Sur's spine seemed to be bent, and he almost fell to the ground when he bent down.
Ignoring Princess Camellia's yin and yang strangeness, Ji Heng was about to rush over to help when he heard Su Er say, "Save... the villain."
Because it was surrounded by insect eggs, a high wall seemed to be erected around it, and the sound was a little distorted.
Ji Heng vaguely saw the red fire in the white ball, and the next moment he saw Su Ermao throwing a bunch of things with all his strength. The crackling sound echoed in the empty library, mixed with the unpleasant smell of sulfur.
firecracker
Ji Heng was stunned, thinking about where the other party bought it.
Seemingly able to sense his thoughts from the air, Sur took the initiative to speak after the pressure on his body eased: "This world does not implement fireworks control."
There is also the smell of burning insects in the air, some like a quilt just finished drying.
After the last sound of firecrackers, he quickly thought about how to delay it for a moment and a half. Sur looked up in surprise and saw that Ji Heng had made a way out of the periphery.
"Didn't you say you were going to save the little clay figurine?"
"Save you first." Ji Heng held the talisman paper between his fingers and waved it in the air. The crackling sound similar to fried chestnuts replaced the firecrackers, and then added: "Life is at stake."
Sur got up and the soil on his body was too late to slap, and quickly joined the battle.
As the white wool became thinner and thinner, the remaining worm eggs began to scatter and drift in all directions. Tiny creatures can eat beasts when they get together, and they are very troublesome when they are scattered and hard to chase.
After safety, Sur immediately chased in the direction of another wave of white flakes surging just now. Going forward along the corridor, there is mud residue on the ground, first I see an arm, and soon I find a clay figurine leg. He sighed: "I'm afraid it's gone."
Ji Heng glanced around: "The eggs are just scattered, not hidden."
Staring at Bai Xu for a few seconds, Sur suddenly looked around the host. Not far from him, the little clay figurine used the only leg left to tremble as a golden rooster.
Insect Egg is afraid of the host, and only dares to peep around, instead of rushing forward like Sur.
"I actually knew that the fox and the tiger might be fake."
Having said that, seeing this scene Sur frowned, with the style of the Camellia princess, the little clay figurine is more fierce than good.
Just when he was thinking about whether there was a rescue plan, something unexpected happened... Princess Camellia didn't seem to notice the surrounding situation, smiled and snapped her fingers and disappeared from the spot.
Without the host's shock, Bai Xu rushed towards the little clay figurine frantically, and the talisman paper in Ji Heng's hand flew faster, resisting the first wave of attacks. When they ran upstairs, the effect of the talisman paper had been canceled, a small splash of water was sprinkled in the air, and the insects fell to the ground one after another. A few drops splashed on the clay figurine, leaving traces of potholes, which was generally much better than being besieged and bitten by the white fox.
Sur slowed down: "Zhu Yu?"
Zhu Yu nodded and looked at the little clay figurine.
Sur came over and pinched its hands and feet again, but because there was a third person, he didn't replenish his yin.
"Props?" Zhu Yu's tone was suspicious.
There are players in the dungeon who have obtained sorcery, and while greatly increasing their spiritual value, they can occasionally cooperate with monsters, but such people are basically premised on harming their teammates. Another possibility is rare items, such as fantastic dolls.
"It's a prop." Sur said very generally.
Zhu Yu's eyes locked on the person on his chest badge, and then he looked at Ji Heng's chicken and dog Shengtian, and said, "I believe in you."
"..." Sur smiled awkwardly and changed the subject: "Thanks a lot just now."
Zhu Yu shook his head: "I chose to shoot because I saw Bai Xu's attack target was it."
Generally, monsters like to shoot at night, and they suddenly gather during the day, and the besieger is still a prop, which shows that the existence of this thing has greatly affected their rights and interests.
Su Er glanced at Ji Heng, the latter nodded slightly, then mulled over his words and said, "You should already know that Bai Xu is a worm egg?"
Zhu Yu: "That's right."
"The clay figurine was summoned, and it is also a monster. Now it is a peach blossom given by the female ghost in the temple."
"Antibody?" Before he could finish speaking, Zhu Yu reacted, but when he saw the little clay figurine in his pocket, his eyes were inexhaustible: "Does this thing have cells?"
Clearly the body is full of mud.
Sur just gave a guess: "Perhaps there was a mutation around the fusion of peach blossoms."
"It doesn't help," Zhu Yu got a headache after a short period of excitement, "I can't just hand it in directly."
At that time, it is not certain that they will be taken as suspicious persons for slicing.
Sur agrees with her: "So for now, we'll just have to wait and see."
An unexpected storm came to an end for the time being. Zhu Yu returned to the reading room on the second floor alone, as if there were unfinished business there. Su Er realized that his arm was itchy and painful. At first glance, the skin was broken, and there was white floc on it.
Ji Heng: "Go and clean it up."
Wandering around to find the bathroom, Sur asked a little: "Why did Princess Camellia turn a blind eye?"
At that time, the little clay figurine was by the host's side, and it was not a ghost in the dungeon. There was every reason to kill the player's hope; he didn't even need to take action at all, as long as he left sooner, the clay figurine would be swallowed by the eggs.
But in the end, he chose to stop talking nonsense.
Ji Heng saw the sign and pointed in a direction.
After successfully finding the bathroom, the running water flushed, and the pain caused one to take a breath of cold air.
"There is only cannibalism among ghosts, and it can't be out of pity." Sur shook the water droplets on his hand, still thinking about it.
Ji Heng saw that his eyebrows were almost twisted into knots, and 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 objective to complete.
After thinking for a few seconds, Sur decided to accept the suggestion, took out the little clay figurine and started 'charging'.
"More... come on."
When he was about to close his hands, the little clay figurine made a vague request.
There is not much yin in the electric shocker, and Suer has always focused on saving. Hearing that, he saw the clay figurine's uncoordinated hands and feet, but helplessly recharged it a little more.
A transparent bead suddenly fell from the little clay figurine's eyes.
Because it was too small, Su Er didn't pay attention, Ji Heng quickly picked it up.
Little clay figurine: "Apply."
Ji Heng glanced at it, suddenly cut an opening in his hand, went out and grabbed a ball of white flakes and put it around, his fingers immediately became red and swollen, until he crushed the crystal and sprinkled it on it to avoid deterioration.
Determined to be effective and non-toxic, Ji Heng demanded: "Keep crying, don't stop."
The little clay figurine was quite cooperative, and after holding it for a long time, it dropped another.
Ji Heng handed it over to let Sur smear on the injured area.
The cool feeling overwhelmed the pain, and Sur's eyes lit up. After getting the benefits, I sent some more yin to the little clay figurine.
Yu Guang caught a glimpse of the hole between Ji Heng's finger, and hesitantly said, "Actually, you don't need to do special experiments."
There is a ready-made wound on his arm.
"The force value is too low," Ji Heng replied truthfully: "If it's toxin, I have a high chance of surviving, and you're probably gone."
"… "
Sad and realistic.
His eyes re-fixed on the little clay figurine. Sur did not expect that the fusion would have a magical effect. He tore off a piece of fabric from his sleeve and stuffed it into the clay figurine's hands: "This skill has a cooldown time, so don't cry for a while."
Save the last wave first, it can save lives at a critical moment.
The clay figurine stared at him.
Sur calmly issued a statement: "I am dead, it is not good for you."
The clay figurine looked down at the cloth in his hands stiffly and chose to surrender.
After the negotiation, Su Er was going to go back to read the book. This time Ji Heng did not act separately and went downstairs with him.
The reading room was very quiet, as if Shicai's escape was just an illusion, Xu Yangyang sat cross-legged in a place where the sun could reach half of his body, looking quite comfortable.
Sur picked up the book he hadn't read before and leaned to the side to read.
Time passed by, and the cervical spine felt uncomfortable, so he moved from side to side.
At this moment, Zhu Yuhe's voice was a little louder, breaking the silence of the room: "Who found the record of major events more than 300 years ago?"
Xu Yangyang didn't lift his head and said, "I have one here. At that time, there was an outbreak of a disease that was more terrifying than the Black Death, and it spread all over the world."
"I meant specific descriptions."
Xu Yangyang was stunned and shook his head: "There is a paragraph written on it."
Sur didn't know what to think, and after entering the browser to search, he said: "There is no related movie."
The air was instantly quiet.
After a disaster, as usual, related documentaries are absolutely indispensable. It's hard to find a friend who has the same confusion. He posted a question a few years ago, and some netizens posted: [The knowledge that has been popularized in elementary school is still asking, because the filming is too bloody, not objective enough to slander the rescuers, and the controversy is too much. Big lead to take down.]
The title of the documentary has nothing to do with the disaster itself, it is a string of numbers.
Sur went to search, and there was indeed a record on the entry. Only the director's name was recorded in the introduction. After searching again, there were only a few works before his death. The director drowned in swimming a month before the film was released.
After reading the information, everyone's expressions were not quite right.
Zhu Yu: "I feel like I'm deliberately hiding this history."
Xu Yangyang had the same idea: "Documentaries have the function of publicity and warning. If one fails, the next one will be filmed."
"Why is it hidden?" Ji Heng was the only one who continued to turn the pages of the book, and his understatement caused a storm: "Not forgery?"
After a long silence, Zhu Yu looked serious: "You mean this piece of history is fake?"
It's absurd to the extreme, and sometimes it makes people feel a little real. When he mentioned this, everyone suddenly felt that it was not impossible.
"Even if hundreds of millions of people die, it is just a series of cold numbers for future generations, and there is no need to hide it."
To put it badly, in factional battles, the latter may even attack the former on the grounds of negligence in order to gain popular support. This is not uncommon in foreign countries. But now, both at home and abroad, everyone seems to be tacitly letting this history be covered in dust.
Questions are piled up, but the key key is missing. The atmosphere in the reading room was a little depressing for a while, Suer went to the self-service beverage machine to buy two bottles of beer, Chong Ji Heng raised his eyebrows: "Can you breathe?"
Ji Heng nodded, put down the book and walked out.
Behind him, Jia Kanhua sighed, "It's the first time I've seen such a laid-back player."
When is it time to go out to ventilate
Xu Yangyang pouted and said, "I probably want to recharge my batteries. Good evening and then I'll do things."
After he finished speaking, he was stunned, wait, why did he keep doing things
Thinking about it again, the two really didn't stop.
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Sitting on the rooftop, overlooking the city and drinking beer with the breeze, is quite enjoyable.
Ji Heng's bottle was quickly empty, and Su Er asked at the right time, "I'm faking it, what are those three clues that I don't know?"
Understanding the other party's intentions, Ji Heng shook the can: "Tell the truth after drinking? Just rely on it?"
"At least a little more urge."
"… "
Ji Heng leaned back and asked, "Do you really want to know?"
Sur almost said nonsense, considering that he was begging someone to ask questions, and kept a mechanized smile.
Looking up at the blue sky for a while, Ji Heng suddenly straightened up: "I remember that you did well in liberal arts."
Sur nodded confidently.
"What is the point that is often emphasized in ideological and political classes?"
Sur: "Practice brings true knowledge."
"..." Ji Heng: "Change another one."
After saying a few answers in a row, Sur took a breath and continued to play guessing: "Dialectics."
Not denied this time, he opened his eyes wide: "Is this really this?"
"The clue given at the end of the moon cake game is a political question... From the perspective of dialectics, what is the harm of inertial thinking?"
After memorizing knowledge points for a long time, many professional terms appeared in Suer's mind instantly. Quickly block these distracting thoughts and substitute them into the copy, thinking about whether there is a routine in which link.
Ji Heng: "Mission."
"Um?"
Ji Heng stood up: "The mission this time is to eliminate the original invaders."
Sur supported his head and muttered: "When it comes to invaders, the first reaction must be insect eggs..."
Halfway through speaking, he suddenly froze.
Looking at the dense and lively streets in the distance, the corner of Ji Heng's mouth curved slightly mockingly: "Must it be a biological invasion?"
More than 300 years ago, nearly half a century of history is blank. The book only records that a terrible infectious disease occurred in that year, and then the history books are turned into another era.
Sur was shocked. The game was called Dark Recovery. He still remembered the complexity in the host's expression when he read these words.
Occasionally, a small cluster of white balls floated up to the rooftop from the cracks outside the door, and Sur reached out to catch the white fluff. These disgusting eggs were as beautiful as dandelions if you didn't observe them closely.
When the white floc touched the skin, it immediately moved towards the wound that had just healed.
Shooting off the eggs, Sur lowered his eyes. Even if there are some things that are not publicized, they are well aware... Humans have never given up finding another suitable habitat for survival.
Thinking of this, I can't help but be confused: Whose home did this planet belong to more than 300 years ago