Chapter 112 Paper Town

The paper beast that Qiao Song dragged back this time was torn into pieces, leaving only a thin skin and the supporting bones in the middle, and its belly had been hollowed out like an air-raid shelter.

Fan Xi understood everything almost the moment he saw the body of the paper beast.

"You are very brave."

During the day, paper beasts can only be hunted on the edge of the village. Those guys dare not come in, but the stronger they are, the less suppression they will receive. Looking at the size of this porcupine, it is already the type that can actively attack the village.

Yesterday, Fan Xi asked her whether she wanted to sell it or keep it, but today she simply shook her head and said, "There's no way to recycle this and exchange it for soul coins. It can only be used to make soup."

Qiao Song's mind moved: "Then continue to make the soup."

The contents of the paper beast's stomach had been taken out, and it could still be used to make soup. This showed that Fan Xi had not lied to her. The raw material for those nourishing soups was not the soul in the paper beast's stomach, but the beast's skin.

This time, Xiao Ni was not as happy as before when drinking the soup. His expression was even a little painful, and he kept rubbing his eyebrows.

Fan Xi: "He will soon arrive in Hongyi, you can prepare more food in the next two days."

Qiao Song nodded, but Xiao Ni was a little distracted: "Sister Qiao Song, have I caused you any trouble?"

"Aunt Fan praised you for your talent. Once you learn how to make paper beasts, you will be able to make corresponding puppets for Hei Dou and the others in the dungeon in advance. Can't you help us now?"

There is no way to explain Hei Dou's current situation in detail. It's like there's a game bug. She has to log in from a different location and be forced to match a body to the little girl. When the system reacts later, it will definitely not let them take advantage of her for nothing.

Actively create a puppet and bring it into the dungeon so that it is more controllable.

Xiao Ni was instantly full of energy and drank a large bowl of nourishing soup while pinching his nose.

This made the boys and girls across the table eat faster. Just kidding, ghosts can grow stronger and taller by eating. They can't let this little ghost surpass them.

The girl glanced at Qiao Song from time to time, with a hint of vigilance: "Where did you end up in the lake yesterday..."

Halfway through her words, she was covered by the boy's hand.

He had heard the system warning.

[Please do not actively talk about the special devices in the dungeon to avoid leaking the corresponding information. If you are warned again, a fine will be deducted directly.]

It's obvious that he's afraid that these two kids might accidentally say something they shouldn't say.

Managers like Fan Xi can freely choose whether to increase the difficulty for players and whether to provide corresponding clues, but small NPCs cannot. Fan Xi did not give them the authority, so the system's control over boys and girls is no worse than that over players.

The boy, who had already lost a lot of New Year's money, reacted quickly and successfully saved the small treasury.

The virgin girl stared blankly: "You little bastard, why are you covering my mouth? You are still short of that little money."

The boy straightened his back and glared back: You've spent all my money, of course I'm short of money.

As a result, because he had not worked hard enough, his confidence increased too quickly, and his strength had not yet caught up, he was hit on the head by the virgin and got a bump.

Fan Heng pinched a peanut and happily tried to stop the fight while drinking.

Food was flying all over the table, and in the end, the only two outsiders who were eating seriously were Xiao Ni and Qiao Song.

Fan Xi wanted to sigh again.

After dinner, the evening Painted Skin event began. It was also the activity that Qiao Song had been waiting for a whole day. After all, she had been wandering outside for a whole day wearing the soul coin battle robe. Fortunately, she was in skeleton form now and had to change into a human form. Running around outside alone with money all over her body, to be honest, even if she didn't look stupid, it would still attract a lot of hatred.

Fan Xi asked the same question the boy and girl asked at the dinner table again in the elevator, and very directly.

"You were underwater last night and entered the shrine?"

Qiao Song raised his eyebrows and asked back without any hesitation: "Were you the ones who desperately pulled me out of the water last night?"

Fan Xi didn't press the elevator floor button, but just looked at her quietly.

"When you came back from outside the village this morning, I guessed that you went to the next village through the shrine, but I have to tell you one thing. Before the winner is confirmed during the Bonfire Festival on the seventh day, no living person can enter the shrine."

One of the elevator's floor buttons began to glow by itself, and the elevator slowly moved upwards.

Fan Xi stared at the electronic patterns flashing on the elevator door road, and suddenly took the initiative to say: "Since you have seen the prospect inside the shrine, you should know that the current Zhazhi Town is actually connected to the other four copies."

Of the 12 tablets on the altar inside the shrine, four were indeed lit up at the same time and rooted on the table.

Qiao Song looked up and carefully observed her expression: "Have you been invaded?"

Like the hell community.

"No, it's not an invasion, it's cooperation and compromise."

Fan Xi's voice was firm: "This is the compromise made by all those who want to go home."

"Since you were able to ask questions about the door of reality yesterday, it means that you have investigated it, seen it, and been disappointed. The door to go home stopped opening a long time ago, and even the door will not appear again."

“There are always new players appearing on this road, and old players disappearing all the time. No one can go home.”

"Those who can come to our dungeon have all been to certain dungeons of the Twelve Committees. Only there are maps like this that guide you here. If Hell is a place where wandering souls are judged, then Paper-Zha Town is a place for wandering souls to rest and recuperate."

Her voice became softer and softer. “Keep the things you took out of the paper beast’s stomach today. They are the only proof that those humans were alive.”

The elevator reached the fifth floor and the door slowly opened.

Fan Xi stopped talking about the door, as if he had finally remembered his NPC duties, and started talking about tonight's mission:

The tasks for the first two days of the game were all bone drawing, but Qiao Song had completed it better than most players yesterday, so he could choose to start a new course today, and he had already chosen tailoring during the day.

"The rules are similar to yesterday. Find a large enough piece of cloth before daybreak, draw the patterns you learned yesterday on the cloth, and then you can take the elevator back. The size of the cloth depends on your needs. As long as you can draw the patterns, it doesn't have to be a lot."

"Also, remember, don't get off the wrong elevator."

The system prompt also sounded at the same time.

But Qiao Song was still thinking about what Fan Xi had just said. After the red light flashed in the elevator urging her, she pondered for a few seconds before taking out the paintbrush she had bought earlier.

The elevator door behind me slowly closed, and ice-blue lines climbed up the cold wall along the wooden floor, flowing from top to bottom.

The blue and red tones of the light are completely different from the ancient style of painting inside the elevator, yet they blend together so abruptly.

Not invaded, but merged with other copies?

Could it be that the reason this place is called Cyber ​​Village is because it leads to the cyber world?

It seems like I really need to go into the shrine a few more times today. I better put off being a water ghost for a while longer...

It had only been a few seconds since Qiao Song had changed his ways. After stepping out of the elevator, he looked around carefully and was instantly happy.

There were light blue swimming pools appearing inside the 5th floor. A rough estimate was that there were at least a dozen different styles of pools, including square, round, and massage pools of various shapes.

Moreover, they were not small in size. The closest one in front of her was about ten meters wide and at least two hundred meters long.

The most embarrassing thing was that as soon as she got out of the elevator, she was surrounded by various swimming pools. In the middle of these crowded swimming pools, on the criss-crossing paths, there was a display cabinet in the middle of each one, and inside each cabinet was a bone with a clearly marked price.

Qiao Song looked at the water in the swimming pool and saw a water depth mark next to it: "1.6 meters at the shallowest point and 3.6 meters at the deepest point."

She looked at the notice on the display case again:

"A good tool for getting around in the water, priced from 1,000 soul coins."

Judging from their body shapes, these guys in the display case are indeed quite tall, but now the players are all in skeleton form and do not need to breathe. Even if they cannot swim, they can move forward by feeling the bottom of the pool.

Unless there are other dangers underwater.

Qiao Song wanted to be a water ghost, so of course he was not afraid of these things. He jumped into the water with a hammer in his hand.

There is no such thing as opening or closing eyes in the skeleton state. Qiao Song looked around and saw various shellfish open and closed at the bottom of the pool.

These things emitted a strange blue light at the bottom of the pool, like unblinking eyes at the bottom of the pool.

The faint light at the bottom of the pool that you just saw from outside came from these layers of shellfish.

Oh, isn't this the thing we found in the shrine last night? When pulling the thing out of the shrine, Qiao Song remembered that the little guy seemed to be saying something very strange at the time. At that time, she was so focused on getting into the shrine that she didn't listen carefully.

[Ding——Congratulations to the player for unlocking the underwater loom mini-game]

[In addition to silkworms that spin silk, man-eating shellfish can also be used to weave cloth, but please be careful when collecting cloth, otherwise it may become the raw material for the next piece of cloth.]

The cloth she needed was actually hidden in these shells.

Qiao Song held the hammer in his hand and did not move forward rashly. Instead, he stuck to the wall of the swimming pool where he had just jumped off and observed it carefully.

Sure enough, the closer to the edge, the fewer shells there are, and the farther you go, the more shells there are, and the gathered blue light becomes more conspicuous.

No, it's not Blu-ray.

It is not very easy to swim in the skeleton state, and Qiao Song almost dragged his hands and feet to walk forward at the bottom of the pool. No wonder there are so many skeletons on the water surface. It turns out that they are really used as a means of transportation. After all, walking underwater is too slow.

But being slow has its advantages as well. As she got closer, she could clearly see that the so-called blue light was the furry, seaweed-like things that came out of the shells' mouths.

The bigger the shell, the more water plants it contains in its mouth. From a distance, it looks like a mouthful of blue light.

Qiao Song thought about it and did not approach rashly. It was okay to throw small objects like nails from above, after all, it was a falling state, but if he threw it forward like this, he could basically only throw heavy objects, such as a hammer.

A small hammer drew a parabola not far away and fell into the pile of shells. In an instant, blue light exploded. The shell that had just been peaceful and opened its mouth with blue glowing water plants floating in it immediately bit the hammer in the middle like a mad dog.

The metal hammer was bitten into pieces, without even a scrap left.

This is not a luminous shellfish, it is clearly the Amazon man-eating shell luminous plus version.

If they are so sensitive, how can they get the cloth in their mouths? Even a hammer can bite them into pieces. If I go over there with a handful of tender bones, they will probably be bitten to pieces.

Qiao Song thought about it and felt fortunate that he did not get greedy yesterday and ate the shell sashimi he took out of the shrine.

By the way, is the guy in her net bag still alive?

Qiao Song looked at the blue man-eating clams from a distance, then took out a net bag from the toolbox and took the small shell that he had picked from the shrine yesterday.

As soon as this guy appeared, he spit out two bubbles. He found that he was still in the water, and he was relieved quickly. He immediately cursed: "You ignorant believer, you actually put me in my pocket. Do you think I am a clam worth 5 yuan a pound? Put me back to the shrine! Do you know who you are offending now? I am a great sacrifice, the guardian of the shrine..."

Before he could finish his words, the shell, which had luckily lived in the shrine and had been playing tricks ever since, felt the hand holding it shake, causing it to change direction.

Little Beike immediately saw large groups of his fellow villagers. The strange blue light was so familiar that it scared Beike.

That is the place where it left its homeland, went through untold hardships, competed with hundreds or thousands of its kind for a position, and was only able to leave by chance.

It was its own kind of hell.

Qiao Song heard the shell scream for the first time.

The thing in his hand was like a vibrating motor, blowing bubbles and trying to escape quickly.

"Don't leave me here to beg you. I'd rather be an oyster or a clam. Or you can just lock me up and put me in your net bag as a mascot for you!"

As soon as Qiao Song heard its reaction, he knew there was hope.

He immediately began to dismantle the net bag, untied the two thread ends, tied up the shell in his hand, fastened a hammer on it to increase the weight, then swung the coil rapidly, preparing to turn it a few times to throw it out.

Little Shell immediately had a bad feeling: "If you have something to say, please say it nicely. Don't play like this. I beg you. Ugh, stop spinning. If you have any questions, you can ask me. Don't use me as a pathfinder. Ugh, you are so powerful. You found the shrine last night. I can cooperate with you. Together, we will definitely achieve great things in this dungeon! Ugh."

Qiao Song saw it vomit three times in one sentence, and said speechlessly: "If I ask you for information related to the game, will the system allow you to tell me directly?"

If boys and girls wanted to ask her about anything related to the shrine, they would be warned by the system, not to mention the shell in the shrine.

The little shell choked and blew out a bubble weakly: "I can't."

"That's it, just play your due value, and don't make me happy."

Qiao Song turned the rope in his hand vigorously, like a cowboy in the water, and threw the shell out with the rope, then quickly took out another inflatable object from the net bag.

It was a small balloon prop that she had taken from Tang Xiaoxiao's cheap teammate in the next village. This thing had no other use, but it could be inflated out of thin air and kicked like a ball, which happened to come in handy in the current situation.

Qiao Song was floating on the water with several balloons clamped on his body, with his skull head looking down at the movement in the water.

The thrown shells soon disturbed the same species in the tribe. They swarmed over and bit the hammer to pieces again. It seemed that they realized that the hammer was not tasty last time, so they dropped it after biting it for a long time this time.

But the seemingly ordinary little white shell in the middle is surrounded by blue clams with floating water plants. They fan their shells, as if they are carefully observing and smelling the smell of this little shell.

Soon, they excitedly surrounded the top-quality little white clam in the middle, like a group of lackeys offering tonic, and moved forward in a certain direction.

Qiao Song guessed correctly. These shells did have a certain class system. The closer to the outside, the fewer blue-light water plants there were, and the deeper into the shells, the more water plants there were. Moreover, the little white shell was so scared that he had brought it back, so it was very likely that in this group, they also ate their own kind.

And it looks like it’s top-notch food.

But she never thought that the white shell would be so fragrant after entering the shrine.

Thinking about what happened last night, Qiao Song guessed, could it be because Bai Bei smelled of incense?

The rope tied to the small shell was very thin, but of high quality. In addition, Qiao Song had prepared something long ago to allow herself to float on the water. As a result, she was like a balloon, floating towards the center of the shell group along with the sacrificed white shells.

She saw the blue light becoming increasingly intense, like a layer of furry seaweed growing on a shell. The further she moved forward, the denser the seaweed became, and gradually she could even sense a blue blanket appearing underneath.

Until now, these blue tentacles are still scattered and can at most be considered as furry threads, and cannot be regarded as cloth.

Do I have to collect aquatic plants and then make a piece of cloth myself like knitting a sweater?

No, the rules clearly say this is an underwater loom game.

We have the thread, but where is the weaving machine?

Qiao Song followed the current and floated forward until he finally saw a unique large shell. Inside the shell lay a big fat boy as round as a pearl. The round pearl cracked open and ate the surrounding blue water plants and the shell into its stomach.

A layer of gauze slowly emerged from behind the pearl. As the big pearl ate more and more shells, the layer of blue gauze gradually solidified and turned into a large piece of blue silk cloth.

At some point, the rope of the net bag in her hand suddenly tightened, as if it had been pulled hard.

Oops.

As these two words appeared in his mind, the rope in his hand broke completely. Qiao Song saw the small white shell being stuffed into Pearl's mouth by a group of diligent blue-haired shells.

When the big round thing touched the small white clam, the crystal light became noticeably brighter, and the black cracks on the pearl continued to expand, like a cracked mouth.

The water flowed rapidly, like a flush toilet, instantly sucking away a large amount of blue threads in the nearby waters.

Qiao Song felt something was wrong and was about to take out some more things from the toolbox to deal with the situation, but he found a sneaky object moving towards the pearl along the water flow.

The thing looked like a fish, and was apparently only the size of a palm, but it had an indescribable plastic feel.

Looks a little familiar.

Wait, isn’t this a fishing lure?

On the shore, next to a circular pool.

The uncle and nephew were pulling a fishing rod desperately.

There were already several pieces of cloth scattered around the two of them, from the thread ends at the beginning to the complete small pieces of cloth that gradually appeared later, it could be seen that they had tried many times.

"Have a good catch, it looks like a big fish this time, oh no, it's a big piece of cloth!" The fisherman said with difficulty, then grabbed the fishing rod with a flushed face.

After all, what you're fishing for are not real fish, but shells that cover the entire bottom of the pool. Those things are like suction cups, sticking directly to the bottom of the pool. The larger the fabric, the tighter it sticks, making it almost impossible to pull it off.

“I never thought that one day I would have to fish a piece of cloth out of the water.”

"Uncle, could you please talk less and use more strength? I can't pull it anymore!" The boy next to him, who was wearing a T-shirt of a game character, was also pulling the fishing rod with a red face.

They had caught several pieces of cloth using the same method before, but because they were too small, it was difficult to draw patterns, so this time they deliberately found a new place, and unexpectedly they caught a "big fish".

The fisherman was pulling the fish and was almost out of strength, and he felt something was not right.

"That's not right. Before, those shells just bit the bait and pulled at me. But I feel like there's something else spinning underneath this time."

It looked like something was hung on a fishhook and was swimming wildly in the water, but there was obviously no way there could be any living thing in the water. Those shells would eat any living thing.

They had gone into the water to observe once before, and even spent money to buy a skeleton as an underwater means of transportation. The shells could only crawl slowly, and the small blue shells acting as the thread ends were responsible for hunting and then offering them to the pearls. The pearls themselves could not move, and they were fishing for the cloth on the pearls' bodies.

The internet-addicted nephew has started to sweat profusely.

"No, uncle, otherwise I will summon a game character and just happen to unlock a Hercules."

The fisherman nodded immediately: "Hurry up, I feel like we're going to be pulled down!"

The internet-addicted teenager held the fishing rod with one arm, tilted his whole body 45 degrees, and helped to pull the rod back. Then he quickly took out a game controller and started choosing a hero on the virtual screen.

[Being bad at e-sports is the original sin]

[The game character, the God of War, is being summoned...]

A big bald man with bulging muscles finally appeared beside the swimming pool and grabbed the fishing rod under the boy's command.

"rise--!"

After a powerful swing of the rod, the thing in the water was finally dragged to the shore, but it was also shaking even more violently underwater, as if a fish had appeared in the water and was swimming left and right, pulling their fishing line frantically.

The fisherman, who finally managed to catch his breath, wiped his sweat while looking at the scene and asked in confusion, "Strange, we clearly went into the water to check, and there were no other creatures in it except shells. Could there be ghosts?"

The nephew who was holding the handle and controlling Hercules suddenly laughed: "If there are ghosts in other places in the infinite dungeon, I can still believe it, but if there is a ghost down here, I'm afraid it will be chewed up by the shell."

Those shell groups divide the work and cooperate with each other. One is responsible for producing water plants, and the other is responsible for weaving the water plants into cloth. If there is a water ghost, what can the water ghost do?

Are water ghosts responsible for sales and promoting fabrics?

The fisherman was amused by his nephew's words. Before he could even breathe a sigh of relief, he saw that Hercules had already bent his fishing rod and suddenly lost his opponent.

The thing underwater seemed to suddenly give up struggling. Once the strength was removed, Hercules and the boy who was controlling the game character rolled backwards several times.

Fortunately, there was another bone exhibit counter not far away, otherwise it would have rolled directly into another pool to feed the shells.

Old Ren was so shocked by the sudden change that he stood up from the folding stool. Just as he was about to pull his nephew, he saw a whole piece of cloth tied to the fishing rod behind him, which was completely different from the previous one. He immediately smiled.

"Oh, I said I should do the fishing. Strength alone is not enough. But you are indeed a great contributor. This piece of cloth is enough for us to share."

But before he could be happy for two seconds, Lao Ren heard the sound of water splashing behind him, and then something grabbed his ankle.

Icy cold and wet.

"Hey, Lao Ren..."

Holy shit, he actually called my name, did he really catch a water ghost! ?

The fisherman suddenly jumped forward, not daring to turn his head and shouted: "Nephew, help the water ghost to the shore!"

After saying that, he picked up the folding stool, turned around and was about to slap the thing that came out of the water.

No matter what the hell it is, as long as it comes out of the water, his stool can be used!

[Fishing Man Five-piece Set - Folding Chair]

[It can be used as an ordinary chair. When hitting any living creature, the attack power is doubled. When the target is an underwater creature, the attack power is doubled 10 times. ]

The hand bone that was grabbing Lao Ren's ankle quickly dodged the attack of the folding stool.

Then he hit the opponent's stool with a hammer.

"Good fellow, can you please listen to me finish my words? Fortunately, I am not really a water ghost. If you hit me with this stool, I would be beaten to ashes by you."

Hearing the familiar voice and seeing the familiar hammer, the fisherman's struggling legs gradually stopped, and then he stared at the skeleton in front of him in disbelief.

"Qiao Song?"

Qiao Song climbed out of the pool and shook off the blue shells still clinging to his body. There were some dangling blue threads wrapped around his shiny white bones, like water plants. He really looked like a water ghost.

She deliberately lowered her voice: "No, I'm not Qiao Song, I'm a water ghost who's taking my life."

What a water ghost! It’s so scary.

This time, Ren Nanping finally let go of his worries completely and lay on the ground gasping for breath.

"Oh my, why are the things under the water so ferocious?" He didn't expect to meet an acquaintance here.

Ren Zhuo, who was holding the handle in the back and ready to summon the Valkyrie, also recognized Qiao Song based on his voice and weapon, so he ran over to help his uncle.

Lao Ren took a moment to calm down, and finally understood what was wrong when he was fishing just now: "It turns out that the end of the fishing line is you."

Speaking of this, Qiao Song also felt it was extremely dangerous.

"I'm just taking a ride with you guys, and I just happened to see your lure markers."

Ren Nanping suddenly realized: "I was wondering how come I only caught a complete piece of cloth this time, without even seeing a single shell."

Lures can only attract living things. They had little catch before because they only caught shells every time. But this time there was an extra person, Qiao Song, underwater, who directly helped him put the fishhook into Pearl's mouth.

I had been fishing for a cloth carrier before, but this time I nearly pulled up someone’s loom.

No wonder it went so smoothly this time, it turned out there was someone helping us underwater.

Ren Nanping finally took down the complete piece of cloth hanging on the fishhook with great satisfaction. It was a round piece of cloth that was one meter wide, which was more than enough for three people to share.

Qiao Song came up and pinched his cloth, but he made some hooks and cuts from it and soon grabbed out a white shell that was pretending to be dead.

Ren Nanping asked in confusion, "What is this?" Aren't all the shells in the water blue-haired? How come there is such a smooth white shell?

Qiao Song casually said, “This is the top-quality bait I picked up last night when I was a water ghost.”

Ren Nanping: What is going on?

Qiao Song patted the small shell in his palm without any hesitation.

"Hey, wake up. You acted well as bait this time. How about we try again?"

The white shell rolled out a string of white bubbles weakly, and it was unclear whether it was fainted by fright or exhaustion.

Be a human being.