Unlimited Cultivation Players

Chapter 206 Simple Puzzles

At noon, when the proprietress called for dinner, no one wanted to put down the work in hand and didn't want to go to eat.

In the end, Yuan Zhouli was kicked out and took his girlfriend Ai Zijia to dinner.

Mainly to feed my girlfriend, who is of little use by the ditch anyway, just reaching out to scoop up the spoils in the water and doing some logistical work.

She is not as good as Gongyang Yan at this point, she has all the tools ready.

When not fishing for spiritual objects, he took out juice and served it to Jiu Yuanzi, and then seriously took out a fully charged tablet computer, opened the form to register the type and quantity of spiritual objects.

It looks like a well-prepared, perfectly competent professional logistics staff.

As more and more ghosts are killed, everyone is unconsciously trying to find ways to reduce the use of spiritual power, trying to save a little and use it more often.

This allowed them to substantially improve their control over spiritual power.

After all, I usually don't want to use my spiritual power outside, and I don't have so many opportunities and spare time to kill monsters repeatedly in the dojo, and my efficiency is gradually improving.

The consumption rate of Mengpo soup is increasing, and it will soon bottom out.

Jiu Yuanzi looked at it, and there was still some time before dark, so every minute and every second should not be wasted.

So, she took out Ming coins and a food stamp, put them together and said, "I want to buy another bucket of Mengpo soup."

The food coupons and ghost coins disappeared again, and Jiu Yuanzi waited happily. Compared with Tao Zi's instant appearance, Meng Po Tang came more slowly.

Under the blood moon.

On the land of endless corruption, one of Bo Xiaoni's three mud bodies has only the upper body left, and the other two have different damages, missing arms and legs.

The number of Yin soldiers she brought was halved, and they were fighting with the rotting monster corpses on the ground.

The lid of the pot on the Naihe Bridge has been covered, and the weird monster has grown to a height of more than ten meters, holding a weird long spoon covered with deformities and swollen bumps, twisting like a snake, and spitting out a corrosive breath.

"Grandma Meng, you've become stronger again." Bu Xiaoni's armor was destroyed by a third, and only the land that was contaminated by the soup could be used by her.

The Polluted Meng Po is several times stronger than before, and she has already lost her original wisdom.

Just a face-to-face meeting, Bo Xiaoni was at a disadvantage.

She glanced at the pot, the lid was put back by Po Meng before she came.

If it was the original Houtu, how could he suffer such anger!

A little Meng Po, so weak, you were not even qualified to see me.

I'm afraid we still won't be able to take it back here today. If we get seriously injured here, the Yin soldiers won't be able to replenish the original number.

Damn, I can only retreat again!

Bo Xiaoni gritted her teeth and shouted in humiliation: "Yin soldier, get ready..."

Before the word retreat could be said, the pot suddenly exploded again, and the lid of the pot was blown out more than ten meters away, smashing a pile of strange corpses.

The soup in the pot was also blown out, splashing directly onto Po Meng's back, buttocks and thighs, causing her to scream.

More soup was spilled on the ground, and white brilliance appeared in large areas.

Bo Xiaoni was both surprised and delighted. She didn't know why the pot was always blowing up, but this was her chance.

The spiritual power surged, and the power of the land where Guanghua was located was used by her to quickly repair her armor and the statue behind her.

She shouted: "The whole army of Yin soldiers is attacking!"

In the chaos, a ball of Mengpo soup was taken away by the golden light package.

In the pot, there was only half a pot of soup left, and it was slowly rising.Without a lid, and no one lovingly stirring the soup with a large spoon, it would spill over the rim and onto the ground.

At this time, Po Meng was entangled by Bo Xiaoni, she couldn't pick up the lid of the pot, let alone stir the soup with the distorted spoon.

Fear rose in her heart, and it was about to overflow!

Jiu Yuanzi got another bucket of Mengpo soup, she didn't bother to add soup to the water herself, and left the matter to Gongyangyan.

Just like this, watching everyone brush ghosts until it was dark, and thick fog began to form on the surface of the water, before returning to the house with everyone beaming.

The house has been repaired, Chinese food is boiled chopped green onion, and dinner is boiled water soup with white segments of green onion.

I don't know if the proprietress ran out of ingredients, or was busy repairing the house, so she didn't have time to cook delicious food.

But it's not bad if I don't use those people in the basement to cook soup.

Ai Zijia didn't prepare Bigu Dan, and today's soup is all vegetarian, so she felt relieved that it wasn't some terrible human porridge.

So accompanied by Yuan Zhouli, he drank another big bowl.

Others simply ignored the boss's family and were unwilling to even put on a show. The water in the pot was not worthy of their performance.

The proprietress was furious. Although she didn't cook soup and porridge well, these people were too shameless.

Last night and this morning they put on a show, these people don't even pretend now, they just refuse to drink soup.

She took a few deep breaths, forget it, these people are almost finished anyway, let's do whatever they want.

Everyone gathered in the living room, took out the spoils of the day, and shared half with Jiu Yuanzi.

I want to continue to brush ghosts tomorrow, but I haven't dropped any magic weapons, so everyone honestly divided them in half, and at most they were a little careful and thoughtful.

Jiu Yuanzi didn't care about that little thing, she was a little bored watching everyone excited that everyone had earned hundreds of spiritual items.

There are too many worthless spirits, and I feel like a boss who collects rags.

So what about 5000 spiritual objects, Jiu Yuanzi put [-] of them in the universe in his sleeve, and it was only worth [-] million.

"..." To Mr. Ning, [-] million is nothing.

She realized a problem, she always collects the trash like this, it doesn't seem to work.

Let’s do it this time, and next time we’ll think of a way to fix things.

The universe in the sleeve is not for garbage, but for things that can be sold for tens of millions or hundreds of millions.

It was completely dark, and the thick fog had reached the window, and it was so foggy outside that I couldn't see anything.

Everyone cheered up, nervously recovering their spiritual power, and then their eyes fell on Ai Zijia.

She is in a good mood now.

According to her observation, even if the spiritual treasures her boyfriend Yuan Zhouli earned today were divided in half, they would be worth at least 600 million.

There are still a few days to come, and I can earn at least 2000 million by going out this time!

She has been optimistic about a house for a long time, and she is waiting to find a rich husband to buy it.

It can be bought for just over 1000 million yuan, with a full 140 square meters. In Haidu, where every inch of land is expensive, it is everyone's hope to own such a large house.

Seeing her sitting at the dining table happily, chatting with Yuan Zhouli about the house she is looking forward to, how good the location is, and how good the primary and secondary schools are.

Gongyang Yan asked in a low voice: "Sister Jiu, why hasn't the ghost come yet?"

Jiu Yuanzi took a look, the boss and his family hadn't gone upstairs yet, but the old lady still didn't come down to eat. She wondered if it was because she only had one piece of clothes on, and Kitten Miao came downstairs barefoot in embarrassment wearing a vest and shorts.

She won all the old lady's shoes, she didn't want to do this at first, she just blamed her luck, Gong Yangyan played a lot of cards for herself.

This is life.

But it's important to solve the puzzle, Jiu Yuanzi stood up, "Papa papa." She immediately turned off all the lights on the first floor.

The living room was plunged into darkness for an instant.

Sure enough, Ai Zijia's screams were heard immediately in the darkness.

More than a dozen flashlights appeared and shone on the dining table in unison.

In addition to the different styles, the players all chose flashlights for lighting, saving a little spiritual power.

Ai Zijia sat on the dining chair with her head down and didn't move, she knew something was wrong just by looking at it.

But Yuan Zhouli had jumped four or five meters earlier, and had already reached the side of the sofa, and then he took out a flashlight to shine on it with a serious face.

Ai Zijia's body didn't move, but her head slowly turned 180 degrees. It was an extremely horrifying scene, but thinking of her supernatural powers, everyone was a little unsure whether she was really possessed by a ghost.

Maybe it's just that when I turned my head, I forgot to turn my body around.

At this time, she whispered in her mouth: "On the Lantern Festival, you have to guess the lantern fans. Let's play a game and guess the puzzles on the lanterns. Live. If you can't guess, you will die."

Jiu Yuanzi raised his hand and said, "Wait a minute, your lantern has been destroyed by the fire."

"Ah?" Ai Zijia suddenly raised her head, her face had changed a long time ago, she was a strange woman with poor sleep, heavy dark circles, and bad-quality white face and red lips.

Her eyes were bloodshot, she stared at Jiu Yuanzi and screamed, "Lantern, my lantern!"

Jiu Yuanzi pointed to the back of the door and said, "It's just behind the door. The boss doesn't seem to have repaired it for you."

The boss's family had already run to the stairs. They didn't expect Jiu Yuanzi to turn off the lights suddenly. Hearing what she said, the boss immediately scolded: "I'm not a lantern maker, how can I repair lanterns!"

"Play with yourselves, we're going to bed."

"Stop talking nonsense, go back to the room." The proprietress pushed the boss, and the family ran upstairs quickly.

Jiu Yuanzi was a little speechless, obviously he was not a serious person, but he was afraid of the ghosts in the house at night.

She turned her head to the possessed Ai Zijia and said, "Look, they ran away with a guilty conscience."

"Anyway, the lantern is gone, why don't you show us a few puzzles to answer. Let me give you an example, such as the question of how many chickens are equal to 1 chicken plus 2 chickens."

Jiu Yuanzi pointed to everyone present and said, "Everyone has never been to school, doesn't know a single word, has some IQ problems, and hasn't counted clearly. They are all mentally retarded."

"Don't ask too difficult questions. If you ask, it has fur all over its body, has two horns on its head, is very angry, and can moo. Then we can't even guess what kind of animal it is."

She showed a worried expression and said nervously, "Please ask a simpler question."

Ai Zijia ghost showed a ferocious smile, and said: "The first puzzle, the existence and smoothness of the Navel-Stoke equation. The time limit is 60 minutes."

Including Xueba Gongyang Yan, everyone was stunned.

what?Never heard of it.

(End of this chapter)