay where he was and talk nonsense.
Ji Heng saw the sign and pointed in a direction.
I successfully found the restroom, and when I flushed with running water, the pain made me gasp.
"Ghosts only kill each other, and it is impossible for them to kill each other out of mercy." Su Er shook off the water droplets on his hands, still thinking about this matter.
Seeing that his brows were almost twisted into a knot, Ji Heng said with a smile: "If you can't figure it out, don't think about it. Just focus on the task."
There is at least one clearance goal to complete.
After pondering for a few seconds, Su Er decided to accept the suggestion, took out the little clay figure and started to 'charge'.
"More... some more."
When he was about to stop, the little clay figure made a vague request.
There wasn't much Yin energy stored in the defibrillator, and Sul had always been frugal. Upon hearing this, he glanced at the clay figure's uncoordinated hands and feet, and had no choice but to recharge it a little more.
A transparent bead suddenly fell from the little clay figurine's eyes.
Because it was too small, Suer didn't notice it, and Ji Heng picked it up quickly.
Little clay figurine: "Apply."
Ji Heng took a look at it, suddenly cut an opening in his hand, went out and grabbed a ball of white fluff and placed it around him. His fingers immediately became red and swollen, and the condition was not prevented from getting worse until he crushed the crystals and sprinkled them on it.
After confirming that it was effective and non-toxic, Ji Heng requested: "Keep crying, don't stop."
The little clay figure was quite cooperative and dropped another one after holding it in for a long time.
Ji Heng handed it to Suer and asked him to apply it on the injured area.
The cool feeling overwhelmed the pain, and Su Er's eyes lit up. Having gained the advantage, he sent more Yin energy to the little clay figurine.
He caught a glimpse of the cut between Ji Heng's fingers and said hesitantly, "Actually, you don't need to do a special experiment."
There was a ready-made wound on his arm.
"My strength is too low," Ji Heng answered honestly. "If it's poison, I'm more likely to survive, but you'll probably die right away."
"…"
Heartbreaking and realistic.
His sight fixed on the little clay figure again. Sur hadn't expected that the successful fusion would have such a wonderful use. He pulled off a piece of fabric from his sleeve and stuffed it into the clay figure's hand: "This skill has a cooldown time. You can cry for a while."
Save your money first, it can save your life at the critical moment.
The clay figure looked at him dimly.
Suhr calmly issued a statement: "My death would do you no good."
The clay figure looked down stiffly at the cloth in his hand and chose to remain.
After the deal was settled, Suer prepared to go back to read. This time, Ji Heng did not separate from him and went downstairs with him.
The reading room was very quiet, as if the escape just now was just an illusion. Xu Yangyang sat cross-legged in a place where the sun could shine half of his body, looking quite comfortable.
Soul picked up the book he hadn't finished reading and leaned aside to read.
As time passed, his cervical spine felt a little uncomfortable, so he moved it left and right.
At this moment, Zhu Yuhe closed the book with a loud sound, breaking the silence in the room: "Who has found the record of the major event over three hundred years ago?"
Without even looking up, Xu Yangyang said, "I have one here. At that time, a disease even more terrible than the Black Death broke out, affecting the entire world."
"I mean a more specific description."
Xu Yangyang was stunned and shook her head: "There is only a paragraph of text written on it."
Su Er didn't know what he was thinking, so he went into the browser and searched, but it said, "There are no related movies."
The air suddenly became quiet.
After a disaster, it's only natural that documentaries about it are indispensable. I finally found a forum friend who shared the same dilemma. A few years ago, someone posted a question, and someone replied: "I'm still asking about something I learned in elementary school. It was too gory, not objective, and denigrated the rescuers. It was so controversial that it was taken down."
The name of the documentary has nothing to do with the disaster itself, it's just a string of numbers.
Su Er searched for it and found it in the entry. The introduction only listed the director's name. Another search revealed that he had made very few films during his lifetime and had drowned while swimming a month before the film was released.
After reading the information, everyone's expressions looked a little strange.
Zhu Yu: "It feels like they are deliberately hiding this history."
Xu Yangyang agrees: "Documentaries serve as a warning and a publicity tool. If one film fails, we'll make another one."
"Why is it hidden?" Ji Heng was the only one who continued to turn the pages of the book. His simple words stirred up a storm: "Instead of forging it?"
After a long silence, Zhu Yu said seriously, "Are you saying this history is false?"
Absurdity at its peak can sometimes give people a sense of reality. When he mentioned this, everyone suddenly felt that it was not impossible.
"Even if hundreds of millions of people died, it would be nothing more than a string of cold numbers to future generations. There's no need to hide it."
To put it bluntly, during factional struggles, the newcomer might even attack the predecessor for negligence in order to gain public support. This is a common occurrence abroad. But now, both at home and abroad, everyone seems to be tacitly allowing this history to be buried in the dust.
Questions piled up, but the key was missing. The atmosphere in the reading room was a little depressing. Su Er went to the vending machine and bought two bottles of beer. He raised an eyebrow at Ji Heng and said, "Want some fresh air?"
Ji Heng nodded, put down the book and walked out.bookshelf
Behind him, Jia Kanhua sighed, "This is the first time I've seen such a leisurely player."
It's such a late hour and you're still going out for some fresh air.
Xu Yangyang curled her lips and said, "Maybe he wants to conserve his energy so he can continue his work tonight."
After he finished speaking, he was stunned. Wait, why did he say to continue to cause trouble?
Come to think of it, those two people really have never stopped.
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It is quite a pleasure to sit on the rooftop, overlooking the city, drinking beer while feeling the breeze.
Ji Heng's bottle was soon empty, and Su Er asked, "What are those three clues I don't know?"
Understanding the other party's intentions, Ji Heng shook the can and said, "Telling the truth after drinking? Just relying on this?"
"At least it can add some impulse."
"…"
Ji Heng leaned back and asked, "Do you really want to know?"
Soul almost retorted with some nonsense, but considering that he was asking a question, he kept a robotic smile.
After looking up at the blue sky for a while, Ji Heng suddenly straightened up: "I remember you did well in liberal arts."
Soul nodded confidently.
"What is one point that is often emphasized in ideological and political courses?"
Suhr: "Practice makes perfect."
"..." Ji Heng: "Change it."
After giving several answers in a row, Su Er took a breath and continued playing guessing game: "Dialectics."
This time he wasn't denied, and he opened his eyes wide: "Is this really the case?"
"The final clue in the mooncake-eating game is a political question... From a dialectical perspective, what are the dangers of habitual thinking?"
Su Er's mind was suddenly flooded with technical terms from his long hours of memorizing knowledge points. He quickly blocked out these distracting thoughts and focused on the dungeon, trying to figure out if he had been tricked in any way.
Ji Heng: "Mission."
"Um?"
Ji Heng stood up and said: "Our mission this time is to eliminate the initial invaders."
Su Er leaned his head and murmured, "When it comes to invaders, the first thing that comes to mind is definitely insect eggs..."
He was halfway through his words when he suddenly froze.
Looking at the crowded and bustling streets in the distance, Ji Heng's lips curved into a slightly mocking smile: "Is this definitely a biological invasion?"
There was a blank period of nearly half a century in history more than three hundred years ago. The books only recorded that a terrible infectious disease occurred that year, and then the history books turned to another era.bookshelf
Su Er's heart was shocked. This game was called Dark Revival. He still remembered the complexity in the host's expression when he read out these words.
Occasionally, a small cluster of white balls would float onto the roof from the crack outside the door. Sur reached out to catch the white fluff. These disgusting insect eggs would look as beautiful as dandelions if you didn't look closely.
When the white fluff touches the skin, it immediately moves towards the wound that has just healed.
After swatting away the insect eggs, Sur lowered his eyes. Some things, even if not publicized, are known to everyone...Humans have never given up on finding another habitat suitable for survival.
Thinking of this, I can't help but feel confused: More than three hundred years ago, whose home was this planet?