This girl who suddenly appeared was none other than Tick.
At this time, the girl is no longer half-human and half-mushroom, but has changed into a cute mushroom head.
After entering the second level, as an 'energy fungus', the ability to capture information becomes stronger. Although it is not as good as the third level spirit race, basic appearance modification is no longer a problem.
Tick-tat, it's the helper Baozi and his team invited.
"Sister Tick!"
The pp leader who greeted him enthusiastically nodded and said seriously: "Follow me, our time is limited."
Baozi hurriedly followed behind, asking as he walked: "What is going on?"
"After the disappearance of cyberspace, some virtual creations I collected in advance can transfer living creatures before they are completely consumed."
Tick pointed at the crumb-like cloud not far away.
"This is the broken internet cloud."
Then he pointed to a faint patch of ground.
'This is a section of the information superhighway.'
"In addition, there are incomplete data nodes, some dynamic URLs, and some artificial virtual space fragments."
Tick paused and said:
"I pieced these together and created a virtual passage at the headquarters of the Assassination League. Of course, Pipi also helped a lot."
The pp leader quickly raised his chest and said that he was the one who did it.
‘Classmate Zhang’ looked at the other party deeply: “What a powerful method!”
Instead, Tick shook his head:
"Precisely because there is no cyberspace, these large virtual creations are easier to drag. However, as the electronic brain project unfolds, these things will gradually be digested by reality. We are just in time."
"That's pretty awesome!" Baozi praised. At least a few NPC hackers he knew couldn't do this.
"With this thing, can I avoid some bosses at the Assassination Alliance headquarters?"
Tick nodded and waved his palm gently, and the hyphae on the ground grew out, creating holes so that they could see the reality.
A dark corridor, from which only the strong smell of blood could be smelled, and the faint sound of daggers crossing.
Assassination Corridor!
An ace assassin of the Assassination League, that is, a level 50 assassin, must pass this level.
According to rumors, only those who walk through the corridor are considered the real killers.
Then at the entrance of another cave, there were several haggard old men, some sweeping the floor and some wiping the tables.
The King of Killers!
These old men were all the former kings of killers, that is, level 60 super killers. However, these killers had a lot of negative statuses on them, and their health volume was less than one-tenth, or even one percent, of what they were in their heyday.
But for a dying old killer, their outbreak will only be more terrifying.
But after just a glance, the old killer looked up, but unfortunately he only saw the roof.
In addition, there are also some incredible killer mechanisms, carefully laid traps, and even a few fake "textile looms". It is simply a dragnet and impeccable. The corners of the eyes of several players twitched and cold sweat broke out on their backs.
How many lives must be taken to fill up these institutions?
"I'm extremely glad that I brought you into the team, otherwise players of our level would not be able to play this kind of map."
Tick scanned the circle and shook his head, "That's not the case. Everyone in the team has played a vital role. Without Sister Ji's special ability, without pp helping me with programming, without classmate Zhang leading the way from the outside.
, without one person, our trip will not be successful, and you who have gathered all these people together are the biggest contributors."
Baozi smiled proudly and was about to say a few words of modesty, but was interrupted by Sister Ji.
"Okay, don't create a Kua Kua group. I'm curious. Doesn't this killer headquarters have a network defense function? Why did you let you do it?"
"There are only some anti-virus guards on the outside, but not inside," Tikta shook his head, "Logically speaking, this shouldn't be the case. After all, this is one of the most powerful killer organizations, but there really isn't one."
Several people looked at each other and felt uneasy, but as Baozi said, this map is not for players of this level. Being able to do this is already the limit. No matter what, they can only break through.
Well, the worst it can do is save your life.
Until the end of the 'virtual channel', there was no obstruction at the network level. Tick looked back and said:
"I'm going to convert the virtual signal into reality. I may feel a little dizzy, just like being disconnected from the internet in cyberspace. Just bear with it and don't scream."
The next moment, the mycelium began to grow crazily, wrapping the four people's bodies, giving the four people the feeling of being like the male pig's feet in The Matrix, and they were flushed down the toilet naked.
When they entered the 'virtual channel' before, the ticks were real, but Baozi and the others seemed to be wrapped in a thick layer of code. Now that Baozi and the others had returned to their normal shapes, the ticks were like a holographic projection, blurry and unreal.
As soon as several people came out, they were on guard. The place where the group of people was seemed to be an ancient palace. It was empty and there was not even a screen.
In the center of the hall, there is an old-fashioned loom the size of a piano. It has a loom frame, a weft beam, a warp beam, a shuttle, a cotton cylinder, and a pedal. The spinning threads are swayed up and down by the shuttle, and are woven into gauze and gauze.
A personal name is engraved on it.
It seems like an invisible person is sitting opposite the loom weaving cloth.
This strange sight made several people slightly change their expressions.
"It seems that we have found the rightful owner!"
Baozi licked his lips, and as soon as an idea came to his mind, four level 40 robot guards strode forward and soon reached the vicinity of the textile machine.
There are two baskets on the left and right sides of the loom. The former holds silk threads, and the latter holds woven fabrics.
There were various names on the woven silk. The five people still did not dare to step forward. They just let Baozi share the field of view with the robot and rummaged in the basket. Soon, Baozi said in surprise: "Found it!"
This chapter is not over yet, please click on the next page to continue reading! In the shared field of view, the name "Bringing a knife but not an umbrella on a rainy night" was successfully revealed.
"Now how to do?"
It's a little unbelievable that the mission went smoothly. Now everyone has several choices. One is to cut off the name, the consequences are unknown, the other is to destroy the textile machine, the consequences are still unknown.
"Let Brother Umbrella know and let him decide based on his feelings."
Baozi decided to leave the decision to "bring a knife or an umbrella on a rainy night", and a moment later, Brother Umbrella's response came, which was unexpectedly different.
'Use the loom to weave another name for me.'
'Why?'
‘Brother Umbrella wants to join the establishment?’
'Yeah, why?'
Several people were afraid to speak and were typing frantically in the communication group.
‘Intuition’ carrying a knife without an umbrella on a rainy night
"Your intuition is a little unreliable," even Baozi, who had always been a fan of Brother Umbrella, felt that something was wrong.
'By the way, who here knows how to use a loom?'
Several people's eyes immediately fell on Sister Ji.
"Look at what I'm doing, I can only draw nude pictures and can't do any textiles." Sister Ji flatly refused.
"But I have an inexplicable feeling that Sister Ji, you know how to do it," the pp leader said cutely.
"In this way, Sister Ji, you try it once. No matter whether you live or die, I will give you 10% of the reward for this mission." Baozi gritted his teeth.
"Are you stupid? Just let your robot come on," Sister Ji replied.
'This is a good idea, but let the robot go up. If there is any curse, it won't be indirectly connected to me, right?'
‘Fuck you, Baozi, you are so lacking in virtue, even you can’t do it, but even my mother can do it?!’
Baozi smiled awkwardly and directly drove the robot forward. However, unexpectedly, the robot connected by the signal did not respond at all.
'That's weird, I can't do this, the robot doesn't obey orders.'
'Are you pretending to be stupid again?'
"I'm not going to lie to you." Baozi yelled.
'Captain Baozi must not be lying. I just tried a virtual invasion, but I couldn't get any data on the textile machine.'
'Same here, no abnormal data flow can be detected, or in other words, there is no data flow at all.'
The textile machine in front of me seemed not to exist at all.
‘Forget it, they’re all trash, I’ll do it for you, Brother Umbrella, remember you owe me two favors! I sold my body to you!’ At the critical moment, Sister Ji still didn’t forget to talk about sex.
‘Yes’ I replied with a knife but no umbrella on a rainy night.
Sister Ji walked up with a vigilant look on her face. The result was the same as the previous robots, without any obstacles.
However, when Sister Ji sat down on the stool of the textile machine, her complexion changed, her hands and feet seemed to be out of control, she fiddled with the spinning threads, stepped on the pedals, and actually started spinning.
'Damn it, Sister Ji, you still say you don't know how to do it, you are just a veteran!'
'What a bastard, old driver, come and save me, my body is out of control!'
But before they could leave, news about Sister Ji came again.
'No, just wait a minute. I seem to be able to control it again. Just wait a minute and let me try.'
Sister Ji endured the cold feeling all over her body and forced herself to run her life body. The implanted silk thread on her body was slowly pulled out, directly replacing the spinning thread, and wound around the two axis frames.
The next moment, an indescribable feeling emerged from her heart. The past, present, and future of countless individuals seemed to have been boiled into a pot of soup, slowly rippling in her heart. The bubbles in the soup were like life.
Among the events, big and small, there are not only the past, but also the future.
She seems to have the ability to fluctuate the "soup" and change someone's fate.
Accompanied by the sound of "crackling" stamping, the fabric gradually closed up, and a new name emerged.
Carry a knife but not an umbrella on a rainy night.
The deep connection with this textile machine immediately made Sister Ji realize that Brother Umbrella's relationship with this textile machine was severed.
‘My body has recovered. Thank you very much. Evacuate quickly, otherwise things will change if you wait too long.’ Bring a knife without an umbrella on a rainy night.
However, the next moment, Sister Ji's expression changed. She felt that she was no longer the owner of the 'textile machine', but that her whole body, from body to soul, was being dragged into this bowl of soup.
'Help! Help!!'
The expressions of the others also changed, but no matter how they attacked, they could not hit the textile machine.
It was as if the textile machine and Sister Ji did not exist in this space at all.
Just when he was at a loss, purple light suddenly lit up from the mirror on Baozi's waist.
The purple string space opens, and someone makes a shining appearance!