Chapter 216 Frog Hospital (16) Pilgrim’s Prayer
Qisi watched Huang Xiaofei finish the tadpole soup in the bowl, and silently asked Lin Chen if the number of eaten tadpoles had changed. .
Same as the first day, Lin Chen gave a negative answer, which was once again confirmed that tadpole soup was not included in the calculation of task progress.
“Cherish food, avoid waste, and you must finish breakfast!”
Outside the door, the nurse shouted at the top of her lungs, her voice hoarse as frost.
Qisi sat back on his bed, picked up the tadpole soup on the bedside table, and sipped it calmly.
Counting yesterday, Sun Dekuan, Lu Zimo and Huang Xiaofei all drank tadpole soup. It is basically certain that drinking soup is not a sufficient condition to trigger death or crisis.
There must be something wrong with tadpole soup. You may not die if you drink the soup, but you will definitely be fine if you don’t drink the soup.
Ordinary people may think that "one thing is worse than one thing less." Since they know that pouring the soup will not increase the failure rate, they can insist on not drinking it.
But... Chiss is not an ordinary person.
In the past two days, although the players have encountered more or less dangers, they have not lost their lives in a real sense. Even the frogs feel more difficult to deal with than the ghosts.
It is basically certain that the small ghost domain that makes up this dungeon is very trouble-free and most likely does not like to actively seek trouble.
If three of the four people drank the tadpole soup peacefully, and only Zisi did not drink it, then as a mastermind who does not want to create complications, the easiest way to deal with it is to ignore Zisi. Take him to play.
This is something Zeiss, who pursues perfect clearance, cannot bear.
So, he just wants to retreat to advance, give others a handle, and enter the game with his own body.
The tadpole soup is not as unpleasant as expected. There is a faint fishy smell in the mouth at first, mixed with the unique muddy smell of the pond, lingering on the tip of the nose and taste buds.
After a careful sip, I felt that the taste was mellow and smooth, like ointment. It tasted delicious and had a sweet aftertaste. Among the dungeons that Qis had experienced, the taste could be ranked among the top three.
——As long as it doesn’t matter what its raw materials are.
While drinking soup, Qisi continued to communicate with Lin Chen through consciousness, and roughly figured out his skills and prop reserves.
[Name: Pilgrim’s Prayer]
[Type: Skill]
[Passive effect: If you have devout faith, you are luckier than ordinary people. You have a half chance of getting it right when you choose one of the four options. When you encounter a fatal crisis, you have a chance of saving the day]
< br>[Active effect: Pray for any being in the dungeon, and slightly improve its luck in the dungeon (can only be used once per dungeon)]
[Remarks: I heard that people are loved by gods. Children are always luckier, perhaps because meeting God has exhausted his greatest misfortune]
……
[Name: A note from the top student]
[Type: Prop]
[Effect: Ask it a sincere question, and the correct answer to the question may be written on it~ (Each copy Limited to one use, success rate 50%)]
[Note: Imagine that you are sitting in the examination room of an important exam, facing a blank test paper and worrying about failing the exam. At this time, the student with the best grades in the class comes up to the stage to hand in the paper, and gives you a small note...SURPRISE! 】
……
[Name: Uncommon Blade]
[Type: Prop]
......
[Name: Umbrella Full of Pain]
[Type ：Props】
...
Well, Lin Chen's skill points are distributed quite evenly. He can assist, solve puzzles, and is not incapable of fighting.
Qisi studied the system panel sent by Lin Chen for a while, and his eyes finally fell on [Pilgrim’s Prayer]: "Lin Chen, since you entered the game, have you encountered any existence like gods? ?”
“Huh? God?” Lin Chen was a little confused, but still answered truthfully, “I don’t have a deep impression, but I may have met him once, I don’t know if it counts. "
"In the copy of "No. 33", there is a statue of the number one scholar in the back of the school. It is said that if you worship it, you can get good grades. Many students will put a few oranges in front of the statue after passing by. …”
This sounds a bit ridiculous, just like the common pre-exam metaphysics in reality. But Qisi still asked seriously: "Have you paid homage to it? Have you had any further communication with it?"
Lin Chen didn't know why, and noticed Qisi's seriousness, and became nervous for a moment: "At that time Everyone went to worship, so I followed. Qi...Brother Qi, is there something wrong?”
Qisi heard Lin Chen’s tone of not knowing what was going on, and knew that he was out of his mind. Allergic.
Lin Chen probably hasn't been targeted by a certain god yet. The evil god's bet is not that worthless, and the description of the skill may not point to a specific event.
As for whether Lin Chen lied, Qisi is not worried about this. Anyway, this person has been broadcasting live, and he can find out if he goes out to check. There is no need to hide something that will be revealed at the first glance.
When his thoughts hit something, Qisi said lightly: "Lin Chen, turn off the live broadcast."
"Huh? Oh!" Although Lin Chen didn't understand what he meant, he still did it.
Qisi then hung up the consciousness connection with satisfaction.
Not long after, the players all finished their portions of tadpole soup and sat up from the bed one after another.
Huang Xiaofei finally noticed the blue frog squatting in the corner and once again cut it in half neatly. Anyway, I have killed a bunch of frogs, so I don’t have to worry about the debt. If I encounter such an obviously unlucky thing, I won’t kill it if I don’t kill it.
Qisi was already standing by the door, looking around the room between Huang Xiaofei and his brother with interest.
Huang Xiaofei noticed it, took a few steps towards the door, and looked up at Qisi: "We must end this dungeon as soon as possible. It is imperative to go out to explore at night. Let's act together today and we must find a way. Get the duty card."
Qisi leaned against the door and nodded slightly when he heard the words: "Then let's go to the morgue together first. Yesterday I promised Cheng Xiaoyu that I would give it to him. "A lot of sugar."
"Sugar?" Huang Xiaofei frowned, "How long have you cared about such trivial matters? The failure rate has increased by 20% a day. We have to speed up the progress... …”
Chiss said nothing and took out the sugar bowl from his backpack that had been packed so that no problem could be seen.
Under Huang Xiaofei's slightly irritable gaze, he smiled gently and harmlessly: "There is only one duty card, but there can be many access permits approved by the dean, right?"
"Are you trying to please the dean's son so that he can help ask the dean for permission to enter and exit?" Huang Xiaofei's expression became a little strange, "I don't think this path is feasible. As the core NPC, the dean's position is likely to be different from that of the dean. We are hostile, and contacting them too early can be dangerous.”
She has been accustomed to taking everything into her own hands since she was a child, and she has always been able to achieve good results with her talent and luck, and it is inevitable for her to treat others. There is a bit of arrogance in guiding the country.
When she has no way of knowing the whole plan, she always feels a little uneasy for no reason and wants to find out more information.
Qisi had a good understanding of her psychology and character, but he had no intention of complying with her wishes and alleviating her anxiety.
Huang Xiaofei was waiting for her temporary teammate to present facts to refute her concerns, but she saw the young man raised his eyes and gave her a meaningful smile, turned around and walked out of the room without any regrets.
You don’t play according to the routine? Could it be that there was something detrimental to her in the plan?
Huang Xiaofei had some bad guesses, her dark black eyes narrowed unconsciously, and she felt cold in her heart.
She whispered: "Sign your contract on my [Book of the Dead]. When the copy is finished, remember to remind me to burn it."
Sun Dekuan didn't know the twists and turns. He scratched his head after hearing a sentence that had no beginning or end, and continued: "I'll try my best to remember it, but my memory may not work."
Huang Xiaofei looked at it. His attitude of not taking it seriously and his eyes became darker.
"Sister, do I really not need to go with you?" Lu Zimo asked quietly.
Huang Xiaofei suppressed the darkness in her eyes and turned around to give her cousin a reassuring smile: "It's useless to follow your three-legged cat skills, so don't cause trouble. Just stay here and wait. Good news for my sister. "
Lu Zimo responded calmly, as listless as a fish drowned in the deep sea, with his head lowered and not knowing what he was thinking.
Huang Xiaofei ignored him and walked out of the room.
Sun Dekuan looked at the play for a while, and when he saw that the excitement was gone, he followed him out.
The door of the ward closed behind him, and the three of them stood in the corridor, leaving Lu Zimo alone in the room.
In the long and narrow corridor, nurses pushing empty dining carts wore masks that were large enough to cover their entire faces, walking stiffly and walking back and forth without squinting.
“Cherish food, avoid waste, and you must finish breakfast!”
"Eat a good breakfast, respond to the policy, and listen to the radio in time!"
The cold and dull shouts echoed in the corridor, without any emotion, like a recording prepared in advance.
"Click..."
"Squeak——"
The coffin-like doorways were pushed open from the inside, and sallow and thin heads popped out. Rough and dull, with prominent cheekbones like a skull.
The patients, who seemed to have little vitality, walked out of the door sparsely, dragging their feet like zombies.
Men and women wearing yellowed hospital gowns sat down on the benches outside the door one after another, huddled in a row like sparrows on telephone poles, staring blankly ahead.
In silence, the radio broadcast sounded from the ward, from the ceiling, and from under the floor, surrounding me layer by layer, making it impossible to escape.
"Give me a rope to hang, and a bottle of medicine to drink..."
"We must be firm in implementing policies and never allow more children..."
Not long after Huang Xiaofei went out, she was hit by this weird slogan all over her face. She felt a strange feeling in her heart and the corners of her eyes twitched slightly.
Sun Dekuan immediately posted it enthusiastically and vividly described the scene when he heard these slogans yesterday, including what he saw and heard in reality.
Qiss walked in front, walking in the direction of the morgue and kitchen along the route he took yesterday.
Passing through the operating area on the way, loud cries and cold sentences were intertwined, the strong smell of blood and pale corpses were pushed out of the aisle.
In this hospital, people seem to be dying all the time.
Qisi had already avoided the effects of haemorrhage by breaking up with Cheng An, and now he glanced at the waiting area outside the operating room without leaving a trace.
The man who is crying on the iron bench has an unfamiliar face, which is enough to prove that the person who died at this point today is different from yesterday.
After all, according to common sense, it is impossible for a person to die twice.
Behind him, Sun Dekuan was still mumbling in a low voice: "Oh, let me do this now, let me do that now, people are dying one after another, just like a bulldozer crushing wheat stalks..."
< br>"Sister Xiao Huang, do you think this is an evil act..."
(End of this chapter)