Chapter 303 Spider Silk
As soon as Qin Jiu finished speaking, the demonized dung beetles immediately spawned, bringing with them a pungent stench, as if one had fallen into a cesspool.
The five people moved in unison, raising their hands to cover their noses, but the stench was inescapable and impossible to avoid.
Meng Qingyin, holding her breath, said, "Let's finish this quickly."
The mutated dung beetles on these three levels are no different from the monsters on the first two levels; they also rely on sheer numbers.
But the stench was like a magical attack; I couldn't stand it for even a second longer.
The others clearly thought the same way, and the five people and two beasts were in top fighting condition, completing the run in just six minutes.
This is twice as fast as the previous two floors.
Indeed, sometimes you have to push yourself.
After quickly picking up the copper coins on the ground, they arrived at the fourth floor with one minute left.
Unlike the other three floors, the fourth floor was shrouded in a faint demonic aura, adding a touch of darkness to the empty space.
Finally breathing in fresh air, everyone's tense faces relaxed.
Welcome to the Tower of Babel. The guardian monster of the fourth floor is the Demonic Poison Scorpion. Defeat the Demonic Poison Scorpion King within half an hour to enter the fifth floor. Countdown: 0:29:59.
As the notification sound faded, scorpions with their tails raised appeared on the ground. Their stingers were sharp and looked quite menacing.
Among the many demonized scorpions, there was one whose size was clearly different from the others, and the hard shell on its body shone with a different light.
That is the Demonized Poison Scorpion King.
Sensing that someone had entered, the swarm of scorpions began to stir, crawling towards the five people in an attack posture.
These scorpions actually intended to attack!
It should be noted that the monsters on the first three levels did not approach them; they seemed completely unaware of these "uninvited guests."
Only when they attack those monsters will they instinctively fight back.
However, the scorpions immediately sensed them and launched an attack. A scorpion king even appeared, indicating that the fourth floor is not the same level of difficulty as the previous floors.
These scorpions are not easy to deal with!
However, they didn't have much time left and didn't intend to fight these demonized scorpions head-on, so they quickly retreated to the third floor.
When the swarm of scorpions reached the top of the stairs, they seemed hesitant and did not continue their pursuit.
It seems that the monsters all have their own territories, or perhaps the magic tower restricts them, forcing them to live only on a designated floor.
"Huh?" the masked woman exclaimed, drawing everyone's attention to her.
The masked figure explained, "I just caught a mutated scorpion, intending to take it back to study its toxicity, but unexpectedly... it vanished into thin air as soon as I got down."
As soon as he finished speaking, the system notified him that the trial was over, and he was then teleported to the entrance of the Tower of Babel.
Meng Qingyin continued the previous topic, seemingly lost in thought, "So, the demons can't leave their level; once they do, they'll be reduced to ashes."
This rule might be useful.
Chen Leying: "Next time we come, we'll verify whether the Scorpion King is also subject to such rules."
Qin Jiu asked curiously, "If we come again next time, will we start from the first floor again?" She made a bitter face, "I don't want to experience the demonized dung beetle again. I feel like I just crawled out of a cesspool and I'm covered in stench."
Not only her, but Meng Qingyin and the others weren't much better off; they all reeked of foul odors.
Fei Qiu: "I don't know. What if it's not the five of us next time we come? What will happen then? Or will it be that only the five of us can come regularly from now on?"
This time, Lu Cheng, Zhang Yan, and the old man couldn't come because they all had other things to do, so they used "masks" to make up the numbers.
Next time might be a different story.
The "mask" looked at Meng Qingyin: "By the way, what about the spider silk we just got? Let's discuss how to divide it."
Meng Qingyin took out the spider silk.
Spider silk: Dropped by mutated spiders. Contains a small amount of demonic energy, which can be extracted and used to craft a spider silk cloak.
"Refine demonic energy?" Qin Jiu's expression was strange. "What's the purpose of refining demonic energy?"
“I don’t know,” Fei Qiu shook her head. “Couldn’t it also be made into a spider silk cloak?”
Qin Jiu asked curiously, "What's the use of the spider silk cloak?"
Fei Qiu honestly shook his head, "I don't know."
Qin Jiu: "..."
Meng Qingyin thought for a moment, "How about we decide by playing rock-paper-scissors?"
The masked figure was taken aback. "So hasty?"
Meng Qingyin shrugged: "Then you suggest how to distribute it."
"Mask": "Then let's play rock-paper-scissors."
In the end, Fei Qiu, the lucky one, won the rock-paper-scissors game. Meng Qingyin handed him the Spider Silk, the team disbanded, and everyone returned to their places.
Meng Qingyin glanced at her coins and found that she had earned about 1 gold coin from this trip to the Tower of Babel.
Just then, Qingfeng arrived, her face beaming: "Master, my research has yielded results!"
Meng Qingyin was also infected by her excitement and was about to congratulate her when she saw Qingfeng's expression change. He covered his nose, took a few steps back, and looked at her in disbelief. "Master, you went to dig a latrine?"
Meng Qingyin: "..." Whoever wants this disciple can have him, she doesn't want him!
Despite thinking this, Meng Qingyin knew that her smell was indeed overpowering, so she went into the bathroom to take a shower.
Before closing the door, she said with a smile, "The baby smells bad too, Qingfeng, could you please give the baby a bath?"
Qingfeng froze: "..."
The little one wagged its tail at her, "Qingfeng, thank you for your help."
Qingfeng resignedly rolled up his sleeves and temporarily took on the role of a bathhouse attendant.
An hour later, Meng Qingyin and Zai Zai were completely dry.
Qingfeng's initial joy was somewhat dampened. "Master, I have developed a device that will produce more plant-based green wine if plants are planted in it. However, this device is not yet mature and consumes too much oil."
Meng Qingyin patted her shoulder, "If you can invent such amazing equipment, one day you will definitely be able to overcome this small shortcoming."
Qingfeng was greatly encouraged. "Yes, it definitely will."
She suddenly added, "By the way, Master, aren't you planning to plant the seeds of the Fortune Fruit?"
She just went to the planting room and saw that there were only those mutated crops inside, and no Fortune Fruit.
"...I forgot."
In fact, in the previous map "Plant Paradise", Meng Qingyin and Qingfeng had discussed whether or not to plant the Fortune Fruit.
The discussion resulted in a unanimous decision to wait until the "Plant Paradise" map was released before planting.
The reason is simple: the seeds of the Fortune Fruit are hard to obtain, and if a bad mutation occurs, it will be ruined.
Just to be on the safe side, let's wait until the next map to plant.
They put the matter out of their minds. Even after Qingfeng discovered the relationship between pea water and plant mutations, the two of them were so busy with other things that they didn't think about planting the Fortune Fruit.
Until today, Qingfeng's research has made great progress. Her brain, which was filled with research, was suddenly cleared out, and the Fortune Fruit appeared.
The two looked at each other, and remained silent for a long time.
How can one not feel regretful for missing the opportunity for the Lucky Fruit to undergo a beneficial mutation?
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