Chapter 135 Open Source Project
In the player's worldview, as long as it is a game, there will be a strategy.
If you can’t complete a mission or defeat a monster, it must be because you have found the wrong strategy.
Since the knife was useless, the players thought of other ideas...
Some players took off their T-shirts and dipped them in the smelly water from the ditch, trying to wipe off the dirt, but to no avail.
Some players found some wood scraps and relatively dry moss and tried to attack with fire... but failed.
Another player tried to pry off the layer of wall with dirt on it...still failed.
"What the hell! Is this just to disgust people?" The irritable Yang Ying was so angry that he kicked hard.
"Wait!" A ginger cat suddenly pointed at the wall and shouted, "Watch carefully!"
"Ah, what?" The others didn't understand.
"The height! The height has changed!" an orange cat shouted excitedly, "When Sister Ying was standing there just now, the height of the dirt was up to Sister Ying's shoulders, but now it has dropped to her chest!"
Huan Ling quickly took a closer look, focusing on the marks left by prying the surrounding wall paint: "Really? This thing slid down a little bit!"
"Uh... then what, how do we do it?" Yang Ying blinked and looked at the orange cat expectantly.
"Huh? How would I know? I just noticed that the dirt will move downwards." An orange cat said innocently.
Players: “…”
The brainy player who was good at writing poems did not join them in killing monsters or making money from NPCs. The people present were at a loss as to what to do. After looking at each other, they simultaneously focused their attention on Zhao Zhenzhen.
Addicted to studying, she volunteered to walk next to Zhao Zhenzhen shamelessly and started to act like a spoiled brat: "Sister Zhao, do you have any insider tips? Teach us~"
Huan Ling opened his mouth in surprise, obviously never expecting that his usually heroic good brother could actually do this...
Zhao Zhenzhen, expressionless: "..."
"I don't have any insider strategies. You know, I'm just a tool of the Undead Chamber of Commerce." Zhao Zhenzhen said with mixed feelings, "How about... since physical attacks are ineffective, how about magic attacks?"
The players' attention quickly focused on the only wizard present, the rich second-generation Phantom.
Huanling slapped his forehead and said, "Damn it, I've been a nurse for so long that I forgot I'm a wizard."
He was so absorbed in studying that his voice suddenly became three tones higher: "Hurry up!!"
"Hey, hey, who was it that said a wizard is more valuable as a nurse and tried to trick me into being a full-time dad..." Phantom Spirit muttered, pointed the rough wooden staff at the dirt, and used the power of shadow.
The purple-black shadow magic attached to the irregularly shaped dirt on the wall and blended into it like a sugar cube thrown into a coffee cup.
The black dirt, whose color was unevenly distributed and dark in some places and light in others, became darker under the players' gaze - the lighter areas turned pure black.
Players: “What the hell?!”
"Hey, hey, it doesn't look like the attack was successful?" shouted an orange cat.
"Hey, wait a minute, the Necromancer's skill is to cause damage to non-undead creatures and restore health to undead creatures, right? This thing is also an undead creature?" Sang Yeluo said in surprise.
Zhao Zhenzhen took a deep breath.
Yang Ying was confused and said, "Ah? This guy is one of us?"
Zhao Zhenzhen's breath got stuck in her throat.
"It comes and goes without a trace, and it can be hung on the wall. It really looks like the ghosts and spirits in the movies." Huanling said in agreement, "Ghosts and spirits are of course undead, and they are in the same camp as us. I don't have any attack information displayed here. The attack just now was like giving someone a bloody blow. Our people didn't escape."
Zhao Zhenzhen wanted to say something but stopped herself.
"That's not right. Why would one of our own mess with us?" Yang Ying asked in confusion. "When we were fighting that water monster before, Sangsang and I were almost pushed into the ditch."
"That's right." Sang Yeluo nodded vigorously. "It always chooses to cause trouble when we are killing monsters. It's obvious that it has no good intentions."
"Don't say too much for now, Huanling, try brushing a few more times and see." An orange cat waved his hand.
The phantom continued to cast spells on the dirt on the wall...
The current potential value of the large group of veteran players is around 80 to 90 points. Huanling is a heavy player, having already exceeded the average player and entered the 100 mark. He only needs to gain enough reputation to do the second transformation.
100 potential points is a threshold. Once this threshold is passed, regardless of whether or not a job change is made, the player's energy bar (available mental power) limit and recovery speed will be greatly improved. For professions like Necromancer and Undead Warrior, where using skills is equivalent to draining the energy bar, the time it takes to restore the energy bar to full has been shortened by at least 30% - it used to take more than ten minutes to restore the energy bar to full, but after 100 potential points, it can be restored within ten minutes.
Phantom released two energy bars of shadow power and dark blessing. Under the continuous input of dark energy, the flat-map-like dirt on the wall gradually turned into a rounded and full three-dimensional image, slid down the wall to the ground very smoothly, and then vaporized into mist under the gaze of a group of players, forming a translucent human figure.
The players exclaimed “Oh my!”
Zhao Zhenzhen, the only one who knew the truth , used great willpower to support herself and not retreat, standing firmly at the forefront of the players.
This translucent human figure composed of rolling black mist is different from the ghosts created by special effects in movies. It does not show a face with clear facial features - after all, movies are made by people, and in order to get the actor playing the ghost to appear on the screen, the director must show the actor's face.
This ghost, which was much more realistic than the special effects in the movies, revealed its true form, and there was no dramatic attempt to communicate with anyone. Instead, it attacked Yang Ying, who was the closest to him, in a very realistic and malicious manner.
"Damn, you're still an ungrateful bastard?! Do you think I won't kill you just because you're also an undead?" Yang Ying was furious and drew his sword to kill without any hesitation.
Physical attacks on a ghost without a physical body are generally ineffective, but this ghost unceremoniously accepted the dark energy "gifted" by the player and has condensed into a semi-solid body...
When Yang Ying cut with the knife, the mist on the left chest of the ghost's front body was cut into a mist-like ripple, and a little mist overflowed from the edge of the knife.
"Huh? It can be chopped now!" Yang Ying exclaimed in surprise.
"The health bar is showing?" Upon hearing this, Sang Yeluo immediately grasped the hilt of the knife with both hands and swung out a sword to attack all targets within 30 degrees in front of him.
The walker players on both sides were not polite and handed over various small daggers...
"Sister Zhao, please make way!" The player at the back shouted, pushed aside Zhao Zhenzhen who was blocking the way, and actively rushed to the front row, using skills continuously.
Under the chaos of swords, the nameless ghost in the sewer who had just been "lucky" enough to be strengthened and turned into a semi-solid entity did not even have the time to resist and escape before being chopped into pieces.
"【Team】: Kill 1 nameless ghost"
"Each player who participated in the kill will receive 80 territory reputation."
"Obtained inferior magic residue: x2"
The players who were in need of reputation were so excited that they danced wildly: "Wow! This monster gives so much reputation to the territory!"
"Cool!"
"The monsters here are so fat!"
"Look for more ghost monsters, hurry up!"
"Master Huanling, please stop nursing people so easily. Stay here for a while!"
Having tasted the sweetness, the players were no longer satisfied with just staying near the temporary camp to swipe water monsters, and happily searched the sewers of the entire city.
Zhao Zhenzhen, who witnessed firsthand how the players learned to use unconventional methods to deal with the surreal ghosts : "..."
It's just... these players really treat this place as a game, and it seems to be quite good...
It was almost dawn in the game, and Zhao Zhenzhen left the group of crazy players and returned to the ground to run the photo studio business.
The main clients of the photo studio, women from middle-class families, rarely come in the morning. All morning, Zhao Zhenzhen, Ben, Brooke, and Vivian, who Brooke hired as the "saleswoman", are busy cleaning the inside and outside of the store, organizing clothes and jewelry for photo shoots, and preparing snacks to entertain guests.
After finishing preparations for the opening, Zhao Zhenzhen immediately called Brooke, a local expert, to the "makeup artist preparation room" and asked seriously, "What is the situation with the sewers in this city?"
Brooke was stunned for a moment, not understanding. "Sister Zhao, are you talking about those water monsters? Because of the connection with the underground river, many water monsters climb up along the drainage outlet, which is very suitable for our undead friends to hunt. Didn't I say that before?"
"I mean, things other than water monsters." Zhao Zhenzhen waved her hands and said solemnly, "Some... things like ghosts and spirits, have they existed in the past?"
"Yes." Brooke nodded honestly, "Yes. Every few years when it's time to clean up the water monster, the mercenaries can only go down after the church's night watchmen perform exorcisms. Our undead friends go down to hunt the water monsters, and those ghosts are also undead, so it's okay."
Zhao Zhenzhen raised her hand to support her forehead.
——The undead of the players are not the same as those unscientific undead in this weird world!
"The skin of the water monster can be taken to the city hall in exchange for gold coins, but what about the ghosts? Is there any benefit in expelling these ghosts?" Zhao Zhenzhen mustered up her courage and said firmly.
Brooke let out an "ah" and had a look of doubt... It seemed that he couldn't believe that Sister Zhao, a dead spirit, would say such words.
"Xiaobu." Zhao Zhenzhen held Brooke's shoulders and said more deeply, "We, the Tarantan Undead, are not the same as those other Undead. Any creature that does not abide by the principle of peaceful coexistence and order is our enemy, no matter whether it is an Undead or not."
Brooke's eyes sparkled as he looked at Zhao Zhenzhen with admiration. He nodded vigorously and said excitedly, "I'm sorry, Sister Zhao. I didn't realize it enough and misunderstood you. How can the undead outside be compared with the Tarantan undead?"
"Only exorcists can receive the bonus for exorcising ghosts from the night watchman. We need to register as an exorcist..."
Without saying a word, Zhao Zhenzhen took out the Fraud Orb that she had requisitioned...borrowed from a ginger cat: "Let's go!"
I've already become a profiteer who runs a photo studio, so it doesn't matter if I have another Exorcist alias.
The "tool account" used by Zhao Zhenzhen, after activating the effect of the fraud orb, turned into a black-haired strong man over two meters tall, extremely burly , very much like the 300 Spartans, with arms that could run horses.
If this sturdy man's appearance were in China on Earth, he would be stopped by the police at least three times and asked for his ID card every time he went out; in this world, he is also a person who can stop children from crying when walking on the street... When Zhao Zhenzhen rented No. 063 Plant Avenue as a storefront, she stood in front of the landlord. The landlord did not dare to bully the kid Brooke who came out to negotiate, and gave a very fair price.
With such a threatening and terrifying appearance, he took Brooke to the night watchman's office of the Gold Coin Church on St. Joseph Street... The official in charge of registration processed the documents without saying a word.
After the registration was completed, the official, who was less than as tall as Zhao Zhenzhen's shoulders, also tried to explain to Brooke, Zhao Zhenzhen's "assistant", how to use the exorcist's certificate to record the exorcised ghosts. In simple terms, when the ghost disappears, you can show your exorcist's certificate and absorb a trace of abnormal breath to prove that you have indeed killed this thing.
Generally speaking, killing a ghost can get a night watch reward of 5 to 10 gold coins - because ghosts mostly appear in large towns with dense populations and pose a greater threat to society; no matter which church the night watch organization belongs to, they all support and encourage folk exorcists to devote themselves to the cause of exorcism, and they are very straightforward whether it is registration or awarding rewards.
Anyway, this money is also the tithe paid by the local people, and the church itself has no additional expenses; if the exorcist dies accidentally, the church does not need to pay pensions to his family like it does to the night watchmen.
After Zhao Zhenzhen got the certificate, she immediately asked Brook to send it to the underground to pass it to the players... Recording a ghost would give one hundred Undead Chamber of Commerce reputation, and the players would definitely not refuse this extra income.
