Wang Yan suggested, "Try burning it; maybe we can melt the base and then lift it up."
No one objected.
However, Wang Yan's fire burned for a full ten minutes, but the turntable did not change at all.
The flame went out, and the base didn't even turn red.
The two previous core dungeons were either personally handed to Xia Chuhe by someone, or he picked up the scraps by following behind the duck.
The core of this dungeon is right in front of me, yet I can't get my hands on it.
Xia Chuhe suddenly felt powerless.
Their team is still too weak; apart from fire-based abilities, they have almost no other direct offensive capabilities.
Lost in thought, a series of footsteps approached from afar, followed by an obnoxious, irritating voice: "Oh, you're still alive?"
Xia Chuhe raised his gun and aimed it at Wuying.
The evolved beings around Wuying were on high alert.
Wuying raised his hands: "Let's talk this out. Don't resort to shooting at the drop of a hat. You can't take this wheel, but you can't stop someone else from taking it, right?"
Though his words were soft, Wu Ying's eyes darted around erratically. After searching around for a while, he still couldn't find the second villager, a result that surprised him quite a bit.
Xia Chuhe tilted his head, gesturing for the others to step back a little.
Wuying and the others subconsciously took a few steps back.
Xia Chuhe's teammates also took a few steps back.
Wu Ying then realized that Xia Chuhe and the others were making room for him.
He felt no shame whatsoever, and pointed at the spinning wheel: "Go ahead, whoever has the ability to take it can keep it."
In an instant, fiery snakes and icy needles were unleashed simultaneously, and swords flashed wildly, seemingly with the force of a thunderbolt.
After a dazzling array of cheap special effects, Xia Chuhe took a closer look and found that the turntable was brand new and untouched.
"Pfft, hahahahahahahahahahahahahahaha~" After a long, impolite laugh, Boss Xin mercilessly let out a burp.
Wuying didn't feel embarrassed at all. With a wave of his hand, he said decisively, "Let's go."
...
In another world, resplendent with gold and jade, a scene of revelry and merriment.
A table was laden with golden-yellow roasted chicken and duck, while sizzling, oily lamb and roasted suckling pig were piled up like small mountains.
When Xin Diao first tried to turn the turntable, the woman leaning against the table with a wine glass in her hand paused, causing the wine to ripple.
"Another bunch of restless little mice have arrived," the woman muttered.
The man drinking with her asked, "Who is it this time?"
"Peach Blossom Village." The woman took a sip of her drink. "It's alright. I didn't fully distribute the items to Peach Blossom Village; they can't cause any trouble. By the way, is your Raptor Academy ready?"
The man picked up a roast duck in frustration, took a bite, and said, "Ugh, awful. No more. Birds of Prey Academy is completely ruined. We won't be sending any more toys from now on."
The woman offered him a few words of comfort, but her eyes held a hidden sarcasm.
...
After Wuying left, Xia Chuhe and the others did not linger unnecessarily by the roundabout.
The group returned to the large house provided for them by the village and fed the newly extracted animals a nutritious meal.
Xia Chuhe looked at the small animals crawling all over the ground with worry. The farm was inaccessible, which was really inconvenient.
If I draw another animal tonight, my backpack probably won't be able to hold it all.
Especially with 11 rats, they were difficult to manage.
Xia Chuhe wanted to put the little mouse he drew today together with the big mouse from yesterday, but he was afraid that the big mouse would eat the little mouse, so he took an empty bottle to put the baby mice in.
And the dragon egg in my pocket...
If you don't want to hand over the dragon eggs, you have no choice but to hide them, and the best way to hide them is...
Xia Chuhe thought of Wuying, who lived next door, and wondered if she could make a deal with him. The Lighthouse had left her a letter, so it was clear that he had something on his mind.
Before Xia Chuhe could figure out how to "persuade" Wuying, the door was suddenly banged on loudly.
The people in the room exchanged glances and quickly put away the animals they had just drawn.
When the door was opened, the village chief and the village committee members were standing outside.
The newcomer demanded menacingly, "Where's the second son? Where did you hide him?"
Xia Chuhe stood inside the door and gestured for them to come in: "You are welcome to come in anytime."
Xin Diao scoffed, "Such a big, living person, do you think he's a three-year-old? He ran away and came to us asking for him?"
After being rebuked by the two men, the village chief was a little embarrassed: "Um... what about the second brother? I heard you killed him."
Xia Chuhe spread his hands: "This is Taoyuan Village's territory. Do you think we, a group of outsiders, are trustworthy?"
The village chief craned his neck to peer into the house: "I don't care about that. The second son was with you guys before. If he's missing, I'll come after you."
Xia Chuhe was too lazy to waste words with them, so he turned around, lay down on the large communal bed fully clothed, and went to take a nap.
She would never admit to the murder of her second son until the villagers found evidence. As long as the villagers didn't come in and beat her to death, she would stay in bed until the dungeon ended.
Xin Diao's eyes lit up. Xia Chuhe's idea was great. Let them sleep soundly and make them furious. Xin Diao stopped arguing with the village chief, stretched out his long arm, and went to sleep with the reluctant Diao Jie in his arms.
Wang Yan scratched the wound on his arm, feeling a bit uncomfortable, and decided to take a break.
...
People were lying on the beds in twos and threes. Even the most honest Lao Qin nervously went to bed to pretend to sleep in order to fit in.
The situation suddenly became strange.
Inside, everyone was fast asleep, while those outside looked at each other in bewilderment.
Could it be that the second child really ran away on his own? Where did he go?
Xia Chuhe wasn't really asleep; she was thinking about what the village chief had said—"I heard you killed him."
Who told you that?
It couldn't have been a villager. If it were a villager, they would have rushed in and joined forces with the second brother as soon as they saw him being killed.
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