A dense sound of Titicah was mixed with the chatter of words, echoing continuously in the passage.
Lu Zhengkang came to the center of the stone ball. Several light fly lamps fell from the ceiling. There were strange masks of all sizes piled up on the ground. There were thin spider threads everywhere. There was a musty smell in the air, and he felt
It was like arriving in an old bookstore, and the mask maker was throwing away his two long thin hands, holding tools on the operating table and concentrating on making masks.
He was wearing a cyan cloak and his back was so hunched that his head seemed to be growing on his abdomen. He had a strange drop-shaped mask on his face, with four cross-shaped eye holes that looked like a four-leaf clover.
The maker was fascinated. The chisel in his right hand kept tapping on one mask, and the paintbrush in his left hand painted another mask. He was multitasking. No wonder he didn't notice the guests coming.
Lu Zhengkang went over and looked at the two masks on the operating table. They were both just ordinary masks, one made of stone and the other made of bone.
The producer was muttering to himself, and most of what he said was logically confusing. There was no need to listen. Lu Zhengkang patted the table and made some extra noise. Only then did the producer notice the white
little man.
He was still busy at work, but he still took the time to talk to Lu Zhengkang.
"You are a wanderer again, what are you looking for? Without a mask, it is good to expose your true self."
Lu Zhengkang said loudly: "I need you to make three masks!"
The producer shook his head, still muttering. He seemed to have an incredible ability to say a complete sentence in nonsense, and the pheromones he released were simply weird.
"Making a mask...a false face...for what purpose? This is work...With a job, there is no need...just pick it from the ground, pick whatever you want, it won't cost you any Geo."
Lu Zhengkang listened to the sound of chisels tapping, brushes rubbing, and nonsense being spoken, all mixed together, which was simply mental pollution. He shouted: "What I want to make is a container! I brought the root system of the White Lady!"
The producer suddenly froze.
He put aside the two major sources of noise, the chisel and the paintbrush, and stopped talking nonsense. He suddenly became much quieter. The production engineer leaned out from behind the operating table, stretched out his long hands to hug Lu Zhengkang, "Oh
, let me see! It is indeed the power of the root. Isn't she no longer satisfied with the Hollow Knight? Does she want something better? Or is this just another attempt? Worm's creation is so harmonious and perfect, but it is not impressed by her.
Do you approve it?"
Lu Zhengkang knew that the producer was speculating on Lady White's thoughts, but he couldn't explain it because Lady White's intentions were indeed unclear.
He had no choice but to change the topic to serious matters, "Can you make it? Three containers!"
The producer leaned back and said proudly: "Of course I can!" He picked up Lu Zhengkang and put him on the operating table.
"Three masks, yes, but it's not without a price! I need you to go to the Weaver's lair and find the deep silk threads, which are necessary to sew the container. They have the Weaver's spell on them. Go quickly and put the roots first
Stay, three masks! OK, what style do you want?"
"The style is not important. The minimum requirement is to be able to resist radiation infection. One of them needs to be as powerful as possible."
The producer laughed and said, "They are all the same. There is no difference in strength or weakness. There are only differences in style."
When Lu Zhengkang heard this, he immediately felt relieved, "The style should be simple and can be stuck on the face." He paused, "What kind of reward do you want?"
The producer chuckled lowly, as if he heard something interesting, "No, I will grant all requests for faces. This is not a mission, it is to extend a helping hand and give a gift to the world that deserves this gift."
"I'm really sorry for troubling you." Lu Zhengkang said with emotion that the mask maker has a high position on his work. He is a great artist who uses his creations to communicate with the world!
"You're very polite, no need to."
"Can you give me an approximate location of the Weaver's lair?"
The producer turned around and went into another small room, rummaged around for a while, and came out with a roll of maps in his hand. "Here you go, I always liked running around and drawing pictures when I was a child, so I took note of the surroundings.
The terrain, but I warn you not to try to go deep, some places are really very dangerous, especially now that the darkness engulfs the deep nest, be wary of those crazy beasts! "
Lu Zhengkang took the map, thanked him again, and then left.
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The masker's map is indeed a bit crude. After all, it was a scribbling work of his childhood, but fortunately there are icon marks on some important locations. For example, there is a six-hole symmetrical mask where the Weaver's lair is located.
To reach the Weaver's lair, you need to go down through a vertical shaft-like hole.
The deep nest is extremely dark, with only some fluorescent fungi providing negligible light. The platform steps are fragmented, and are covered with silvery spikes everywhere. They make a tinkling sound when struck, and it is definitely uncomfortable to be stabbed.
In addition to the small weavers that appear everywhere, there are also some deep bugs and deep hunters that will cause trouble to outsiders. They look like masked spiders and will crawl on any surface, walls, cave ceilings, everywhere.
The insects in the depths do not pose a great threat, but the hunters in the depths will spray fiery venom. Their eyes sparkle like orange fireflies, but they are vicious predators.
Walking in a deep nest full of spider webs, a group of spiders would appear from time to time at your feet. They would fly away and crawl into the shadows, making clicking noises, creating a strange atmosphere.
After getting lost for a while, Lu Zhengkang successfully passed through the shaft tunnel and reached the lower level. This is basically one of the lowest altitude areas in Deepnest and even Hallownest.
Jumped to a platform very close to the top of the cave. There was a large space below, but Lu Zhengkang followed the map instructions and walked on the platform. The aisles were very low. If he hadn't been small, he probably wouldn't have been able to enter many places.
The ground beneath his feet would collapse from time to time, and if he was not careful, he would fall into a trap full of spikes. Such unfriendly roads made Lu Zhengkang a little annoyed, so he had to float low.
After walking a few steps, I saw a majestic beast resting in front of me.
This is a stealth believer with a bloated body and twelve legs. Four pairs of legs are used for movement. The two pairs of legs on the chest and abdomen are armored. They stand in front of the body like a shield, like a weird six-hole mask, which can resist
To deal damage, you can also use these two pieces of armor as knives to chop the prey in front of you.
The only weakness is that it cannot attack upwards. Once the prey runs onto its back, it can only be slaughtered by it. This is why stealth believers choose to hunt in narrow passages.
Lu Zhengkang gently approached this powerful hunter. The light from the lantern in his hand woke up the stealth believer. Six orange-red eyes opened, projecting strange colors through the mask-like armor.
