Chapter 85: "Players" Trapped in the Dungeon

"Ahmed, come up."

Lu Wenwu and Dabao carried a simple stretcher.

Judging from the khaki bandage color above

It was obviously just made.

Ahmed lay down obediently, glancing at the bandages under him with tears in his eyes.

His precious limited edition vintage bandage of the same style as Ramses II!

Aiken took off his armor and put on his previous red bishop's robe.

Zhang Sijia changed into a black robe and hung a cross on her chest in a pretentious manner.

"Remember our identities. We are missionaries who came from the West. Our companions and we are all seriously injured and need to find a place to rest. Don't let anything slip." Lu Wenwu was ready to use his brain to solve the problem this time.

When you don't know what the enemy is, you take the initiative to show weakness to the enemy, and then when the opponent takes the initiative to attack, you immediately get up and hit the opponent to death with a headbutt!

The plan was perfect!

Deep in the mountains and old forests, on a hilltop where few people go, in a cave behind a maze, a skinny old man was sitting cross-legged.

The old man was wearing a tattered Taoist robe, and his dirty hair, which had not been washed for many years, was tied into a rough bun.

Suddenly, his eyes widened, and his scarlet eyes revealed an intense disbelief.

"The first tools I created died?"

He couldn't help but stand up, frowning deeply.

The expression on the old, dry face kept changing, and his eyeballs trembled.

"Could it be that another alien has descended? No, that shouldn't be the case. How could those useless aliens be so powerful?"

"Or has that old thing finally lost its patience and decided to break free from its own constraints and start hunting?"

"No, to be safe, we need to test it out."

Muttering to himself, the old Taoist took out a Sanqing bell covered with copper rust from his dirty Taoist robe and started shaking it with a jingling sound.

Soon, heavy footsteps were heard.

A group of stiff human figures with green faces, fangs and burly bodies appeared outside the cave.

This is a cursed zombie puppet created by using evil methods to seal the soul and refine the spirit of a living person, and then using blood and Yin energy as a sacrifice.

Not only does it possess most of the characteristics of zombies, it can even use some of its abilities from its lifetime, making it extremely powerful!

"Go, launch a random attack on Changshou Village. The bigger the better. Leave one or two to report back." The old Taoist said sinisterly, "This will also allow me to test the abilities of this strange puppet."

Then he rang the bell suddenly, and more than 20 zombies turned around instantly, swung their thighs, and rushed down the mountain.

After doing all this, the old Taoist slowly walked into the depths of the cave.

White bones piled up like a mountain, sticky flesh and blood rolled endlessly in the pool, and a bloody smell filled the air.

He lifted the lid of the pot on the stone stove and took out two hard, dry and cold steamed buns!

After hesitating for a moment, the old Taoist took a bite.

Judging from his labored chewing and unpleasant expression, this thing probably doesn't taste very good.

It's so choking!

It was difficult to swallow the hot and sticky blood that had to be dipped into the pool.

While devouring, the old Taoist was silently thinking, should he add a few more functions to the zombie to improve his quality of life?

If I continue like this, I am afraid that before I can get a glimpse of the great Dao, my faith in the Dao will be shattered by the harsh environment of surviving in the wild.

The dry food and toilet paper are gone. I will ask Jiang Kui to get some back tomorrow.

Do you want to grab some more seasonings and side dishes?

At the entrance of Changshou Village, a group of people with strange shapes attracted the attention of the villagers.

The highest intelligence agency at the entrance of the village was discussing this, and gathered many old ladies who were just waiting to watch.

Zhang Sijia, who looks sweet and gentle, is negotiating with an elder in the village who looks highly respected.

"This is it, Grandpa. Can we stay in the village for a while? We can pay the villagers money to cover the rent."

"Of course, there are a few empty houses in the village."

The old man stroked his dry beard and looked kind.

"However, these rooms were left behind by Old Liu before he passed away. As long as you don't mind them being unlucky, you can live here as long as you want."

"Of course I don't mind," Zhang Sijia said softly, "You are truly a kind and benevolent elder. I'm afraid all the villagers are kind-hearted people like you, which is why they live so long!"

Hearing this, the old man suddenly became happier and his smile became even more intense.

He glanced at the five people and the dog and said cheerfully, "Dazhu, take the guests to the houses left by Old Liu, and then go to the village chief's house to get some bedding and firewood."

"Oh, okay!"

A stocky, dark-skinned man walked over quickly from the side, speaking with some excitement.

"Gentlemen, please follow me this way!"

Lu Wenwu glanced at the white-bearded old man, said nothing, and just quietly followed Dazhu away.

On the way, Dazhu turned his head back from time to time, looking at Zhang Sijia's naked eyes with almost undisguised hunger, and he kept swallowing his saliva.

I think so.

Zhang Sijia is originally an octopus that transformed into a demon. Even when transformed into a human, he still retains the moist and soft texture of his original body.

Coupled with the contrast of the black nun's robe, her pure and lovely appearance and hot and attractive figure collide with the religious beliefs that symbolize abstinence and mystery, creating a strong contrast temptation.

Not only Dazhu, but all the other farmers, young and old, who were rushing home, slowed down their pace and stared at Zhang Sijia secretly.

In this remote ancient mountain village, compared with those village women with sallow complexions, rough and dark skin, Zhang Sijia with her pretty face and delicate skin is undoubtedly a dimensionality reduction attack.

Lu Wenwu used his mental power to see every move in all directions.

The women in the village looked at Zhang Sijia with hidden hostility in their eyes, and pinched the ears of the men they had dazzled and dragged them back home.

The whole road became much quieter for a while.

Soon, everyone arrived at their residence under the leadership of Dazhu.

Aiken stopped at the courtyard gate, turned off the simultaneous interpretation system, pointed in the opposite direction, and asked in stiff, broken Chinese, "Here, the glutinous rice shop. Why, in the village? Deficit, not very auspicious, right?"

Dazhu, who was indulging in beauty, came to his senses and looked at Aiken in confusion: "Mr. Blond-haired, what are you talking about?"

Dabao replied in a muffled voice, "He asked why there was a sticky rice shop in the village, and why the sign was that color. Archbishop Aiken had the impression that people here generally find red fonts unlucky, and few shops use them as signs, so he was very puzzled."

Including Dazhu, everyone looked in the direction of Aiken's finger.

A small wooden sign was hung on the door with a few words written crookedly.

【Changshou Glutinous Rice Shop】

Perhaps there was no ink, so the shop owner, who had poor calligraphy skills, used some kind of low-quality cinnabar to write, which made the words appear a strange brown-red color.

Dazhu finally understood, and said with a hint of indignation, "Oh, you're talking about this? This shop belongs to the village chief's family. It's been around for over a hundred years. They usually sell rice, flour, grain, oil, and other things."

"As for this sign, forget it. We all think it's unlucky. Tell me, how could anyone write something like that in scarlet letters?"

"But there's nothing we can do. After all, he belongs to the village chief. This sign was said to have been written by a great friend of the village chief's. If we change it, wouldn't that seem disrespectful?"

"So, this thing has been hanging there for so many years, until now."

Zhang Sijia said softly, "This expert's handwriting is terrible. It's not even as good as mine. A long time ago, when I was learning to write, my teacher said my handwriting was not as good as a dog's claws."

Upon hearing this, Maomao immediately squatted on the spot, proudly puffed out his chest, held his head high, and looked very proud.

“Bang!”

Lu Wenwu slapped the dog on the head.

"You're so proud of yourself. Can you write?"

"Woof!"

"You still dare to talk back?"

"Woof."

Calm, very calm.

Apart from the fact that Lu Wenwu was baking egg-filled pancakes in the yard and attracted a large number of villagers to watch, the rest of the incident could be said to be completely normal.

This made Aiken, who had been on high alert, very nervous.

As the most serious person in the team, this paladin who also serves as the archbishop firmly believes that if nothing happens for a long time, then a big wave must be brewing.

It is impossible for them to live so comfortably in the copy world.

So he volunteered and was the first to take on the duty of night watch.

Not only that, Aiken also carefully placed a formation called the Holy Light Spirit Formation around the courtyard, which is said to be able to resist evil invasion and serve as an early warning.

Mummy Ahmed was quite dissatisfied with this.

Even though he had taken out the same coffin as Tutankhamun, the rich power of holy light made it difficult for him to enter a dormant state.

Unable to sleep, he simply went to the courtyard in the dark to chat with the others.

The gentle octopus girl asked curiously, "Mr. Mummy, you are not a traditional undead creature, nor have you been classified as evil by the Holy Light. Even so, are you still troubled by the Holy Light?"

"Of course, these guys who use the Holy Light and their Holy Light are the most unreasonable people in the world!" Ahmed was full of resentment. "They are just as unreasonable as those manic vegetarians!"

While Aiken wasn't paying attention, Lu Wenwu secretly gave a thumbs up to show his agreement.

To use the northern dialect, these guys who believe in the Holy Light are really too "stubborn"!

Although in most cases, their starting points are good.

But the execution method and process.

That's even more hateful than Fahai!

The honest Dabao did not express any opinion. He just ate the cake and scratched Maomao's chin with a smile.

"Well, according to the interpretation in that oriental horror movie, should we prepare some sticky rice?"

After finishing his complaints about the Paladins, Ahmed said in the direction of the glutinous rice shop.

"There's also an ink fountain and red thread. I don't know if they're available in the village."

"We'll find out tomorrow when we see if there's a carpenter in the village," Dabao said solemnly, "but I'm a little uneasy. Normally, survival dungeons like this shouldn't have the most important survival items out in the open. If it's like this, it only proves..."

"The dungeon will be incredibly difficult, so difficult that any incompleteness will be a clear sign of our certain death." Lu Wenwu gave a kind smile, concluding the truth. "But... this is what's interesting! I can't wait to start my killing spree!"

Zhang Sijia stroked Maomao's soft fur and asked softly, "I remember black dog blood also has the effect of restraining zombies. I wonder about Maomao... Eh? Why did you run away?"

"Maomao is not a black dog!"

Maomao shrank back into Lu Wenwu's arms with a look of fear on his face, tucked his tail between his legs and tried to curl his already huge body inward as much as possible.

But the results seem to be minimal.

"Maomao's blood is useless! It's useless!"

“Hahahahahahahaha.”

The others were immediately amused by Maomao's naive appearance, and the courtyard was suddenly filled with a happy atmosphere.

"Everyone, something's happening!"

Just as everyone was laughing and talking, Aiken suddenly walked in quickly with a serious expression and spoke in a hurry.

"My warning amulet has been triggered. A group of people are heading towards Changshou Village, right on the road we came from!"

Um?

When Lu Wenwu heard this, he immediately became excited.

"How many people, what are their abilities, and who wants to go?"

Aiken was confused by his three consecutive questions and subconsciously asked, "What? Who wants to go?"

"Don't worry about this for now, answer my first two questions." Lu Wenwu was already rubbing his hands together.

"About ten are B+ level, and the remaining ten or so are all B level," Aiken said quickly. "They are very strong. From what I can sense, at least five of them have mastered the equivalent of third or fourth level inheritance-level techniques, and two of them are even..."

"Okay, stay here and protect yourselves. I'll be back soon."

Lu Wenwu couldn't wait any longer. He clamped Maomao with his left arm and instantly cut open the wings of the sky behind him.

With a flash of blue light, he soared into the sky and headed straight for the dirt road where everyone had come from.

".It is even equivalent to a top B+ master who has practiced about the fourth level of unique skills!" Aiken finished the second half of the sentence at this time.

Zhang Sijia stretched out a tentacles and pointed: "Mr. Aiken, Tyrannosaurus is gone."

Of course Aiken saw that Lu Wenwu had left.

So now he was in a very devastated mood, with disbelief written all over his eyes.

Brother, I know you are very capable, but you shouldn’t be so reckless, right?

"No, it's too dangerous for him to go alone. We have to go and support him!"

While his teammates were still confused, Lu Wenwu had already come face to face with the enemy.

[Cursed Zombie Yi Yonghong/Former Player Yi Yonghong (B+)]: 380,000/380,000

[Current Status]: Soul Imprisonment, Evil Curse, Evil Blessing, Zombie Body, Chaos Intelligence, Bloodthirstiness

Former player?

Lu Wenwu's smile faded and he immediately looked at the other zombies.

Player!

Player!

Still a player!

Those at B+ level actually have the title prefix of former players.

(End of this chapter)