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

Ximi was obviously teasing Juer, and Juer lived up to expectations and exploded like a firecracker. However, Juer still knew what was important and what was not. She just glared at Ximi, then repeated the question and waited for Fang Qingyun's answer.

Fang Qingyun showed his tablet and started typing: "Yes, didn't you say that you wanted to preserve the dungeon as much as possible? So I killed an ambitious person to prevent the entire dungeon from being led astray by an ambitious person, and then brought these plants to capture monsters and preserve as many traces of human existence as possible."

"...You did a good job." Ju'er's face was stiff. She wanted to praise someone but was too shy to do so. She could only speak in this way. Moreover, it seemed that her spirit would become unstable if she was nervous. Sweat flowed down her head as if it was refreshed. "Then I will praise you a little. You are worthy of being an apprentice."

Before Ximi wanted to continue to "tease" Ju'er, Fang Qingyun interrupted her and brought everyone to the picnic table: "Next, let's discuss how to get out. For now, I have only planned how to leave this area. I have no idea how to get to the next area, so... do you have any suggestions?"

When it comes to important matters, Ximi stopped interrupting. She touched her chin and looked upwards, as if she was thinking about something. Zhiwei next to her was scratching his head so hard that bone chips flew everywhere. Juer pretended to be thinking without finding anything, and looked up as if she was looking for a gap in the ceiling. The big vines and thorn fences next to them were in a serious state, as if they were just here to create the atmosphere.

"...We can go by train," Khamur, a wise man who rarely talks nonsense and is always thoughtful, made a suggestion. He pointed his finger at the simple map drawn by Ju'er and said, "I don't know if you have noticed that there were a lot of trains passing by Ashan recently, but they were moving around without any passengers."

Fang Qingyun nodded. He had always thought that the train was spinning in place. The intervals in between were so short that it seemed that if the speed slowed down, it would cause a derailment like a chain reaction.

"I remember those trains were all remotely controlled by AI, right?" Ximi touched his smooth chin and continued, "I remember that on the day of the disaster, which was the day of doomsday, the super AI that managed these trains stopped working for some reason, but recently these trains have started working again..."

"So now those super AIs have finally gotten rid of the freeze and are back in operation, right?" Juer crossed her arms over her chest, a defensive move that revealed her slightly larger bust than Ximi's. "I guess they are recalling these trains in order to recover resources for repairing the dungeon facilities."

"As long as we follow the train, we will reach an area controlled by super AI. Once we find the super AI, everything will be solved." Ximi clapped his hands, "It will be easy to find out where the star gate is, and it will be easy to open the star gate. We can even use the super AI to allow these plants to migrate quickly, instead of relying on their two legs like now."

"So we have our means of transportation, and our next target is determined?" Fang Qingyun added, "I just don't know if the train has any stops. The trains in Ashan are running crazy. They're not running too fast, but flying too low. I don't think all of us have the ability to hijack a train."

Zhiwei raised his hand, indicating that he was about to speak. Although this action was not offensive, it still looked oppressive to a big guy like him, as if he was going to slap some unlucky kid's head into his chest. "I know this road well. Isn't the Zhongxiao New Town Railway Station just a little further ahead? I can just take the train there."

"It looks like the problem has been solved," Ximi spread his hands, "The next thing we need to solve is the issue of personnel allocation. We can't just leave the apprentices alone, right? If we can't contact the apprentices, it's hard to guarantee that there won't be any mistakes in the connection."

It’s okay to let me do whatever I want, I’m very independent.

"Someone needs to cover the rear, someone needs to provide support in the middle, and someone needs to lead the way in the front." Khamur proposed a more conservative plan: "The apprentice will probably have to lead the way, but we also need someone who is familiar with the terrain to help the apprentice find the way, so that the apprentice doesn't go the wrong way and has to run back."

"Leave this to me," Juer took on the task without hesitation. "I can contact Ximi remotely, and I am also familiar with the routes in this area. By the way, Ximi, can't you contact the apprentice directly? You created the apprentice."

"Maybe there's some interference." Ximi spread his hands carelessly. "Anyway, the connection between the mage and the servant to contact the apprentice was greatly interfered with. It's like doing finger exercises, belly dancing and walking on a tightrope on one foot. Even if I try my best, I can't connect to this network."

"Leave the centering to me and Yating," Zhiwei showed his axe. "We are both capable, so there is no need to worry about any mistakes. Besides, I am the only one who can drive. By the way, Yating was able to connect to the apprentice's tablet with her tablet just now. It seems that there is WiFi when we get closer to this side. In this way, even if the apprentice is leading the way in front, we can still pass on the apprentice's orders."

"Then I'll cover you." Ximi shrugged and said, "Khamul, you come with me. You know I'm not good at thinking. If I do something stupid, I won't be able to pull myself back."

"That's settled then," Fang Qingyun concluded, "We will now divide the team into three groups: front, middle, and back. We will go to the train station to catch a train separately. After arriving at the destination, we will gather together and head to the location of the super AI. Time is running out, so we must move immediately."

"By the way, where's Wangcai?" Ju'er looked around but couldn't find the familiar green figure: "Wangcai is not lost, is he?"

"Wangcai ran out to have fun, and you know it's a situation where you can't let go." Fang Qingyun shrugged and transferred his responsibility. After all, it was he who fed Wangcai, and only then would Wangcai run to the front of the team to digest his food.

"It's ok as long as it's not lost." Ju'er breathed a sigh of relief and turned to the big vines and thorn fence next to him: "You two just stay next to me. The plants here don't seem to be friendly to the king of the forest. If they catch you, it won't be easy."

"Let me help too," a voice interrupted the conversation. Fang Qingyun turned his head and saw everyone's expressions as if they had seen a ghost. The person who came was Professor Mushroom. At this moment, he moved his neck and straightened the mushroom that served as his head: "Ju'er and Teng Ge were too cruel. My neck is twisted."

"...This is a necessary sacrifice to ensure that you don't commit suicide." The big vine organized his words with a cold face, and then guaranteed his status: "You are shouting that you want to devote yourself to science, and at the same time you are rushing into those monsters. In order to protect your life, I can only resort to this last resort."

"If I had known that I could come here to witness a great migration that only happens once in a thousand years, I wouldn't have been so impulsive." Professor Mushroom stretched his stiff body after curling up in the trunk, and clenched the pickaxe that helped him escape: "Is there anything I can do to help you?"

Fang Qingyun had a headache facing this uninvited helper. Professor Mushroom was most suitable to be thrown into some ruins for exploration rather than acting as a lubricant in the long migration. The key point was that there were no ruins nearby. What's more, Professor Mushroom played an insurance role in the end. If Fang Qingyun was unlucky, he might need Professor Mushroom's help to escape from Pucui.

But now Fang Qingyun has accelerated many things. Perhaps he can take a large number of vegetative people away from the earth before Pu Cui's hand reaches out completely, so as to avoid being thrown into a space that is enough to stop people from thinking by Pu Cui, and then he will have to trouble Ximi and others to rescue them.

The only thing that needed attention next was that Fang Qingyun rubbed his lips with the tip of his thumb to wipe off excess moisture. If he remembered correctly, there was a special barrier protecting them from the star gate. Under the influence of Fang Qingyun, Ximi did not go to extremes. Although he had escaped the fate of needing Ju'er's help to recast Ximi's soul, he also lost a way to pass the level according to the original plot.

We can't let Ximi give up on herself again, and let her lose her mind and blow up the barrier with one punch in extreme anger, right?

Chapter 229: Ximi’s malicious cuteness

When Fang Qingyun and Ju'er caught up with the front group of the plant migration team, the front group was only a few kilometers away from the Zhongxiao New Town Railway Station.

When Fang Qingyun was still planning the middle route, the people in charge of clearing the way in front were the cactus guards who could cast spells, the kiwi special police who held two guns like a sheriff in a western movie, the pumpkin guard who held a sickle like a soul-catcher, and the sweet potato troops who had relatively low combat effectiveness in the army.

Logically speaking, these types of troops should be the later enemies in the original plot. That is, after Ice Cream Cone became the president, he had no idea where to lead the entire underground city, which eventually led to the gathering of more ambitious people and successfully undermined it.

Although they are said to be sidelined, in fact they still obey the orders of Ice Cream Cone, the nominal president. Perhaps because Ice Cream Cone has been crushed to ashes, these plants in the forest spontaneously gathered together and formed a simple army.

This kind of army is very independent. If Fang Qingyun is like Ice Cream Cone, without any goals or skills, he will probably be sidelined. Fang Qingyun has already shown his prowess in front of people, which can be regarded as winning the hearts of these plants. On the other hand, Fang Qingyun, who has the merit of killing the king of the forest and carries the breath of the forest god, can easily gain the loyalty of this army.

If the previous armies composed of corn and durian were considered insurgents and militia, then these four special plants were thoroughly regular armies.

The weakest unit is the Sweet Potato Unit. In the original plot, this unit should be a security force responsible for whipping other plants and forcing them to work. Their only weapon is a whip, but now they have to face the C-04 monster that may jump out from every corner at any time. Therefore, they have also put on various weapons and acted as sword-wielding infantry at the forefront, ensuring the safety of the rear.

The one who manages the Sweet Potato Troops is the Pumpkin Guardian, who holds a huge sickle like the Grim Reaper. Compared to the two-person-high height of the Sweet Potato Troops, the Pumpkin Troops are a little taller. The sickle can cut any monster that stands in front of them into two pieces. They are the leaders among the melee troops and the backbone responsible for withstanding the enemy's offensive.

The one with a higher status is the Kiwi Special Police, that is, the shooter and officer in the legion. Although its height of more than one person makes it look like it has infiltrated the legion, its double guns will give the answer.

The highest level is the cactus. This kind of cactus is a mage. It usually floats in the air and can manipulate sand and stones to attack. It is also the head and commander of the legion.

The combat effectiveness of this legion is average, and at best can be on par with Fang Qingyun who goes there personally. However, the legion has a large number of people, so they can take care of everything. They don't have to worry about being double-teamed and only being able to deal with attacks from one direction, which Fang Qingyun cannot do alone.

After showing the way to the legion, Fang Qingyun quickly arrived at the train station with the migrating team. Seeing the moss-covered train station, he recalled the scene when he was wandering in the world of the zombie army. It was the same train station, but the only difference was that there were no reinforcements such as barbed wire. The empty train station was as quiet as a trap. The floor tiles creaked under the feet of the plants, and there was no other sound.

The train station is very large, with several tracks in the same direction. Fang Qingyun doesn't have to worry about the subsequent trains colliding with him because he intercepted the train. To prevent that from happening, after the train successfully stopped at the train station, he adjusted the switch at the back, thus completely avoiding the traffic accident caused by the AI's failure to react.

Getting the plants on the bus in an orderly manner was not an easy task. Ju'er had no organizational experience in this regard, so Fang Qingyun could only be asked to go in. The plants were of different sizes, the small ones were no taller than a person, and the large ones were like durian, a tall and fat sphere. Therefore, Fang Qingyun could only let the small plants that went in first remove the seats, throw out the useless seats through the human conveyor belt, and then let the big plants go in to help.

Soon, the dismantled seats were piled up like a mountain, with the durians squeezed in the innermost part, and the pineapples holding their hammers, which they never let go of, huddled neatly in the gaps between the durians. This was not a journey, but an escape, and comfort was ranked last in importance. Even if the train was packed like an Indian's, all the plants had to be evacuated.

Of course, one train could not accommodate so many plants of the front army, so Fang Qingyun could only ask Ju'er to leave a contact number for him at the railway station hub, and then take a batch of durian fruits with him to the destination. As soon as the train departed, Ju'er stopped the next train and started to stuff the plants.

As soon as Fang Qingyun finished evacuating the plants, he would send a signal to Juer, and the next round of trains on Juer's side would be almost ready, and would start immediately and follow closely, minimizing the wasted time. Soon, the front army took half a day to evacuate, and the central army and the rear army also arrived at the train station, queuing up for several kilometers from the train station.

Later, the ecstatic Ximi came up with a good idea. He simply twisted all the switches with a stroke of his pen, leaving only one passable railway for the unlucky AI. The trains on the remaining three roads were all intercepted by Ximi. Under the transportation method created by Fang Qingyun, those trains were quickly emptied and became new transport trains. Some of the materials transported were packed up by Ximi in plastic bags in another space to save the trouble of moving them up and down.

I don't know whether the AI ​​would feel angry or sad when it found out that there were originally four trains carrying materials, but only one arrived in the end.

Anyway, Fang Qingyun didn’t know that he was now in another difficult situation, which was where to go next?

After he took over the plants from the front army at the destination, he was lost until Juer came over. He only remembered the general plot of the game. He thought he would be in some special base and would directly run into the AI ​​named Naike, but he never thought that he would step into a puddle of mud as soon as he got off the train, and almost filled his shoes, which had never been dirty, with mud.

When did you come? Fang Qingyun turned his head and looked at Ximi and Juer who got off the train. Aren't you two the organizers? Why did you run to the destination first and slack off? Khamur and the others will cry.

"It's okay. Those plants have good self-management abilities anyway, and Ximi can contact Khamul and the others, so there's no need to worry about any problems." Ju'er crossed his arms and used practical reasons to cover up the fact that he was being lazy.

The clever Ximi built a canopy above her head with her hands. She floated up to avoid the pollution of the mud. She looked like a feminine Monkey King: "It seems that the train stops here. I thought it would drive to some magical base..."

Juer flew to a certain place seriously, checked it carefully and flew back: "According to the station map, the Supreme Union Submerged Command Center is near the lake. We just need to find a way to find the entrance."

After arriving in the new environment, Fang Qingyun consciously began to unload his luggage, build a camp, and prepare to capture the surrounding animals and plants. Now he is very satisfied, and it seems that he doesn't need to do anything himself next.

"But now there is something more important." Tiechui, who had not appeared for a long time, did not just speak this time, but chose to appear directly in front of Fang Qingyun: "I discussed with Lao Zhang and decided to make a weapon for you... As for the forging method, just follow the method of a frying pan."

This was the first time that Tiechui appeared in front of everyone in a standing position, and this time the sound seemed to be heard by Ximi and Juer. Both of them had a certain reaction to the sound of Tiechui. Juer opened his eyes wide, as if he was frightened by something, while Ximi showed a nostalgic expression.

"...I always feel that this voice is very familiar." Ximi sighed: "It sounds like the old man I knew before who is old but young at heart."

"Ximi, you don't even know how to speak badly to others now?" The frying pan also came out of the plastic bag: "Don't let me catch you when you say bad things about me"

"Eh? This voice?" Ju'er was so surprised that she started stuttering.

"Look!" The hammer jumped onto the pan with a clanging sound. "Although Lao Zhang has Alzheimer's disease and has forgotten many things, is there a possibility that we are the embodiment of his forgotten memories? I am in charge of the production, and the old and disrespectful guy next to me is in charge of the cooking."

"Get lost!" Frying Pan turned over and pushed the hammer down: "Aren't you the same? An old man who doesn't respect his elders."

Then Ximi and Ju'er watched the war between the two tools, cursing each other as "disrespectful old things" while fighting each other with their bodies. The two tools soon became a ball.

"Apprentice, why didn't you tell us before that there was such a good thing?" Ximi put his hands on his hips, looking very angry, but he couldn't hide the joy and nostalgia in his heart.

"I don't have any?" Fang Qingyun said, "Although I couldn't communicate before because I didn't have vocal cords, it was Uncle Hammer who helped me when I was making weapons in the initial camp. It seems that Uncle Hammer and Uncle Frying Pan were also found near the initial camp. Ximi, you are not qualified to be a teacher in the novice camp."

"Ah, really?" Facing Ju'er's serious gaze, Ximi, who had always been a social phobia like a pink fat lady, also had the urge to lower her head and avoid his gaze. She changed her job to Miss Ah Haha and quickly fooled the matter away: "Ahaha, Ximi doesn't know."

Fang Qingyun hugged his chest with his hands and had the same expression as Ju'er next to him. To be honest, it was not common to see Ximi looking so guilty. If this was a dating game, he felt as if he had collected all of Ximi's rare expressions.

The issue came to a head here, and Fang Qingyun quickly returned to his original state. If things were delayed any further, they would not be completed.

Chapter 230, Holy Sword, My Holy Sword, Ahhhhhh

"Okay, no more trouble." Tiechui hit the frying pan with his hammer. While the frying pan was cursing, "Can you please stop hitting me with your hammer for every word you say?", Tiechui calmly continued his topic: "In fact, it was partly Ximi's fault that we became like this, but thanks to Ximi's soul tearing, we who were accidentally affected also got some important clues..."

"... and the mentally retarded state that continued just now." Pan curled his lips: "We even lost the memories of Ju'er and Ximi. When we first met Ximi, the old guy next to me didn't even recognize that it was Ximi. He scolded me for plagiarism and said he would charge me for patent fees."

"You old man, you still have the nerve to scold me?" Tiechui's serious state was successfully interrupted by the pan: "You scolded so harshly at that time, and the tone was as if you wanted to eat Ximi alive. If I didn't agree with you, what if you ate me alive?"

"... Let's get back to the point." The pan changed the subject guiltily. It was Lao Zhang's memory of cooking, and he was indeed the one who overreacted at the time: "When our souls were floating out of the body, we 'saw' it in the spiritual state, or more precisely, we sensed the evil soul, which was completely filthy at the soul level and flowed downwards."

"So we started thinking about how to solve that problem," Tiechui continued, "and the final conclusion we came to was... running away."

This sentence brought everyone's hope to the bottom.

"Stop it." The frying pan hit the hammer. "We clearly agreed to build a complete set of equipment, and then let the brave among us defeat that thing."

Everyone looked at Fang Qingyun. Fang Qingyun wanted to push up his glasses like he did in his previous life, but when he put his hand on his face, he realized that he didn't have any glasses. He could only put his hand beside his face awkwardly and rub his cheek with the back of his hand as if he was scratching an itch.

It seems that the plot has changed. At least in the original plot, there is no such thing as Lao Zhang's soul being divided into three parts, nor is there any situation of building a set of equipment and fighting the evil god head-on.

Although the probability of defeating the evil god is not zero, we have to face the facts. The enhancement he gained after coming to this world is just a little physical fitness. After eating some food to strengthen himself, his ability to bully weak opponents also increased. If he encounters a subspace evil god like Pu Cui who purely plays with concepts, it would be like using a gun to shoot a ghost. He will have the ability to hit the target but will not be able to hit the target.

The key to the non-zero probability lies in Pu Cui. The Pu Cui in the original plot is a drop of energy shed by the evil god Pu Cui, so it is conceptually weaker than Pu Cui itself. As long as Fang Qingyun can hold on and let the energy brought by Pu Cui be exhausted, he may still be able to achieve the goal of exiling Pu Cui.

"We have studied it for a long time," Tiechui said in a heavy tone, "Originally my casting skills could not be so advanced, but maybe it is the memory of my body. Even if I don't remember those things, my body is inadvertently training its casting ability, making it possible to cast such a conceptual weapon."

"Since He is the embodiment of all evil, then we will use all the good as materials to create the holy sword of salvation, choose the best among us to be the master, and do our best to delay the evil god, then the world can be saved." Frying Pan nodded.

"I don't think so." Fang Qingyun added, "I'm not a good person."

You may not care about this concept at ordinary times, but you must be clear about one thing in such a big matter. You cannot delay the important task of saving the world because of vanity.

If others don't know, doesn't he know it? He has nothing to do with kindness. Whether it's the way he crushed the ice cream cone to dust, or in Dona Dona's world, after he had power, he killed people for the reason of touching the bottom line. All of these show that he is not a qualified candidate for a hero.

Although he wanted to label himself as lawful good, Fang Qingyun knew very well that he was more like a lawful evil being and would do evil things when necessary.

To put it nicely, it is called self-discipline; to put it bluntly, it is double standards.

Moreover, he has a lot of little thoughts of his own. Finding the best savior is not something that can happen to him. Either Ju'er or Ximi can be the one holding the holy sword, but he can't.

"No, you can." Tiechui interrupted Fang Qingyun sternly. His unprecedented attitude caught him off guard. "After following you all the way, don't I know what you did? A gentleman is judged by deeds, not by heart. No one is a gentleman if he is judged by heart. It depends on what you do, not what you think. No matter how dirty your heart is, you are doing things that are better for the world. Should a drug enforcement policeman feel guilty for shooting a drug dealer?"

"But..." Fang Qingyun's typing hands became slow, not because he had nothing to say, but because he was self-loathing and now urgently needed someone to give him guidance. Tiechui, who had lived a long time, was naturally one of them. He now also hoped that someone could convince him, so he exposed himself without being guarded.

"I also know what you did to Ice Cream Cone," Tiechui continued, "I also know how many bad things you said about the King of the Forest behind his back in order to hinder Ice Cream Cone..."

When these words were spoken, Ju'er also looked sideways, but did not interrupt.

"But are these wrong things? Under different circumstances, the good and evil of a thing can transform into each other." Tiechui wanted to make Fang Qingyun stand up in frustration: "In the end times, any evil deeds that ensure the survival of the race as much as possible are necessary good. What is better than kindness is kindness that dares to get your hands dirty."

Everyone can say nice things, but who dares to do them? Those whose hands are not stained with blood can naturally speak freely to those blood-stained aliens. Those who can overcome the good and evil concepts they have maintained since birth and take the initiative to take on the role of villains are more worthy of admiration.

Fang Qingyun had been somewhat convinced by Tiechui, and he himself began to waver: "But from a human perspective, it is not a good thing for me to leave with these vegetable people. On the contrary, it may cause unrest in the colony..."

"Pay attention to priorities!" Tiechui's voice was deafening: "In the face of a malicious evil god, any intelligent creatures can be united as a force. If the introduction of intelligent creatures leads to the destruction of the colony, it means that the person responsible for unity is incompetent, and it has nothing to do with you! What does a manager who eats for nothing have to do with you, an executor?"

Fang Qingyun was silent. He realized his own immaturity from Tiechui's speech, but he also felt a deeper sense of guilt for his selfishness. Perhaps all actions in this world can be summarized as kindness, but in the world of Dona Dona, can the act of kidnapping Antina be called kindness? And he, who always insisted on telling the truth and hated betrayal, was also deceiving others. Can this really be called kindness?

Fang Qingyun is not sure, but he hopes that the worlds will not affect each other, so that Fang Qingyun will have the face to take on the responsibility of a "brave man".

After figuring it out, Fang Qingyun looked around. Everyone was looking at him with concern. Fang Qingyun shrugged his shoulders pretending to be relaxed, his fingers moving non-stop: "Why are you looking at me? Start forging the holy sword. Once you're done, let alone C-04, even the four vendors from the subspace will have to fight me."

"It seems that the apprentice has recovered?" Ximi looked around Fang Qingyun and touched his chin doubtfully.

"The key is that we don't have enough materials right now..." Tiechui's words were booed. Only good friends would boo like that. "When forging a holy sword, we are dealing with something that is close to being an evil god. Therefore, we don't need to consider the material of the weapon. Instead, we should focus on its 'conceptual' characteristics. Therefore, we should collect as many materials as possible before forging it, instead of rushing to make a defective product."

"Eh? Not finished yet?" Seeing that there was no fun to watch, Ximi began to evacuate the others: "Let's go, let's go, go and do your own things. The lights around here are not too bright, which is not very friendly to these plants. Let's quickly find the entrance to the city government nearby. It should be easy to find."

Fang Qingyun handed over the management of the front army plants to Juer, and went out with his weapons to find the entrance and take a walk.

With a casual axe gun, Fang Qingyun cut the slime monster sliding down the sewer pipe next to him into two pieces and exhaled a breath. The Supreme United Submerged Command was near the Submerged Wetland Park. It was more like another sewer pipe than a wetland park. The smell around it was probably very strong. Although Fang Qingyun had no sense of smell, his nasal cavity still felt quite irritated, as if he smelled ammonia. His whole nose was numb.

Various kinds of industrial wastewater flowed out of the sewer pipes with a soul-corrosive effect. God knows what kind of waste is in the highly corrosive liquid. Fang Qingyun casually knocked away a leech as big as a motorcycle. The leech hit the industrial wastewater and fell to the ground. It was emitting white smoke and rotting into a skin in front of Fang Qingyun at a speed visible to the naked eye.

Soon, Fang Qingyun was traveling through the industrial wastewater. Some of the industrial wastewater with rising and falling water levels still contained some human bones. The flesh on them had been corroded, and no one knew why the bones could be preserved. Fang Qingyun soon reached the end of the road and saw the promotional display screen placed here by the Supreme Union.

"Shenshui City used to be a breeding ground for criminals and low-class people, with gangs and poor people everywhere. These residents who could not provide value and were maggots that consumed resources were undoubtedly so. So under the order of our great Supreme United President, the excellent government earth engineers took only one day to sink Shenshui City into the water and established a wetland protection area."

"The corpses of the residents can provide nutrients for the monsters, and they can continue to reproduce. The dirty slums in the past have now become clear lakes. Watching the small fish swimming freely, isn't it much better than those poor people asking for money?"

After watching the propaganda, Fang Qingyun touched his nose. He thought he was the real ruler of hell, but now it seems that the position of the ruler of hell has to be given to someone from the Supreme Alliance.

Chapter 231: Do all wetlands contain so many lakes?

Continuing to explore along the road, Fang Qingyun soon walked out of the ruins full of industrial wastewater. Only after he really came out of the twists and turns of the train station did he see the true face of Chenshui City.

It was a scene of destruction like the end of the world. The original building had now turned into a pillar sunk into the water, with only a section of it visible. Although the lights of thousands of homes had been submerged in the river, there were still one or two lonely lights hanging high. There were still lights in the train station just now, but now outside, it seemed that one had to rely on these two distant lonely lights to determine the direction.

Fang Qingyun wiped his eyes casually and used this action to give himself a self-suggestion, activating the night vision ability he gained after eating the food. The night vision ability made everything around him gradually clear. Fang Qingyun noticed the huge object next to him, which was initially mistaken for an irregular island because it sank into the water. It was a large decoration that was full of luxury and uselessness just by looking at it, a huge statue.

The huge statue of an unknown male figure, half submerged in the water, was covered with moss. The traces of weathering and cracking made the statue look like it was crying.

Fang Qingyun didn't know who this person was. He was more curious about another thing: How could this underground city have the resources to build such a monument? How could an underground city that relied on elevators to transport so many things fit in?