Chapter 216 Frog Hospital (XVI) Pilgrim’s Prayer
Qisi watched Huang Xiaofei finish the tadpole soup in the bowl, and silently asked Lin Chen if the number of eaten tadpoles had changed.
Just like the first day, Lin Chen gave a negative answer, which was once again confirmed that tadpole soup was not included in the calculation of mission progress.
"Cherish food and avoid waste. Breakfast must be eaten!"
Outside the door, the nurse shouted at the top of her lungs, her voice hoarse as frost.
Qisi sat back on his bed, picked up the tadpole soup on the bedside table, and sipped it calmly.
Counting yesterday, Sun Dekuan, Lu Zimo and Huang Xiaofei all drank tadpole soup. It is basically certain that drinking soup is not a sufficient condition to trigger death or crisis.
There must be something wrong with tadpole soup. Drinking the soup will not necessarily lead to death, but not drinking the soup will definitely be fine.
Ordinary people may think that "one more thing is worse than one less thing." Since they know that pouring the soup will not increase the failure rate, they can insist on not drinking it.
But... Chiss is no ordinary person.
In the past two days, although the players have encountered more or less dangers, they have not lost their lives in a real sense. Even the frogs feel more difficult to deal with than the ghosts.
It is basically certain that the small ghost domains that make up this dungeon are very trouble-free and most likely do not like to actively seek trouble.
If three of the four people drank the tadpole soup peacefully and only Zeiss did not drink it, then as a mastermind who did not want to create complications, the easiest way to deal with it was to ignore Zeiss and not play with him.
This is something that Ziss, who pursues perfect clearance, cannot stand.
Therefore, he just needs to retreat to advance, give others a handle, and enter the situation with his own body.
The tadpole soup is not as unpleasant as expected. There is a faint fishy smell in the mouth at first, mixed with the unique muddy smell of the pond, lingering on the tip of the nose and taste buds.
After a careful sip, the taste is mellow and smooth, like ointment, and the taste is delicious and refreshing. Among the dungeons that Qis has experienced, the taste can be ranked among the top three.
—As long as it doesn’t matter what its raw materials are.
While drinking soup, Qisi continued to communicate with Lin Chen through consciousness, and roughly figured out his skills and prop reserves.
[Name: Pilgrim’s Prayer]
[Type: Skill]
[Passive effect: If you have devout faith, you are luckier than ordinary people. You have a half chance of getting it right when you choose one of the four options. When you encounter a fatal crisis, you have a chance of saving the day]
[Active effect: Pray for any existence in the dungeon, and slightly improve its luck in the dungeon (can only be used once per dungeon)]
[Note: I heard that children loved by God are always luckier, perhaps because meeting God has exhausted his greatest misfortune]
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[Name: A note from top students]
[Type: props]
[Effect: Open it at the most urgent moment, and the correct answer to your most troubled question may be written on it~ (Each copy can only be used once, success rate is 50%)]
[Note: Imagine that you are sitting in the examination room of an important exam, facing a blank test paper and worrying about failing the exam. At this time, the student with the best grades in the class comes to the stage to hand in the paper, and gives you a small note...SURPRISE! 】
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[Name: Unusual Blade]
[Type: props]
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[Name: The Umbrella Full of Pain]
[Type: props]
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Well, Lin Chen's skill points are distributed quite evenly. He can assist, solve puzzles, and is not incapable of fighting.
Qisi studied the system panel sent by Lin Chen for a while, and his eyes finally fell on [Pilgrim's Prayer]: "Lin Chen, have you encountered any existence like gods since you entered the game?"
"Huh? A god?" Lin Chen was a little confused, but still answered truthfully, "I don't have a deep impression, but I may have encountered him once, I don't know if that counts."
"In the copy of "No. 33", there is a statue of the number one scholar in the back of the school. It is said that if you worship, you can get good grades. Many students will put a few oranges in front of the statue after passing by..."
This sounds a bit ridiculous, just like the common pre-exam metaphysics in reality. But Zis still asked seriously: "Have you worshiped it? Have you had any further communication with it?"
Lin Chen didn't know why. He noticed Qisi's seriousness and became nervous for a moment: "Everyone was going to worship at that time, so I followed. Qi...Brother Qi, is there something wrong?"
Listening to Lin Chen's tone of voice that he didn't know what was going on, Qisi knew that he was neurotic.
Lin Chen probably hasn't been targeted by a certain god yet. The evil god's bet is not that worthless, and the description of the skill may not point to a specific event.
As for whether Lin Chen lied, Qisi was not worried about this. Anyway, this person has been running live broadcasts, and he can find out if he goes out to check. There is no need to hide something that will be revealed at the first glance.
His thoughts touched something, and Qisi said lightly: "Lin Chen, please turn off the live broadcast."
"Ah? Oh!" Although Lin Chen didn't understand what he meant, he still did it.
Only then did Qisi hang up the consciousness connection with satisfaction.
After a while, the players all finished their portions of tadpole soup and stood up from the bed one after another.
Huang Xiaofei finally noticed the blue frog squatting in the corner, and once again cut it in half neatly.
Anyway, I have killed a bunch of frogs, so I don’t have to worry about the debt. If I encounter such an obviously unlucky thing, I won’t kill it if I don’t kill it.
Qisi was already standing by the door, looking around the room between Huang Xiaofei and his brother with great interest.
Huang Xiaofei noticed it, took a few steps towards the door, and looked up at Qi Si: "We must finish this instance as soon as possible, and it is imperative to go out and explore at night. Let's act together today, and we must find a way to get the duty card."
Qis leaned against the door loosely, and nodded slightly when he heard it: "Then let's go to the morgue together first. Yesterday I promised Cheng Xiaoyu that I would give him a lot of candy."
"Candy?" Huang Xiaofei didn't know the details, and frowned slightly, "It's time now, and you still care about such trivial matters? The failure rate increases by 20% on average every day, we have to speed up the progress..."
Qis said nothing, and took out the candy jar that had been packed so that there was no problem from his backpack.
Under Huang Xiaofei's slightly irritated gaze, he smiled gently and harmlessly: "There is only one duty card, but the dean can approve many access permits, right?"
"You want to please the dean's son so that he can help ask the dean for access permits?" Huang Xiaofei's expression became a little strange, "I don't think this way is feasible. The dean is a core NPC and his position is likely to be hostile to us. It is dangerous to contact too early."
She has been accustomed to holding everything in her hands since she was a child, and she has always been able to achieve good results with her talent and luck. It is inevitable that she has some arrogance to others.
When she has no way of knowing the full picture of the plan, she always feels a little uneasy for no reason and wants to find out more information.
Qis is very clear about her psychology and personality, but he doesn't intend to do as she wishes and relieve her anxiety.
Huang Xiaofei was waiting for her temporary teammate to present facts to refute her concerns, but she saw the young man raised his eyes and gave her a meaningful smile, turning around and walking out of the door without any nostalgia.
Don't play by the rules? Could it be that there is something unfavorable in the plan?
Huang Xiaofei had some guesses, and her dark eyes narrowed unconsciously, with a cold and cold heart.
She whispered: "Your contract is signed on my [Book of the Dead]. When the copy is over, remember to remind me to burn it."
Sun Dekuan didn't know the twists and turns, and after hearing this sentence without a beginning or an end, he scratched his head and continued: "I will try my best to remember it, but my memory may not work."
Huang Xiaofei looked at his nonchalant attitude, and her eyes became darker.
"Sister, do I really not need to go with you?" Lu Zimo said suddenly.
Huang Xiaofei restrained the darkness in her eyes, turned around and gave her cousin a comforting smile: "Your three-legged cat skills are useless, so don't come to make trouble. Stay here and wait for good news from your sister."
Lu Zimo replied hesitantly, lowering his head and wondering what he was thinking.
Huang Xiaofei ignored him and walked out of the room.
Sun Dekuan watched the show for a while, and when he saw that it was no longer lively, he followed him out.
The door of the ward closed behind him, and the three of them stood in the corridor, leaving Lu Zimo alone in the room.
In the narrow corridor, the nurse pushing the empty dining cart wore a mask that covered her entire face, walked back and forth with stiff steps, and looked straight ahead.
"Cherish food, stop wasting, and finish breakfast!"
"Eat a good breakfast, respond to policies, and listen to the radio in time!"
The cold and dull shouts echoed in the corridor, without any emotion, like a recording prepared in advance.
"Click..."
"Squeak--"
One by one, the coffin-like doorways were pushed open from the inside, and a group of pale and thin heads popped out, with rough and dull skin and protruding cheekbones, like skeletons.
The patients who looked lifeless walked out of the door in a sparse manner, dragging their feet like zombies.
Men and women in yellowed hospital gowns sat down on the benches outside the door one after another, huddled in a row like sparrows on a telephone pole, staring blankly ahead.
In silence, the sound of the radio broadcast rang out from the ward, the ceiling, and the floor, surrounding them layer by layer, with no escape.
"A rope for hanging, a bottle for taking medicine..."
"We must be resolute in implementing the policy, and never allow too many children..."
Huang Xiaofei had just left the house when she was hit in the face by this weird slogan, and she felt a weird feeling in her heart, and her eyes twitched slightly.
Sun Dekuan immediately approached enthusiastically and repeated the speculation about the background of the copy that he had told Qi Si before.
Qi Si walked in front, following the route he had taken yesterday towards the morgue and the kitchen.
Behind him, Sun Dekuan was still mumbling in a low voice: "Alas, let this one go, let that go, people are dying one after another, like a bulldozer grinding wheat straw..."
"Little Sister Huang, do you think this is a sin..."