Gwen's hunt continues, and this night is a bloody night.
Following the guidance, Gwen pursued all the way to the dark area in the lower compartment. This area is composed of a large number of abandoned corridors and passages that extend in all directions but are crowded. The development company that contracted their original construction unfortunately disappeared, resulting in this area becoming a three-dimensional area.
No matter the location, a lot of darkness and filth breed here. This is the best birthplace of paganism. If a paganism has never come here to confuse believers, it must be an abnormal paganism.
…
In this gloomy and narrow area, even the cat lantern is unwilling to come and occupy a piece of land to live, making the light source here very rare.
Gwen took out a lighter, and then took out a power torch from the shadow. He was about to light it, but Talos slapped it away with a nervous look on his face.
"what are you doing?"
She looked nervous.
"...Light the torch?"
Gwen tilted her head and blinked, "If you are worried about villains coming, there is no need. They are just here to die."
The implication is that he doesn't look down on the other party's cowardly behavior.
Talos had a sullen face, "What I'm worried about is not attracting monsters, but..." She took out a fluorescent stick from her pocket and tapped it on her leg to make it glow, then threw it to the end of a corridor, illuminating
It was a scene of hell. It was a piece of shit... snowy mountains and sea of snow. The air purifier next to it was working silently. This was the culprit of the inability to smell the stench——
If you light a fire in this environment.
It's like throwing cigarette butts into a septic tank.
Be yourself in the snow.
But this also means...
Gwen's expression changed slightly. She lowered her head and glanced at her feet. She raised her head and saw Talos peeking at her. She was silent for a moment: "Carry me."
"Um?"
"Carry me on your back."
Gwen decided to give Talos an honor that only Tanjiro could have, and set out on his back. Although the magic power could prevent him from stepping on anything, the psychological feeling... was like eating fried chicken with gloves on.
Although they are clean, they already feel greasy and greasy under the gloves.
Talos has no say in this.
He had no choice but to carry Gwen on his back with a grimace.
Perhaps to scare Gwen, Talos looked for routes that did not pass through these 'emergency vents'. He used fluorescent sticks as lighting, and soon heard the noise of a machine.
Gwen was put down and gently slid against the wall with the silver string.
A ray of light appeared at the end of his eyes, and Gwen was overjoyed. She had found some bad guy. What could a bad guy come out under the curfew? He leaned over, gently poked his head out, and the next second he felt the woman's chin.
It touched the top of his head, and there was a sense of plumpness that would make mortals' hearts beat dizzy. It seems that Utopian people are born with this kind of hobby of building towers?
At the corner is a relatively clean room. Many pagan members wearing dark green robes are starting a meat grinder and making sausages using homemade, slightly dirty casings.
If the background were changed to a food processing factory, it would be quite harmonious.
Unfortunately, this is a pagan homemade sausage that fits the utopian background and style.
Gwen's eyes gently glanced at a wooden box at the feet of the pagan members, which contained many animal ears and horns stained with blood.
Utopian features.
Gwen gently moved up to the ceiling. At the same time, he was about to take out the spell-casting powder from his pocket. Suddenly he remembered that this place was not suitable for releasing fire spells. Although there seemed to be no snow here, if it exploded,
If the snow fell, wouldn't it be a real scene of despair and hell? So he drew his lightsaber.
In an instant, Gwen launched an attack from the ceiling, first cutting down two pagan members.
The member of the cult closest to him reacted, took out a dagger with his backhand, and rushed forward with a roar. He activated his energy, and his speed instantly reached four or five times the speed. The maniacal smile on his face was in response to this kind of power.
Confident, Gwen saw the decaying soul through the other person's eyes, and saw that the scenery in her heart had withered, so she shook her head and struck down the sword with both hands.
With a hiss, the shock on the pagan's face became its last expression. It was struck by a sword from the chest to the waist. The wound was charred and black, and it was unable to even scream. It was chopped to the ground and turned into two
cut.
These pagans are the kind of people who cannot turn back. Faced with the threat of death, they just yelled at each other and crowded together.
Gwen saw the guns on the corpses they killed, the guns hanging on the waists of these heretics, and the absence of bullet casings on the ground. She immediately understood the determination of the Utopians who would rather die than die in an avalanche.
This kind of determination makes people laugh even in life or death situations.
Gwen admired it, but it still had to be cut.
The light of the lightsaber flashed two or three times, and the bodies of the heretics broke into two pieces and fell to the ground.
Then Talos walked up with a sullen face and a psychopathic laugh, and took out his detective dinner set again.
Psychic.
torture.
Those who were rescued were reincarnated, while those who were not rescued were transformed by Gwen using the Kaitan power he had just learned from the detective, and turned into baits. The best way to attract Kaitan was to extract the soul of this sinful creature.
Used to attract. Just like fishing bait.
But this time there was no gain.
Talos's expression remained normal, and you could tell at a glance that it was a newcomer entering the warehouse; Gwen turned directly into Red Temperature, and you could tell at a glance that the old man from the fishing ground can tolerate anything, but he can't tolerate the air force!
So Talos picked up the guys, cleared the battlefield, and made a suggestion: "Let's hunt the next batch. I can feel it. It's nearby..."
"Aren't you tired?"
"I'm not tired." Gwen was tired, but her mood at this time was like that of a person who is about to draw a card and has not yet shipped the card, holding on for dear life!
Is the guarantee a good mechanism? Yes. But can a good mechanism allow players to save money? No.
How can you tell if a person is going to waste money to the point of being in debt? All you need to do is see if he starts to calculate, ‘How much more can I spend at least’?
The guarantee is to artificially create this unfair mechanism of "you only need so much krypton at most". And does a person really want a card? No, on the contrary, he will be ruthless because everyone around him has it.
There are more situations like this if you are willing to come and go to earn money. Social ***, in the end players will be infinitely exploited by this kind of sociality.
Gwen was a little overwhelmed at this point.
Although my body has issued a warning, I still want to quickly attract a ghost story and beat it... No, I would like to ask about the recent news about the ghost talk gathering on the fellow account.
Detective Talos’s request is for Gwen to use the power of the ghost story to open the door to the meeting place in the world of ghost stories, so that he can join in, and even interview one or two, and make some earth-shattering news. The reason why it is said to be dangerous is because of this, the ghost story
There is still a difference between the source force user and the strange talk. If they are attacked by a group, Talos thinks that Gwen can escape, which is good.
It can be regarded as an approach of exchanging risk for opportunity.
But Gwen agreed quite simply. First of all, Gwen didn't worry that he would be besieged by Kaitan. He was the real host of the mind flayer's two-faced body. As long as he didn't deliberately say that he was a human or not Kaitan, then Kaitan would
It is impossible to identify, which Gwen and Miss White discussed countless times, because Gwen found herself within the range of being 'hunted by a murderer in the fog'.
A little worried.
Although the reputation of the Killer in the Mist is not as powerful as that of the Mind Flayer, his performance is not bad at all. He seriously injured four commanders before he could barely limit his scope of action to one sixth of Utopia... Yes, although the Killer in the Mist hunts
The interval is very long, and basically only one is killed at a time, but the hunting range is extremely terrifying. As long as you are within the range and meet its hunting conditions, you may encounter it.
Gwen didn't want to encounter this one-on-one monster, which was perhaps the strongest among the three monsters, so she had prepared warnings in advance to avoid bad things coming to her door.
"There's no need to be so anxious, right?" Talos scratched his hair.
Gwen didn't care about her. This was the dignity of an old fisherman. He would never want to leave something that could be solved in one day until the next day. "I insist. The sooner we get the information, the sooner we can make preparations. Writing won't work."
Do I also need to prepare in advance?”
"That's what it says..."
She twirled her hair again and said uncertainly, "But... wait? What is that?"
Talos suddenly raised his right hand and pointed at the corner.
The action was very much like a shoddy diversion method like 'Look, there's a flying saucer'. But Gwen couldn't help but look over, and then she saw a cat lantern floating quietly by the wall.
Pass.
"Cat light?"
It's normal for cat lights to appear anywhere... No, they don't like such smelly and dirty places.
Then why are they here?
Gwen and Talos exchanged glances, and followed quietly. This fat cat, which was about 30% larger than the average cat lantern, was quite alert. From time to time, it turned its head to look behind it, and then took photos triumphantly.
Pat your belly and move on.
Naturally, she couldn't find Gwen and Talos, because they were following them from a relatively far distance. It was not difficult to follow a cat lantern. They had lights on their bodies, and anyone who was not blind could see them clearly at night.
This group of light drifted through two corridors, a lift shaft intended to be a freight elevator, and seven winding underground waterways.
Both of them were quite discouraged because the cat lantern was out for a walk and was just floating around aimlessly.
The light suddenly disappeared.
Now the two woke up and quickly caught up with them.
Where the cat lantern disappeared, there was a dim obsidian door with a black curtain in the middle.
"She went in?"
"This..." Talos wanted to give up. Who knows what is behind this door?
But before she could speak, Gwen grabbed her wrist and dragged her in.
After passing through the curtain and feeling a sense of the tulle being knocked away by themselves, the world in front of them suddenly brightened up, and their surroundings broadened. The two of them actually came to the high point of a huge plain full of sunflowers, with huge trees under their feet.
Yin made them look up and saw the huge flower trees covering the sky.
Just behind them, the obsidian door was still there. Beside the door was a strange race of people.
They, or should I say them? Or they... In short, they are chubby, round and meaty 'mushroom people' that make people think they are plump enough at a glance.
The mushroom man has a body structure that looks like a giant cat lantern. It is wide at the bottom and narrow at the top. It looks like a wine barrel with a slightly open bottom! There is a huge umbrella cover of various colors on the head, with a cat-like w
With a mouth and eyes covered by thick beard-like roots, it is a creature that looks kind enough.
There was a table next to the mushroom people - only then did Gwen notice that there was dirt under the mushroom people, and they were sitting on a small cart that looked like a clay pot.
The car is equipped with various components, and it looks like the mushroom man has brought all his belongings with him.
There is a display cabinet in the car component, which is filled with items and the prices are marked!
"Meowaow, Curasol, Morasol, Ta-takakosol!"
A chubby giant cat lamp is negotiating the price with the mushroom people in their language.
Mushroom people speak very slowly and slowly, as if they were lying on the bed after a vacation without homework and watching Swaying Camp or Spice and Wolf. On the contrary, the giant cat lanterns, even if they speak mushroom words, they seem to be in a hurry.
Just like screaming.
"This is a trading house?" Even Talos was so shocked that he stammered.
This woman is making such a fuss!
Gwen pushed her slightly disgustedly. As her luck was maxed out, and there were two players with maxed out luck in the team (Mihira, Curse Blade), similar incidents had happened several times, but
Most of them were encounters with cat lanterns. It was the first time for me to suddenly enter a different world like this.
But the first time is the first time.
You still have to show off some aura and not let others look down upon you.
Gwen walked over, tapped her toes very grandly, and patted the belly of a giant cat lantern.
This action made Talos stare again. The size and strength of the giant cat lamp are somewhat famous among the Yuanli users. It can be said that this creature is the strongest beast besides the driver. Gwen is like this
The wanton action is indeed a bit scary, just like the behavior of ordinary people suddenly patting the tiger's beard and the soft flesh of its mouth.
"Meow?" The giant cat lamp was patted on the belly and shook his head in confusion before lowering his head to see Gwen.
The chubby creature showed a happy smile, meowed, stretched out its claws and pinched Gwen's shoulder - the cat's claws seemed to want to pinch Gwen.
"Cat, is there anything I can help you with? Meow, haha, just ask!"
There's a reason why the cat-lantern race is so popular throughout the universe.
Gwen pointed at the fungus: "I want to buy something from them, can you translate?"
"Of course, Meow!"
Giant Cat Lantern was happy to help with this free service and happily translated for Gwen and the stunned Talos.
Because he had similar experiences before, Gwen had already stored a batch of minerals that were very popular with outsiders in the shadow in advance, and purchased a sapling called the BK47 tree from the fungi. This kind of tree can grow on oil soil.
, after growing into a tree, the fruit is a pure natural integrated BK47 assault rifle, and the ammunition only needs to use fruit shells!
Even Gwen, who knew these races were outrageous, couldn't help but feel shocked.
There are actually trees in the world that can grow weapons!
