The prisoner and the sea

Chapter 182 Lucky Event
Gwen's hunt continued, and the night was a bloody one.

Under the guidance, Gwen chased all the way to the dark area in the lower compartment. This area is composed of a large number of abandoned corridors and passages that extend in all directions but are crowded. Unfortunately, the development company that contracted their original buildings disappeared, causing this area to become three. No matter the region.A lot of darkness and filth breed here.This is the best birthplace of paganism. If a paganism has not come here to confuse believers, it must be an abnormal paganism.

……

In the gloomy and narrow area, even cat lights are unwilling to come and occupy a piece of land to live in, making the light source here very rare.

Gwen took out the lighter, and then took out a root power torch from the shadow, and was about to light it, but Talos slapped it away nervously.

"what are you doing?"

She looked tense.

"...Light a torch?"

Gwen tilted her head and blinked, "If you're worried about villains coming, then there's no need. They're only here to die."

The implication is that I don't like the cowardly behavior of the other party.

Talos had a sullen face, "I'm not worried about attracting monsters, but..." She took out a light stick from her pocket and tapped it on her leg to make it glow, then threw it to the end of a corridor, showing It was a scene of hell.It's a piece of shit... snowy mountains and snowy seas.The air purifier next to it is working silently, this is the culprit who can't smell the smell——

If it is ignited under this environment.

It's like throwing a cigarette butt into a septic tank.

Be yourself in the snow.

But it also means...

Gwen's complexion changed slightly, and he lowered his head to look at his feet.He raised his head and saw Talos peeking at him, he was silent for a moment: "Back me."

"Ok?"

"Carry me on your back."

Gwen decided to give Talos an honor that only Tanjiro had, and set off with him on his back.Although the magic power can prevent him from stepping on anything, the psychological feeling... is like eating fried chicken with gloves on. Although it is clean, it already feels greasy and greasy under the gloves.

In this regard, Talos has no right to speak.

He had no choice but to turn his back on Gwen with a bitter face.

Perhaps to scare Gwen before, Talos was looking for routes that did not go through these 'emergency excretion openings', using fluorescent sticks as lighting, and soon heard a kind of machine noise.

Gwen was put down, sliding gently against the wall with the silver string.

A ray of light appeared at the end of his eyes, and Gwen was overjoyed that he had found some bad guys.What are the bad guys who came out under the curfew?He leaned over, poked his head out gently, and felt the woman's chin rub against the top of his head in the next second, as well as a burst of voluptuous flesh that made mortals' hearts beat dizzyingly.It seems that Utopians are born with this hobby of stacking towers?

At the corner was a fairly clean room, where many pagan members in dark green robes were starting a kind of meat grinder to make sausages with homemade somewhat dirty casings.

It would be quite harmonious if the background was changed to a food processing factory.

Too bad it's pagan homemade sausage in a utopian setting and style.

Gwen's eyes lightly glanced at a wooden box at the feet of the pagan members, inside which were many blood-stained animal ears and horns.

Utopian features.

Gwen gently stuck it up to the ceiling. At the same time, she was about to take out the magic powder from her pocket, when she suddenly remembered that this place is not suitable for releasing fire spells. Although it looks like there is no snow here, if it blows out Isn't it a picture of the real hopeless hell scene?So he drew his lightsaber.

In an instant, Gwen launched an attack from the ceiling, cutting down two cult members first.

A member of the pagan sect closest to him reacted, pulled out a dagger with his backhand and rushed forward roaringly, the source force on his body was activated, and the speed instantly entered the quadruple and five times state.The wild laugh on his face is his confidence in this power. Gwen saw through the eyes of the other party the scene of the decaying heart, and saw that the scenery in his heart had withered, so he shook his head and chopped off with both hands holding the sword.

With a hiss, the shock on the heretic's face became the last expression on it. It was cut from the chest to the waist by a sword, and the wound was scorched black and difficult to distinguish. cut.

These pagans are the kind of people who can't turn back. Facing the threat of death, they just crowded up with each other and shouted at each other.

Gwen saw the guns on the corpses killed by them, the guns hanging on the waists of these pagans, and the existence of no bullet casings on the ground, and immediately realized the determination of the Utopians who would rather die than die in an avalanche.

It's the kind of determination that makes people laugh in life-or-death situations.

Gwen's admiration is nothing but admiration, but it still has to be cut.

The light saber flashed two or three times, and the corpses of the heretics fell to the ground in two pieces.

Then Talos walked up with a sullen face, laughing like a psychopath, and took out the set of detectives for dinner.

psychic.

Torture.

Those who are saved are reincarnated, and those who are not saved are transformed by Gwen with the strange talk source power he just learned from the detective office, and made them into bait.If you want to attract ghosts, the best way is to rub out the soul of this sinful creature to attract.Like bait for fishing.

But this time it didn't work either.

Talos looked as usual, and he knew it was a newcomer at a glance; Gwen directly turned into Hongwen, and he knew that the old man in the fishing field could bear anything, but he couldn't bear the air force!
So I packed up the guys in Talos, cleaned up the battlefield, and made a suggestion: "Let's go hunt the next batch, I feel it, it's nearby..."

"Aren't you tired?"

"Not tired." Gwen was tired, but at this moment, she felt like a person who was on the verge of drawing a card and hadn't shipped it yet, holding on to it in one breath!

Is the guarantee a good mechanism?Yes.But can a good mechanism save players money?no.

How can you tell if a person will be in debt?Just need to see if he starts to calculate 'how much can I spend at least'.

And the guarantee is to artificially create an unfair mechanism of "you only need so much krypton at most".And would a person really want a card?No, on the contrary, it is because there are people around you that you will be ruthless and spend money. This kind of situation is more common.Social abuse, in the end players will be exploited infinitely by this sociality.

Gwen was a little over the top at this point.

Although the body has issued a warning, I still want to quickly attract a ghost, so I can beat it... No, I want to ask about the news of the ghost talk gathering on the fellow account.

Detective Talos' request is for Gwen to use the power of the ghost talk to open the gate of the gathering place of the ghost talk world, so that he can join in, and even interview one or two, and make some earth-shattering news.The reason why it is said to be dangerous is also because of this point. There is still a difference between the ghost talker and the ghost talker. If they are attacked by a group, Talos thinks it is good for Gwen to run away.

It's a risk-for-opportunity trade-off.

But Gwen agreed quite simply.For one thing, Gwen is not worried that he will be besieged by ghost stories. He is the real host of the mind flayer's two-faced body. As long as he doesn't intentionally yell that he is a human being or not ghost story, then ghost stories won't be able to recognize him. This is Gwen Discussed numerous times with Miss White as Gwen found herself in 'hunted by the fog killer' range.

I'm a little worried.

Although the Murderer in the Mist is not as famous as the Mind Flayer, his record is not bad at all. After seriously injuring four commanders, he barely managed to delimit his action range to one-sixth of Utopia... That's right, the Killer in the Mist, although hunting The interval is very long, and basically only kills one at a time, but the hunting range is extremely terrifying, as long as it is within the range and meets its hunting conditions, it is possible to encounter it.

Gwen didn't want to encounter this one-on-one strength, perhaps the strongest ghost story among the three ghost stories, so she made a warning in advance to avoid bad things coming to her door.

"There's no need to be in such a hurry, is there?" Talos scratched his hair.

Gwen doesn't care about her, this is the dignity of the old fisherman, he will never want to leave things that can be solved in one day until the next day, "I insist. The sooner we get the information, the sooner we can prepare. Do I need to prepare in advance?"

"That's the way it is said..."

She twisted her hair again, and said uncertainly, "But... wait? What is that?"

Talos suddenly raised his right hand and pointed to the corner.

The action is very much like a bad 'look, there's a flying saucer' diversion.But Gwen still couldn't help looking over, and then saw a cat lamp floating past quietly by the wall.

"Cat lamp?"

It's normal for cat lights to appear everywhere... No, they don't like such smelly and dirty places.

Then why are they here?
Gwen and Talos exchanged glances, followed quietly.This chubby cat, which was about 30% larger than ordinary cat lights, was quite vigilant. He turned his head to look behind him from time to time, then patted his belly triumphantly and continued to move forward.

Naturally, she couldn't find Gwen and Talos, because the two were following from a relatively distant place.It is not difficult to track a cat lamp. They have lights on their bodies, and they can see clearly at night as long as they are not blind.

The light drifted across two corridors, an elevator shaft that was intended to be a freight elevator, and a winding underground waterway.

It made both of them quite discouraged, because the cat lantern was out for a walk, and it was just floating around aimlessly.

The light suddenly disappeared.

Now the two woke up and quickly caught up.

Where the cat lamp disappeared, there was a dim obsidian door with a black curtain in the middle.

"She went in?"

"This..." Talos thought of retreating, who knows what is behind this door?

But before she could speak, Gwen grabbed her wrist and dragged her in.

After passing through the curtain, feeling a feeling of tulle being knocked away by oneself, the world in front of them suddenly lit up, and the surrounding field of vision was wide open. The two actually came to a high point of a huge plain full of sunflowers. The shade made them look up and saw the huge flower trees covering the sky.

Just behind them, the obsidian door is still there.There is a strange race of people beside the door.

They, or should they?Or they... In short, they are chubby, round fleshy 'mushroom people' who make people think they are fat enough at a glance.

The mushroom man has a body structure that looks like a giant cat lamp. It is wide at the bottom, and the top and the top are not too narrow. It looks like a wine barrel that is a little bit stretched out below!With a huge umbrella of various colors on the head, a cat-like mouth, and eyes covered by thick beard-like roots, it is a creature that is kind enough to look at.

There was a table next to the mushroom people——it was only then that Gwen noticed that there was dirt under the mushroom people, and they were sitting on a small cart that looked like a crock.

The car is equipped with various components, and it looks like the mushroom man brings all his belongings with him.

And there is a kind of display case in the trolley component, which is full of items and marked with prices!

"Meow, Curacsol, Morasol, Ta-Takakosol!"

A chubby giant cat lamp is negotiating the price with the mushroom man in the mushroom man's language.

The Mushroom Man speaks very slowly, as if lying in bed after a holiday without homework and watching Swaying Camp or Wolf and Spice.On the contrary, the giant cat lanterns, even if they spoke germ words, seemed to be meowing in a hurry.

"This is, the Trading House?" Even Talos stuttered in shock.

This woman, what a fuss!

Gwen pushed her slightly disgusted, as the luck value is full, and there are two players (Mihaila, Curse Blade) who have full luck in the team. Similar incidents have been encountered several times, but Most of them were encounters with cat lanterns, and it was the first time that he suddenly strayed into another world like this.

But the first time belongs to the first time.

It is still necessary to show some aura, and it is better not to be underestimated.

Gwen walked over, tapped her toes generously, and patted the belly of a giant cat lamp.

This action made Talos stare again. The size and strength of the Giant Cat Lantern are somewhat well-known among the power users. It can be said that this creature is the strongest beast other than the captain.Gwen's presumptuous movements are indeed a little scary, as if ordinary people suddenly patted the tiger's beard and soft mouth.

"Meow?" The giant cat lamp was patted on the stomach, shook his head in doubt, and then lowered his head to see Gwen.

The chubby creature smiled happily, and stretched out its paws to pinch Gwen's shoulders -- the cat's paws seemed to pinch Gwen.

"Is there anything the cat can do to help you? Meow haha, just mention it!"

There's a reason the catlight race is popular across the universe.

Gwen pointed to the bacteria people: "I want to buy something from them, can you do the translation?"

"Of course, meow!"

Giant Cat Lantern was happy to help with this kind of free service, and happily translated for Gwen and the stunned Talos.

Because of similar experience before, Gwen has already stored a batch of minerals that are very popular with outsiders in the shadow in advance, and bought a sapling called BK47 tree from the fungus. This kind of tree can grow on the oil soil , After the tree is grown, the fruit is a purely natural integrated BK47 assault rifle, and the ammunition only needs to use the shell!

Even Gwen, who knew that these races were outrageous, couldn't help being shocked.

There really are trees in the world that can grow weapons!

(End of this chapter)