Chapter 486 Dryad
The players went through great pains to put Zhao Qing's solid hammer into their backpacks, and then began to explore carefully in one direction.
The entire "fang" was quiet and there was no movement. It was like this for several minutes.
It is even called a "fang", but in fact it is just a bunch of scattered "tin" houses with closed doors.
Perhaps the building materials of those houses are not iron, but they do have the unique metallic luster.
The careful Guan Tang Bao frowned as she walked. She suddenly stopped and looked around for a long time. When the players were asking questions in confusion, she said, "Also, did you notice that even though there are no lights in this place, it's not dark. I can't even tell where the light source is!"
As soon as Guan Tangbao said this, the other players noticed it and started looking around for the light source - just as Guan Tangbao said, they couldn't see where the light source was at all!
Because everything here has no shadow!
King Bamboo Grass trembled and tugged at the soup dumpling's arm, complaining: "It's just a horror story! There's no shadow!"
"It's easy! Just do an experiment!"
As Yun Ling spoke, he took out an exquisitely carved calcite lamp from his backpack and shone it on his folded fingers.
"Look, there are shadows! It's just that the buildings here don't have shadows!"
King Bamboo Grass almost screamed: "That's even more terrifying! I'd rather take a walk in the underground garage in our yard!"
"Well, it's possible that you have entered a fantasy world!"
Zhao Qing, who was waiting for the resurrection CD in the small dark room, said very experiencedly: "Some illusions are like this. Because the cultivators who cast the illusions are relatively poor, or their abilities are relatively low, they cannot figure out many details one by one, so this situation will occur. There is no shadow, no smell, or no wind. It is very easy to distinguish. You can feel whether there is wind in the air, or find something nearby that should have a distinct smell and ask... Oh, by the way, it has to be something that you didn't bring in!"
Guan Tang Bao suddenly realized what was going on, and then said angrily: "I see! It was actually the idiot planner who was lazy again and didn't work on the details of the secret realms and dungeons!"
Hearing this, Nietzsche and Yun Ling looked at each other imperceptibly, and there was a meaningful smile on the corners of their lips. However, the other players were struggling with whether they had entered the illusion or not, and did not pay attention to them.
"Look, this barrel has no taste!"
King Grass picked up a wooden barrel placed at the base of the wall of a tin house, sniffed it hard, then held it high up excitedly and said.
Guan Tang Bao said cautiously: "Some wood just has no taste, right?"
A bunch of night owls insisted on judging by the smell of the only "Southern" city in the flower-growing family: "That should also smell musty, right?"
King Bamboo Grass rolled his eyes and said, "Come on, wooden barrels in the Northwest will only dry out until they crack. The idea of them getting moldy is only alive in legends!"
Just as the two were struggling, Yun Ling suddenly took out a spear and said confidently: "There is another way to break the illusion, which is just aimed at the illusions set up by those beings with low Taoism. I just learned it!"
After she finished speaking, she rushed to the nearest tin house and stabbed it in front of the horrified gazes of the players.
“Hmm…”
A strange, low voice sounded in everyone's ears, and the surrounding scenery suddenly distorted.
In the blink of an eye, those tin houses, wooden barrels, and piles of scattered debris all disappeared, replaced by a "wilderness" full of trees.
The ground was a wasteland of metal.
Yun Ling pointed the tip of his gun at the tallest and largest tree in the woods in the distance and said, "I think that thing is the BOSS!"
Nietzsche thought for a moment and said, "Let's go over and take a look at the situation first and ask some questions first! After all, it looks like a tree demon, not the kind of demon cultivator that eats people at will."
A bunch of night cats agreed, "That makes sense! I saw the bamboo fairy in Chang'an vomit after taking a bite of barbecue!"
"Hey! Yes! I've also heard from an NPC that most plant spirits don't eat meat unless it's rotten..."
"Eh! Rotten! Why does it seem even scarier when you say that?!"
"Is it possible that they killed people and left them to rot before eating them?"
"What's the point? You don't want to drink the delicious spiritual spring water, but eat disgusting rotten meat!?"
"How do you know it's disgusting? Maybe they think it's delicious!"
"The NPC told me!"
"Hiss... This setting is wrong. The natural degradation of corpses is obviously the best fertilizer. For plants, it should be a feast for the gluttons, right?"
“Who knows how it was set up!”
"Well, stop guessing. Anyway, go and take a look first!"
After everyone agreed, they immediately headed towards the giant tree.
But before they could get close to the tree, the leaves of the other trees around them began to rustle, and then that strange and low voice echoed: "You, humans, should leave..."
Nietzsche stepped forward and asked, "Excuse me, are you a demon cultivator here? Or some other kind of being?"
The voice did not answer Nietzsche's question, but continued to urge stubbornly: "Leave, we are not welcome here, human race..."
Nietzsche looked helplessly at the other players behind him. Just as he was about to say something else to try to get some information, he heard King Bamboo Grass suddenly speak -
"You are having a hard time living here, right?"
"Human race, leave..."
The royal bamboo grass ignored the voice and continued, "Your leaves are yellow and dry, your branches are sparse, and there seems to be no soil under your feet... As a tree, without soil, water, or sunlight, you must be living in misery here, right?"
“…”
As expected, the voice stopped and stopped talking, and the rustling sound of the surrounding leaves swaying also disappeared.
Guan Tang Bao was amazed and couldn't help but purse his lips and type in the team channel: "Awesome sister! You can even care for the trees so carefully! You should study psychology, right!?"
King Bamboo ignored the sisters and continued to tempt the tree in front of him, "We came here to completely wipe out the Human Sacrifice Square. This is what King Du Guang wants. If you want, we can also help transplant you outside. The land in Du Guangze is so fertile. It must be better to be anywhere else than here, right?"
The sound of leaves rustling was heard again, and the voice followed: "Prince Du Guang, is here in person?"
Nietzsche replied, "No, but the generals around her are all here, and they are all standing guard outside. There is no way the culprit will get away this time!"
"Only if the magic weapon is broken can I get out..."
The voice said calmly: "But if I can get out, so can others, cultivators..."
The royal bamboo grass raised its head confidently and said, "Don't be afraid! We have tens of thousands of people here! We are here to capture the cultivators one by one! Big tree, big tree, do you know how many cultivators there are here?"
"Several thousand, yes..."
"Hey! That's not much!"
Hearing the tree demon's cooperation, the royal bamboo grass became more confident. She rolled her eyes and suddenly asked, "Then do you know where the place in here where the human race is kept captive?"
The tree demon was silent for a while before answering, "I know. There are many. Which one do you want to ask..."
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