Chapter 684 Textile Machine

The girl who suddenly appeared was Di Da.

The girl was no longer half-human and half-mushroom, but had a cute mushroom head.

After entering the second stage, as an 'energy fungus', the ability to capture information is stronger. Although it is not as good as the third-stage spirit race, the basic modification of appearance is no longer a problem.

Di Da is the helper invited by Baozi and his group.

"Sister Di Da!"

Nodding to the enthusiastic PP leader, Di Da said seriously: "Follow me, we have limited time."

Baozi hurriedly followed behind, and asked as he walked: "What's going on?"

"After the cyberspace disappeared, some virtual creations I collected in advance can transfer living things before they are completely consumed."

Di Da pointed to the cloud of broken fluff not far away.

"This is a broken network cloud."

He pointed to a vague ground.

'This is a section of the information highway. '

"In addition, there are incomplete data nodes, some dynamic URLs, and some artificial virtual space fragments."

Dida paused and said:

"I pieced these together and created a virtual channel at the headquarters of the Assassination Alliance. Of course, Pipi also helped a lot."

PP leader quickly straightened his chest to show that he did it himself.

'Student Zhang' looked at the other party deeply: "What a powerful method!"

Dida shook his head:

"It is precisely because there is no cyberspace that these large virtual creations are easier to drag. However, as the electronic brain plan unfolds, these things will gradually be digested by reality. We just caught up with them."

"That's also very powerful!" Baozi praised. At least the few NPC hackers he knew couldn't do this.

"With this thing, can we avoid some boss levels at the headquarters of the Assassination Alliance?"

Dida nodded, waved his hand lightly, and the mycelium on the ground grew out, dividing into holes so that they could just see the reality.

A dark corridor, from which only the strong smell of blood and the faint sound of daggers crossing could be smelled.

Assassination corridor!

An assassination alliance ace killer, that is, a level 50 killer, must pass a level.

According to rumors, only those who have walked through the corridor are considered real killers.

Then in another cave, several haggard old men, some were sweeping the floor, and some were wiping the table.

The king of killers!

These old men were all former kings of killers, that is, level 60 super killers, but these killers had a lot of negative states, and their health was less than one-tenth or even one-hundredth of their heyday.

But the explosion of an old killer in his twilight years would only be more terrifying.

And just a glance, an old killer looked up, but unfortunately he only saw the roof.

In addition, there are some incredible killer mechanisms, carefully arranged traps, and even a few fake "spinning machines", which are simply a dragnet and impeccable, and several players' eyes twitched and their backs were sweating coldly.

How many lives will it take to fill these traps?

"I am so glad that I brought you into the team, otherwise this kind of map is not something that players of our level can beat."

Dida looked around and shook his head, "That's not the case. Everyone in the team played a crucial role. Without Sister Ji's special ability, without PP to help me program, and without Zhang leading the way from the outside, if one person is missing, our trip would not be successful. You who brought all these people together are the biggest contributor."

Baozi smiled proudly and was about to say something modest, but was interrupted by Sister Ji.

"Okay, stop creating a bragging group. I'm curious. Doesn't this killer headquarters have network defense functions? How did you do it?"

"There are only some antivirus guards on the periphery, but nothing inside," Di Da shook his head. "It shouldn't be like this. After all, this is one of the most powerful killer organizations, but it really doesn't."

The few people looked at each other and felt uneasy, but as Baozi said, this map is not for players of this level at all. It's already the limit to be able to do this. Now no matter what, you can only force your way through. The worst thing is a life.

Until the end of the 'virtual channel', there was no network-level blockade. Di Da looked back and said:

"I'm going to convert the virtual signal into reality. I may feel a little dizzy, just like being disconnected from the Internet in cyberspace. Bear it and don't scream."

The next moment, the mycelium began to grow wildly, wrapping the bodies of the four people, giving them the feeling that they were like the male pig feet in The Matrix, flushed down the toilet naked.

When they entered the 'virtual channel' before, the ticking sound was real, but Baozi and the others seemed to be wrapped in a thick layer of code. Now that Baozi and the others have returned to their normal form, the ticking sound is like a holographic projection, blurry and unreal.

As soon as the few people came out, they were on their own. The place where the group was located seemed to be an ancient hall, empty, without even a screen.

In the center of the hall, there was an old-fashioned textile machine the size of a piano, with a loom frame, weft shaft, warp shaft, shuttle, cotton tube, and pedal; the spinning thread swayed up and down with the shuttle, weaving into gauze, and the gauze was engraved with a person's name.

It was as if an invisible person was sitting opposite the textile machine and weaving.

This strange sight made several people slightly change their expressions.

"It seems that we have found the rightful owner!"

Baozi licked his lips, and as soon as he had an idea, the four level 40 robot guards strode forward and soon reached the textile machine.

There are two baskets on the left and right sides of the loom. The former holds silk threads, and the latter holds woven fabrics.

There were various names on the woven silk. The five people still did not dare to step forward. They just let Baozi share the field of view with the robot and rummaged in the basket. Soon, Baozi said in surprise: "Found it!"

In the shared field of vision, the name "Bringing a knife but not an umbrella on a rainy night" was successfully revealed.

"What to do now?"

It's a bit unbelievable that the mission went smoothly. Now everyone has several choices, one is to cut off the name, the consequences are unknown, the other is to destroy the textile machine, the consequences are still unknown.

"Let Brother Umbrella know and let him decide based on his feelings."

Baozi decided to leave the decision to "bring a knife or an umbrella on a rainy night", and a moment later, Brother Umbrella's response came, which was unexpectedly different.

‘Use the loom to weave another name for me. ’

‘Why? ’

‘Brother Umbrella wants to join the establishment? ’

‘Yeah, why? ’

Several people were afraid to speak and were typing frantically in the communication group.

‘Intuition’ carrying a knife without an umbrella on a rainy night

"Your intuition is a bit unreliable," even Baozi, who had always been a fan of Brother Umbrella, felt that something was wrong.

‘By the way, who among us knows how to use a textile machine? ’

Several people's eyes immediately fell on Sister Ji.

‘Look at what I’m doing, I can only draw nude pictures and can’t weave anything. ’ Sister Ji flatly refused.

"But I have an inexplicable feeling that Sister Ji, you know how to do it," the pp leader said cutely.

‘In this way, Sister Ji, you try it once. Regardless of life or death, the reward for this mission will be +10%. ’ Baozi gritted his teeth and said.

"Are you stupid? Just let your robot come on," Sister Ji replied.

‘This is a good idea, but let the robot go up. If there is any curse, it won’t be indirectly connected to me, right? ’

‘Fuck you, Baozi, you are so lacking in virtue, even you can’t do it, but even my mother can do it? ! ’

Baozi smiled awkwardly and directly drove the robot forward. However, unexpectedly, the robot connected by the signal did not respond at all.

‘That’s weird, I can’t do this, the robot doesn’t obey orders. ’

‘Are you pretending to be stupid again? ’

‘I’m not going to lie to you. ’ The bun is called Qu.

‘Captain Baozi shouldn’t be lying. I just tried a virtual invasion, but I couldn’t get any data on the textile machine. ’

‘Same here, no abnormal data flow can be detected, or in other words, there is no data flow at all. ’

The textile machine in front of me seemed not to exist at all.

‘Forget it, they’re all trash, I’ll do it anyway, Brother Umbrella, remember you owe me two favors! I've sold my body to you! ’ At the critical moment, Sister Ji still kept her tongue in mind.

"Yes" I replied with a knife but no umbrella on a rainy night.

Sister Ji walked up with a vigilant look on her face. The result was the same as the previous robots, without any obstacles.

However, when Sister Ji sat down on the stool of the textile machine, her expression changed, her hands and feet seemed to be out of control, she fiddled with the spinning threads, stepped on the pedals, and actually started spinning.

‘Damn it, Sister Ji, you still say you don’t know how to do it, you are just a veteran! ’

‘What a bastard, old driver, come and save me, my body is out of control! ’

But before they could leave, news about Sister Ji came again.

‘No, wait a minute, I seem to be able to control it again, wait a minute and let me try. ’

Sister Ji endured the cold feeling all over her body and forced herself to run her life body. The implanted silk thread on her body was slowly pulled out, directly replacing the spinning thread, and wound around the two axis frames.

The next moment, an indescribable feeling emerged from her heart. The past, present, and future of countless individuals seemed to have been boiled into a pot of soup, slowly rippling in her heart. The bubbles in the soup were like life. Among the events, big and small, there are not only the past, but also the future.

She seems to have the ability to fluctuate the "soup" and change someone's fate.

Accompanied by the sound of "crackling" stamping, the fabric gradually closed, and a new name emerged.

Carry a knife without an umbrella on a rainy night.

The deep connection with this textile machine immediately made Sister Ji realize that the relationship between Brother Umbrella and this textile machine was severed.

'Thank you very much for your recovery. Escape quickly, otherwise things will change if you wait too long.' Bring a knife but no umbrella on a rainy night.

However, the next moment, Sister Ji's expression changed. She felt that she was no longer the owner of the 'textile machine', but that her whole body, from body to soul, was being dragged into this bowl of soup.

'Help! Help! ! ’

The expressions of the others also changed, but no matter how they attacked, they could not hit the textile machine.

It was as if the textile machine and Sister Ji did not exist in this space at all.

Just when he was at a loss, purple light suddenly lit up from the mirror on Baozi's waist.

The purple string space opens, and someone appears on the stage!