After getting his own bow and arrow, Ji Thrush began to train crazily.
In addition to the necessary sleep time, he almost even eats and drinks in the training ground.
Recalling the experience of the last "world", Ji Thrush carefully reflected on his own shortcomings.
As a good-natured young man who was born and raised in a peaceful, tranquil, happy and prosperous world with abundant material resources, Ji Xiaoniao was just a newcomer who had stayed in the "Peach Blossom Land" for less than half a month when he entered the "separation of flesh and blood".
When faced with the pressure of survival, his way of thinking often remains in the mode of a peaceful world.
Now that I think about it, Ji Thrush feels that he is too emotional and not considerate enough in his actions. Even if he can figure out the correct route to clear the customs, it is only three points of rationality, seven points of sensibility, and the foothold of making decisions can even be said to be a little bit show off.
If it weren't for his two reliable teammates, plus some accidental factors that can be classified as "luck", he would probably have been folded in the research institute.
Ji thrush is always a person who knows how to self-examine.
So he thought about it seriously for a long time, thinking that in addition to making himself more rational and decisive when thinking about problems in the future, another very important point is to become stronger, stronger and stronger.
The experience of two consecutive "worlds" told him that in the face of weird and unpredictable plots, only if he is strong enough can he deal with those sudden cruel and severe tests more calmly and protect the people around him.
So classmate Ji Xiaoniao fell into a kind of "I must become stronger" obsession, obsessed with training and unable to extricate himself.
Through high-intensity practice, he forced himself to adapt to his new weapon in a short period of time until he was as comfortable as he was with his fingers.
He also spent points to further strengthen his physical fitness and dynamic vision, and rented a coach-type artificial intelligence in the training ground, and began to learn some physical skills suitable for close combat. He would never leave the training ground without exhausting himself every day. crawl out.
The preparation period of more than 20 days passed quickly.
On March 15th, the time for all participants in "Peach Blossom Spring" to enter the "world" has come.
Ji Thrush, Ren Jianmo, and Mo Tiangen arrived in front of the Hourglass Cube and waited in line to enter the "world".
"see you later!"
Before walking into the corridor, Mo Tiangen turned his head and greeted his two companions.
"Okay, see you later."
Ji Thrush replied with a smile and waved his hands.
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However, classmate Ji Xiaoniao never expected that the phrase "see you later" was actually a flag he inserted for himself.
Because, when he opened his eyes again, what he saw was not the two familiar faces of Ren Dameier or Teacher Dagen, but a copper pot flying towards him.
Ji Thrush: "!!!"
Fortunately, he recently had a lot of experience in being beaten by a coaching artificial intelligence in the training ground, and his reflexes have indeed improved significantly compared to before.
Seeing the unidentified object approaching rapidly, Ji Thrush's body reacted before he realized it. He rolled half a circle neatly on the spot, avoiding the hard object that hit the front door, stretched out his hand, and landed on the copper pot He held it in his arms.
"Hey, the brat moves quite neatly!"
A shrill voice that could not be heard from a man or woman sounded not far away, and it was obviously aimed at Ji Thrush:
"Get up, it's time to work!"
Ji Xiaoniao shuddered and was completely awake.
Holding the copper pot, he jumped up from the bedding. At the same time, at this moment, the world view directly instilled into his mind by "Peach Blossom Spring" poured in quickly, making him immediately understand his situation.
This "world" called "Painting Walls and Changing Souls" is a rather huge house.
Or to be more precise, this is a den of monsters.
And Ji Thrush is a human being hidden in the monster's den, and his current identity is a servant.
Yes.
For now, all the monsters in the room still regard him as the same kind.
Only the "ghosts" hiding in the mansion know their true identities, and will play a game of hide-and-seek with them, the bold humans who have mixed in with the monsters at the right time of night...
While sorting out the information in his mind, Ji Thrush quickly got up from the Datong shop, and quickly arranged his appearance.
Since he entered a "world" with an ancient background, it is naturally impossible for him to maintain the appearance of short hair, T-shirt and jeans.
"Peach Blossom Spring" has made his wool curls grow to shoulder length, enough to make a bun, and has automatically entered into his brain the methods of how to tie hair, dress, and wear shoes.
In addition, "Peach Blossom Spring" also clearly told Ji Thrush that in this "world", only you can see the watches on the participants' wrists, and any other living things, including the monsters and other participants in the room, are all visible. can not be seen.
As for the props that Ji Thrush brought from "Peach Blossom Spring" - the black bow named "Lonely Silence" turned into an inconspicuous little iron ring, which was quietly wrapped around his forearm. The seven feathered arrows turned into seven tassels on the hairpin; as for the "explosive energy storage candy" that wrapped his pre-stored electricity, it was currently packed in a small blue cloth purse and tied to his belt superior.
In addition to these two props, when Ji Thrush was putting on his coat, he felt something hard in his middle coat.
He looked around warily, then fumbled out a corner, lowered his head, and took a quick look.
It was a small wooden tablet not much larger than a mahjong. It was polished very smooth, with only a layer of varnish to reveal the original wood color. There were only two golden engraved characters on it - "Golden Armor".
Ji thrush searched the information in his mind, and determined that "Peach Blossom Spring" did not tell him what the wooden sign was for.
So he could only put it into the skirt of his clothes first, and tuck it in carefully.
After quickly packing himself up, Ji Thrush mixed into the team of servants, followed seven or eight of them, walked through a corridor, and came to the back hall.
"It's time for dinner, it's time for dinner!"
The tall, thin middle-aged man who threw the copper pot at Ji Xiaoniao just now, probably a small steward, was banging a copper plate with a wooden spoon at this time, and with his indistinguishable voice, he greeted a few Boy come to eat:
"Hurry up and eat enough and start working! There are many distinguished guests here tonight, you should be smart!"
Ji thrush saw that when the steward was speaking, a thin and long tongue flickered quickly around his lips, and there was a fork at the front end!
—This is a snake demon!
"What's the use of having more guests..."
At this time, a little demon next to Ji Thrush pouted and muttered:
"It's not our turn anyway..."
"Hey! You little bastard, you're getting fatter!"
The arm of the middle-aged steward suddenly stretched out, and with a stretch of the wooden spoon, it hit the forehead of the little monster who talked back:
"It's a lot of nonsense to make you quicker, I don't want to kill you!"
The little demon staggered two steps from the knock, curled his lips, and fell silent.
Ji Thrush lowered his head, and together with several others, he rubbed against a wooden table.
On the table was a large wooden plate of miscellaneous rice porridge, steamed buns with sticky noodles, three or five side dishes, and a bowl of red hot peppers, two of which were served with minced meat, according to the food standards of the ancient people. Look, it is full and rich.
However, the little demons curled their lips fullly, "It's steamed buns and porridge again, I lose my appetite just looking at it..."
However, even though they said so, they still scooped up a large bowl of porridge, tore up the steamed buns and soaked them in the porridge, then poured spicy peppers and side dishes on them, squatted at the table, and gorged themselves for a while.
Ji Thrush: "..."
He always kept Ren Jianmo's reminder in mind, he would never die, not even put a grain of rice in his mouth!
"Hey, why don't you eat?"
One of the little demons noticed that Ji Xiaoniao, who was shrinking beside him, hadn't gone to get the bowls and chopsticks, so he raised his head and asked.
Ji Thrush immediately covered his stomach, with a painful expression on his face: "For some reason, I feel uncomfortable in my stomach..."
"Oh."
The little demon nodded knowingly:
"You must have kicked off the quilt because you were greedy for the cold, and the wind has entered your stomach."
— Well, it turns out that fairies also get stomach colds.
Ji Thrush nodded like a pounding garlic, while silently remembering this new "common sense".
"Hey, isn't it a loss for you?"
The little demon rolled his eyes, and suddenly gave Ji Thrush a mocking smirk, "You won't be able to enjoy the good things that were withdrawn from the banquet!"
— No thanks, I don't want to eat.
Ji Thrush said in his heart, but the expression on his face was full of regret, "Yes, I also feel sorry!"
"Hey, isn't it just your bad luck?"
Another little demon next to him heard the conversation between the two, and interrupted:
"It's a rare banquet. Even if the guests don't get our turn, we should be able to share the unfinished food and drink. You actually had a stomachache tonight, hey!"
Hearing this, Ji Thrush's heart skipped a beat.
Obviously, the "guests" on the guest table are definitely not a superior existence to these monsters, but rather spoils that can be divided up. It's just that their status as servants is too low to get their turn.
I just don't know if this so-called partition is for eating meat, drinking blood, cooking with oil, or for other purposes.
"My brothers are right."
Following the words of the two, Ji Thrush shook his head regretfully, and tentatively continued:
"I almost forgot when was the last time I had a banquet..."
After he finished speaking, he felt his heart pounding in his chest, and his palms were sweating from nervousness. He was afraid that the two little demons would say to him, "It was only done three days ago", and then mercilessly break it down. His undercover identity as a human being lurking in the demon pile.
Fortunately, Ji Thrush heard the answer he was expecting.
"you do not say!"
A little demon curled his lips, "The last time we had a banquet, it must have been two or three months ago? And there were only two people here, and I heard that they were snatched away by Xiong Xiazi and his wife at the banquet!"
The other little demon snorted a mouthful of porridge and wiped his mouth.
"I can't help it. I heard that the 'outside' world is in chaos. There will be fewer people coming! Maybe I have to wait a few more years!"
Ji Thrush: "..."
From the conversation just now, he felt that he knew at least three pieces of information.
First of all, the so-called "guests" should be those poor mortals who don't know the details of the mansion. Once they enter the mansion and eat and drink the things at the banquet, they can never leave again.
Secondly, those "guests" who enter by mistake are very important to the monsters in the house. They are far more than just occasional tooth-beating festivals and a meal or something. They are treasures that everyone is looking forward to "grabbing"... As for what he was doing, he didn't have enough clues yet.
The last point is that these spirits seem to be bound by some kind of restraint, and they cannot go out to "hunt" on their own. They have to wait for the lost sheep to hit the door, otherwise they don't have to "wait a few more years"...
…
Ji Thrush's fingers lightly rubbed on his chin twice, breaking apart and crushing each sentence word by word, savoring the conversation between the two of them carefully.
—Where does the "outside" that the little demon refers to
—If it’s just a house, why can’t they go out
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Little demon A: Your curly hair looks like a sheep spirit, right
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