MTL - I’m Walking the Career Line In Dog Blood-Chapter 186
The second day, the thirteenth day of entering the game, is also the thirteenth day of the differentiation period.
The Zerg will be differentiated the day after tomorrow, right?
An Yinong looked at his fingers that were so white that he couldn't see the pores, and suddenly wondered what the differentiation was.
These things were originally taught by parents or other elders, but Mai's parents left too early, and he is seventeen this year, and he has always felt that it is still early, and he has not searched for such clues on the Internet.
So until now he doesn't know what the differentiation is.
Anyway, the protagonist of the plot stayed in the room for fifteen days and was never seen by the original owner.
As for the worms, no one has seen them.
“How did the piano differentiate before?”
Qin, who was packing his luggage, paused, understood his concerns, reached out and pressed it on his head, rubbing gently: "Don't worry, let it be."
An Yinong covered his hair with both hands, getting close to him, and not allowed to mess with his hairstyle: "Don't you need to do anything to prepare?"
"Maybe you need to prepare an extra set of clothes."
An Yinong was stunned when she heard Qin's words, why did she prepare an extra set of clothes?
"We'll know then."
An Yinong was amazed by this rare smile, and temporarily forgot the small troubles of the differentiation period.
After inventorying the supplies, they continued to go north. At first, they could see many trees and grasses, but slowly, the scenery became more and more desolate, and the grass also dried up and turned yellow due to lack of water.
An Yinong felt the feeling the land conveyed to him: "The desert ahead."
There is indeed a desert in front of them, but before they fully enter the desert, they first encountered an abandoned Zerg ruins.
Some rodents are carefully eating the ripe fruits, and there are a few contestants who are picking the fruits that have not fallen from the canopy.
"Huh?" An Yinon seemed to feel something, and he walked over there.
The contestants saw An Yinong and their faces were full of alertness: "Bingdaoqin?"
"What do you want to do?" Seeing An Yinong walking straight towards them, these people almost jumped up, and they shouted at An Yinong.
An Yinong didn't answer, just walked forward. He took a step forward, and the fear on their faces was more than half the mark. Qin, who was behind him, seemed to want to fuel his arrogance, and followed step by step without saying a word.
The person riding on the trunk to pick the fruit broke down in cold sweat: "Don't think we won't resist!"
In fact, they are still tens of meters away, An Yinong wants to get closer and explain. But the people on the opposite side have already regarded their approach as a provocation.
These people come down from the canopy and gather behind the thick trunk, almost changing into a worm shape.
Feeling the hostility, his fingers swayed gently, and the black thorn-like spell loomed.
The man hiding behind the tree trunk trembled, and for some reason, he felt that this young man was more terrifying than the madman Qin behind him.
"Let's go."
The players behind the tree trunks scattered with the red fruits and quickly disappeared into the wilderness. An Yinong didn't even glance at them out of the corner of his eyes. He stepped over the sturdy tree trunk and walked all the way to his destination.
The little plant hides in the tall thorny bush, the two leaves shivering around themselves.
It saw An Yinong and slowly stretched out a leaf, An Yinong also stretched out a finger and caught its leaf: "You called me?"
The plant pointed to a cluster of fruits on its head with a leaf.
"Bluebell?" Qin looked at the plants An Yinong took out from the bushes. This is a very rare plant, the whole body is full of treasures, and the fruit is the most.
"The little plant says its fruit is useful to you and wants me to take it with me. It bears fruit every year and is very practical."
An Yinong brought the plant to the piano.
Qin looked at the cute little plants shaking their leaves, and once again fell into contemplation: Why is this plant that thousands of people are fighting over like a refugee here?
The audience in the live broadcast room was already biting their fists and crying. Bluebell is a strange plant that can slow down the brokenness of the spiritual realm. It can run with long legs, which is very rare.
"There are so many people in the world who have been traumatized in the spiritual field, why can Qin meet such a small Taobao expert? Forget the Taobao expert, he can still raise bluebells, which are always dead. The delicate plants you see?"
This is a 'bluebell', not a roadside berry. This is not a question of money or money, but it is impossible to appear on the market at all, and it will be determined by default as soon as it appears.
"I want a teammate who can send bluebells too."
"Upstairs, not a teammate, but a boyfriend~friend~friend~"
"Don't remind me, I'm more jealous."
Qin entered the game on the thirteenth day, and the number of fans who were left with a small number of fans once again 'reduced' - they decided to go to the object of Fanqin.
"Are these useful to you?" An Yinong picked the fruit and put it in Qin's hand.
Jin looked at the few fruits in his hand, and it was indeed useful to him. So he stopped being polite and swallowed them one by one: he wanted to live a few more days, at least until they left the game. At that time, he would introduce An Yinong to all the explorers, and then make a formal date, for which he could pay anything.
The cold fruit 'burns' as soon as it enters the esophagus, he can even feel the fruit melt in the fire, and then release more heat.
Qin's aching head has been warmed by these heat, and it seems that it is not so uncomfortable.
An Yinong touched the leaves of the plants and laughed.
With the bluebell, the two walked into the dilapidated city gate.
I don’t know how long it has been abandoned here, there are wild grasses, and wild animals probe their brains.
The houses on both sides of the avenue are flat-roofed houses made of stone and soil, with small windows. When they walked in, they found that there was only one floor above ground, but there were several caves underground.
From the ladder on the first floor, there is often a hall with a stove and a chimney leading to the outside. In the house he also found wooden furniture and metal tools, as well as cloth and fur.
Beside the hall are other dwellings dug up, with bedrooms, storage rooms, workshops, etc. Even An Yinong discovered a thatched pit.
"No wonder there is a stink inside." An Yinong pinched his nose and came out, going outside to breathe.
Although the shapes of the houses here are different, they are all caves with one floor above the ground and several floors underground, as if the same species or similar species of Zerg live here.
"Zerg with similar living habits, or Zerg who can cooperate with each other will gather together. The site we encountered before is a group of Zerg sites adapted to tropical climates." Qin said.
This habit has continued to the interstellar, and now there are more than a dozen countries of the Zerg, and the habits and preferences of the Zerg are different in each country.
"Wow, I haven't been to any other country. If there is a chance, let's go for a walk together?"
Jin thought about his short lifespan, but he didn't show a sad expression, just smiled and nodded.
Aside from the architectural style, this place is very similar to the Western State of the Border Region where he once stayed.
So An Yinong found a house similar to the 'Xianya' based on his own experience: "Bricks have been calcined. The lighting uses vegetable oil."
He lights the oil lamp.
This place has been searched, there are many footprints on the ground, and many cloth scrolls are scattered on the ground.
An Yinong guessed that 'paper' had not yet appeared at this time, so the carrier of writing was cloth. He checked the scrolls one by one, but found nothing. I don't know if it has not been found yet or if it has been taken away.
I thought that this time I was going to fail like the last time, but when I turned around, An Yinong saw the painting posted on the wall.
There are trees, houses and villages, and the hard-working Zerg. He leaned over to study it carefully: "Qin, look at this map, is it the map we're looking for?"
Look at the arrangement of the houses, this is indeed the map here, but I don't know which symbol is the symbol of the treasure chest.
"The previous markers are all the most precious items. In a place like this, the most precious thing is of course water." An Yinong pointed to the mouth of a well in the village, the only one in the whole picture This is where the water can be represented, "I remember we passed by here before."
An Yinong and the two came to the well. There were several players nearby, but there were no footprints by the well, so no one should have checked it. He put his hand on the ground and carefully 'listened', then pointed to the well: "Under it."
There is no need for them to do anything at all, the water plants in the well grow wildly, and they hold up this boxy box to appear at the wellhead.
Curious players who looked here finally understood what they were looking for, a treasure chest. They were eager to move, but they were afraid of Qin's reputation, and no one dared to approach.
An Yinong opened it carefully, and there was still a slate full of hieroglyphs in the box.
The fourth slate is in hand.
"Oh—" This kind of cheating makes the designer sad. An Yinong, who can communicate with plants and animals, is like a player who plays a decryption game with a script.
The game designer in front of the screen looked at Anon's face inside: "The existence of the priest is simply a contempt for the rules."
Leaving the Zerg ruins, what greeted An Yinong was a more barren desert. An Yinong grabbed the aircraft and watched it lift off, but he couldn't see anything except the yellow sand.
The two of them pulled up the zipper of the protective clothing, put on the hat, and activated the cooling function, but it was still sultry, feeling like a suckling pig in the stove.
"The temperature here is more than ten degrees higher than before?"
He used his watch to determine the direction: "If the game really forces us to enter the inner circle, then according to previous experience, we can leave the desert by walking northward."
"Are you going to cross this desert?" His mouth peeled and he didn't want to speak, "Hot... eh?"
I handed it over with a hand, with a few ice cubes lying in the palm of my hand.
An Yinong took the kindness of the violin, buried one piece in the soil of the bluebell, gave the other piece to the wind, and put the rest in his mouth.
The bluebell has been curled into a ball, and those who don’t know it think it has withered.
The ice cubes slowly melted in the mouth, suppressing the anxiety in my heart.
This desert is too big, they walked for a long time, and the distant sand dunes are still in the distance.
"We have to get out of here as soon as possible, and things will become troublesome in the evening." An Yinong squinted at the front, his eyes were stinged by the reflected light from the sand, and his skin was also affected by Has been exposed to the sun and red, serious water loss.
Fortunately, the piano can condense the moisture in the air and freeze it into ice crystals, so they can also add a little water to prevent dehydration and death.
"We need to find a place to pitch our tent before dark.
"This place is full of sand, we set up the tent, it may be flooded by wind and sand overnight." An Yinong put his hand above his eyes to block the light, "But there is no suitable place nearby... "
"Swish, swish."
"What sound?" The audience in the live room first heard the sound of Shasha, and then saw the vibration of Shasha, right at the feet of Qin and An Yinong.
Sand falls quickly.
