Chapter 224: White Orchid Rain Festival (VI)
The courtyard of the Eighth Guild was also in commotion.
All kinds of furniture in the Judge's room were cut by leaves, and four thick roots had already sprouted out. The room was getting smaller and smaller, and it seemed that there was not much room left to escape.
The Judge's Guild President's face was not very good. After all, she had spent a lot of effort to find this prop for escape. She brought it to this copy specially. She originally wanted to use it when she had no other choice. Unexpectedly, she encountered trouble in the first side quest.
Seeing that the time limit for the item was about to expire, she had already prepared an attacking item. If it really didn't work, she could only save her life first.
"President, President, are you okay?"
Suddenly, there was a knock on the door. The Judge recognized the voice of her Vice President, the Evangelist, and said, "President...feed the flower with some of your own blood, and it will calm down, and the door can be opened..."
Except that the voice sounded a little weak, the President of the Inquisitor confirmed that it was indeed the voice of the preacher.
But she still couldn't rest assured, "What's wrong with you? Are you hurt? Why is your voice so weak?"
Although his tone implied many relationships, the Judge President's face was sharp. He was alert both inside and outside and did not dare to relax at all.
"Oh, I'm fine." The preacher obviously didn't expect that his president would still care about his injuries at this time, so his tone was tinged with warmth. "I was just attacked by a flower, and then I found out that the attack was to suck my blood. The door of the room was also opened, so I came to tell you."
She didn't have much time left, so she had to use her skills to judge the truthfulness of the other party's words. After getting a confirmed answer, she cut her palm with a dagger and squeezed out a few drops of blood.
After seeing that the flower had indeed slowed down its attack and the door of the room was opened, she already had one hand on the potion.
The preacher at the door was more seriously injured than she had expected, with half of her arm bitten from the forearm. She was exhausted and leaning against the door railing. When she saw that the judge was fine and was about to breathe a sigh of relief, she caught a glimpse of the judge moving to her side out of the corner of her eye.
"Preacher, since you are already injured, don't waste it."
The other party raised his lips, revealing a calculating smile, but it was quickly suppressed by the other party, "I have judged it with my skills, it will be fine."
Then she put on her usual kind and bewitching look, "Once you've fed my flowers, I'll heal your wounds."
Before the preacher could react to this, the people in the house who had just tasted the fresh flowers and suddenly had no source of food came chasing after him in a hurry.
The judge had already handed over his bloody arm.
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In the inky night, a shrill cry was heard.
The courtyard of the third guild next door seemed a little quieter than other courtyards, especially the room of the president of the corpse-drivers.
The moment the flower launched the attack, the Corpse Driver's Guildhall didn't have time to think and had already launched his own skills. In addition to the Corpse Driver's Guildhall, another person had appeared in the room.
If the eldest lady was present at this time, she would easily recognize that this was the flower seller who died in the dream. She had been killed, but now she appeared here again.
It seems that when the opponent was on the verge of death, the leader of the corpse-driving people activated his skills and turned the opponent into his own corpse.
The other person just waved his hand and many paper-cut dolls appeared in the room.
It was simply a huge scene of Calabash Brothers saving his grandfather, except that this time it was an effective rescue, the flower ladies' skills were not greatly reduced by becoming zombies, and because there were more of them, they temporarily entangled the flower that was about to attack with its fangs and claws, but they did not completely solve the problem, as the flower was still struggling violently, and leaves would fly out from time to time and cut the paper-cut dolls.
"President, those flowers need blood," the loan shark's voice soon came from outside the door, "You need to give some blood first and open the door, and then I will use the loan shark to find a few players to come over."
The voice of the loan shark at the door was slow and unhurried, and one could tell as soon as one heard it that the other party must have found a solution.
The situation on Miao Jiang's side didn't seem to be so good. The moment the flower attacked, she reflexively threw out a few spider silks, nailing the opponent's roots directly into the wall.
Coupled with her own skills, the poison wrapped in the spider silk quickly seeped into the roots of the plants, and the green roots were instantly dyed the same color as the flower buds.
The black buds on the branches trembled as they opened their serrated mouths, but quickly withered before they had a chance to attack.
President Miao Jiang suddenly thought of something, but it was too late to pull back the spider silk.
The originally growing flower stems quickly shrank back to their original shape, and then like a plant doubling its aging speed, they began to wither and turn yellow, fall off, and blend into the white soil.
In the last few seconds of the petals' decay, something golden like pollen floated out from the serrated mouth. When President Miao Jiang was not noticing, it fell on her body and then sank into her skin.
But the other party's attention was diverted by the sudden withering of the flower and he never noticed what fell on him.
Compared to the courtyards of the guilds that drank the water with black air, the courtyards of Alice, the worker, President Barbie, and President Hongfen were much quieter. At least in their rooms, except for the lengthening of the roots and stems, there were no changes in the leaves of the flowers.
Several guild leaders soon realized that the petals wanted to suck blood, so they cut their palms.
The intensity of the flower's blood-sucking was not as great as they imagined. In short, it was within the tolerable range. The flower felt the sweetness of the blood, and after it was full, it began to shrink back on its own.'
Whether it was the growing rhizomes or the blooming flower buds, they all shrank into the flowerpot in an instant and returned to their original appearance, except that the shape of the flower buds looked a little larger than before.
In Nanhuan's room.
Nan Huan stood in the room somewhat helplessly and with disgust, trying to distance herself from the flower. She looked at the flower as if it had eaten something bad. After absorbing her blood from three places, it began to vomit things out crazily.
Nan Huan never wants to see this scene again in his life.
But because there might be some clues in it, I had to force myself not to look away.
The black flowers, which were full and vibrant just now, suddenly became wilted, bent their tall stems, and vomited out.
Because of its movement, the green flower stem would bulge out from time to time, as if it wanted to spit out everything it had digested before.
It wasn't until half a minute later that the thing was finally regurgitated.
Snap——
A human thigh bone was spit out. There was some black mucus on the white bone, which made Nan Huan almost vomit up his overnight meal.
There was no bad smell in the room, but the visual effect was not something that most people could bear.
Nan Huan had to take a deep breath before turning his head.
Because the vomiting of this flower has not ended yet.
Next came the human finger bones and tibia bones, one after another.
"Anan, are you okay?"
There was a knock at the door. It was Bei Xi's voice. Perhaps because she heard no sound of fighting inside, her tone was a little anxious, "Give it some blood, and the door can be opened..."
"I'm fine, don't worry."
Nan Huan was afraid that Bei Xi would worry, so he responded first, "It might be allergic to my blood, and it's vomiting and having diarrhea... No, it's vomiting everywhere. Please wait a moment, or go check on other people first. I'm fine, don't worry."
Bei Xi thought of the previous situation where Nan Huan's blood could curb certain monsters. After hearing her say this, her heart finally calmed down a little.
Nan Huan forced himself to watch the fantastic plot of flowers spitting out bones for another twenty minutes, and it seemed that the other party was beginning to show some signs of giving up.
He raised his palm, covered his mouth and nose, and approached without any worry, "Have you vomited enough? How about I give you some more medicine?"
If I had known earlier, why would I have gone through so much trouble? I might as well have let out some blood earlier.
The flower's entire body became limp. It was not known whether it sensed Nan Huan's approach or understood what he was saying. In any case, as Nan Huan pressed closer and closer, it dragged its weak body back into the flowerpot.
"Since you're not going to eat, open the door for me quickly. After we finish our business, it's almost time to go to bed."
The serfs of Nanhuan were singing songs when they were liberated. He stretched out his hand and flicked the flower buds, saying with a hint of threat, not knowing whether he was speaking to the flowers or to the system.
But as the flower grew back to its original size, the closed door was opened.
Five minutes later, the eldest lady's room was once again crowded with people.
"If I didn't know you, I would think you were talking nonsense."
President Alice stood near the pile of bones and studied them. "Judging from the shape and size of the bones, they should belong to more than one person. They all look like young and middle-aged people, both men and women. They are definitely human."
She stated this conclusion in a serious tone, causing the other players to feel nauseous.
"Since this flower eats people, why didn't it eat us just now?"
The Pink Guild President looked at her healed palm and asked sincerely, "And the amount of blood it required was beyond my expectations. With the recovery of the potion, strictly speaking, it did not have any subversive effect on our bodies."
President Barbie also frowned, as if she was thinking about the same question. After all, in her understanding, the system should not set such an easy task.
If you inject this little blood, it will bloom. This task basically has no screening ability.
"There may be two reasons," Bei Xi checked Nan Huan's body after entering the room and found that he was indeed not injured. Then she perked up and listened to what everyone was saying. She took over the conversation without caring.
"The first one is related to the glass of water. Miss helped us clean up the water, so we are basically fine."
Bei Xi felt that this was the most likely possibility. After all, it was impossible for the housekeeper to let them drink water with black air for no reason.
"As for the second reason, there are still a few days until the Rain Festival, which means we still have to take care of this flower for several days. What if the nutrients it needs are gradual? For example, it needs 200ml of blood tonight to bloom, and 400ml tomorrow night. The day after tomorrow, it will need the entire human body as nutrients?"
"It's possible that both reasons are true. We'll know the exact situation tomorrow morning after we see the status of the players from the guilds over there."
Bei Xi finished the last sentence patiently, "It's getting late now. Instead of watching the spectacle of flowers spitting out human bones, you might as well rest early and conserve your energy. Who knows what unexpected things may happen tomorrow."
This statement may seem like he is worrying about tomorrow's situation, but it is actually trying to drive people away.
Fortunately, everyone else was very tactful and said goodbye after hearing what was said. Nineteen even helped clean up all the bones in the house and put them into a collection prop before taking Lingyue back to his room.
In the second half of the night, there is no system mandatory requirement, so it is best for two people to stay in one room to avoid any unexpected situations.
Originally, because of the unexpected attack of the flowers just now, two people were arranged to take turns to keep watch in order to keep an eye on the mutations of the flowers or the conditions of their flowering.
Bei Xi originally had no intention of sleeping, but in the second half of the night, all the players were forced to sleep under some kind of force from the system until early the next morning.
The sky seemed to brighten in an instant, and the sunlight was already very strong early in the morning.
Fortunately, they were in the High Priest's Palace and did not feel any obvious burning heat, but one can imagine how hot it would be outside at this moment.
However, the players in the guild camp were not in the mood to appreciate the strange weather at the moment.
Everyone stood in the yard with their arms folded, looking at the twenty pots of colorful flowers placed on the stone table.
"I understand why most flowers are red, pink and orange now," Alice concluded after studying them for a long time. "Flowers of other colors look like they are poisoned, or just make people feel uncomfortable just by looking at them."
She shuddered and withdrew her gaze, feeling that if she continued to look, her eyes would be poisoned.
"Especially in this world where not a single flower blooms, this color is indeed a bit strange."
The president of the workers' union yawned in agreement.
I saw everyone’s flower pots placed on the stone table in front of them.
After one night, most of the flowers bloomed.
The reason why I say "most" is that except for the one in Nanhuan, the rest of the black buds have bloomed. Not only have they bloomed, but they have also bloomed in various colors, giving a feeling of competing for beauty.
I saw that the black bud had disappeared at some point, and what was hanging on the branch was a half-opened flower. Everyone's flowers were almost open, with the stamens exposed, but not fully open. The color was indeed a bit weird.
Even the pot of No. 19 turned fluorescent purple, as if it was poisoned.
However, it cannot be said that the flower in Nanhuan did not bloom. It can even be said that among these potted flowers, her color looks more normal.
The white was mixed with dark gray, as if the black from last night had not completely faded away. Compared to the half-opened flowers of others, although the pistil of her flower could be seen, it could only be considered half-open.
Open, but not fully open.
"Miss, can you make this flower?"
Lingyue was a little worried, "How about you use my money to top up the credit?"
She took her flower pot and brought it over. After all, it didn’t matter whether they could become saints or not. The most important thing was for Nan Huan to become a saint.
Nan Huan reached out and touched the other's dark blue petals. "The system also said that we should protect our sacrifice. It's obvious that we can't change it. Don't worry. It's okay. The mission only said that it should bloom. It's still blooming if it's half-bloomed. It's okay."
Nan Huan had just said a few words of comfort when he was interrupted by someone sent by the housekeeper.
It was still the same hall as yesterday. This time, the butler did not separate everyone out of suspicion, but gathered everyone in one hall.
"Miss, look, their flowers are bigger than ours."
Nineteen slowly followed behind the team and observed, chatting with Nan Huan.
really.
From the moment the players from both sides met, both sides were a little stunned.
From the perspective of the players on Nanhuan's side, although the flower pots of the players from the opposite guilds also had colorful and abnormal colors, most of their flowers were in full bloom, with a few special exceptions.
The gambler's guild leader's face wasn't looking good either. If they had strictly followed the system's requirements last night and made the biggest concessions within the scope of the turnaround, they would have been able to make.
Especially after he confirmed that for some reason Guild President Miao Jiang had killed the flowers he raised, and for some reason Guild President the Corpse Driver had caused the flowers raised by their guild to generally become smaller, he was very puzzled as to how the players on the eldest lady's side had achieved that everyone's flowers had become a whole circle smaller, with even the eldest lady's own flowers being smaller.
The side quest clearly requires it to bloom, so of course the bigger the better.
It is impossible that the eldest lady and the first president have not thought about becoming a saint, because the system has explained that only by becoming a saint can they obtain the fragments of the totem of faith.
Otherwise, if they change their previous attitude, what would be the purpose of starting the league?
But why are their actions inconsistent with their goals? What went wrong?
After hearing what Nineteen said, Nan Huan took a quick look and corrected him, "Not all of them are bigger than ours. The flowers of the Miaojiang guild leader should be dead. The flowers of the corpse driver and loan shark guild are about the same size as ours."
"It seems that the water is indeed useful, but these few people have eliminated its influence."
The butler didn't care what they had experienced last night, and didn't seem to realize what the normal reaction should be to suddenly see these flowers in a place where no plants bloomed.
His eyes just lit up when he saw the flowers, but it was not the kind of joy that came from being shocked. It was more like a satisfied attitude, an attitude that everything was happening as he had expected.
Of course, this joy suddenly changed after seeing the flowers on the Gambler's Guild President's side.
Because he suddenly discovered that one of the saint's flower pots was empty.
"Something unexpected happened," Miao Jiang noticed the housekeeper's eyes on her. From last night till now, she had tried many remedies, but none of them worked. At this moment, she could only explain dryly, "The flowers withered last night."
Just when everyone thought that the butler would be furious and even disqualify the other party from becoming a saint, the butler smiled.
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