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

This camp also has a kitchen that can be used for cooking, but Fang Qingyun did not find more ingredients. The big vine was defeated and did not drop any materials. The only new ingredient encountered later was the dragon fruit, which was a hot potato. Not many dishes could be made with it, so he could only use it to make weapons.

After saying hello to Zhiwei and Khamur as usual, Fang Qingyun went to find a quiet place to make his new weapon. Khamur looked at Fang Qingyun's departing back and said, "He doesn't seem to need my help..."

Worried that Khamur had lost the meaning of existence, Zhiwei patted Khamur on the back with great force, causing Khamur to sink two centimeters. "It's okay. Everyone's existence has its value..."

"Then I can only slack off..." Khamul said in a Versailles manner, casually put the hammer back on the anvil, and stretched comfortably. This action made Zhiwei, who was about to comfort him, stunned where he was.

"It looks like someone has become a clown." Ximi was happy to watch the fun. His provocative expression made Zhiwei helpless but relieved... Khamur used to have a tendency to be depressed and pessimistic. It seemed that he survived just to complete his work. Once he lost his job, it was hard to guarantee that he would not have wild thoughts. It was a good thing that he was not so depressed now.

...Is he really a genius? Ximi, who was standing next to him, obviously had different ideas from Zhiwei. She looked at Fang Qingyun's back, the armor that covered his neck, and the hammer that killed a Pipi shrimp with one blow. Ximi was not very surprised at his fighting ability. After all, if it were her turn, she could kill all the Pipi shrimp with just one sword.

The main thing is that Ximi only gave Fang Qingyun a recipe book, nothing else. Could this exquisite armor be the power of the mysterious hammer? Forget about these, why does he have traces of eating dragon fruit?

As mentioned before, eating unprocessed monsters directly can lead to serious consequences. If there are mistakes in the processing of ingredients, such as not peeling the crispy frog legs when roasting, eating them can lead to serious consequences, such as the skin festering all over the body like a Nurgle Chaos Warrior, and the whole body will rot and melt.

After all, a recipe is like making medicine, each step is indispensable, just like walking on a tightrope, you need to find a balance, and any mistake in any step will have irreversible consequences.

Ximi remembered clearly that the book she gave only contained a small part of the recipes and did not include the methods of processing dragon fruit. It was not that she was hiding something from him, but the methods of processing these recipes alone made this cookbook as thick as a small dictionary.

Could it be that this zombie can invent a new recipe? But I haven't received any news about the zombie recycling... Then how did he try out a brand new recipe with only one life? This is as difficult as asking a monkey to type randomly and finally type out a copy of Dream of the Red Chamber word for word.

Could it be that he is really a genius? Ximi was a little skeptical about life. She had only seen Zhang Bo, a genius like him. Zhang Bo, with his mortal body and without the help of magic, relied on his own experience and attempts to cook a dish with monsters. The taste was so delicious that people almost ate their tongues.

...So how did he do it? Ximi was puzzled.

On the other side, Fang Qingyun looked at the flail in his hand made from melted shrimp shells and nodded with satisfaction. The flail is also an armor-piercing weapon. The main components are a hammer head full of spikes, a handle held in the hand, and a chain connecting the hammer head and the handle.

The main attack method of the flail is to swing the chain by twisting the wrist, allowing the hammer head to accumulate power under the traction of the chain. When the hammer head is accelerated to a certain degree and hits the enemy, it will break the enemy's armor like a dead tree or rotten wood, and cause a devastating blow to the fragile body inside.

In addition, Fang Qingyun specifically asked Uncle Iron Hammer for help. When making the hammer head, he did not add various types of spikes like other flails, but added some raised edges to break armor. In addition, the hammer head was filled with dragon fruit, so it was no different from a red-hot iron ball when it was swung.

For safety reasons, the chain is not made long. Even if the hammer head falls naturally, it will not touch the hand holding the handle, so there is no need to worry about burning yourself.

Taking into account the situation of facing various heavily armored prey, Fang Qingyun finally gave up all kinds of bladed weapons and chose the flail instead. This thing is not as difficult to use as the nunchaku, but it has stronger armor-piercing ability if used well. It is an excellent choice for novices.

...Then Fang Qingyun suffered a loss...

Because the situation in the second half of the slum area of ​​the Lohas community is different from the previous one. At least someone had lived in the first half. Although the houses were a bit dilapidated, at least traces of human activities could be seen. The second half has completely become a paradise for mushrooms. The mushrooms that are as tall as their calves can support Fang Qingyun's weight, allowing him to walk on them as if they were flat ground.

Among the mushrooms, there are occasionally some mutated thorny mushrooms. Their caps are hard and have a spear-like protrusion on the top. They are extremely sharp and will definitely hurt more if you step on them than on civilian anti-personnel mines like Lego.

In this mushroom forest, the monsters wandering around were naturally not related to the heavily armored monsters Fang Qingyun had seen before. Instead, they turned into large mushroom men with legs.

Of course, the big mushrooms here do not refer to those green-skinned guys who come up waaagh with their patchwork weapons, but some mushroom people with brightly colored mushroom caps.

When those half-man-tall and one-man-tall mushroom men trotted to Fang Qingyun's side with obscene expressions and sprayed colorful and dreamy spore mist with intoxicated expressions, Fang Qingyun fled for the first time and used his phosphorus wings to speed up his escape from the battlefield.

I have to say, when it comes to perversion, these mushroom people are the best.

But soon, Fang Qingyun, who had made himself a simple gas mask, returned to the battlefield. Although he did not need to breathe and the gas mask was just psychological garbage, he was still able to calmly swing the flail in the spore mist and smash these mushroom people into the ground with one hammer.

"...Actually, they just have obscene expressions..." The hammer and the frying pan were trembling in the plastic bag. It was the first time they saw Fang Qingyun so angry. The flail was almost swung like a windmill in the hands of a beginner like him. Even if the dragon fruit was not stimulated to heat up, the force of the swing alone was enough to hit the mushroom man and make the mushroom flesh fly everywhere.

"And those spores and the like can also be collected and used as weapons." This was said by Tiechui. Pingpan didn't dare to interrupt. He was afraid that if he said that they could be used to cook, Fang Qingyun would just throw him away.

Soon, Fang Qingyun discovered that those spores were not the disgusting things he had imagined, but rather strong dust that was irritating and corrosive. They made a hissing sound when they fell on the protective mucus secreted from Fang Qingyun's body. If they fell on his body, they would probably burn a hole in it.

Fortunately, after Fang Qingyun realized the murderous intention behind it, he used all his strength to fan his phosphorus wings and quickly blew away the spores.

Of course, after witnessing the corrosiveness of these spores, Fang Qingyun overcame his inner obstacles and calmly used a glass bottle taken out of a courier box abandoned in a corner to fill a bottle with spores for research.

There was a notice board next to the express delivery, which roughly meant that if anyone was found with pots or other things at home, they would be shot. If anyone was found with bottles or cans that could hold water, they would also be shot.

Fang Qingyun was puzzled. If everyone was shot, how could he drink water? Should he hold it in his hands? If he took a toothbrush and walked around, most of his family members would be shot.

After all, there are many highly corrosive liquids, but it is very rare that a solid liquid can burn through thin iron sheets.

If this thing can be mass-produced, it can be used as another kind of white phosphorus bomb. White phosphorus bombs stick to people and burn, and are difficult to clean. If this kind of spores fall on ordinary people, as long as there is enough time, a spore particle can even burn through a person's body and leak out from the other side. It is basically impossible to pick out these things that are smaller than sand from the body.

But the greater possibility is that these spores will dissolve in body fluids and be transported to various parts of the body through the blood, thus causing irreversible danger to the organs... This is another dangerous biological weapon...

After obtaining enough spores, Fang Qingyun also cut off some samples of other mushrooms and the caps of mushroom men. These things might undergo some special mutations in hell. If he is lucky, he won't have to worry about soldiers in the future.

Even if you are unlucky, mushrooms as scavengers should be able to process the garbage discharged by the Hell Factory, just completing the natural cycle, which is all positive profit.

It’s just that it’s better to keep the settlements of these mushroom people away from residential areas... otherwise, if they run into residential areas, they will be as disgusting as the perverted uncles, so it’s better not to raise them.

Continuing to move forward, Fang Qingyun successfully passed through this mushroom area. Except for a few times when his feet were pierced by the sharp mushrooms and he had to stop to rest, there were no major problems.

"In fact, these mushrooms reproduce quite quickly." Pan obviously had a thorough understanding of monsters: "The highly toxic spores they release are purely for self-protection. They cannot reproduce and produce new individuals. However, when they are idle, the spores that fall off naturally are individuals that can reproduce."

"...Although it looks a bit vulgar," Tiechui added, "but using the poison caps on their heads and the spores can make a very delicious mushroom soup... But if it's not handled properly, it's not as simple as catching a villain. It's probably the same as drinking concentrated sulfuric acid..."

Chapter 187: Ximi’s ability to interrupt is truly extraordinary...

In order to complete the entire exploration, Fang Qingyun relied on his phosphorus wings to fly in this place that had become a semi-primitive forest. It turned out that when this place was built, in order to increase the space and squeeze in more people, several floors were built to make it look like a mountain city. In addition, it was originally for the poor to live in, so the architecture here was full of perfunctory atmosphere, and you would get lost if you were not careful.

The intricate three-dimensional map was like a maze, and Fang Qingyun circled around several times before he found a different place. He passed over the umbrella of an oversized mushroom and saw a color that was out of tune with this mushroom forest.

The lights in this area seemed to be damaged, so Fang Qingyun could see some fluorescent mushrooms not far away more clearly. Behind the fluorescent mushrooms, there was a large culture chamber two people tall. The chamber had built-in lights that illuminated the three mushroom people of different sizes inside.

Fang Qingyun walked straight over and found that there was a wire gate blocking the way in the middle. It seemed that the brightness of the fluorescent mushrooms interfered with Fang Qingyun's vision, so he did not notice the wire gate in the middle.

After walking along the wire door for a while, Fang Qingyun found the door to enter. He first picked up the fluorescent mushrooms around him. Even without the roots, these mushrooms still emitted a faint blue light, which could barely illuminate the ground five meters in front of him. Fang Qingyun held the mushrooms and came to the culture chamber with the light provided by the mushrooms.

It was unclear whether the mushroom man was dead or alive, standing shriveled inside. Next to him was a handwritten recording board with beautiful handwriting saying, "Fungal monsters need to be cultivated in moist, warm, dark areas to maximize their growth rate. The Lohas communities that were used to concentrate the poor are the best choice. A week after the spores were released, most mushrooms grew well. The red thorn mushrooms use their sharp caps to pierce large organisms that fall on them to obtain nutrition."

So, the characteristics of the Lohas community, a slum concentration camp, are supermarkets, warmth, and darkness? Which of these three characteristics has anything to do with human habitability? After all, it's the end of the world, isn't it a bit stupid to divide people into different levels based on whether they are rich or poor?

Also, be careful not to bring that red thorny mushroom that pricked my feet several times into hell. It would be terrible if someone got hurt by it.

"Three months after restoration, the ecology here has stabilized. Snails will eat the overgrown fungi, and the larvae of fireflies will catch snails. In order to avoid disturbing the ecological stability here too much, we come here to record it every three months."

In other words... can electric snails, mushroom people, and that firefly-killing thing complete the closure of the ecosystem? This should be remembered, and you can use this as a reference when cultivating the ecosystem in hell.

The touch screen record pad can be scrolled down. Fang Qingyun slid the scroll bar next to it, revealing a line of... to put it mildly, rather uninhibited handwriting: "Hey, I'm Ximi. I know you'll be angry if you find me writing on your record... and your angry expression is funny, so I just wrote it!"

Looking at the bold exclamation mark, Fang Qingyun suspected that the owner of this notebook would be very angry... Put yourself in his shoes. If Fang Qingyun's notebook, which he used to write settings, was written with these things, his blood pressure would definitely rise...

"I'm here to ask that. That is... when you were growing mushrooms nearby, did you find the zombie soldier I made? After I let him out in the last experiment, he never came back. He has the heart of the Shadow Demon Duck that I saved up a lot of money to buy. If you find it, can you give it to me?"

...Well, a good research note has turned into a chat room... Sometimes I don't know what Ximi's train of thought is like. Isn't it just to stir up trouble to write in other people's research notes?

But think about it from another angle. If the other party unilaterally cut off contact with Ximi, Ximi would be unable to contact the other party, so it is understandable that she would resort to this desperate measure... But if Ximi goes back to hell with Fang Qingyun, she must stay away from Viola and Evelyn's report.

This slum area can't be said to be bad, it can only be said that it has nothing to do with livability, and there are bulletin boards with propaganda posters everywhere. The words of unity and progress on them seem so ironic in this terrible living environment... Perhaps to express dissatisfaction, there are indecent patterns painted on them in many places.

A regime that even imposes high-pressure control on cooking is as insane as some people in Japan who live a good life. In any case, they all have diode thinking. When living is already difficult, they still implement the so-called high-pressure control. It's like a teacher who makes people copy a hundred times to show off his authority. It will only make people dislike them.

After picking more fluorescent mushrooms, Fang Qingyun walked out of the slums through the twists and turns with the help of the light emitted by the fluorescent mushrooms. In front of him was the elevator to the next floor. There was also a sign next to the elevator indicating that this was the elevator to the park.

A park in the slums? How could anyone have the time to visit a park when they were almost starving to death? Fang Qingyun shook his head, walked past the sign, and entered the elevator.

Along with the mechanical broadcast, the light from the next floor shone on Fang Qingyun's face. He looked at Khamul who was standing in front of him waiting for him with a look of surprise.

No way, why do you follow me wherever I go?

Khamur's outfit this time was different from before. He was wearing a somewhat old surgical gown with blood stains on it. He had a sterile cap on his head that only doctors in operating rooms would wear. He was holding a bone saw in his hand, and an iron bucket next to him was filled with various organs.

"My boss asked me to install something for you as an employee benefit," Khamur said calmly. The table next to him was covered with blood that could not be washed away. "It is not easy to find usable organs from so many dead bodies. Please cherish them."

Seeing that Khamur bent down and took out two feet from the iron bucket, even the most socially anxious person would become willing to communicate after knowing that his heels would be fitted with two dead people's feet. For example, Fang Qingyun, who was the kind of person who went to the barber shop to get a haircut and just had a slight trim, and who didn't meet his inner standards but still hesitated for a long time and didn't ask for redoing, still waved his hands like crazy when faced with this situation.

I want to strengthen my body, but not this kind of strengthening... I want a transformation with three lungs and two hearts that can allow my body to go into space, not a transformation that requires using a bone saw to add two more legs... People who know you know that you are undergoing a transformation, but people who don't know you may think you are Professor Frankenstein.

Seeing Fang Qingyun's reluctance, Khamur reiterated: "Are you sure you want to give up the transformation? After installing the dead man's feet, you can gain the ability of double jump, which can save space in the stomach for salted and fried mosquitoes. While facilitating exploration, you can also gain stronger combat power. The only price you pay is to install two feet."

I would accept it if you could just give me two wings, but putting two feet on my heels will make my joints twisted like a bird. Even if you can install them and make me fly in seconds, I still don't want them.

Seeing Fang Qingyun's clear attitude, Khamur nodded and no longer forced Fang Qingyun to install it. Instead, he began to pack up his things and prepared to go back to fish.

Having escaped the danger, Fang Qingyun breathed a sigh of relief and quickly left Khamul, fearing that there would be more components on his body in a blink of an eye.

The so-called park in the slums actually no longer looks like a park. Thanks to the red thorny mushroom spores spread by the "unknown" researcher, the park is now full of deadly red thorny mushrooms. Fortunately, Fang Qingyun has phosphorus wings and can fly directly over, so these densely packed red thorny mushrooms did not stop Fang Qingyun.

However, this land was not as simple as he imagined. In addition to the red thorny mushrooms, there were also some jet mushrooms buried underground. They emitted yellow gas into the sky, just like anti-aircraft guns laid out on the ground, intending to shoot down Fang Qingyun. Once he was shot down and fell dizzy on the red thorny mushrooms on the ground, it would be really chilling.

However, the stench could not reach Fang Qingyun who was flying high up. As long as he flew fast enough, the stench could not catch up with him.

But soon, some yellow insects half a person's height surrounded Fang Qingyun, the intruder, from all directions. Judging from the bright light on their tails, these might be the fireflies mentioned in the notes?

When the Luying discovered Fang Qingyun, the lights on their tails lit up, and then the Luying pointed its tail as far as possible towards Fang Qingyun, and shot a laser in Fang Qingyun's sight...

Then, due to this poor hit rate, Fang Qingyun was fine, but the fireflies that surrounded him were beaten up by their own people. Various lasers hit the fireflies themselves, causing large groups of fireflies to crash like airplanes that were hit, with bullet holes caused by various lasers.

Fang Qingyun looked at the patch of red thorny mushrooms where they crashed and silently made a cross, hoping that falling on those mushrooms that were comparable to the King of Thorns would not cause too much damage to these fireflies.

But Fang Qingyun did not forget his duty. He flapped his wings and fell at a faster speed. He caught a few fireflies in the air and killed them with a few cuts before putting them into a plastic bag.

"Wow, Fireflies, who knows how these fireflies can shoot lasers with their butts, although those are just weakened lasers." Tiechui commented enthusiastically on the corpses of Fireflies that had just been thrown into the bag: "Using the 'light bulbs' at their tails, you can make good lanterns... and they can also shoot lasers."

"The edible value is not high," Pan said with little interest: "Maybe in the future there will be recipes for killing fireflies, but now, these things are of no use to cooks."

After hearing what Pan and Hammer said, Fang Qingyun only took the corpses of about ten Fireflies. He would use these Fireflies to forge new weapons. As for the extra ones... he would just put them in plastic bags for now. Maybe he could throw these Fireflies into Hell in the future. In this way, every link of the Mushroom Forest ecosystem would be complete. No matter how primitive and backward they were, these Fireflies could shoot lasers, which might greatly raise the technological level of Hell.

Chapter 188, Slime Tide?

After collecting Luying's corpse, Fang Qingyun continued to move forward, but soon he was blocked by a green "wall". The smooth and sticky green wall seemed to be made of a ball of green snot. When he put his hand in, it felt like he was putting his hand into the mouth of some monster. It was so sticky that it was almost stringy.

There is only one way forward. If Fang Qingyun cannot overcome it, then this journey will end here. He certainly cannot be blocked by this big snot-like wall. Fortunately, this "big snot" does not have any peculiar smell. Fang Qingyun drilled through it. Except for some that were stuck to his hair and were difficult to deal with, the rest were quickly torn off by Fang Qingyun.

This should be where the slimes live, right? The green puddles on the ground are somewhat elastic and sticky when stepped on. The green liquid on the walls and in the middle of the road is like a spider web. If a small insect flies in, it will most likely be stuck and unable to move.

Soon, accompanied by a gurgling sound, a ball of green slime rolled towards Fang Qingyun. It was like a tire without a strict shape, and it relied entirely on rolling to maintain a fast speed.

When the slime "saw" Fang Qingyun, it excitedly made gurgling sounds. Soon, countless gurgling sounds came from all directions. The slimes without fixed shapes squeezed out from the cracks in the sewers and from the grids of the exhaust pipes. There was no place they could not get out of.

Soon, these slimes gathered into a green tide and rushed towards Fang Qingyun. As they flowed towards Fang Qingyun, a large amount of corrosive mucus shot out from the slimes like indirect artillery shells, covering Fang Qingyun with firepower.

The surrounding walls and ceilings are all covered with this mucus, so Fang Qingyun cannot use his phosphorus wings to ensure his mobility. Although he should be able to break free from the "sticky board", he does not want to become the target of the Slime Maru.

But an embarrassing thing happened. The kitchen knife and battle axe on Fang Qingyun's body were not suitable for dealing with this group of shapeless monsters. The reason why the flail could cause damage was purely because of the evaporation effect on the slime due to the high temperature and heat.

A single slime may be killed by the high temperature of the flail, but facing a group of slimes, no matter how powerful the flail is, it will be useless. If it evaporates, it evaporates. For Green Tide, these losses are insignificant.

Fang Qingyun kept his wings flapping at the minimum range of motion, giving him an upward acceleration. So when he started running, Fang Qingyun easily completed the wall-bouncing action, and also borrowed force from the stickiness of the wall. In a flash, he passed through the gap in the green tide that had not yet completely covered the entire passage.

"Don't forget to grab some slime," Tiechui emphasized. "Slime is a high-quality lubricant and a good natural rubber. After processing, it can even be made into some natural gels and plastics for special purposes."

"It can also be used to make soup," the pan added, "Slime slime is very delicious when used to make soup. It can enhance the umami flavor of food and neutralize the corrosiveness of some ingredients. But if it is not handled properly...it will increase the corrosiveness of the ingredients and eventually turn the eater into a new slime."

...Well, there is no other way. Fang Qingyun, who had drilled over the top of the slime green tide, now has a way to retreat. After exchanging positions with the green tide, his way forward is naturally smooth. Even if the green tide wants to catch him, he can leave calmly and continue exploring.

Drawing the power of lightning out of his body, Fang Qingyun electrified the mucus secreted from his body. The crackling arcs of electricity pierced through the air and jumped on his body.

Some slimes around that failed to join the green tide saw such a delicious meal in front of them and pounced on Fang Qingyun. Some of them even went through Fang Qingyun's trouser legs and wanted to stuff his feet into their bodies to digest them, but soon, the purple lightning taught them what a numb mouth was.

The slimes that were electrocuted unconscious soon became food in Fang Qingyun's plastic bag. After collecting several balls of slime, Fang Qingyun decisively chose to run away. If he didn't run away, when the green tide came over, even the stones on the big vines would be sucked by the slime until nothing was left.

After escaping from the pursuit of the green tide, Fang Qingyun shook his head. The park in this world was really terrifying. Although he had ways to counter the slime, facing the rolling green tide, the energy stored in his body at one time was limited. Once the slime entangled him and started sucking the energy and nutrients in his body, he basically couldn't escape.

From a distance, Fang Qingyun finally saw the park sign. Now the park was just an empty shell. The activity area that was supposed to be restricted by the steel wire gate was already blurred. The steel wires were covered with traces of rust and breakage. The iron gate on the side also collapsed. It was not known whether it was like this before all the humans died, or if time had made everything like this.

The entrance to the park still had the familiar notice board and the familiar obscene graffiti, but this time, the words on it were somewhat recognizable:

The Lohas Poor Park is a public activity space for the poor at the bottom of society. It is prohibited to set up stalls, make donations, and other profit-making activities in the park. Violators will be shot on the spot.

...My goodness, this world is really perverted... Fang Qingyun shook his head. The situation faced by this world is actually the same as that of The Wandering Earth, except that The Wandering Earth took the initiative to leave the sun and wander, causing the ground temperature to drop and become unsuitable for human habitation. The Food Addiction Dungeon is a major social crisis caused by the sun growing legs and running away.

What is similar is that both The Wandering Earth and Dungeon Addiction use the method of building dungeons to maintain human survival, but Dungeon Addiction, which has a higher level of technology and magic, also built star gates to transport humans to new colonies.

In order to complete the grand idea of ​​building a star gate, a large amount of manpower and material resources were mobilized. Unfortunately, the people at the top had no intention of taking the people at the bottom with them. It seemed that the people at the bottom existed only to provide labor.

So the seemingly stupid executions are for the purpose of high-pressure control. People can endure darkness as long as they have not seen the light, and the source of light is very pure, it could be a bowl of hot food, or it could be a hand extended by other people. All of these may lead to riots among the lower-level people. Therefore, the upper-level officials suppress human nature through high-pressure control, so that the lower-level people will provide manpower for the Stargate Project without regrets.

Fang Qingyun's comment on this was: What a ridiculous train of thought.

He shook his head, walked down the moss-covered steps, and saw the dining carts and weapons shops that seemed to be everywhere.

"Hey, new guy!" Ximi waved his hand vigorously at Fang Qingyun: "I heard that you refused to install new dead man's feet?"

Fang Qingyun nodded, then flapped his phosphorus wings to steadily send himself to the air one decimeter above the ground. This kind of high-maneuverability wings can change the gameplay of the game. Forget about giving me a double jump. I won't even switch to a bullet jump if you give me one.

"That's right..." Ximi observed the phosphorus wings behind Fang Qingyun: "The superiority and functionality of this thing far exceeds that of the dead man's feet, and I don't have a good alternative... Anyway, there will be many such modifications in the future. If you don't like it, just refuse it. I will notify Khamur to prevent him from working in vain."

"The boss always does what he wants." Khamur stood beside the weapon shop with his hands down, his figure looked desolate. "You'll get used to it... but it's a pity that I spent several hours digging up corpses."

"...Khamul, you don't want your salary anymore, right?" Ximi looked so angry that she was pissed off by her own employees. Her exaggerated acting made Khamul not take it seriously. Seeing that no one paid attention to her, Ximi floated up and talked to Fang Qingyun as if nothing had happened: "Since our apprentice is here, that means you have passed through the slime sewer?"

...Isn't that a park? Why do you say it's a sewer?

"You may not want to know that those corrosive liquids are actually slime poop. I hope you haven't been soaked in it." Ximi stabbed Fang Qingyun again. Fang Qingyun was speechless. Now it was still stuck to his hair, so there was no odor. Otherwise, he would be fighting a battle with a cesspool with firecrackers, and there would be no other gain except having his hands full of poop.

"After walking through the park in the front area full of talking vegetable monsters, you will come across the habitat of giant crabs. Believe me, those are definitely the biggest crabs you have ever seen, and they taste super delicious." Ximi turned his head and made an expression as if he could hardly control himself because of the fragrance.