Chapter 114 Cleaning Completed (Comic Content)
No matter how heated the discussion on the forum was, or how many people went back to watch the previous update again, the cartoonist, with a heart as cold as iron, did not react at all, but just continued to release updates at no regularity.
Fortunately, it still diverted the readers' attention.
Since Qi Heng fell into sleep, grief-stricken readers created a special post on the forum titled "Did the cat wake up today?" to check in, and they continued to do so for half a month.
Waiting pays off after all.
There was no heart-attack-inducing sleep, nor was there any attack from the coveted dark nest. This young man who has often played the role of Sleeping Beauty since his debut finally got his new plot, suggesting that the cartoonist wants to continue to pull him into work.
A large number of affectionate flying kisses were projected onto Yunpaopao's face through the screen, and extremely excited comments were whizzing across the screen. Everyone felt that this was a sign that Qi Heng was about to wake up. They even predicted the next plot, which would definitely describe the cat’s dream! After all, there is no reason for the cartoonist to just keep it to himself when there is such a good opportunity for insertion or flashback!
…
TA really just held his air.
In the comics, in a familiar ward, on a clean white bed, a young boy was sleeping peacefully in the middle of the bed with his eyes closed. He did not respond to any efforts from the outside world, and was even reluctant to tremble his eyelashes.
Because the suggestion failed completely.
The barrage fell into silence for a few seconds, feeling suffocated by this unexpected development, and the incomparable "?". Even Qi Heng’s fans who had been waiting for a long time didn’t know whether they should be happy that “it’s awesome that the cat has such ability” or be grimacing that “so it’s totally useless?”
In fact, although Qi Heng is in the banned stage, he still often appears in the comics, so that the poor readers don't die of tears because they can't see his promotion. After all, there are the three protagonists who check in every morning, and basically every other plot, the boy will show up briefly in a sleeping posture.
But even the strongest people can't withstand these continuous blows.
The readers are devastated.
“Wuwuwu, cartoonist, you’ve done so many bad things. If you can’t wake up, why did you make us wait so long? I’m crying now and it’s all because of you.”
“Luckily I had anticipated this. I knew that the boss’s subtle expression must have some kind of allusion!!”
"Cat, don't sleep. Don't sleep. Aren't you curious at all about this beautiful dream that fell from the sky? You won't still be sleeping when Sister Xie Ning wakes up, right?"
"...Steel-like mental network, these two words can actually appear together...? This is the first time I hate the stubbornness of a cat's will so much (die)"
"Brother Zhu, please save me! @白日@白日@白日"
"Kusahiru-san is bleeding from the side effects! How could he come at a time like this!"
"Calm down, everyone. Since you have appeared and have a role, it means that Su Xing will be in these few chapters. Don't be anxious, don't be anxious, don't be anxious..."
"You look anxious."
…
This sudden proposal ended with such ghostly howling. Thanks to the psychic, the readers at least got the good news to stabilize their minds. The plot ran as smoothly as a yo-yo. The cartoonist's great style and humorous content quickly diverted the topic of the barrage.
The focus of the dungeon is on combat, and decryption is just one of the steps to speed up the end of the BOSS battle. The seven people were like lucky examinees who had guessed the questions correctly. They were ready to cooperate with each other according to the training processes given by Lu Qingyuan. However, the BOSS did not follow the ethics of martial arts and directly overturned the table to start a fight, catching them off guard.
Wuma Tu had plenty of bullets, and under his robe there were long worms and poisonous snakes crawling forward. His body expanded with each step, and he stood in the front and rushed forward first. The other psychics of Dawn followed closely behind and caught up with the rhythm of the main C without hesitation.
The three protagonists took action afterwards. The three days of devilish training made their muscles react subconsciously, allowing the two teams to cooperate easily. Their positions and postures changed in the blink of an eye, breaking the encirclement of the BOSS and a group of deformed people.
The comics have smooth storyboards, and the tension between the battle actions almost bursts through the screen onto the reader's face, making people involuntarily excited. Unfortunately, this is just the beginning, and the seven people are unable to clear the copy by relying on violent aesthetics.
Countless deformities came, they were less than one meter tall, but had arms that were several times longer than their body length, and were extremely fast. Their main tactic was to slap the opponent in the face before he could react.
There were simply too many of them, and even with the giant worms and area attacks, they were hard to resist. The seven men had scars of varying depths on their bodies, the smell of blood filled the air, and their deformed and strange eyeballs were bursting with bloodshot, a terrifying red. They were breathing heavily and smelling foul, and the blood was fueled by their strong murderous intent.
[No, we must find the hidden BOSS, otherwise these deformities will never end. 】
Si and An roamed flexibly among the deformed crowd, occasionally provoking the monsters next to them to attract firepower, and then using their excellent jumping ability to reach another landing point. His physical strength was constantly being consumed, but the densely packed crowd of identical deformities under his feet made it impossible to tell which one was the king with the naked eye.
[What a headache... As expected, I hate this kind of dirty technique the most. 】 Avoiding the disgusting saliva attack, Si Yu'an kicked over a group of deformities that were as unmartial as the BOSS, and swung his sword to smash them down amid their sharp cries, splashing a fishy smell.
Don't rush anything.
Lin Muyu wiped the blood off his cheek. At one point when he was swinging the long sword, the repulsive force broke the skin on his knuckles, causing him to feel a sharp pain.
The previously obtained information is arranged in the brain, trying to form clues that are sufficient to break the current situation.
…
Hearing his teammates shouting at the top of their lungs from behind, Si Yuan quickly looked over while he was smashing his swords.
A gust of wind wrapped an object in the form of blue light and flew towards him, smashing straight into his arms. Si Yu'an hurriedly caught it with his arms, turned around to avoid the abnormal encirclement, jumped onto the eaves and looked down.
Do you still remember what was in that diary? 】Ye Yunhe continued to shout,【I leave it to you! 】
The lustrous silver-blue light climbed up the object to Si and An's hands, seeping into their skin and transforming into a warm stream to soothe their pain. Their slightly exhausted physical strength was restored to the beginning, giving him the confidence to provoke the freak again.
What Ye Yunhe threw over was the "Golden Medal of Immunity from Death", the supernatural item they obtained in the previous copy, which had the same effect as its literal meaning. The soft, worn rag doll opened its button eyes and stared quietly at the person in front of it.
【journal? 】He murmured in a low voice. The torn diary found in the garbage dump earlier emerged in my memory.
There was little time to think, as the deformed creature below was about to completely overturn the dilapidated house. Si Yu'an stuffed the props into his arms at heart level and jumped to another landing point.
[Okay, I think I know what you mean.] 】
He snorted in his heart.
[Wait for punishment, trash boss.] 】
——
Outside the black fog, the rescue team was quietly waiting for the results and staring at the screens of the instruments in their hands.
[There has been no rescue request so far, it seems that the copy cleanup is stable this time. 】Xinyi retracted her head that had been leaning forward,【To be honest, I'm quite curious about how to rescue seven people at the same time. 】
Lu Qingyuan frowned and waved his hands: [Don’t be curious about this kind of question. The situation will be very anxious and embarrassing, and you might even hit your head on the ground. 】
[But it seems that I have a talent for predicting the questions. It turned out that the three days of devilish training I gave them were worth it. 】She waved to the medical staff, signaling them to start preparing.【But when I thought about saying goodbye to Shuguang and the other four, I felt it was a pity. We still got along well. 】
[Do you mean Wumatu?] 】Xinyi asked softly.
How is that possible! The boy was absolutely determined not to start chatting, and even I couldn't pry his mouth open. 】
Lu Qingyuan rolled her eyes: [Even though his mood has obviously improved in the past few days, he is unwilling to say a word to me. I guess even on the day of our separation, I won’t know what his voice is like. 】
The barrage fell into subtle silence. Their current perception of Lu Qingyuan is in a Schrödinger's complexity, so whenever the screen shifts to Lu Qingyuan's content, there will be an obvious blank gap in the barrage part.
Xinyi kicked her legs while sitting on the folding chair. She had prepared bandages, scissors and potions in her arms, waiting for the wounded in the dungeon to appear: [Shouldn't I be happier after clearing the dungeon? Maybe you'll be able to hear them when they come out. 】
[No, the girl Shuguang told me that after each dungeon ends, Wuma Tu’s mood will be unusually bad, so the chance of getting a chat response will drop sharply... Do you know why? 】
Lu Qingyuan suddenly lowered her voice, and her secretive look aroused everyone's curiosity. Even the employee who was looking for something couldn't help but raise his head to look, so much so that he didn't notice that the screen of the mobile phone at hand lit up for a moment and then quickly went out.
But Lu Qingyuan didn't say anything else. She just lowered her head silently, as if looking for something on the ground. After a while, she stretched out her hand and pinched the ground in the air, as if she had pinched the vital point of something, and was about to raise her hand to show it.
Then, amid everyone's puzzled gazes, she raised her head, put her hands to her mouth, chewed and swallowed the ball of air.
A vivid performance without props.
Xinyi's expression twisted: [So the prerequisite for Wumatu to control insects is to eat them? ? 】
Lu Qingyuan nodded calmly.
…
Everyone was silent.
The barrage also fell silent.
"No wonder they say Wumatu's side effects are much milder than other psychics. It turns out this psychic ability is waiting for you here:)"
"I wouldn't be willing to talk either."
"?? Isn't this method of control a bit too hellish?"
"So if Wumatu didn't want the little gull to die, he could actually eat it...?"
"That's even more hellish, can you eat your friend? (wrinkles)"
"Once again, I feel that the view that "superpowers are actually full of malicious intent" may be correct (Crayon Dog Sleeping.jpg)"
"So why was Wumatu in such a good mood before? Wasn't this another foreshadowing by the cartoonist?"
…
The discussion of the underworld's supernatural powers was destined not to last long.
Because it happened almost the next second after Lu Qingyuan finished speaking.
The black fog dissipated.
The seven of them stood firmly in their positions in a not-too-awkward manner, supporting each other to prevent themselves from falling, each holding a few bottles of A-level potions that were bound to drop in their arms.
The chat paused and the treatment began.
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