Abnormal creatures' communication group

"There's snow flying all over the sky..." Steve looked at the canyon that looked like it was covered in snow, hesitated for a long time, and finally found a suitable adjective. "How come I've never seen a canyon of dandruff before?"

"When did they appear? After the changes?"

He originally thought that the changes above were amazing enough, but he didn't expect that the changes below were so earth-shaking. He even saw some species walking on magma, as well as those huge wild boars, not to mention the hot forests and the cold deserts.

"...Can you use some elegant adjectives?" Zhu Xi couldn't bear it any longer. He simply couldn't treat this unrefined guy as a distinguished guest. "What dandruff? That's just drifting snow."

"That's clearly dandruff, okay? How can the snow be so thin, right, Val?" Steve immediately retorted unyieldingly, and brought Val into the conversation.

Val listened to the debate between the two people and shrugged indifferently. He had never had any concept or feeling about this kind of scenery. Looking at the scene, he couldn't even describe the dandruff, let alone the falling snow.

Zhu Xi suddenly became anxious. He also pulled over another of his companions and spoke loudly. "It's clearly falling snow, right?"

Zhu Zhu was caught between the two people and was in a dilemma. After a moment, he couldn't help but mutter under his breath, "Isn't that gray?"

"See, I told you, isn't dust just dandruff?!" Even such a tiny voice was accurately captured by Steve. He has always been very talented in making himself happy by not doing serious work.

Steve smiled smugly, then froze in a daze. His not-so-bright brain finally hit upon a crucial and crucial question. "Well, no, I suddenly thought of a question. Have you ever really seen snow?"

You have to know that this is hell. There is no water, let alone something as unrealistic as snow.

It was unlikely that they had ever seen snow, unless... they were not originally hellish creatures, or there was a hellish portal connecting here and the main world somewhere he didn't know about.

Zhu Xi was also stunned for a moment. He hesitated for a while, probably thinking about how to answer. But then came melancholy. He lowered his head sadly, having to face this sad fact.

"No, I haven't seen snow. I've never seen it. I only heard the pigmen who came into contact with the caravan tell me what snow looks like. It's cold and has the same beauty as quartz."

He closed his eyes, as if he was imagining that beautiful picture, with a smile on his face, and his two medium-length fangs were raised.

"The vast expanse of green land, a color completely opposite to the fiery red, is full of vitality. However, the green land is piled with white snow, which makes everything look even more charming."

"Caravan? What caravan?" Steve raised his hand to interrupt the other party. For some reason, he suddenly remembered a certain existence that he was about to forget. That black-hearted profiteer, who was leading two alpacas, wearing gorgeous clothes, wandering around. There were always some strange things in his packages, things that he couldn't get normally, but they were basically extremely expensive.

In short, whenever he encountered it, nothing good happened.

The other person had something he wanted to buy, but he didn't have the emerald.

By the time he got the emerald, the wandering merchant who was selling things had already slipped away to who knows where, and God knows why he couldn't be caught.

I finally came across a refresh of all items, and when I asked what was there, they were all junk. In short, I couldn't find what I wanted before.

If you missed it, you missed it. If you don’t have it, you don’t have it. I am so sad that I can’t control myself.

When this question was asked, Zhu Xi did not answer, but kept his mouth tightly shut. No matter how Steve tempted and asked, it was meaningless.

Even guys like Zhu Zhu managed to survive his torture. It would be even more difficult to use this trick against a pig spirit that had some intelligence.

After many unsuccessful attempts, he gave up decisively and silently looked at the Striker next to him.

This strider had just crossed a lava river and was now heading towards the next lava lake, but after taking only two steps, it couldn't help but look back at Steve. After all, the other's gaze was so hot that they couldn't help but look back instinctively.

They tilted their heads, and the sparse hair on their heads fluttered in the wind. For some reason, Steve felt a little sad when he saw it.

Steve watched for a long time, only turning back with regret after they all stood on the lava lake and headed deeper. "I wonder if this thing can be ridden or tamed? After all, it looks friendly and won't attack."

As soon as he finished speaking, Steve took out a bow and shot an arrow, and an unlucky Striker fell down forever, while the remaining lucky ones who were still alive immediately ran away in all directions.

"They are indeed friendly creatures." Steve watched them running farther and farther away and silently came to a conclusion.

"Ride?" Zhu Xi was stumped by this question. He thought about it for a long time before he got a definite answer. Then he looked at Steve and shook his head slowly.

But he had heard that people in those caravans would ride some creatures, but he had never heard that people in those caravans would ride striders, so it was probably not possible.

"Those striders are worthless. Killing them won't yield any meat, only some thread. But we rarely wear clothing made of thread. Leather or adamantium armor is what we choose."

As soon as the golden armor was mentioned, Zhu Zhu over there immediately became energetic, with an expression of anticipation and joy on his face.

No piglin can resist the temptation of gold, unless the gold comes from unknown sources. If that's the case, they will still weigh their bottom line and give it more consideration. However, daydreaming is not a crime, and delusion is not a sin. So when you have free time, think more about yourself wearing armor made of gold. Is there anything wrong with that?

There is no problem, Zhu Zhu thought so.

This was not a subtle, even a little exaggerated look on Bian Hua's face, which was immediately noticed by Val. He had long discovered that the pig spirits here worshipped gold. After all, the currency they circulated was gold.

But he could never figure out whether they were longing for money or simply greedy for gold.

If it is the former, there is no problem. If it is the latter.

Val silently thought of the mountains of gold in his warehouse and nodded slightly.

430 Anyway, that's it

[World Manipulator] Fanatical Architect: Ghost, what the hell are you doing over there? You've been missing for so long, and there's only a little news. Don't treat this place like a vacation spot!

[God of the Void] Ghost: What is a resort?

[Weapon Master] A great cell: A leisurely vacation isn't a big deal? Besides, I don't think there's anything here worth being wary of or paying attention to. It's all boring and uninteresting. Perhaps your so-called strongest people are no better than that, too.

【World Manipulator】Fanatical Architect: Thank you so much!

[Chess Player] The unknown man nailed in the coffin: Steve, I remember you showed me some things about your world before. Combined with the previous situation, I think there is at least one two-way channel in hell. The people in that channel communicate with the creatures in hell, but I don’t think they have good intentions.

[Chess Player] The unknown person nailed in the coffin: You can use this to persuade the Piglins to stand on your side as much as possible. After all, your trading competitors don't seem to give those Piglins any autonomy. They want to ensure that all things are produced by them. Some of the simplest and most basic assemblies can be kept secret for as long as possible.

[Chess Player] The nameless person nailed in the coffin: Controlling the economy and manufacturing lifeline is a terrifying thing. What does this mean for the other party? Whatever demands they make, it may be difficult to refuse. It may be reasonable at first, but what happens later? What happens later?

[Chess Player] The Nameless One Nailed in the Coffin: No one can resist the temptation of unfairness, especially greedy merchants. With sovereignty in their hands, they will surely do everything they can to squeeze the piglins dry, even attempting to turn them all into their slaves. So now you can only pray they don't become too deeply influenced, otherwise, I think you have a capital Critical situation written all over your head.

[World Manipulator] Fanatical Master Architect: But in the face of absolute strength, all those little tricks are just bubbles! I dare not say so absolutely in the group, but it should be easy to beat up those damn guys one by one.

[Chess Player] Nailed in the Coffin. Nameless Person: ...Do you remember the racial traits you just told us about? A beating is fine, but after that, you'll either be exterminated or be chased by them.

[World Manipulator] Fanatical Master Architect: ...Oh, yeah, that's right. That's exactly what I was thinking. Why would I come up with this unreliable method... But it doesn't seem right??? Should I beat up those merchants? Will they get mad too???

[Chess Player] The nameless person nailed in the coffin: They might hire piglins. What should you do? Run away when you see them? As more and more piglins chase you and try to stop you, can you really resist the urge to take action?

[God of the Void] Ghost: I can help you clear them all out if necessary.

[Weapon Master] A Great Cell: Ghost, listen to my advice, they should take care of their own business and don’t get involved. We should just watch the show quietly. Why waste our time and energy on their business?

[Abnormality Shelter] Today's abnormality is out of control again:? What are you discussing? Are you discussing the mission? I don't remember receiving any notification about the mission.

The supervisor suddenly popped up and asked a question even though he already knew the answer. His purpose was to point out clearly that Steve should set up a task seriously.

[Card Master] Little Red Riding Hood: Where are the tasks? I need a task.

【Seven Deadly Sins of Gluttony】SIX: Mission.

As Six gained more understanding and awareness of things, he finally began to have some different needs.

[Sunshine Commander] Sunshine Porter: Yes, where is the mission?

[Traveler] Have you seen my sister? : Do you need a mission too? I remember that some of you have already ended your suffering in your world, haven't you?

[Sunshine Commander] Sunshine Porter: Of course there is a need for it. I didn’t realize it before. Now that I need it, I really regret not doing the task well before.

[Balanced Scientist] Great Scientist: Speaking of this, if there is a mission, I would also like to participate in one. I haven’t participated in a mission for a long time. Now I finally have some free time and can make time to participate in the mission.

[Iron Man] Ordinary rich people: Why are you all so short of points? Okay, take me one, I need this too.

[Chess Player] The nameless person nailed in the coffin: Alright, alright, that's enough. Forget about the newcomers, but why are you veterans jumping out to snatch missions from the newbies? Especially you, Tony Stark. You're just here to join in the fun.

[Iron Man] Ordinary Rich Man: What's wrong? What's wrong? What's wrong? I'm really short of points. What's wrong? You know, I always complete all the weekly tasks. In this situation, I really can't save any points at all.

[World Manipulator] Fanatical Master Architect: ...I haven't even posted the quest yet. I haven't done anything yet, and you're already overthinking it? ??? How did you know I would definitely post the quest?

[Iron Man] Ordinary rich people: I don’t know, but I advise you to be sensible and send it quickly.

[Weapon Master] A great cell: I don’t know, but I advise you to be sensible and send it quickly.

[World Manipulator] Fanatical Master Architect: ?????? Thanks, my blood pressure's already skyrocketing. Think about it, think carefully! I'll send you tasks when I'm in a better mood. Huh.

Steve angrily closed the chat group and didn't bother to care about those guys anymore. They were really taking advantage of their familiarity to bully him without restraint. What was their intention? They just thought he was easy to bully.

Val looked at Steve who was inexplicably angry like a pufferfish, and immediately thought of Steve's friends. After all, it was not the first time that the other party performed poorly and sulked for no reason. So he ignored it calmly. Anyway, he had no interest in asking about things he didn't understand.

Zhu Xi was a little confused. He stared at Steve and tried hard to recall what had made the other party so angry. After all, the other party was their rich man. It was okay to tease him, but he couldn't just ignore his feelings. What if he made him angry and raised the price to them?

What should I do?

When he thought of the serious consequences this might cause, he walked over with a worried look on his face, patted Steve's shoulder, and spoke in a gentle tone.

"Don't worry, we're here to help you."

Steve??????

431 Hallownest Things~

Containers, when they are endowed with emotions, the independent insect cells they originally possess will naturally grow slowly and evolve into different personalities.

No matter how cold and personalityless they once were, they will develop more characteristics under the stimulation of ghosts.

In particular, some containers have experienced the same path that the ghosts have taken, but they did not walk as smoothly as the ghosts, nor as powerful as the ghosts, nor were they as lucky.

The ghost luckily obtained the power of dreams and found the entrance to dreams. Finally, in the Pantheon, he swung his sword at the gods and successfully became the only god who stood out among all the containers.

Of course, if it was just luck, the ghost wouldn't be able to reach that step. He has the power to kill the gods, so is it strange that he becomes the new god?

At least that's what Lost thought.

It originally thought that its mission was completed and was unwilling to wake up from its slumber, until it heard Chunchun say that the Emperor's Wings it was guarding had been taken away long ago. It immediately drilled into the container shell and ran over in a panic to take a look.

But this underground kingdom has become extremely large, and the road is extremely long. In short, everything has become unfamiliar to it. If you are not simply following him, you will probably get lost soon.

Simply telling him that he no longer needed to fulfill the responsibility of guarding the King's Wings, Gengzhi's loss had not yet turned around, and he continued to move forward stubbornly.

Chunchun didn't stop it, but just led it back to the right path when it got into a dead end, until it finally got there. Fortunately, the place had not been modified because it was too dangerous, so Lost could still find its familiar feeling.

However, when it first came here, the little bit of prosperity that existed had dissipated like smoke.

However, the place where the pale, transparent wings should have been placed was already empty, with only some faint traces left by the gods' visit and departure.

There are no plagues, no suffering, and no duties that must be performed.

Everything it knew and should have done was gone, and it felt lost and confused. If the Emperor's Wings were taken away by God, then it really didn't know what to do.

It couldn't take the Imperial Wings back from the hands of God, and the plague no longer needed it to bear and seal it. So what on earth was Lost supposed to do? It didn't know.

Finally, it followed purity blankly back into the bustling container.

At least it felt at ease here? Although it didn't know what this feeling was for, just like a living thing instinctively chasing food, it did feel comfortable, so... what was comfort?

All vessels possess basic intelligence and instincts, especially in combat, but are completely devoid of emotions.

Green is emotionally rich because of his own uniqueness. As for his purity, it is partly because of the chat group and partly because he was once well-cultivated as a real larva, with all the warmth, expectations, and admonitions.

Although these things also contributed to the ultimate failure, for Chunchun, this experience was invaluable.

For so many containers, Hornet was kind enough to sew cloaks for them one by one at the beginning.

Although this approach might seem silly, Honeyt felt that it was at least a token of her appreciation. After all, these containers seemed to be essentially her brothers and sisters...

Only Green couldn't help but secretly complain when he saw the other party's actions.

"It's just an attempt to escape those piles of paperwork. The White King and Hera's child actually fell for something so childish and ridiculous. It seems their original decision wasn't a very wise one."

Green's words seemed to have completely infuriated Honeyt. The sleepless hard work and efforts of the past few days, as well as the ghost's frequent absences from work, had almost accumulated to the peak of her anger.

She threw out the bone nail and stabbed at the opponent without any hesitation. When she was about to stab the opponent, Green rolled up his cloak and calmly turned into a ball of fire. The attack missed and was embedded in the ground.

"Don't let your anger easily burn you out." Green landed next to the bone nail, put one hand on the thin thread connecting the bone nail, and sneered coldly.

"Poor little headless spider, where are you going to fly?"

Without the ghost's control, Green became more and more unscrupulous. His previous taboos against Honeydew were only caused by his father, but it was obvious that his father would not stay here for too long for a long time, and Honeydew would not secretly go to his father to cry like an unweaned larva for such a trivial matter. If this incredible scene really happened, it would be quite worth commemorating.

Green's curse was quite harsh. Not only did he involve the White King Hera, he also called her a headless fly, and also took the opportunity to greet the Queen Bee who taught her martial arts.

The bee warriors who are extremely skilled in air combat have trained someone who can't fly. Regardless of whether this constitutes irony, it is definitely quite unpleasant.

But this time, Honeyett just looked at Green quietly, surprisingly calm.

Facing the overly calm opponent, Green immediately had a bad premonition, but his pride did not allow him to retreat. Flames danced and burned wildly in his eyes, which meant that he was really serious.

Even though he resorted to real means for a meaningless teasing and joke, which was not glorious in itself, he was unwilling to lose face in the subsequent confrontation.

But things developed worse than he expected. With a sudden pull from Honeyt, the bone nails that were originally nailed to the ground were immediately pulled out, and the originally stretched silk thread suddenly flexibly entangled with him. The speed was too fast and it came too unexpectedly, so that Green's countless little tricks were completely useless.

The thin and resilient silk thread was wrapped around Green's body countless times, and his hands and feet were tied very tightly.

Green was startled. He subconsciously tried to transform into countless scattered consciousnesses, but the threads only faintly lit up white traces, and his plan was thwarted. He was still firmly bound to the spot, and even looked like he was about to fall to the ground.