Salted Fish Zombie

At night in Furen County, the moon is shining brightly, and the night breeze is slightly cool.

The water in the water cell is connected to the lake outside, and the night wind blows, rolling up moonlight ripples.

The players were startled and pondering about the world setting of this dungeon.

Their feet are still soaking in the water, and they don't feel it for a short time, but after a long time, they feel cold on the soles of their feet, and they burrow into their bodies little by little.

With an inexplicable subtle feeling.

"But why would they do that?"

"If they are plants and are hostile to humans, it's okay to say that they will use the method that humans treat flowers to deal with humans in turn to retaliate against humans, but they are humans." Zhu Shuangshuang said heavily and doubtfully.

No player knows why.

They began to think about the meaning of the dungeon name "Huanu", trying to figure out who they were at this time and what they were going to do.

"Hello, brother, what are they being taken for?"

The boy leaning against the corner asked the man who was also leaning against the corner in the water cell next door through the gap between the wooden pillars.

"..."

Intermittent social bullshit.

Su Xiangsheng thought, it's been a long time.

Under such circumstances, many people did not expect for a moment that they could directly ask this group of numb and depressed people.

"You don't even know this? Where did you come from?" The person in the water cell on the other side said irritably.

Sure enough, it's not easy to ask.

Ning Su: "Hey, he came from that corner in the east. He is an orphan without father or mother. He also suffers from incurable diseases. He didn't know what to do when he was tricked into coming here."

"..."

The man glanced at him and sighed, "What else can I do, I was taken away as a sacrifice, most of us are going to be sacrificed, but I don't know what form it will be. "

The hearts of the players sank.

The word "sacrifice" is really too dangerous.

This means that they are destined to be sacrificed as soon as they appear, which is a death ending.

Ning Su blinked, "What sacrifice?"

The man had an expression of "Why don't you even know this", but seeing his face, he thought that he was also a poor person, and said, "What else can it be, of course it is the sacrifice of the Flower God. "

"The 30th of next month will be the Flower God Sacrifice. We are all flower slaves, and we want to sacrifice to the Flower God and serve him."

"Huanu" finally appeared, and their current identities were also clarified.

That's what the name of the original copy means.

Is it just that?

Ning Su said "Oh", "But, isn't it the 30th of next month that will be the Flower God Festival? Why are you taking it away now?"

"Is your incurable disease related to your brain?"

"Ah, yes, it also affected my brain. I used to be very smart."

"I just said, you don't know what a three-year-old child knows."

"..."

The other players thought to themselves, it was really hard work, and the sacrifice was great.

The man told him, like a three-year-old child, "you can't just ask the flower **** directly. He will appear as soon as we hold the flower **** festival. We still have to welcome the god, starting from the twelfth of this month." , has officially entered the God-welcoming period."

Ning Su: "Then what date is it today?"

"..."

Even the players feel that this problem is a bit mentally retarded.

But there's no way, they really don't know.

The man looked at Ning Su's eyes, expressing "it's a pity he's a fool" very clearly.

"Today is the tenth day of the lunar new year." He said wearily.

Today is the tenth day of the Lunar New Year, and the 30th of next month is the Flower God Festival, and the dungeon time is 50 days, that is to say, they must at least find a way to meet the God, or see the true God, on the afternoon of the Flower God Festival.

There are two ways to clear this dungeon, one is to find the way to meet God, and the other is to meet the real God.

In other words, choose one of theory and practice.

According to this time setting and logic, they should try their best to find a way to meet God before the Flower God Festival. If they can't find it or are uncertain, meeting the true God at the Flower God Festival is the last chance.

If they have not seen the true **** by then, they have failed in their mission.

Needless to say, the consequence of mission failure is to die here.

Ning Su said, "No wonder that woman said she would use it the day after tomorrow."

The day after tomorrow is the time to welcome God.

"Then will there be many people buying flower slaves in these two days?"

Seeing that he finally asked a normal question, the person replied: "Yes, these two days are the most. All the major families in Furen County will prepare for the god-welcoming activities one after another, and they will buy them during these two days."

Having said that, the man didn't want to say any more, and lowered his head hopelessly.

Ning Su didn't continue to ask.

The hearts of the players are also very heavy. Many people bought flower slaves in the past two days, which means that many of them will also be made into strange sacrifices.

As the night got heavier, the water in the water cell was running water, getting colder and colder.

Zhu Shuangshuang also followed Ning Su's example and put away her belt and skirt, squatting in the corner.

She suddenly asked in doubt: "Hey, where is Ning Changfeng?"

Seeing Ning Changfeng hiding behind Ning Su just now, Zhu Shuangshuang was in a daze.

In her heart, Shi Tianshu is like an idol, Shi Tianshu is already so powerful, let alone Ning Changfeng who is on top of Shi Tianshu.

That must be someone like a god.

I felt it when I saw him fighting with Shi Tianshu that day.

Many people followed him into this dungeon, and like Zhu Shuangshuang, they would pay attention to him consciously or unconsciously.

Ning Changfeng was indeed not there.

Not long after Zhu Shuangshuang raised this question, a small white snake swam in from the lake outside.

Ning Su: "."

It would be nice to have a bloodline inheritance, and he wanted it too.

In fact, the gap between the wooden pillars can let the ghost get out to inquire about him?

As soon as the little white snake came in, it turned into a human under the cover of the crowd.

Ning Su asked him, "Brother, did you go to the little black room? What did you see?"

Ning Changfeng said: "Sleep, we will talk about it when you wake up."

Ning Su was slightly taken aback.

Su Changsheng was also a little surprised, he was surprised: "I haven't seen a copy, why did this guy become active?"

Zhu Shuangshuang: "Because he can only drink water here, he wants to get out quickly."

Su Xiangsheng: "...I see."

Many people in the nearby water prison had already fallen asleep, either squatting or standing.

They have become accustomed to this environment and have adapted well.

The players thought that it would be difficult for them to get used to it like those people, and it would be difficult for them to fall asleep. After all, they are human, how can they sleep in the water.

But when he turned his head, he found that a young man had fallen asleep soundly.

"..."

The system respects the local customs. I didn't expect you to do as the Romans do.

I don't know if it was driven by him, but the players fell asleep one after another.

The courtyard slowly fell into a deep silence, only the sound of gurgling water, and a mysterious fragrance wafted in the air.

When the player woke up the next day, he had mixed feelings.

Their feet didn't get swollen, they didn't wake up from the cold in the middle of the night, and they didn't have backaches and leg pains when they slept standing up.

They seem to be well adapted, standing in the water to rest like flowers.

But they are human.

In this fifth-level dungeon world, there is a force that they cannot resist, secretly transforming them.

Every world will transform the player's body, but most of them make the player stronger. The transformation of this world makes them panic.

"Susu, you have really become more beautiful! The water that the boss gave you is really useful!"

When Ning Su woke up, Zhu Shuangshuang was squatting in front of him looking at him.

Originally, the boy's facial features were so superior that he couldn't fault him, but his complexion was too pale, and his expression was slightly stagnant, as if some small nerves on his face were dead.

His change is like waking up a branch of a flower that has gone through a long journey, with some scorched edges and withered flowers in the water overnight, and regained its vitality.

The eyes are moist and lively, and they don't freeze in the blink of an eye, and there is a feeling of hope and brilliance.

Ning Su: "Your skin seems to be healed too."

The skin of many players has healed. The skin of a group of rough guys who have been tortured in many scripts is not so rough anymore.

The most obvious one is Fang Qi. I don't know if it's because of the plaster the boss gave him, but the scar on his face has faded a lot, leaving only a light pink streak.

They can't help but look down at the water under their feet. Is the transformation of their bodies the original power of the world, or is it artificial?

Before they could say anything more, the boss came.

He brought them breakfast, and Ning Su and Ning Changfeng were another bowl of green water.

Ning Su noticed that each player's lunch box actually contained water, but the color was different.

The time to welcome the gods is getting closer, and more and more people are buying flower slaves. Someone came just after they finished their breakfast.

In the first batch in the morning, only two people came, one master and one servant, but they brought a big object.

It's a big, heavy book.

With the help of the man in white, the heavy book was carried to the water platform in the courtyard where it could be exposed to the sun.

A row of scarlet runes on the cover of the black wooden board shone with a strange blood-colored luster in the morning sun.

The middle-aged man said: "Boss Qi, I want to order a personal autograph for this holy book."

The word "personal sign" made the players hairy again.

It occurred to them that there is indeed a bookmark made of flowers.

Mostly in middle school, people would pick up maple leaves and put them in books in autumn, and some people would cut flowers and put them in books in spring, more like specimens.

To be romantic, it is called retaining the spring and autumn, retaining the beauty, and the ornamental value is greater than the practicality.

Of course, the so-called human signature for this so-called holy book is not for practicality. They all believe that God will not read this kind of book and need a bookmark.

It's also for viewing.

Essentially, to please.

It must be made to look better, and to be thinner when sandwiched in a book.

With the thickness of a normal person, it is absolutely impossible, leaving only two layers of skin is almost the same.

There were far fewer people standing in front of the wooden pillar wall, and they all hid inside, unwilling to show their faces.

Although they didn't see how the "human bundle" is actually made, they now feel that the "human bundle" is not the scariest thing, and there will be even scarier "human signatures" or other more terrifying strange things. sacrifice.

The boss had someone measure the length and width of the book, and took the Hua Slave materials, and dragged a man out of the No. 1 water prison. The players on their side breathed a sigh of relief.

Before he could breathe out, the boss dragged out another man from the No. 2 water cell, and No. 3 was not spared either.

Finally, on their side, the boss also came to drag people.

The boss chose a male player with a height of about 175. The male player was thin and fair-skinned, which was indeed the same as the three players selected by the previous boss.

Realizing the horror of the "personal lottery", when that player was selected by the boss, his face turned pale.

"let me go!"

He looked thin, but with great strength, he pushed the boss away.

The boss frowned, and stepped back to let the man in white come in and arrest him.

The people in white are powerful, they saw it yesterday.

The players in the No. 4 water cell stood silently everywhere, quietly watching the two men in white walk in.

The player shouted at them: "We resist! There are so many of us who can resist!"

"Don't think that this time it's not your turn to stand on the sidelines, we will all be betrayed, and it will be too late when it's your turn next time!"

Ning Su stood up: "I think what he said makes sense."

Su Xiangsheng: "..."

What makes sense, you just don't want to stay here to drink green water anymore.

Zhu Shuangshuang also stood up: "What he said makes sense. We can't just wait to die. The more players die, the harder it will be for us to escape. Now is the best time!"

Su Xiangsheng: "..."

He also stood up and said: "Although the people in white are very powerful, we can try if we have more people. Even if we fail, it is better than being made into someone and tied up."

What they say makes sense.

But it is not a wise choice to resist the npc when you first come here.

Not to mention whether he will be punished immediately, it will be very difficult to be hated by the npc and go to the entire dungeon.

When it was not their turn to be pulled out, many players hesitated.

The man in white came in.

And more people in white clothes came out of the black house.

Players yelling so loudly, there's no way they didn't hear.

When the first man in white came in, Ning Su was the first to strike. He grabbed the wooden post at the door and kicked the man out as soon as he got up.

"Come on." He said back.

His kick gave the players a lot of confidence, and many players immediately rushed out after him.

98 players want to rush out, if there are not dozens of people who can't stop them at all, the possibility of them rushing out is very high.

However, the people in the other water cells looked at them calmly and numbly, as if they had seen this kind of resistance many times and predicted their end.

The boss and the others are not nervous at all.

Looking at their calm faces, the players felt a little panic in their hearts.

Ning Su didn't understand at first, but when he kicked the two men in white and was about to raise his hand, he realized something was wrong.

He just ran out of strength.

Even if his physical strength is low, it is impossible for him to disappear so quickly.

He turned around and found that not only him, but also the other players were exhausted, and several of them were panting with their hands on their knees.

They were easily dragged back by the men in white.

This resistance ended in failure in less than two minutes, and not a single wave was raised.

The men in white did not act violently, and were very gentle to them, but the heavy hearts of the players were beyond words.

If you haven't tried it, you still have hope. At that time, they can still speak in a relaxed tone, because they subconsciously feel that they can get out of here.

I really tried it, and a heavy despair weighed on my heart.

They can't struggle, so they can only wait here to die in various ways of abandonment.

When Ning Su was sent back to the water cell by the boss himself, he saw Ning Changfeng half leaning against the wall with his arms around his waist, motionless. He seemed to know that they could not escape.

The boss patted Ning Su's head with a smile, "Should be so delicate and tender, this is a flower slave."

When he withdrew his hand, the smile on his face disappeared.

The floor of Water Prison No. 4 suddenly sank.

The water in the water dungeon was connected to the lake outside. It was originally at the same level. With this sinking, more lake water poured into the No. 4 water prison, and the water spread from ankles to knees.

They all now know why they couldn't exert their strength.

These are the weird waters.

The water is constantly reducing their strength, and may be quietly transforming their bodies.

Rising water levels are their punishment for defiance.

Suddenly a player in the dungeon next door laughed.

They were numb and calm all the time, she didn't know why, she thought of something or was stimulated by something, she laughed crazily.

Her voice was supposed to be hoarse, but she laughed very loudly and sharply, which was not only harsh but also stimulated the brain and heart, making people feel even more depressed.

She turned her head with a smile.

All players were more or less frightened when they saw her face.

Normally, the skin on the human face can cover the blood vessels. Some people have very thin skin, and capillaries can be seen faintly, but only faintly.

The thick blood vessels on this woman's face are clearly exposed, and the roots are so clear that you can even see the surge of the blood vessels, which are about to rush out of the thin cuticle.

A few blood vessels seemed to be ruptured, and blood was flowing into the surrounding cells.

The sudden spread of clear blood vessels and the blood staining under the skin made her whole face look very strange and terrifying.

It's not horror like a ghost face, but horror beyond the scope of human physiological cognition.

Human beings have studied themselves for a long time and have a complete understanding of the body. They have believed that they should be "this way" for thousands of years.

But once the "this" that has been affirmed for thousands of years is exceeded and the deep-rooted security cognition is broken, a sense of panic will arise.

What scares them even more is yet to come.

When the boss saw her face, he, who was always confident and calm, also had a strange expression on his face, "Why is she getting mature soon! Take her to the dark room to deal with it!"

To catch the two men in white clothes of the male player in water prison No. 4, immediately go to water prison No. 3 to drag her.

The female player seemed weaker than them, and was dragged out by the man in white without any struggle.

She staggered and followed the man in white onto the white bridge.

"Hiss-poof-"

"Hiss-poof-"

"Hiss-puff-puff-puff-"

The players were staring at her with full concentration, so this small and not very loud sound was also captured by them.

It was as if something tore through the skin, and something popped out.

In tension, bright colors are more apparent than sounds.

When their ears unconsciously caught these voices, they first saw a small thin blood flower blooming in front of her.

That thin blood flower, like a small and weak firework released from somewhere, appeared clear and bright against the pure white background of the man in white's back.

"puff-"

"puff-"

"Puff puff-"

One after another.

One by one, thin and small blood fireworks bloomed, and the sound was also small.

They are raised from blood vessels.

Blood vessels poked out from under the skin.

Firmly, straightly, poke upwards.

There was an incision when the blood vessel came out, and I don't know when it was broken. What came out of the broken incision was not surging blood, but such small blood-colored fireworks one by one.

Fireworks are more like **** bubbles popping out in the vast space when hollow blood vessels poke out from the skin.

Because there is no blood in the blood vessels, the blood is so thin.

"Hiss-poof-"

"Hiss-puff, puff, puff..."

There were more blood vessels protruding from her face, from the hair in the back of her head, from her neck.

There were even blood vessels protruding from her body. The blood vessels there were relatively thick, piercing straight through her clothes, and then "poof" a blood bubble burst out.

With a head full of blood vessels, she raised her head because of the upward blood vessels, staggered straight up and bent down with the air bubbles, was dragged by the men in white across the white bridge, and walked into the black house.

The final back view is straight blood vessels.

There was an eerie silence in the entire courtyard.

Many players rolled up their sleeves and looked down at the blood vessels on their arms and hands.

Ning Su also looked at his wrist.

On the white and thin wrist, tiny blue and black blood vessels were faintly visible.

His hasn't changed much, but his is not representative.

He turned to look at Zhu Shuangshuang beside him.

Zhu Shuangshuang's white sleeves were rolled up to her elbows, and she was staring at the veins on her wrist.

"It seems to have become more obvious." Her voice was a little flustered, and there was a slight tremor in the breathy sound at the end.

No wonder she is like this, after watching the scene just now, and looking at her own blood vessels, it is rare for her not to panic.

Many people's arms were trembling, as if blood vessels were about to pierce the skin.

She's okay.

She turned her hand over again and looked at the blood vessels on the back of her hand, "Is it, Su Su, is it obvious?"

Ning Su's voice was steady and gentle, and he said, "It's getting thicker, or it's getting harder."

"Yes." Zhu Shuangshuang nodded in panic, "That's right! That's how her face is."

Even if the blood vessels on a normal person's face can be seen, they are thin capillaries, but the blood vessels on that woman's face are very thick, which is one of the reasons why her face is so terrifying.

Su Xiangsheng asked solemnly: "Why do we make our blood vessels thicker? What does this have to do with flowers?"

Zhu Shuangshuang couldn't think of any reasonable reason for a while, "Is it because of the lines on the petals? Some flowers have obvious lines of different colors, which should be called stripes?"

Before they had time to discuss, the man in white returned.

When they came back this time, everyone knew what they were going to do.

The buyer who wants to customize the "person's signature" is still there. After the episode just now, we will continue to choose flower slaves for him.

The male player selected by the boss swallowed, and as the man in white approached, beads of sweat oozed from his forehead.

After listening to the screams for so long last night, I knew what a "human beam" is. Today, when I heard about the "human signature", I already realized how **** and terrifying it would be.

Going through the horrible episode just now, the fear of this world weighs down again and again, making it hard for people to breathe, especially the chosen ones.

The other players can only watch, they have tried, they can't resist or save him.

The man in white wore black boots, like heavy hard leather boots on the battlefield, leaving heavy footsteps with every step he took.

"Slap", "Slap".

Step by step closer.

The male player looked a little bit hard.

When the man in white was about to cross the white bridge and reach the door of No. 4 water cell, a stream of warm blood splashed on Ning Su's face.

The blood was warm and hot, it couldn't be fresher, it almost aroused Ning Su's blood vessels.

At the same time, there was a suppressed grunt of pain and the sound of someone falling to the ground.

That thin and handsome male player, with the strength he had accumulated at this moment, broke his arm violently.

At this time, he was half rolling on the ground in pain, his teeth bit his light-colored lip, and the blood was bright and glaring.