Salted Fish Zombie [Unlimited]

Ning Su wiped his face and smelled a strong smell of blood.

He felt his veins throbbing, his throat was dry, and he licked his lips.

Other players reacted one after another, why did he do this.

From the moment he entered the dungeon, the gray-clothed man said that he could only hit his calf, and he couldn't move his upper body.

They serve as "flowers", the upper body is important.

What's more, the "person's signature" sounds like a more complete talent.

Break his own arm, and among the four people with similar conditions, he would not be selected.

Losing an arm is nothing compared to the "human signature" that was made into a very scary sound.

The players looked at him with admiration in their eyes.

That's right, but not everyone has the courage to tear off his arm so decisively.

They thought it was all right.

Self-harm may be a way to avoid death.

However, the people in the three cells still looked at them calmly and numbly, as if this was something they had seen before, a useless method at all.

When the players saw their expressions, they were not only panicked, but also a little annoyed.

"Very good." The boss stood in front of the water cell, with a smile that didn't reach his eyes, "I have to let you all know how important it is to take good care of your face and body."

When the boss turned to face the buyer, the cold aura on his body disappeared, and he said, "Wait a moment, I'll pick you a better one."

He selected another person in Water Prison No. [-], and gathered four people for the buyer to choose.

The new one he picked was indeed better, and the buyer picked it up without hesitation.

After the man in white took the person chosen by the buyer to the black house, the boss confirmed with him the time to pick up the person's signature, and after sending him away, he went back to the door and looked at the male player who had broken his arm.

The male player's name is Lu Dan. With the help of other players, his arms were roughly tied, and he was looking at the boss with hatred and unyielding.

The players were also looking at the boss, they didn't forget what the boss said just now.

Let them all know how important it is to take good care of their bodies and faces.

The boss said to the man in white beside him, "If he is like this, he really can no longer be a human being and a human being."

No one will take it easy because of his words.

Sure enough, the boss laughed and said, "Then let's make him a Huashen cake."

Just hearing the word "Flower God Cake" already made the players' hairs stand on end.

There is indeed a kind of cake called flower cake.

Compared with bouquets, the requirements for the quality of flowers are not so high, because only petals are needed to make flower cakes.

After baking, the flower is no longer a flower, and the petals are already ripe. Who can tell if it was complete and beautiful before?

When Lu Dan was dragged out, the water cell was very quiet.

Lu Dan gave up struggling, because he knew that if even self-mutilation was useless, then any of his struggles would be useless.

He just opened his eyes in despair, his pale face was covered with sweat, and he twitched occasionally, not sure if it was the pain in his arm, or he was frightened by what was about to happen.

The other players were more or less desperate.

This kind of despair is that there are so many of them, but they can't save a single companion in this world. They can only watch him being dragged away and chopped into fillings to make the so-called Huashen cake.

This is true for him, and it is also true for his companions, including himself.

Helpless, helpless.

After he was dragged away, the boss said: "Flower cakes are the most in demand during the God-welcoming period. My flower slaves are so good, I don't bother to make them, but if there are scrapped flower slaves, they can't be wasted, right?" ?”

"Why don't you take good care of yourself, you really don't know how important your body and face are to you, and you will be treated better if you look good."

After the boss said this, he went to receive the new buyer again.

Players no longer have the idea of ​​​​self-harm and disfigurement.

They believe their bosses are not lying to them.

The ones who were first selected to make the bouquet are relatively good-looking. You can tell by comparing the bouquets that it depends on the face.

Then choose to make a human signature, which is not as good-looking as a human bundle. Maybe there is only one hard skin left after making a human signature, which becomes a specimen.

Everyone who makes Huashen cake knows that as long as there is flesh and blood, it will do.

In contrast, being a man is still good.

The idea of ​​self-mutilation was completely abandoned.

Fang Qi's face darkened, and another layer of ointment given to him by the boss was applied to his face.

Heart-piercing screams sounded again in the dark room, and some players with weak hearts stretched out their hands to cover their ears.

However, the boss was talking to the new buyers, and most of the players had to prick up their ears, listening to the screams and capturing their conversations, wondering if there were any human sacrifices they couldn't think of.

"Boss Qi, is it still too late to appoint an immortal?"

The boss smiled and said, "Of course."

The immortal person corresponds to the immortal flower.

Another player was dragged into the black house.

"Boss Qi, we want a bunch of durable stems, grade doesn't matter."

Boss: "No problem, don't worry."

Dried people correspond to dried flowers.

Some people think that fresh flowers have a short flowering period and want a more practical bouquet, and buying dried flowers is an economical choice.

Two more players were dragged into the black house.

Tomorrow is the time to welcome the gods. The boss's business is very good today, and he didn't take a break all morning.

At the same time, players are constantly being pulled into the black house.

By lunchtime, there were only 90 players left.

The screams in the dark room never stopped, and the screams made people's scalp numb.

Looking at the gloomy black house and hearing people's screams again and again, the feeling of depression continued to accumulate and deepen.

There was growing silence in the water cell.

Zhu Shuangshuang turned to the beginning and said in a low voice: "In the first dungeon we played, as long as we abide by the rules and don't die, we can live for a while. In the second dungeon, if we want to resist, capable people can live a few more days. And this dungeon There is no way."

No matter how strong you are, as long as you are selected, you will die as soon as you come.

Ning Su let out a "huh", "This is a world based on faces."

"..."

Nothing wrong with that.

After drinking another bowl of green water, during the lunch break, Ning Su walked to the wall shared with No. [-] Water Prison.

The water level was high, and he couldn't squat anymore, so he leaned on the wooden pillar and asked the person last night, "Brother, what happened to the sister whose blood vessel was poked out just now?"

The eldest brother was obviously annoyed by him, but for some reason, seeing his face, he talked to him again.

The people in these water prisons have come and gone, I don't know how many waves have changed, and many people have stayed here.

No matter how many people come, no matter how long they stay here, it is a place of numbness and hopelessness.

No one struggles, no one wants to talk.

It's an amazing feeling to have someone who is so pleasing to the eye chasing after you like a child asking questions.

Like the stagnant water that imprisoned them, there was a lovely ripple.

"Didn't you realize that she is pretty?" the elder brother asked annoyed.

Ning Su: "Ah, I didn't realize that."

"..."

The eldest brother lost the desire to have a good chat with him, so he told him directly: "She is a flower attendant, but she is a failed flower attendant, so she is reduced here."

Hearing the new term, the players around all pricked up their ears.

They knew last night that they are all flower slaves at present, and the word "slave" clearly expresses their status, which is a low status that can be bought, sold, and disposed of at will.

As for the flower servant, "servant" doesn't sound like a high-ranking person, but it sounds better than "slave".

Ning Su didn't like to think the most, he directly asked the baby again: "What is a flower attendant?"

Brother seems to be used to this kind of question from him, "Flower servants also serve the flower gods, but our country is called the kingdom of servants, and we use the same word 'servant', can it be the same as us, if she is not scrapped , the boss has to bend down and bow his head when he sees her."

All players were taken aback.

However, they found it ridiculous.

The status of flower servants sounds high, but they are not yet tradable.

The middle-aged woman fell in love with Ning Su yesterday, but many players heard her say that she could buy Ning Su as a flower attendant.

It's just that she couldn't afford the price, so she gave up unwillingly.

The same goes for the flower waiter whose blood vessel punctured his skin, the boss must have bought it.

After being "scrapped", it will be bought and sold at will like a flower slave.

In essence, they are still flower slaves.

Ning Su asked, "Brother, what's your name? How did you get here?"

"My name is Mrs. Yang." He said, "I was sold as a flower slave by my family when I was 13 years old. There is no other way. If I don't sell it, our family will starve to death. If I sell it, we can all eat."

What he said didn't make the people in the water prison in front of him take a second look. Thinking about it, his life experience was not miserable among them, it was just normal.

That's right, if you don't have a miserable background, how can you become a flower slave who can buy, sell, and dispose of it at will?

The identity of a flower slave is even more tragic than the slaves they know.

At the hottest and most tiring time of the day, the sun hangs high in the blue sky.

The lake in the courtyard is gurgling, crystal clear and fragrant.

They have the feeling of being in a dark cell.

The eldest brother glanced at Ning Su, "You should also change from a flower slave to a flower servant, I hope..."

He lowered his head, his long hair hung down to cover his face, and he couldn't see his expression clearly, "I hope you can escape from the sea of ​​suffering and meet the flower god."

With the palms of his hands facing upwards, he folded his hands in a lifting position on his chest. He is not very skilled in this movement, but it is very pious.

Ning Su said "Well", "I will see him."

"We can't go on like this."

After lunch, Boss Qi hadn't brought anyone yet. After hearing Mrs. Yang's words, someone stood up and said.

The person who stood up was a man with a cold face. Ning Su didn't know him, but Zhu Shuangshuang, who joined the club, knew him.

She whispered to them: "That's the president of the Hongyu Society, Jia Chensheng. The Hongyu Society is called the Intelligence Society at the base."

How many times they have entered the game hall, the Hongyu Club still knows it, and the third club is just below the Yinhua Club.

The most powerful player in this game is Ning Changfeng, but Ning Changfeng is a well-known lone ranger in the game base. He doesn't join any clubs, and he doesn't mean to take care of things in this dungeon.

So after observing for a day, it was Jia Chensheng who stood up.

"Our main task is to find a way to face the gods. It is impossible to find it here, and we have lost ten players. How can we do it like this?"

Someone immediately asked him: "But, we can't escape at all."

Those who don't know can't stay here, the key is that they can't get out.

Zhu Shuangshuang also said: "If the setting of this world is like this, even if we escape from here, we will be sent back or taken away by other bosses."

Just like those vile villages where girls are sold and sold, abducted girls who escape from one family will be taken back by the whole village.

Fang Qi: "Have you ever thought that these waters make us weak, and may also make us dependent? Once we leave these waters, we will feel uncomfortable or even unable to live?"

"What you say makes sense." Jia Chensheng said, "I don't mean to force us to leave here. What I mean is that we have to make arrangements for the next thing, and we can no longer follow them passively."

Everyone in the water cell looked at him, or pricked up their ears.

Jia Chensheng said: "From yesterday to today, the most expensive thing is the bundle, is that okay?"

no problem.

Contrast flowers also know that fresh bouquets are the most demanding of flowers.

They also confirmed here that it was indeed the six who were taken to make the bouquet that had the best overall appearance.

Jia Chensheng said: "That middle-aged woman didn't even bat an eye, and she wanted a bundle of six people. She likes Ning Su so much, but she can't afford a flower waiter."

"No matter in terms of spending power, number of servants, and clothing, she should be a wealthy buyer. Even she can't afford a flower attendant. This shows that the price of flower attendants is terribly high. In other words, it’s something you can only look at but not afford.”

"Even so, what does it have to do with our next arrangement?" Someone asked.

Jia Chensheng was not influenced by him, he continued according to his own thoughts: "Humans have the highest requirements for the rank of slaves, but there are still many of us who are better-looking than those six people, that is to say, there may be many of us who are To be a flower attendant, or to prepare a flower attendant."

"There are so many flower attendants that ordinary rich people can't afford, which shows that in Furen County, there is still a group of very high status, similar to the existence of the aristocratic class."

"Many of us could have been taken to a different kind of noble family of this kind."

The players were taken aback.

"The main task we have to grasp now is to find a way to meet God first, but this is a level five dungeon, so it's not so easy to find."

"But those big families with deep foundations may have them. Otherwise, there would be no saints who have seen the flower god being blessed by the flower god. This kind of thing must be the secret hidden behind the big families."

"What I want to say is that we each find a way for them to meet God in different families, and then try to exchange information and find out a way to truly face God together. In this level of difficulty, cooperation and win-win is the best customs clearance method."

After speaking, he glanced at Ning Changfeng who was lazily leaning on the wooden pillar.

As expected, he is the president of the third-ranked club in the game base. After watching a few transactions, he speculates that there are so many behind it, and arranges the next actions.

It is precisely because of his unexpected and well-founded speculations and reasonable arrangements that many people were convinced, and there were many echoes immediately.

Zhu Shuangshuang asked: "President Jia, will there be a ghost master in this dungeon?"

Ning Su: "..."

Jia Chensheng glanced at her face, and said gently: "Why is it still the ghost master? The little girl needs to be flexible. The one in this dungeon should be the god master."

Seeing that Ning Su breathed a sigh of relief and nodded at Jia Chensheng, Ning Changfeng suddenly said, "Who knows if it's a god or a ghost."

The water cell was quiet for a moment, and no one dared to say whether it was true or not.

Regardless of whether it is a ghost master or a god master, Jia Chensheng's previous speculation about higher classes and flower attendants is correct.

As soon as the sun set in the afternoon, Boss Qi closed the door.

He took many players out of the dungeon.

The first one is Ning Su.

When Ning Su left the water prison, he glanced at the No. [-] water prison.

Yang Taizheng, who had been sticking to the corner of the wall, looked up at him.

Mrs. Yang just has an ordinary appearance. He was sold as a flower slave when he was 13 years old. I don't know how he is still alive these years.

He turned around from a dark corner, and when he was facing the lake and looking at Ning Su, the sunset light reflected by the lake shone into his eyes, and when he looked at Ning Su, there was light in his eyes.

He opened his mouth and said something to Ning Su silently.

Ning Su knew what he was talking about.

You must meet God.

The numb flower slave who was stuck in the mud and couldn't break free put his wish, and the wish of all flower slaves, on him.

Seeing the Flower God and getting rid of the sea of ​​suffering.

And here he withered numbly.

Ning Su nodded to him, turned around and followed the boss.

He stepped onto the white bridge and faced the setting sun sideways. The orange-red sunset light fell on him, blooming dazzling and warm colors on the white clothes.

Everyone's hair here is long, and many male players are not used to making it messy, but his hair is as smooth and bright as before, and every strand of hair has a shimmering halo.

Looking at this scene, Mrs. Yang suddenly lowered her head, and the calm water surface of the water room was dizzy with tiny ripples due to the dripping of an insignificant tear.

The ripples disappeared, and the water surface returned to dead silence again.

Dead silence is the original destination.

Seeing this scene, Zhu Shuangshuang was very sad. She looked at Mrs. Yang, then at the numb and hopeless faces of the three water cells, and asked, "How did flower slaves appear in this world?"

Su Xiangsheng said: "Where there is rule, there will be exploitation, and there will be people who are enslaved and exploited."

Zhu Shuangshuang continued to ask: "Then why is there a rule?"

Su Xiangsheng couldn't answer her question.

It was Ning Changfeng who answered her.

He was standing in front of the door watching Ning Su's leaving back, as if he said casually, "Probably because of faith."

The system reminded them to respect Furen County's beliefs.

Ning Su was taken to a bright and warm room with a hot spring.

The red liquid gurgled and flowed, forming circles of ethereal mist.

Boss Qi: "Now soak in the hot spring for a while, and I'll take you to a good place after soaking."

Ning Su: "I don't make bubbles."

Teacher Qi looked at him, and the smile on his face stopped at just the right position, which could become gentler or colder.

Ning Su: "Unless you give me two chicken legs."

"..."

After the two chicken legs were brought in, Ning Su sighed comfortably in the blood hot spring.

Killed winner.

How many zombies chased thousands of miles just for blood, but he was soaking in the blood hot spring.

Too extravagant.

The blood vessels in his body pulsated faintly under the stimulation of the scalding blood.

Ning Su took a bite of the fragrant chicken drumstick.

Life is just that.

Even after eating the chicken legs, he was forced to drink two bowls of green water to suppress the unscrupulous aroma of the chicken legs, Ning Su didn't complain at all.

After soaking in the blood hot spring, he had a moist breath and an indescribably beautiful feeling.

Someone knelt behind him to help him dry his hair, looking at him in the bronze mirror, he shook his mind.

Ning Su didn't notice her strangeness, he was looking down at his hair.

In just one day, his hair grew a little longer.

Spread out at the shoulders and wind down to the waist.

After drying his hair, a maid knelt in front of him, staring at his face for a while, the red sand pen in her hand finally fell on the end of his eyes.

Ning Su didn't care, and let them dress up obediently. He was smelling the last scent of chicken legs left on his fingers.

Then, they put layers of gauze on him, red and white.

Then, there's the wide girdle with the weird runes on it.

Then, there was another layer of white and red, and the reddest layer of red gauze was also outlined by thin and misty black runes.

After finally getting dressed, Ning Su heaved a sigh of relief, glanced in the bronze mirror inadvertently, and was slightly taken aback.

A head of long black hair hangs down on the ethereal and bloody red gauze, no makeup is applied on his face, and the color of his lips is too light. Only a three-petal blood flower appears at the end of his right eye .

His eyelashes were already long, but they seemed to grow a little more this day. When they were half-down, the long black eyelashes slightly covered a blood-red petal, and the blood color swam into his eyes.

Ning Su stared at it blankly for a while, and his arm started to itch again. He came back to his senses, scratched his arm, and ruined this eerie scene.

The two maids knelt on the ground and called him: "Lord Flower Attendant."

The boss also looked at him with bright eyes. His eyes were the same as when the middle-aged woman saw him yesterday, shining with an indescribable light.

"You will definitely become the most powerful flower attendant this year, and maybe you will become the next saint."

Ning Su: "Wake up, I'm a man."

"..."

Ning Su: "If you give me chicken legs, you have to respect my dignity as a man."

Boss Qi lost the desire to chat with him.

The ruthless boss took him directly to the carriage and sent him to the auction house black-heartedly.

There were no windows on the carriage, so Ning Su couldn't see what was going on on the street at this time, only heard that it was much more lively and restless than the day they came.

After only one night, tomorrow is the time to welcome the gods.

It must have been lively and crazy.

After being sent to the auction house, Ning Su discovered that the setting of this world was not any ancient dynasty he knew, and indeed had some otherworldly styles.

The buildings here are not as pleasing to the eye as Boss Qi's courtyard, and there is a weird gloomyness beyond the aesthetic range of normal people in the old.

Because he is not a normal person and has no aesthetics, so he knows.

It's the same as the words "Furen County" on the city gate.

Here he saw Ning Changfeng, Zhu Shuangshuang and others in the same costumes.

They were in different positions, and before they could speak to each other, Ning Su was taken away.

He was imprisoned in a cage. The cage was not known to be made of iron, but it showed thin, heavy black vines.

The cage was pushed down, and Ning Su had to grab the iron vine to stabilize it.

"Boss Qi's vision for choosing flower slaves is known to everyone. What about the opening flower slaves he sent this time? At least they will become our flower servants."

The man in the cage appeared in front of everyone.

Ning Su saw hundreds of people sitting on black wooden chairs in this underground building.

At that moment, he saw the eyes of all of them fall on him, bursting out with the light that he had seen in the eyes of middle-aged women and Boss Qi.

Now Ning Su knew what kind of light it was.

is the light of all desires.

Everyone has many desires, and different people have different desires, so it is difficult to describe.

Wealth, power, longevity.

Greed, tyranny, lust.

All, all in their eyes looking at him.