Rebirth: I can easily control the end-of-the-world game

Chapter 495 [No Greasy Food] 10

With the efforts of bulldozer master No. 1 Bi Ke, tiller No. 2 Feng Lan and professional tiller master Hua Hua, they spent three months plowing the land of this copy three times.

The second time, only Feng Lan and Hua Hua took action. Bi Ke, who was more adapted to the marine environment, went underwater with Ling to carefully screen the bottom of the water to see if there were any missed viruses.

Fenglan and Huahua stayed on land. More than 90% of the land was covered with Huahua's vines and countless flowers in full bloom.

"Flower!"

Huahua's body had never been so big before - it was bigger than the meteorite that hit it, much bigger than Bi Ke, and bigger than... Huahua couldn't find a suitable adjective.

But having a too big body is not a good thing either. Huahua is a little worried because his body is spread everywhere, so sometimes he can no longer notice in time what happens in some places. It is like people cannot pay attention in time to the changes in the length of each hair on their head, whether there are fleas, or whether the skin of a certain part of the body is drier or has wrinkles.

"Lanlan has become so small too..." Huahua looked at the tiny Fenglan, the vines swaying, and felt a little happy. "So this is how Bi Ke usually feels~"

Feng Lan casually touched Huahua's vines. In this state, Huahua had already reached S-level. Even though there was a "temporary" label behind it, Feng Lan was satisfied. At least Huahua had indeed touched the boundary of upgrading.

As for how Feng Lan determined that there was still a virus in this instance, you can tell by looking at the panel.

[Cleaning indicator completion rate: 98.745%]

[Player infection rate: 0.27% (player status will be automatically lost if the infection rate exceeds 60%)]

Compared to the previous negative state, there is only a little left now, but the speed of advancement of this little bit is much slower than before, and sometimes it may not advance at all for several weeks.

Feng Lan couldn't help but think of the oil mothers that attacked them before. There were five of them in total, and each one provided a 7% progress indicator.

"Oh, why are there so few?" Feng Lan sighed, sitting in the endless sea of ​​vines and flowers. He patrolled like this every day, and he didn't know when he could find the remaining viruses.

It would be even worse if the virus had no parasitic host. Feng Lan and Ling didn't know how long the incubation period of this virus was or how strong its survival ability was. It would be okay if it could only survive for three to five months, or three to five years would be acceptable. But if it had an extremely long standby life and could survive for decades, Feng Lan would be in trouble.

When Feng Lan started searching on land for the fourth time, the people in the base finally sent people out of the closed base.

I found that the outside world had changed a lot. It was not the horrible scene described in the previous records. There were corpses of compatriots and seas of blood everywhere, and oil workers were everywhere.

The whole mountain and field are covered with flowering vines. There is no need for wind to blow, and the petals are floating in the clear blue sky. When the wind blows, the petals fall like rain. When they fall on people, you can smell the pleasant fragrance.

"This..." The volunteer, prepared for death, took off his helmet and stared blankly at the sky. His rough gloves gently touched the red petals on his hands, tears welling in his eyes. "Is all this real?"

"Is this the end of everything?"

"My God, haven't we been down there for less than two years, but for decades?!"

"No, Ruoxin, maybe... we were transported to another world by the space-time wormhole."

Someone made a joke, but tears welled up in his eyes. He took off his helmet tremblingly. "If all this is just an illusion created by the virus to deceive me, I accept it. It feels like I haven't seen the real sky in ages..."

She prepared herself mentally and opened her eyes, but she didn't see the bloody ropes she'd imagined hanging her, nor did she see the greasy mountains and rivers she'd seen in the material. The sky was still as blue as ever. Looking down, the lake, barely knee-deep, was real, with vines tangling in the water and tiny red flowers blooming on it. Everything was so real...

“It’s true…it’s true…”

The virus is really gone...it's safe outside...

In an instant, the two strange women who suddenly appeared in the base before flashed through her mind. They said that they came to this world to solve this virus.

"Long live! Long live!"

"awesome!"

"The virus is really gone!!! Woo woo ...

A thought flashed through Wu Ruoxing's mind: the two women really weren't lying. At the same time, her scientific research spirit was rekindled. Since the virus was really solved, then the world they described must be true. She wondered if she could apply to the base for a research project in this area...

"Wow...that's great..."

The sound of the wind carried the cheers of the little people below. Feng Lan looked down from the sky and scanned again with her spiritual sense. After confirming that none of these people had the suspected virus, she numbly turned her gaze away and continued to patrol the land, while writing down today's patrol routine in a notebook.

"No virus has been found in the K13 area... The weather is good today."

Seeing that the progress has reached 99%, but there is only a little progress after the decimal point, Feng Lan has gone from initial expectation to numbness now. She wishes she could grow a pair of eyes or GPS that can locate the virus out of thin air.

Ling's mentality was okay. It had only been a few months, and it was common to have to wait for decades for some difficult tasks or tough and timid opponents just to wait for an opportunity.

"Take your time, you have plenty of time." Ling looked at Feng Lan, who was obviously not used to it yet, and thought for a moment, this little guy really seemed to be less than a hundred years old, right?

"As a player, as long as you don't die completely in a dungeon, or do anything that violates the game's rules, your player status is no different from being immortal," Ling said, slowly stroking his long tail. "You have to start adapting to living forever."

"A few months, a few years, a few decades, or even a few hundred years are all very short periods of time. Some players of other races can just sleep and all that time will pass."

Feng Lan took out a lounge chair and half-floated in the water. He lay on it and looked up at the sky. "Hopefully."

Ling pointed to the chair beneath her, "Like this chair."

"As humans with a lifespan of only a few decades, they can buy one at the supermarket, or go to the mountains to chop down trees and make one themselves. The longest they can wait is several years for a custom-made one, but you are different—"

After wiping one side of the tail, Ling moved on to the other, slowly taking out the oil and continuing to wipe. "You can pick a seed, plant a tree, and leave it there. It will slowly grow over decades or even hundreds of years. When you remember it, you can go back to the tree and make a chair yourself. It's still not too late."

"...Then I could go to Central City and find a master with a much faster time flow, spend my points to order a chair, and then, 'whoosh,' I'll wait for him to return from this world, and then decades or even centuries will have passed, and the chair will have been made in a fraction of a second."

"..."

Facing Ling's smiling expression, Feng Lan chose to keep her mouth shut. After a while, she couldn't help but smile again, "I know what you mean... ahem, I mean, I just want to liven up the atmosphere."

Alas, even the immortals don’t like being contradicted when they are trying to teach others.