Traveling to another world, I made a two-dimensional girl into a card

Fang Qingyun continued walking forward, and not far away he saw a small supply station. The medical supplies inside were scattered all over the floor, and the refrigerator next to it was leaning crookedly like an overworked programmer. The refrigerator door was wide open, and there was not a single ingredient left even in the gaps between the refrigerator grids. It was cleaned out, and it was obvious that someone had already ripped it off.

It seemed that there were two zombies who didn't have the strength to move forward, and now they have turned into rotting bones next to the refrigerator.

Fang Qingyun checked the supply station but couldn't find anything useful. He originally wanted to take his predecessor's thigh bone and use it as a weapon to protect himself, but the thigh bone was as fragile as the zombie's calcium deficiency. It broke into bone powder with a casual rub. He tapped it lightly with his knee and broke it into two pieces.

Fang Qingyun had to give up his plan to use the thigh bone as a weapon and continued to move forward.

Further ahead was an undisguised trap. Fang Qingyun walked to the trap and looked down. The trap was about five meters high. At the bottom of the trap was sharp long sword grass. The sharp sword grass leaves had strangled several zombies that were not looking at the road and were walking forward foolishly.

All of this seems to be a level. The supply station in front is a test of whether the zombies have enough physical strength to move forward, while here is a test of whether the zombies have enough intelligence.

Obviously, Fang Qingyun was not a fool, so he easily bypassed the big pit with a diameter of five meters. This was not a tablet game. There was naturally space to bypass such a large place, and Fang Qingyun did not need to take the risk of jumping over it.

After bypassing the trap, the road began to narrow, turning from the original prairie into a passage, about the width of a double lane and about two stories high. With Fang Qingyun's physique, he couldn't even reach the top even if he jumped.

The middle of the road was planted with dense gladiolus, almost blocking the entire entrance. The sharp gladiolus leaves almost covered the entire passage. Trying to force your way in was as dangerous as squeezing through a meat grinder, and you might lose a lot of parts.

If this were a game, it would teach you how to perform an invincible roll to avoid damage, but in reality there is obviously no way to pass without getting hurt by just a shift, so Fang Qingyun can only use the oldest way of man and nature to get along with each other to solve this problem.

That is to say, take action directly.

In order to prevent his hands from getting injured, Fang Qingyun chose to use his feet to ensure his own safety. Under his violent kick with all his strength, the gladiolus made a sound of being unable to bear the weight, and tilted to the side to make a path. The roots remained in the ground without moving, but the place where Fang Qingyun kicked had been broken, and the sharp gladiolus leaves were oozing green liquid, as if they were crying.

Fang Qingyun unfolded his plastic bag and put the broken gladiolus leaves into it. These tough leaves have a hardness close to that of cast iron even without any processing, but are slightly more brittle than cast iron. If one does not have a weapon, it is possible to use the smooth handle-shaped back half of the gladiolus leaf as a sword, but it may easily cut one's hand.

Fang Qingyun carefully collected all the gladiolus leaves and kicked down each one that blocked the way one by one to create a smooth path. Then he collected all the gladiolus leaves, picked out a good one and held it in his hand to use as a sword, which was safer than using his feet.

The plastic bag was still the same size and it looked like a piece of space equipment. Fang Qingyun pulled the plastic bag into a strip, tied a knot, and stuffed it into his pocket. This thing didn't take up much space anyway, and after putting in gladiolus leaves that were nearly the size of a person, it didn't increase its weight at all. It could even be folded up, so he just had to be careful not to lose it.

After clearing a path, Fang Qingyun continued to move forward. With the gladiolus leaves as weapons and no feeling of hunger, he did not panic and moved forward at his own pace.

After crossing several lowlands, Fang Qingyun finally saw another skeleton tied to a tree in the same shape as before. It was still a skeleton without life but with intact bones, just like the model preserved in the infirmary. This discovery made Fang Qingyun feel relieved. When he didn't see this thing just now, he almost thought he had taken the wrong road.

Fang Qingyun took the paper between the skeleton's fingers and read it carefully.

"Hey, Senior Sister Shufen also wants to share her experience of surviving a dungeon."

Obviously, this skeleton is the so-called senior sister Shufen. It seems that it, or she, has become what it is now because of certain things, and was thus used as a new "role model" by Chef Ximi.

"Do you know that you are a zombie now, and zombies are one of the food sources for some monsters? I didn't know that's why I became what I am now."

...That's right. There are many scavengers among animals, not to mention some monsters that don't exist in reality.

"This dungeon is filled with all kinds of races that discriminate against the undead. Most of them don't want to share food with me, and most of them would rather eat me."

"So if I could live my life over again, I would probably find a stick or something like that as a weapon to protect myself."

Fang Qingyun looked at a lonely tree not far away with dead fish eyes... There happened to be a branch on the tree that was of suitable thickness, suitable for waving, about the thickness of an arm. If it was not a rotten wood that would break easily... then this was the source of the weapon.

Chapter 166: Breaking off large branches from trees to use as weapons...

Fang Qingyun came to the tree, put his hand on the branch, and prepared to pry it down with force. Using this thing as a stick is better than using bare hands at the beginning, and the crude gladiolus leaves are so crude that they can easily scratch himself.

Before Fang Qingyun could exert any strength, the tree cried out loudly: "Grass grass grass (a kind of plant), it hurts, it hurts, damn it, human, what are you doing?"

Fang Qingyun wanted to say something, but no sound came out. Only then did he realize that he really couldn't speak, so he pointed to the branch that was easy to swing, and then pointed to the large patch of gladiolus plants in front of the passage, trying his best to express that he needed this thing for self-defense.

"Human, although you are rare, you are not as rare as my big branches." The big tree was like someone swinging his branches in a vulgar urinal to show off his smallness, and his tone was full of some kind of vulgar and vulgar superiority: "So you can't take my branches as weapons. You will die if you die, but such a big branch is not so easy to grow."

Fang Qingyun wanted to discuss it, but being unable to speak really hindered his communication. His gesture seemed to be taken as a provocation by the tree, and the tree, with a kind of arrogance that could photosynthesize, refused to listen to his words: "I have absorbed a lot of nutrients recently, and my branches are getting bigger and bigger. I will use it to turn you into my fertilizer, take my move!"

As the tree slowly twisted, the thick branches seemed to pay the price for its shape of being thick at the front and thin at the back. The already shaky branches finally couldn't bear the weight under the shaking of the tree and fell down with a snap.

Fang Qingyun spread out his hands to show that this had nothing to do with him.

"Forget it, human, just take it. It will grow back eventually anyway." The big tree shook its leaves and wanted to take it back unwillingly, but there was nothing it could do.

Fang Qingyun picked up the wooden stick, and as if he had thought of something, he stretched out a finger to indicate that he had an idea. He picked up the plastic bag, found a suitable gladiolus leaf, held the tail end, and inserted it into the broken part of the big tree's branch amid the tree's exclamations.

"Grass, grass, grass, grass, it hurts, it hurts..." The tree was shivering in pain, its teeth chattering as if it was in automatic transmission, and its expression was distorted.

Fang Qingyun did this on purpose. After all, the big tree had just said that it would beat him with a stick and turn him into fertilizer. Now Fang Qingyun would naturally not let him off easily. Using gladiolus leaves to give him a slight punishment without harming his life was the limit of his tolerance.

Ignoring the big tree behind him shouting "Human, come back", Fang Qingyun continued to move forward with his new weapon. Although he disliked this big branch, he had to admit that now he had a weapon that was more convenient for him to use, which made him feel more secure.

Fang Qingyun came to the gladiolus bush, put a big branch on his shoulder, and swung a stick horizontally, smashing the gladiolus branches and leaves into the air. Some of the harder gladiolus leaves even embedded themselves in other surrounding plants like shrapnel.

The big tree that had been chattering behind him suddenly shut up, and when Fang Qingyun turned around to look at him, he even looked away.

He had to be timid... If this guy hit it with a stick, it would probably take half its life. If he said a few more words, this guy might get angry and uproot it.

Fang Qingyun did not cause trouble for the big tree. A slight punishment was enough. Now he was busy clearing the way and taking risks. He did not have the leisure to waste time on other things.

He is adapting to this body step by step. Endless power is transferred from his body to his arms, making his arms have the precision and endurance of a machine. This power is even stronger than his original self. Now with his strength, he can chop the gladiolus bushes with blunt objects and soften the wood of the trees with violence in a few strokes, just like making beef balls by hand. He can also kick the tree over with one kick, which is not much slower than an axe. If he adapts more, perhaps he will have a stronger power than in reality.

Autumn wind swept away the gladiolus bush like fallen leaves, and Fang Qingyun collected all the gladiolus leaves into a plastic bag. He was a rat, and although he could just open the road and walk on, he was used to cutting down all the gladioluses near the entire road, collecting all the materials before setting off again.

After the gladiolus was cut down, the road behind was exposed. Behind the road was a thick wall. The way forward was blocked, and replaced by a ladder. Fang Qingyun clamped the big branch under his armpit and climbed up with one hand. After climbing to the top, the next skeleton senior was in front of him. The entry of the skeleton senior read:

"I'm Guanyu, here are more survival tips"

"Before that, 90% of the newly born zombies were so hungry that they ate themselves, or were so stupid that their legs were cut off by the gladiolus and they couldn't walk anymore."

How stupid would that be... Hmm, running into a gladiolus bush and cutting off one's legs? It's hard to imagine.

"If you can read this psychological sharing, it means that you have passed the intelligence and physical tests. You should also thank Teacher Ximi for making you so great."

Yes, yes, yes... Ximi's self-boasting style is really childish.

"The mosquitoes' habitat is just ahead. Just treat them as flying shrimps and eat them. When it comes to life and death, stop being picky."

To be honest... I don't really eat shrimp, let alone big mosquitoes...

Fang Qingyun continued to read: "By the way, you don't want to eat big mosquitoes raw. Eating them raw will cause you to get bloating and kill yourself. I was killed by someone. You have to find a place where you can cook."

...It would be too cruel to eat raw monster meat and eat myself to death. I don’t want to lose my first blood in such a place. Besides, I still don’t want to eat big mosquitoes.

Fang Qingyun put down the new tip, took the big branch and walked into the habitat of the big mosquito in front. He didn't want to try the feeling of becoming food for the big mosquito, nor did he want to be skewered on the mosquito's mouthparts and become a shriveled corpse.

Maybe Fang Qingyun had imagined too big a shadow of the mosquito, so when the big mosquito appeared in front of him, he was relieved instead.

The mosquito was not as big as a person as Fang Qingyun had imagined. The length of its entire body including its mouthparts was about the size of an adult's arm, so it was not difficult to deal with.

Fang Qingyun easily dodged the mosquito's dive, and then before the mosquito turned around, he knocked it and the stick to the ground with a stick. The mosquito naturally became meat paste stuck on the stick. Or he simply didn't dodge and directly hit the mosquito with the stick, letting the mosquito dive and hit itself to death. It would be natural for him to clean up these mosquitoes.

Fang Qingyun has not yet overcome his awkwardness about eating big mosquitoes, but he still put the mosquito's body into a plastic bag.

It's a different time now. Although he won't eat the big mosquito meat now, he might not be able to find anything to eat later. Moreover, the mosquito's mouthparts might be used to make some kind of weapon. It would be a pity to throw it away now, so it's better to keep it first.

After killing all the big mosquitoes with the big branches, Fang Qingyun continued to move forward with the branches. Now he felt like some kind of wild monster, who could swing a tree trunk attack at any time, with a critical hit that could deal up to 51 damage, and stun, unbalance, and add a lot of pressure.

Further ahead is a depression with a considerable amount of water accumulated in it. As it is stagnant water, the water quality is far from crystal clear and even a bit smelly. It has a unique fishy smell. If an ordinary person came here, he would probably vomit. The turbid water makes it impossible to see the water plants on the bottom of the water, and you can even see some large mosquito eggs and larvae on the water surface.

Fang Qingyun was very reluctant to go into the water, but there was no other way. He couldn't walk over the wall like others did. Besides, the passage was so small that the depression almost covered the entire road. The wet ground made it a luxury to pass by.

Fang Qingyun touched the wall and his hands were covered with sticky mud. If he rubbed against the wall, this blue suit would probably become too shabby to wear anymore.

What else can we do? Get in the water.

Fang Qingyun rolled up his trouser legs, held the large branch in his hand, and stepped into the depression.

To his surprise, he originally thought that he could still float for a while and then swim over directly, but he didn't expect that after he entered the water, he sank to the bottom of the water two and a half meters deep like a weight. Due to the fast sinking speed, Fang Qingyun's feet even sank into the mud underneath, and it took a lot of effort for him to pull himself up and walk.

Zombies didn't seem to need to breathe, and Fang Qingyun walked comfortably on the seabed. This reminded him of the scene when he dived to the bottom of a swimming pool in his previous life and looked up. The bizarre world created a new aesthetic because of the perspective, and he felt like he was exploring outer space, and even a simple jump would make him bounce very high.

Soon, the depression came to an end. Fang Qingyun stepped out of the depression, his clothes sticking to his body. He squeezed the water out of his clothes, smoothed out the wrinkled clothes, and killed a big mosquito next to him that wanted to make a big hole in Fang Qingyun with a stick.

After packing his bags, Fang Qingyun continued on his way. Although the damp clothes made him a little uncomfortable, it did not have much impact overall. Zombies would not catch colds. He just didn't know whether not eating for so long would lead to organ failure. But now he didn't feel that special feeling of hunger.

Continuing his adventure, Fang Qingyun came to a small campsite with a few tents scattered around and a fallen tree serving as a chair. In the center of the campsite was a warm bonfire, but the color of this bonfire was not the common red and yellow, but a blue color like a ghost fire.

There was a pot with a handle hanging above the campfire in a classic picnic shape. The pot seemed to have something in it, swaying from side to side and still boiling.

Fang Qingyun came to the camp and searched several tents first, but did not find anything useful. Finally, he could only focus his attention on the pot, hoping that this haunted pot was not a trap.

Fang Qingyun used a branch to lift up the lid of the pot. The moment the branch touched the lid, the lid flew away impatiently. A blue light like a secret treasure emerging into the world shot into the sky, releasing a wisp of ghost. The ghost twisted in the air and turned into a human form.

Before we hear his actions, we can hear his voice first: "Hehehe, I, the great necromancer Ximi, have finally gotten rid of this hateful bondage and regained my freedom!"

Obviously, this is one of the protagonists of Food Addiction Dungeon, the adorable and eccentric Chef Sago.

Chapter 167: Don’t miss it if you pass by...

Perhaps because this is the state of the soul, Ximi is floating in the air, and her lower body is a long pointed tail like a ghost. Her legs and toes cannot be seen, and the overall color of her body is also that blue, which is in line with the general imagination of the soul.

There is a pair of devil horns on Ximi's head, shaped like the thick horns of the Bull Demon King, with a little twist, growing from a position slightly above the ears. The shape is such that if you want to put your head on Ximi's head, you will get stuck if you stick your face out from behind, and if you put it down from the top, two holes will be poked in your chin.

This shape reminded Fang Qingyun for a moment of a swordsman with horns in Granblue Fantasy that he had seen before, the one with a gentle temperament and holding a large samurai sword... Anyway, Fang Qingyun had never played the game, but had only heard of it. The horns of the two were similar in shape.

She wore a white chef's hat with a small skull in the middle, which seemed to explain her identity: a necromancer and a chef.

Her hair is blue, but not that kind of aqua blue or sky blue. It's more like a color that's a slight hybrid of blue and green, except that there's a little more blue, creating this slightly darker blue.

The playful fangs are like the fangs of a vampire, which will be revealed when she speaks. However, compared to the exaggerated length of the vampire's fangs that almost stick out of the mouth, Ximi's fangs only show their presence and add a playful feeling to her, making her look of the dark devil a little out of place.

Ximi was wearing a black inner lining and a white apron on the outside. She didn't look like someone who could enter the kitchen. After all, white aprons are easy to get dirty. They would look dirty after cooking just a few dishes, while the black inner lining didn't look dirty at all. Perhaps only when she lay on the bed and got a mark on it, would she realize how sloppy this black outfit was.

Perhaps because he wanted to scare people, Ximi's eyes turned red, looking like the red light emitted by the Broadsword Mine, full of danger and evil.

"During the long time I was sealed in the pot, I made a vow that if anyone could release me, I would give him a priceless gift, which is -"

Come on, if the plot hadn't changed too much... Do you think she was going to give out endless treasures? Or power that no one could reach? In fact, none of them were true. Don't forget the Destiny Grimoire. Ximi is actually the same as Fang Qingyun, both of them are hidden funny.

"…My Monster Cooking Course, I guarantee you'll learn it all, and you can retake it for free."

While saying this, Ximi's original image of the big devil changed drastically. His eyes suddenly lit up, and even the back of his head radiated colorful light, just like a low-quality advertisement, relying on visual impact to fool consumers into buying things. Ximi felt like that at the moment, and he couldn't be serious at all...

You look like you're advertising, and you've completely destroyed the slight feeling of the devil king that I just had... In the past, the devil king captured the princess, then the devil king saved the princess, and now the devil king is the princess. You've achieved the progress that others have made in more than ten years...

Now that Fang Qingyun has no mouth, he can only rely on his eyes to express his thoughts. Otherwise, he can complain about Ximi until she shrinks back into the pot in shame.

With a clicking sound, a skeleton with blue eyes walked to Ximi who was advertising at the moment. There were two shoulder guards on the skeleton's shoulders and a bunch of mushrooms growing diagonally on its head. It looked listless.

Skeleton's voice sounded like that of a tired office worker. He spoke weakly and immediately destroyed all of Ximi's small desk. "Ah... Boss, you've been hiding in the pot all day. Zhiwei is looking for you. He accidentally blew up a whole row of gas tanks just now."

Ximi's face changed. The facial features were stretched out like plasticine. He twisted it and accomplished the feat of talking to the person behind him face to face without turning his head. His tone was full of the tiredness of seeing his own naughty child getting into trouble: "...He's here again? I'm busy."

Well... None of these guys are really worry-free, and why are you so tired... You are the real naughty kid, okay?

Ximi retracted his face, as if he was a little embarrassed and blushed because his self-introduction was interrupted and ruined: "(coughing) Let me introduce myself again, I am your creator, the necromancer Ximi"

"I wanted to train an apprentice who could inherit my great cooking skills, but there was no one alive in this dungeon, so you were born."

A ghost trains a zombie to cook? Two undead creatures without a sense of taste learn how to cook for the living? I have to say, this is really a dark humor.

"If you have read the tip I wrote to you earlier, then you should know that mosquito meat cannot be eaten before it is cooked."

You're not going to act anymore, are you? You're calling yourself the lovely and great chef of Ximi? You're going to admit that you wrote the self-promotional part above, right?

"If you make a mistake in the cooking method, the wind magic contained in the mosquito meat will cause your insides to explode, just like this." Ximi seemed to have let himself go, using his head to imitate the explosion, it was so realistic that Fang Qingyun felt as if a piece of brain or bone was smashing into his face just by looking at it.

He even touched his face to confirm whether Ximi had really exploded.

Ximi restored her head to its original state: "So how can we cook delicious and safe monster food?"

Here it comes, she must be recommending the book she wrote.

"The answer is in my book 'Introduction to Sago Monster Cooking'" Sago showed a book with a blue cover and a portrait of Sago on it. Her posture was like that of Jesus holding bread in one hand and wine in the other. She looked like she would ascend to heaven at any time. It seemed that she had written this book herself.

"The fact that you have managed to pass the previous tests and come here means that you are the smartest among this group of zombies. I believe you can learn it."

No... Although I'm good at fighting, I'm really not that good at cooking... Do you want me to make you a bowl of soup so that you can have a try during the interview?

"I'm going to deal with the stupid problem my subordinates created first. You study it carefully. Bye." Ximi flew away so fast that Fang Qingyun didn't even have time to say hello to her. It seemed that she was going to cause trouble for Zhiwei who blew up the gas tank. Before Ximi left, she also dropped her recipe down.

A thick book fell to the ground, raising a layer of dust. Even for Fang Qingyun, it felt a bit heavy when he picked it up.

Turning to the first page of the recipe, there were steps on how to cook a mosquito. Fang Qingyun didn't plan to eat mosquitoes, but when he turned to the back, he found that what he made was a fried mosquito...

I really don't want to eat mosquitoes, but they are fried in salt and pepper... Seeing this, Fang Qingyun felt an unprecedented hunger. In the face of hunger, all psychological problems were no longer a problem. After a few minutes of psychological struggle, Fang Qingyun rarely abandoned his initial preparation and began to whet his appetite for the big mosquitoes.

... Forget it... I still have some backbone. It's just a big mosquito. It won't taste juicy. There are no bones. It's just meat...

Those who fly so fast every day should be lean meat...

Fang Qingyun shook his head, as if he could keep the temptation of meat out of his mind in this way, but it was obvious that the more he thought about it, the more the irritating hunger pestered him, growing wildly like a cancer attached to his bones. Fang Qingyun closed his eyes. He felt that if he thought about it any further, he might just swallow the big mosquito alive.

...At least it won't be so dirty after cooking...

Fang Qingyun finally succumbed to his hunger. It was not a question of whether he had backbone or not, but if he continued to be hungry, he might die suddenly.

He just tried to take a bite of the gladiolus leaf, and the sharp leaf almost cut his mouth into a clown shape. Expecting him to chew something as hard as steel with his mouth was just asking for trouble. Not to mention whether his stomach could digest it, he was afraid that his esophagus would be cut open halfway through eating...

Fang Qingyun looked around and there was no sign of Ximi. It seemed that she had indeed gone to deal with the farce caused by a certain Zhiwei. Fang Qingyun, who originally wanted to be lazy, had to do it himself and try to make the first formal meal in his life.