Chapter 317 A Familiar Face
The mutated scorpions are troublesome; they surround the monsters on the outermost edge, like a fortress protecting them, leaving no opening.
With little time left, the five did not rush forward.
Qin Jiu: "It seems we still need to have Zhao Cai step in. Why don't you call Lu Cheng over later, and I'll leave the team."
Zhang Yan glanced at her and said, "I'm not teaming up with Lu Cheng. You stay in the team, I'm leaving."
Originally, Lu Cheng gave him this opportunity to join the team.
In fact, Mengmeng and the other three are strong enough to deal with those demons, so it doesn't matter whether he's there or not.
Let those who are capable take on this Tower of Babel; he should go and attend to his own business first.
He saw his own prophecy in the crystal ball that time, and he had to find a way to find the other four people in the picture.
Aside from their appearance, he knew nothing about them.
However, there was one face that seemed vaguely familiar to him.
Zhang Yan left the team and gave Meng Qingyin the admission ticket he bought in the Magic Tower shop: "This is a thank you gift for helping me clear the tower. You all have to keep up the good work and clear the Magic Tower as soon as possible."
Meng Qingyin didn't stand on ceremony and accepted the admission ticket.
But I always felt that Zhang Yan's tone was like he was giving his last words...
Pshaw, pshaw, pshaw, you jinx!
It was still early, so Meng Qingyin invited Lu Cheng to join the team, and the group continued to clear the tenth floor.
With the Fortune Cat, the demonized scorpions are no longer a threat.
After Zhao Cai dealt with the mutated scorpions in the outer circle, Meng Qingyin and her group efficiently killed the remaining monsters.
After clearing the tenth floor, the system announced again that the difficulty of clearing floors 6-9 had been reduced.
The players are numb.
Meanwhile, Meng Qingyin and the others inside the Demon Tower were "cleaning up the battlefield".
A total of 5 flints were obtained this time, and each person received one.
The group arrived at the eleventh floor.
The monsters on this floor are demonized fire spiders. While other spiders weave webs, these demonized spiders create webs that are imbued with flames.
One after another, fiery spider webs, like Indian roti, lashed at the crowd. Fortunately, the heavy snow and rain extinguished the flames, turning the webs into ordinary spider webs that would not cause harm if they landed on people.
The five had developed a strong teamwork and killed all the demonized fire spiders in less than half an hour.
The loot included spider silk and flint, but only one or two in quantity.
But the amount of money that was found was significantly more, with a few silver coins occasionally mixed in among the pile of copper coins.
The guardian monster on the twelfth floor is a demonized fire worm, which is engulfed in flames and has the ability to create clones.
First came a heavy snowfall, which extinguished the flames on them. Then, Meng Qingyin and the other three put them into their spatial backpacks.
In one hour, the five of them climbed from the tenth floor to the twelfth floor.
As they were teleported out of the tower, it was getting late. The group decided to try again the next day and disbanded to go home.
At this moment, Zhang Yan was trying hard to recall that familiar face.
A moment later, he remembered.
"It's Zhao Lan!"
That familiar face was Zhao Lan!
He had met Zhao Lan once during the "Guess the Coin" game, so he had some recollection of her face.
He has to go find her now.
Zhang Yan took out a location card from his system inventory, located Zhao Lan's position, and then used a teleportation card to teleport there.
...
As soon as Meng Qingyin returned to the train, she smelled the aroma of food.
Qingfeng, wearing a grass-green bear apron around her waist, was bringing the prepared food to the table.
Seeing Meng Qingyin return, she smiled and said, "You're back, Master. Go wash your hands and get ready for dinner."
Meng Qingyin stared at the top of Qingfeng's head and felt a chill run down her spine.
She swallowed hard and stammered, "Qingfeng, what kind of hobby is this?"
Who would be so kind as to wear a toad on their head?
Qingfeng was puzzled. "Master, what do you mean by that?"
As Qingfeng spoke, the toad on her head stuck its tongue out at Meng Qingyin.
Meng Qingyin felt a chill run down her spine.
"There's a toad on your head, don't you know that?"
Meng Qingyin's tone was hard to describe.
Even the little one wrinkled his face in disgust: "Ugh, toads are disgusting. Why are you wearing a toad on your head?"
"A toad?" Qingfeng looked surprised. She reached up to touch her head, but all she touched was soft hair. "No, there's no toad here."
Meng Qingyin watched helplessly as Qingfeng caught the toad and held it in his hand.
The toad swelled its belly and croaked.
Meng Qingyin frowned deeply. "Qingfeng, stop joking. Quickly throw the toad out."
It was so disgusting that she felt physically uncomfortable.
The little one couldn't stand someone catching a toad with their bare hands, so he jumped out of the car and ran away.
Qingfeng stared at Meng Qingyin for a few seconds, and her expression didn't seem like she was joking at all.
Qingfeng asked with concern, "Master, are you alright? There's no toad here." She held out her hands, palms up, "Look, there's nothing in my hands."
Meng Qingyin realized something was wrong at this moment, "Really not?"
But the dark green toad was clearly squatting in Qingfeng's palm, its skin bumpy and realistic.
Even the baby can see it.
Can……
Why can't Qingfeng see it?
Qingfeng stepped forward and reached out to touch Meng Qingyin's forehead.
Meng Qingyin watched helplessly as Qingfeng held the toad towards her face, instinctively taking a step back to avoid Qingfeng's hand: "Don't come any closer!"
Qingfeng paused, then said helplessly, "I just wanted to check if you had a fever."
Why did she feel that her master had gone delirious from the fever?
Otherwise, how could hallucinations occur?
Meng Qingyin: "You think the problem lies with me? But the little one also saw the toad..."
Qingfeng said decisively, "So both of you have problems, otherwise why didn't I see toads above your heads?"
Meng Qingyin: "..." It seems to make a lot of sense.
“But I feel fine now, and I don’t have a fever,” Meng Qingyin said seriously.
Although we don't know what went wrong, just as Qingfeng said, the problem must lie with her and Zaizai.
Qingfeng took out an ear thermometer from the medical kit and said without waiting for a reply, "Let's check your temperature first. Many people with fevers don't even realize they have a fever."
Then, Meng Qingyin witnessed a very strange scene.
A toad was crouching in Qingfeng's right palm, and the toad's forelimbs were holding an ear thermometer to take her temperature.
Meng Qingyin: "...Could you switch hands to hold it?"
Qingfeng looked down at his right hand, which was holding the ear thermometer: "So you saw the toad on my right hand?"
"Um."
"But how can I hold an ear thermometer if I'm holding a toad in my right hand?"
"So I saw a toad holding an ear thermometer to take my temperature."
"..."
Qingfeng found it hard to believe, but in the end, he silently switched the ear thermometer to his left hand.
"37.8 degrees Celsius, it seems like you have a slight fever." Qingfeng guessed after taking your temperature. "So, is this hallucination caused by your fever?"
Meng Qingyin frowned. "I have a fever? But I don't feel anything."
Actually, she has always been in good physical condition; before entering the survival game, she rarely caught a cold or fever.
The only time she had a high fever was during her internship when she worked overtime for several days. A colleague was infected with COVID-19, and she ended up getting infected herself.
I had a high fever of 40 degrees Celsius, and I felt completely dazed and confused. I felt sore all over, even from the bones.
That was the only time she ever had a high fever in her life.
After entering the game, as her attribute points increased, she clearly felt that her physical fitness had improved.
Why did I suddenly get a fever?
Meng Qingyin sensed something was amiss.
After pondering for a moment, Qingfeng said, "You've also been experiencing severe hallucinations; it's probably not just a simple fever. Master, what have you been busy with lately?"
Meng Qingyin: "The thing I do most often is to run the Tower of Trials."
"The Tower of Babel?" Qingfeng's expression turned serious. "Could it be corrupted by demonic energy?"
Meng Qingyin was taken aback. "Demonic energy can corrode the human body?"
Qingfeng nodded. "That's right. The Tower of Babel is a place where many demons gather, and the demonic energy inside is the most concentrated. Moreover, the demonic energy inside is numerous and mixed. If you stay there for too long, it may affect your human body."
Meng Qingyin: "Are the symptoms of the human body being eroded by demonic energy just fever and hallucinations?"
If it really was demonic energy corruption, then Chen Leying and the others who were climbing the tower with her should also have been corrupted by demonic energy.
Thinking of this, Meng Qingyin immediately sent a message in the group: "After you went back, did you have a fever or feel anything was wrong?"
Since "Mask" wasn't in the group, she sent the message to "Mask" privately.
At the same time, Qingfeng's voice rang out: "I have no knowledge of demonic energy and am not aware of the side effects of demonic energy corroding the human body, but it is definitely not a good thing. I happen to know a friend who has some knowledge of demonic energy. I'll introduce you to her, and you can ask her. Her name is Qin Feng."
Meng Qingyin asked in surprise, "Qin Feng? Qin Feng, the blacksmith?"
Qingfeng: "That's right, it's her. You know her?"
Meng Qingyin told Qingfeng about her search for Qin Feng. After listening, Qingfeng said, "Since Qin Feng is out, I can't contact her either. I can only wait for her to come back."
“Hmm,” Meng Qingyin asked again, “but isn’t she a blacksmith? How come she also has knowledge of demonic energy?”
Qingfeng explained, "Qin Feng is an exceptionally skilled blacksmith. Besides crafting ordinary equipment, she also enjoys researching enchanted equipment. The spider silk cloak you just mentioned should be an enchanted piece of equipment."
Meng Qingyin nodded. "I see."
Qingfeng said seriously, "Although I'm not sure if your symptoms are caused by demonic energy, you'd better not go to the tower for the next few days. We'll talk about everything when Qin Feng comes back."
Meng Qingyin also knew the seriousness of the matter: "Okay, I understand."
Qingfeng stretched out his right hand, "Can you still see toads now?"
Meng Qingyin glanced at her, then quickly looked away, "Mm."
Qingfeng muttered softly, "Why a toad?"
She shook her head and left.
Meng Qingyin opened the chat and saw that there were already several messages.
I'm a lucky guy (poor guy version): "I don't have a fever. I'm in great health and I never get a fever all year round. It's just that I always smell a foul odor in my car, and I don't know what's coming from it."
Drowning his sorrows in strong liquor: "I have a low-grade fever, and I feel so cold all over... It's snowing outside!"
Chen Leying: "I'm chatting with a mandrill."
Mask: "Has the two of bamboo become a spirit?"
Upon seeing the four people's replies, Meng Qingyin realized that they had also been hallucinating.
Mengmeng: "You have all been corrupted by demonic energy and are experiencing hallucinations."
I'm the Lucky One (Poor Man's Version): "Hallucination? You mean the stench I smelled was a hallucination? How could that be?"
Drowning sorrows in strong liquor: "@Chen Leying, aren't mandrills supposed to be unable to talk? How do you chat with it?"
Chen Leying: "@Strong Liquor Drowns Sorrows, it's a sunny day outside, no snow."
To make it easier to contact "Mask", Meng Qingyin just added her to the group.
Mask: "I must be crazy to see Mahjong sending me a message."
I'm an unlucky person: "Huh? Demonic energy corruption? Hallucination? How come I'm fine?"
Mengmeng: "It's probably because you haven't used it much, so the side effects haven't appeared yet."
I'm a lucky person (poor person's version): "I still think the smell in the car is real, not an illusion. It feels so real."
Drowning his sorrows in strong liquor: "The snow outside is so beautiful."
Mengmeng: "Let's not try to farm the tower for now, let's wait until we find a solution."
As they delve deeper into the layers, the influence of demonic energy on them will undoubtedly become more and more severe.
Right now, it's just a fever and hallucinations; who knows what will happen next?
I'm unlucky: "What about Zhang Yan? @Zhang Yan, are you alright?"
Mengmeng: "He should be fine, no need to worry."
Zhangyan has been cleaned relatively few times, so there shouldn't be any problems.
At this moment, Zhang Yan teleported to Zhao Lan's location, only to find a convoy of vehicles nearby.
Zhao Lan's car was at the very front of the convoy.
Upon seeing strangers approaching, the crowd immediately surrounded Zhang Yan with weapons in hand.
"Who are you? Why are you suddenly appearing in our convoy?"
"Go and report to the captain first!"
Someone ran into Zhao Lan's car, and a moment later, Zhao Lan arrived.
She recognized Zhang Yan at a glance and was somewhat surprised: "It's you."
Clearly, she still had some impression of Zhang Yan.
Zhang Yan waved to her: "Hi, I'm here to see you."
Zhao Lan raised her voice and said to the crowd, "Everyone, please disperse. I know this person."
The crowd quickly dispersed and went to cook around the fire.
Zhao Lan: "What do you want from me?"
Zhang Yan pointed to her car: "This isn't the place to talk, let's go to your car."
Although Zhao Lan was surprised, she still led Zhang Yan to her car.
"Alright, you can tell me now. What do you want from me?" Zhao Lan asked, looking at Zhang Yan.
Zhang Yan knew that he and Zhao Lan weren't the kind of people who could confide in each other. If he were to tell her about the "future" he saw right away, Zhao Lan would probably think he was crazy.
So instead of getting straight to the point, he casually asked, "Why are there so many people here?"
Zhao Lan's expression remained calm: "You came to see me just to ask this?"
"Of course not!" Zhang Yan said hurriedly, "I have something very important to tell you."
Zhao Lan looked like she was "listening attentively".
Zhang Yan was conflicted about whether or not to tell her the truth now.
Suddenly, he had a good idea.
"I'm here to join you," Zhang Yan said sincerely.
He needed to win Zhao Lan's trust, and joining her racing team was undoubtedly the fastest way to cultivate a relationship.
Zhao Lan looked him up and down: "Are you not thinking straight?"
Zhang Yan immediately became displeased, "Why are you swearing at me!"
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