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

Fang Qingyun changed the position of his body and hid himself in front of the rhinoceros, so that the thunder sheep behind the rhinoceros could not harass him with electric discharges. He took a step forward with the shield and pushed the rhinoceros back. Then he swung the shield covered with square spikes at the rhinoceros' face like a handy stick.

The sharp thorns pierced into the rhino's unarmored front face, turning it into a bloody mess in an instant. The rhino's body temperature was also high. When Fang Qingyun hit it, he could even feel the heat from the rhino through the shield.

The rhino was stunned by the fierce blow. Then Fang Qingyun swung the axe in his other hand and swung it down like a guillotine. The sharp axe blade cut off the rhino's nose, broke its bones, and sank deeply into its flesh. Blood gushed out like water from a fire hydrant, soaking Fang Qingyun all over.

Fang Qingyun pulled back the axe and swung his shield, smashing it down from top to bottom, fixing the rhinoceros, who was about to retreat, firmly in front of him. He let the big guy escape, and then the axe stabbed into the rhinoceros's skull through the eye socket. Fang Qingyun added more force and almost poked the entire axe into the rhinoceros's eye.

The pain made the huge creature tremble violently, and its attempt to struggle was easily suppressed by Fang Qingyun. Soon, the struggle turned into a physical convulsion. Fang Qingyun pulled out his axe gun, and the aqueous humor in the rhino's eyes flowed down his arm.

Well, now I am also a ruthless guy who can kill heavy tank-level things alone. Fang Qingyun held the axe gun and used his shield to block the electric shock of the thunder sheep behind him. He was quite satisfied with his current strength.

Chapter 210: I must read this to Juer...

The Thunder Sheep naturally had no ability to resist. The lightning pierced through the air, but was ineffective in front of the durian shell shield. Fang Qingyun easily approached the Thunder Sheep with the shield, jumped up and hit the Thunder Sheep in the face with the shield. The spikes and huge force caused the Thunder Sheep to stagger and fall, with bloody holes all over its face.

Fang Qingyun wielded the axe gun, and the energy in his body surged, turning the axe gun into an exaggeratedly shining battle axe as big as an axe blade. With just a light sweep, Lei Yangyang's head fell to the ground. The severed body was still spurting blood, and the smelly blood gushed out from the wound on the neck like a tap, and it couldn't be stopped.

After changing to the long knife specially used for cutting, Fang Qingyun attached energy to it with ease. Carrying the four-meter-long knife, he decomposed the two prey into equipment materials and ingredients on the recipe. Moreover, considering the size of the two animals, Fang Qingyun estimated that killing one of each should be enough.

The amount of blood that gushed out alone would have to be measured in tons, and the remaining meat and other things would probably be enough for people with small appetites to eat for a lifetime.

Fang Qingyun clapped his hands after expertly cutting the meat into sizes that could fit into a plastic bag. Although a considerable portion of the dishes were cooked with the help of a frying pan, he still learned something by helping out whenever he had time, such as dissecting the armored rhinoceros that was like a heavy tank and using the enlarged machete to evenly divide each part into one cubic decimeter chunks of meat.

When Fang Qingyun finished the work, only the blood-stained ground was left on the grass. Perhaps the plants will grow vigorously next year.

Shuttled between the train tracks and scattered pasture areas, Fang Qingyun soon reached the end of this area. He took the elevator and went deeper. It felt like if he walked a little further, he would run into Juer.

The elevator door slowly opened, revealing a vast grassland. Lush grass and various tea spirits were growing freely in this area. Tea spirits were the spirits of tea trees. These plants, which looked like large grass balls, had not evolved intelligence, but were freely wandering and playing on the grassland. Occasionally, after smelling Fang Qingyun's scent, they would run over, pick the greenest branch of tea leaves on their heads, and hand it to Fang Qingyun.

I don't know anything about tea. Fang Qingyun was in a bit of a dilemma. He didn't know whether this branch of tea was ready for roasting. He could only accept this part of the tea and move on.

"This is a special kind of green tea," Pan explained. "This kind of green tea is versatile in another way. When used as a seasoning or mixed with other beverages, its taste will not overwhelm the main flavor. Instead, it has a unique light tea fragrance, which makes the taste of the beverage smoother without leaving only dregs. And if you take it out alone to make a pot of tea, its taste will not disappoint you."

What if someone in the family likes this in the future? Fang Qingyun accepted the gift from the tea spirit. In return, he gently touched the tea spirit's head and gave some of the monster's blood, which could serve as high-quality fertilizer, as a return gift.

The tea spirit that received the return gift happily ran back to the center of the tea spirit with blood on its head, shrank into the soil and began to absorb. Soon, a large number of tea spirits surrounded Fang Qingyun from all directions, and offered the best branch on their bodies.

Fang Qingyun gave away more than 100 kilograms of blood, and the tea he obtained was enough for some tea addicts to drink to the point of feeling nauseous at the sight of this tea.

This grassland is covered with some relatively short plants. With Fang Qingyun's limited knowledge, he can only call them grass. There is no juicy grass that can provide energy for monsters. However, there are still a large number of cattle roaming around nearby. Fang Qingyun walked closer and found that their food source is the familiar truck full of grass next to them.

Perhaps people who empathize with the pastures will find this cruel, but Fang Qingyun feels that meaningless empathy will only make a person indecisive. These pastures died because of Juer's policies. If they really want to do something, going to Juer is the best choice, instead of sitting here and making useless sympathetic remarks with an air of Xi Shi holding her heart.

Fang Qingyun has only one attitude towards the vegetarians who have tied themselves to the chicken, duck and goose processing line: either you develop the technology to artificially produce the same meat, or I will start the machine and you go and communicate with the chickens, ducks and geese yourself and ask them about their living conditions. As for whether you come back or not, it's none of my business.

Next to the truck was a huge glass culture tank. There was nothing in the tank. Either the creature had run away, or it was an empty tank from the beginning. Judging from the clean tank walls without any culture fluid, Fang Qingyun guessed it was the latter.

There was a tablet for recording information next to the culture tank. Fang Qingyun picked up the tablet and turned it on with a few operations. What was recorded on it seemed to be Ju'er's diary:

"Juer's Monster Reproduction Diary, Prologue

I have been working on monster restoration in the dungeon for a long time, but I decided to write these things down many years after my death.

The motivation for writing a diary was very simple. It was that I suddenly recalled the time when I studied monster recipes with my old friends. In the first few years after becoming a soul and returning to the human world, I was in pain and confusion. After the disaster, humans had completely disappeared from the dungeon. Everyone I knew was gone. Why could I become a soul and be reborn, but others couldn't? Why was I reborn alone, instead of dying with others?

I spent most of my time crying in the ruins of the dungeon, lying on the familiar sofa and forcing myself to recall the scene when everyone was there...

If Ximi was there at the time, she would probably laugh at me in a weird way while cooking for me to cheer me up.

But even she is gone... All I can do is sit on the sofa and wait for time to pass. Anyway, time is the least valuable thing for the undead who have no lifespan limit."

Between the lines of Ju'er's writing, she reveals her confusion about rebirth. It seems that at the beginning, Ximi had not yet been resurrected with her. Ju'er was like a confused puppet, living on memories of the past.

Fang Qingyun continued forward, and then he found another culture tank and a tablet for recording. This time, there were some dormant tea essences in the culture tank. Fang Qingyun didn't care about the tea essences. He opened the tablet with ease and read the next paragraph of Ju'er's self-narration:

"Ju'er's Monster Reproduction Diary, Part 2

I don’t know when, I was surrounded by flowers and plants in the ruins. It turned out that as time went by, this area gradually became a paradise for plants and monsters.

The butterfly fairy flew around in the flowers, firing magic bullets that blew up the giant spider that wanted to eat it, but it was ambushed by the phantom mantis and cut in half with its sharp sickle... The enlightenment mushroom emitted a cloud of spores nearby, and it wouldn't be long before those hyphae would eat up the brain of the mantis monster.

After humans disappeared, the whole world is still running, all plants are alive and well, and the monsters are struggling tenaciously in a battle of wits and courage.

The fact of human extinction cannot be changed, but I still have a lot to protect in this world... I still miss Ximi and the dishes she cooked, but I have to give up the memories that held me back in the past.

It’s still hard to let go…I still miss you so much, Ximi”

This seems to be why Juer became the king of the forest. In the long loneliness, even the dead will lose their minds. She must find something to divert her attention. Humanity is extinct, but the world is not. Becoming the guardian of a world like this, doesn't it sound romantic? Fang Qingyun felt that he seemed to understand what Juer meant, but if there was a computer that could connect to the Internet... Maybe Juer herself could become another Da Vinci through self-study?

The third log was in another culture tank not far ahead. Sleeping in the tank were the cows that we had just seen eating grass. There was a layer of vegetation growing on their backs. It was unclear whether they were eating the plants or the plants were eating them.

"Juer's Monster Reproduction Diary, Part Three

The dungeon is an unstable man-made space that was originally created for the continuation of humanity. Such a harsh environment is not suitable for monsters to live in.

In order to maintain the diversity of the dungeon's ecology, it is necessary to make major changes to the dungeon's lighting, air conditioning, and drainage. This is a huge project. If it is just me, I don't know how long it will take, but as I wrote, for an undead, time is the least valuable thing.

The undead lack entity and cannot interact with physical objects, so I used a special method. I spent a lot of time researching and gave myself a temporary entity. The price was that I looked like a monster. I used the monster form to wander around the dungeon, repairing water pipes and lighting.

I don't know when some talking plants evolved in the dungeon. They are like new humans born on the earth. They respectfully call me the king of the forest using human words. It's interesting, isn't it?

They treat me as some kind of noble being, which sounds embarrassing. I don’t want to be a cult leader! But they all call me that, so let’s leave it at that for now.”

It seems that it was also a coincidence that Ju'er became the king of the forest. Fang Qingyun thought that if what Ju'er wrote was correct, it was purely a coincidence that she became the king of the forest. The plants were frightened by her peculiar appearance and thus worshipped her as king. Ju'er was a ruler who changed her job halfway. Her view on the plant clan was to let them roam freely and they were also part of the dungeon.

This can also explain why Juer's rule is so brutal. On the one hand, she does not regard plants as superior to other species. On the other hand, her goal is to protect the ecology of the dungeon, so she treats all creatures equally. To some extent, this is another kind of discrimination for the talking plants.

Chapter 211, Juer, must be severely enlightened!

Continuing forward, as expected, there was a culture tank left by Juer in front of him. In the tank were a lot of tea spirits. The tea spirits fanned their eyes and looked at Fang Qingyun through the glass. Fang Qingyun ignored the gaze of the tea spirits, walked straight to the front of the culture tank, and picked up the tablet that Juer was using for taking notes.

"Tachibana's Monster Reproduction Diary, Tea Spirit Chapter

Tea spirits are a lower race than other plant races. They have the ability to move and have vision and hearing, but lack the high intelligence of plant races. Tea spirits can be cared for in the same way that humans planted tea trees in the past. The most suitable area is the Ashan Nature Reserve here."

The following paragraph was written by Ju'er. Her beautiful handwriting was a little too excited, resulting in some connected strokes and mistakes. Ju'er seemed to have recorded the handwriting in ecstasy and even forgot that the tablet had an erase function. Whenever she made a mistake in writing a word, she would just paint it over with a black circle.

"Just when I was renovating the Ashan Mountain and preparing to plant tea spirits, a spirit with a ghost face suddenly rushed out and scared me. Ximi is back!

No matter how much time has passed, I can never forget her arrogant expression, and I can't deny how comforting it was to see an old friend after being lonely for so long. I almost shed tears.

Simi didn't seem to want to tell me why it took so long for her spirit to return to the world of the living. I thought it would be a joyous reunion, but we had a big argument, and she described her plans to me, and I couldn't accept it.

Ximi's plan was too dangerous. I was very angry with her and she left sadly. Looking at her back, I reflected on whether I had done something wrong. Why do friends eventually fall apart because of differences in ideas?

I don't know why I'm so angry... Is it because what she's about to do negates my past efforts and all the lives in the dungeon? Or is it because I subconsciously feel that she's right and I can't refute it? "

According to Fang Qingyun's guess and reasoning, Ximi was reborn as a ghost later than Juer because of the side effect of extracting souls and sharing her magic power with Juer. When she returned to the human world, Juer had already begun to practice her own ideas. Juer could not accept Ximi's plan to open the star gate. Whether it succeeds or not, the entire underground city will be destroyed, and the two of them seem to be in a conflict because of this.

Ju'er is not sure whether her behavior is escaping from reality or sticking to herself. She thinks she is doing the right thing, but she is also worried that what she is doing is just her own opinion.

If Fang Qingyun hadn't come, the quarrel between these two best friends would probably have lasted until the next century. Ximi concealed too much, which resulted in Juer not being able to understand why Ximi was so eager to return to the human settlement. Later, Juer also concealed a lot, which resulted in Ximi not knowing why Juer was so determined to stop her, and she seemed to have a strong desire for control.

Fang Qingyun put down the tablet and continued to move forward. If it went as expected... he would face Ju'er next. Taking the elevator down, Fang Qingyun couldn't help but feel overwhelmed by what was going to happen next. On the one hand, he was worried about how to explain to Ju'er what Ximi had done, and on the other hand, he was worried about how to get Ximi out of his self-destructive tendencies.

If Jiba were to make some false accusations, Fang Qingyun, who was unable to spell words quickly, might really have to fight with Juer. Such internal friction would have no good impact on the subsequent exploration or on resisting Pu Cui's attack.

So he had an idea, took the elevator back to the original floor, and took the tablet that Juer used to record his diary. Although I was slow in searching the dictionary, I was fast at typing. Wouldn't this solve the problem of speaking? If that didn't work, I could use AI to play sentences and achieve the ability to have a conversation.

When Fang Qingyun came to the lower level of Ashan Ranch with the tablet in his pocket, to the Linwang Palace where Juer was, Jiba's disgusting boasting and praise attracted his attention. The words were so outrageous that they could be considered some kind of hymn or hymn.

"Great king, you work so hard and so selflessly for our light!" Fortunately, Jiba had no arms and legs, which limited its exaggerated movements. Otherwise, Fang Qingyun was worried that it would faint from the excitement.

When Fang Qingyun approached, he saw Ju'er's figure.

At this moment, Ju'er was still dressed as the king of the forest, except that he wore a yellow safety helmet on his head. Due to the angle of the two antlers, the safety helmet was more like being stuck between the two antlers than being "worn" on his head.

At this moment, the King of the Forest was standing on the top of a huge folding ladder, taking out various tools from the toolbox next to him, and repairing the headlight on the top. Various types of wrenches and screwdrivers were placed on the lower folding ladder. Fang Qingyun was worried that if he didn't see clearly when he came down, he might step on a screwdriver and slip, and he would be no different from Tom Cat chopping a tree.

"The lighting problem here has been solved." The King of the Forest touched the non-existent sweat on the deer head mask, looking exhausted. In order to prepare for her abdication, she worked overtime and was busy trying to deal with all the things that needed to be done. She felt that the brightness of her spirit body had dropped by one percentage point. "Next, we just need to solve the water leakage problem in Yongcui City and the miscellaneous problems in the following areas."

Jiba said with a regretful tone: "I wish I could help you with your work. If I could understand these technologies..." It seemed to notice Fang Qingyun hiding in the darkness to stop the crying of the child, so that the following words lost the hymn-like tone: "Damn, it's the zombie of the necromancer!"

Fang Qingyun walked out of the darkness without saying a word, with a spiked shield protecting him and his axe pointed diagonally at the ground. Now Ju'er was still repairing the lights. For a workaholic with a strong sense of responsibility like her, if you accidentally break the circuit that she has worked so hard to figure out... Even if Ximi came, she might not be able to save Fang Qingyun.

"Step back, Jiba, I have something to say to that zombie." The King of the Forest continued to be busy with the work at hand. Now she had to put the headlight casing back in place, so she could only tighten the screws while preparing to talk to Fang Qingyun.

"Yes, it is your will." Ji Ba slowly left, staring at Fang Qingyun fiercely, looking a bit cowardly.

"Let it listen." The emotionless mechanical voice of AI came from the tablet. Fang Qingyun operated the tablet and let the tablet's generator speak instead of his mouth. It seemed that Ju'er had no intention of fighting, but intended to have a good talk with Fang Qingyun.

If we were to have a good talk, the first thing Juer had to overcome was her overly arrogant way of dealing with things. Did she do practical things? If she did, did she publicize it? If she didn't, if she always did this, it would be like putting herself on a pedestal, turning her into another arrogant King Arthur who didn't understand people's hearts, because she was too far away from the people.

Therefore, if Juer said something to analyze herself in front of Jiba, perhaps it would help correct Jiba's unconditional belief in her, which would also be a good thing for Juer in the long run.

"Jiba, wait a minute." Ju'er didn't know how to start. Under Jiba's fanatical gaze, she felt the screwdriver in her hand become slippery, as if her spirit had awakened the ability to secrete sweat: "...I didn't know you could speak."

"There are a lot of things you don't know." Fang Qingyun fiddled with his tablet, letting it express his thoughts as quickly as possible: "I guess you don't know what Ximi wants to do, right?"

"..." Ju'er was silent for a moment, then took off her deer head mask in front of Jiba, revealing her pretty face. She looked exactly the same as in the photo Ximi left behind. The long lonely life did not affect her appearance. She was still as young as before. Ju'er's expression was complicated, full of self-blame and sadness: "Actually, I saw it all at that time..."

At that time? Fang Qingyun's brain started to work at high speed. Logically speaking, there should be a fight here, which would make Ju'er give up the fight, and even show such a self-blaming expression... No way, could she have witnessed Ximi's venting and spontaneous speech at that time?

The thorny fence next to him was stunned. He had never thought about what the King of the Forest looked like. In his memory, the King of the Forest was always a majestic figure wearing a mask, burning all unclean things with green flames. But he never thought that under the mask of the King of the Forest, there was actually a human face similar to that of the necromancer. His tongue seemed to be tied, making him unable to utter a word.

"...Isn't it shattered your imagination?" Ju'er had a complicated expression. Facing Jiba who supported her unconditionally, she felt like a liar: "I'm sorry for deceiving you for so long."

"No, no, no, you are the King of the Forest." Jiba quickly recovered from his shock and was flattered to accept the apology from the King of the Forest. This believer of the King of the Forest quickly adjusted his mindset and changed from supporting the King of the Forest alone to supporting Ju'er alone: ​​"No matter what you become, you are the great king."

Ju'er broke away from the suit of the King of the Forest and took this difficult step. Jiba lived up to everyone's expectations and expressed his willingness to follow, which made Ju'er feel much better: "...After Ximi showed that expression that day, I realized what I did...For my own desire to play house, I unreasonably gave her my responsibilities..."

"In fact, you don't have to deny your ideals." Fang Qingyun realized that Ju'er was starting to go from one extreme to another. He quickly clicked on the words and quickly changed Ju'er's mind. Otherwise, according to this trend, Ju'er would sooner or later become Ximi's yes-man, which was not what Ximi wanted to see: "Your personalities determine the way you get along and the problems you hide. Just be frank and don't deny your ideals."

Chapter 212, A Templar: We must suppress corruption!

"..." Ju'er was silent for a while: "But if the star gate is opened, the underground city will be destroyed, and I am still here doing meaningless things. Anyway, all these flaws will be destroyed along with the destruction of the underground city. Don't you think this is a kind of selfish self-satisfaction?"

Why do I feel like I've become a psychology teacher... Fang Qingyun complained in his heart. Ximi and Ju'er were the same. The two seemingly sunny people had unfathomable abysses in their hearts: "Don't give up until the end. Things will always turn around. The experience of struggling hard to get a result is also a result, isn't it?"

This is the difference between process theory and result theory. Everyone will die in the end. Do you have to be pessimistic while you are alive instead of enjoying life? Even if a person who loves life knows that he will die tomorrow, he will live the same life today as before.

So, even if the world is destroyed, what does it matter? Just do what you should do today and accept your fate calmly tomorrow. What's more... Fang Qingyun wants to move the entire underground city into hell, so what Ju'er did will not be wasted.

"Do you know?" Fang Qingyun fiddled with the tablet in his hand and made a mechanical sound: "The plants you manage are complaining about your rule. Soon, some plants will come out to overthrow you. Moreover, a speculator who looks like an ice cream cone just escaped from me recently. I am worried that he will come out and incite rebellion."

"It's actually a good thing that they want to overthrow me." Ju'er took off the tattered cloak, revealing the inside of this temporary body. In fact, there was nothing to see, it was just a temporary body bound by magic, and there was nothing revealing about it: "I'm going to abdicate, so it's a good opportunity for them to feel how to rule themselves, right? It's just the right time for them to take over from me."

"Things are not as simple as you think." If it was just an ordinary overthrow, Fang Qingyun's thoughts would probably be similar to Ju'er's. After reaching that position, power would become a burden for the person in charge who wanted to be perfect. But the key point is that the entire underground city is in danger of being corrupted by the Pure Ones. It's like cancer cells mixed into the body. If you don't stop it now, you will suffer a great loss in the future.

When Fang Qingyun thought of Pucui's appearance, he couldn't help feeling a little nauseous. Pucui, like Hell, was an expert at playing with the flesh, but Pucui was obviously more disgusting. Disordered limbs were randomly arranged on a huge flesh ball, with three or four pieces of face skin sewn on, eyeballs sticking out and hanging on both ends of the lips, and the mouth had become a disgusting thing that could only be seen when the body was split along the central axis.

If the zombies in hell still have some consistency brought by mass production, then the flesh and blood creations under Purui are the symbol of complete disorder. Compared with Purui, even the zombies in hell designed by the shampooer have considerable aesthetic appeal.

"...Do you know C-04?" Ju'er seemed to have seen something from Fang Qingyun's attitude and asked a rather secret question.

Fang Qingyun nodded. C-04 was actually the concrete manifestation of Purui's corruption. Its appearance was a mass of wriggling light red flesh and blood. This flesh and blood could infect and transform Purui's believers, turning them into disgusting and terrifying monsters and giving them inhuman powers.

At the same time, these flesh and blood will infect the land and the ground, tear out the broken souls from the organisms, forcibly hybridize them with flesh and blood, freeze their painful faces, and give them strange shapes that cannot exist in nature. A twisted and wriggling, smooth and sticky, and constantly melting monster with terrifying tentacles and sharp bone blades is enough to scare some monster lovers who are too obsessed with monsters.

It is very easy to be infected by Puritan. You only need to have tasted pain in your heart, whether it is physical or mental. The more painful it is, the more it will attract Puritan's attention. This setting reminded Fang Qingyun of the four Warhammer hawkers. The four warp evil gods are similar things, but in comparison, Puritan's power range is smaller and it is also a little more disgusting.

Although Ju'er now has a certain understanding of C-04, she only knows that this is the culprit who caused only five humans left on this planet. She does not know the true face of C-04, nor does she know about the existence of Purui.

"I know." Fang Qingyun nodded, and quickly typed a line of words on the tablet. However, in order to keep it secret, he did not broadcast this sentence, but gave it directly to Ju'er: "The corruption of C-04 is spreading, and the entire dungeon is on the verge of destruction."

"Huh? Impossible!" Ju'er was in disbelief, like an ant on a hot pot: "The doors of the Ice Qilin Research Institute are clearly intact! How could C-04 penetrate? No... I have to go and take a look."

"It's unclear whether C-04 has leaked out." Fang Qingyun denied Ju'er's guess, which made Ju'er feel relieved. But the next sentence made Ju'er jump as if she was pricked by a needle: "But who told you that C-04 can only be infected through C-04 itself?"

The thorny fence next to him was confused. He had no idea what Fang Qingyun was talking about. He could only see that his beloved King of the Forest quickly reached a consensus with Fang Qingyun. Juer took off his cloak and gave up his identity as the King of the Forest, and temporarily followed Fang Qingyun in the form of Juer.

"Dear King of the Forest" Jiba watched Ju'er leave. Worried about being abandoned, he spoke in a chanting and sighing tone: "Please take me with you. Even if you have to sacrifice me, I will sacrifice myself on the road to serving the king."

Ju'er turned her head to look at Fang Qingyun. Now she followed Fang Qingyun's lead. After all, Fang Qingyun had a better understanding of C-04, so he had to make the decision in this regard. After careful consideration, Fang Qingyun chose to refuse. On the one hand, the combat effectiveness of the thorn fence was not very good. Once it was corrupted, it might add new forces to the opponent, which would not be worth the loss.

"Ji Ba, this is not a joke." Ju Er received Fang Qingyun's message, and she began to patiently enlighten Ji Ba. What she said made Fang Qingyun look sideways: "You are my loyal subject. I need you to live and contribute to me. Just let me do this kind of thing."

Ji Ba wanted to say something, but Ju'er had already started on her way. She had to rush to the Bingqilin Biological Research Institute to check out the situation. According to Fang Qingyun, if C-04 did not leak, the infection could still be barely suppressed. If it leaked, the dungeon would be on the countdown to destruction.

Fang Qingyun displayed his phosphorus wings and flew side by side with Ju'er. Under Ju'er's familiar guidance, Fang Qingyun quickly reached the elevator and went to the next floor: Ice Qilin Biological Research Institute.

The Ice Kirin Biological Research Institute really lived up to its name of ice. When the elevator door opened, the white snow covered the ground. The cold wind blew in from the gap of the elevator's hollow wire door, making Fang Qingyun, who was wearing only armor and a single piece of clothing, feel the cold for the first time. But soon, the dragon fruit food quickly provided heat in his body, and his hands quickly returned to a warm state.

God knows how advanced human technology is in this world to be able to create snow in the dungeon.

Ju'er could still fly with the help of magic, but Fang Qingyun's phosphorus wings retracted by themselves in such temperature. He could only walk towards the building in front with dim lights, one step deep and one step shallow.

In front of the building, there was a square stone half covered with ice and snow, which seemed to be the main entrance of the research institute. The rest of the stone had collapsed. Fang Qingyun wiped it with his hand, and a line of uneven carved words appeared on the stone: Ice Qilin Biological Research Institute.

Behind this stone is a large monster skeleton with two skulls. The twisted bones look like the product of a child's mischievous twisting, and the connection method without any aesthetic appeal looks like the malicious graffiti of the Creator. This may be the remains of C-04 left after the catastrophe. At least Fang Qingyun searched his memory and did not find any similar monsters.

He poured out the snow from his shoes on the stall at the door and wiped off the snow that had got stuck in the grooves of the soles. Then Fang Qingyun pushed open the door of the research institute. The warm spring air came out and warmed Fang Qingyun's heart.