There is always something wrong with the temple

It was brown and gray, and even the lines were crushed to pieces.Large swathes of color are escaping quickly, as if a slow beat will be swallowed by the empty gray and black.

In the entire foreign library, only the crumbling white of Wusu remained.

His white robe dragged across the gray lines.

The luster and color are swallowed up, only the place where the veil has been wiped is clean, bright, and throbbing with brown.

color, color...

The gust of wind stirred up the stench.

A sharp curved hook had already been formed, and the speed of piercing Wusu was not to mention slow.

boom--

Light, clean white, delicate pink, bright red, calm blue, deep black... from Wusu's body, it is like a small fountain. Visible light is like crystal clear spring water, flowing along The arms, along the knees, along the jio girl, along the white robe that dragged the floor, blended into the gray floor.

It also formed a light shield to block the swift attack.

Wusu Xiaofountain continued to bow his head, and he slowly pressed his handkerchief into the basin and rubbed it twice, continuing to wipe the bookshelf.

bang bang bang-

The sound of successive attacks was right next to my ears, and the light shield was indestructible, firmly swallowing all the attacks.

The twisted mud that the shadow turned into froze for a few seconds. After swallowing all the colors, it seemed to gain faster action. Except for the huge sickle-shaped spikes, there were several protrusions from its soft muddy body. , the protrusions kept sticking and agitating, and quickly grew into tentacles several meters long.

The tentacles were sticky with mucus, dripping on the floor with a sizzling sound, and the slimy creature gradually turned into a mucus-like, stenchy smell slipped from the pile-like body, and the swinging tentacles creaked and whipped the light shield.Two tiny tentacles brushed against the protection of the light shield, trying to sweep Wusu away with burning pain.

vitality.

The huge vitality dazzled the monster's mind, leaving only the desire to plunder.

Wusu flat mouth.

He was small, and the places he could touch were also small. After Wusu wiped the places he could, he only wiped the lower shelf of the bookshelf.

The bookshelves are tall, built against the wall, and spread up to the dome.The thick and majestic edges and corners are inlaid with low-key and luxurious gemstones, and the places that have been wiped by handkerchiefs reveal their original magnificence, while more large pieces of broken lines have not been restored.

This is what the system says needs to be cleaned up.

Wusu turned around.

The tentacles that lashed over quickly almost touched Wu Su's hair.

"Is it okay to let the npc walk around freely?"

While cutting the tree, Mina said that the only place where the light of the Ringing Tree can shine is the large ruins.

The area of ​​the ruins was already large enough. Hugo roughly estimated that it would be the size of a small town, and this should have been the scope of the temple.

And to cut down a tree, you have to stay away from the light.

Although there are still a lot of clown flowers buried in the ground, firstly, they can't dig the soil, and secondly, the light of the clown flower is really not bright enough. When the players were distressed, I did not eat eggplants and polished the torches.

"Damn, I couldn't live and die before, but now it's okay again?" The elf cursed with a handsome face.

Alyosha said with a cold face, "After the tree of bells grows, there will be no restrictions on the light here."

After the tree of light grew, they took many identification techniques in a row, but they could only identify the name of the tree, and the others were all question marks.

The orc even went offline to search the forum, but found nothing.

Bang——

Mina's hammer had been put away by herself a long time ago, and she was chopping trees with the finished ax.As a blacksmith, she has great strength, and she can cut down trees faster than Alsu.

It doesn't mean that if you have enough strength, you will win completely, it depends on your skills.

After all, as the slogan said, "Shenji Continent" is a real world, and people who can cut down trees and have skills are definitely much better than those who don't.

After listening to Mina's words, Alesu, who cut down the tree with her, said in a naive voice, "Hugo checked nearby. It seems that there are no monster spawn points. It should be fine for the time being."

And they have all seen it, Wu Su is going to the temple.

The temple is in the middle, which is safer than they have to sneak into the secluded forest.

Mina pursed her lips, and Yujie's face was a little worried, "But he is small and looks very delicate, what if he falls down again?"

The orc brother was taken aback, and was a little distressed when he heard the words.

Yes.

Wusu is small, tender, and clumsy.

What if I get hurt?

No matter how fast the tentacle is, it cannot be faster than light and color.

Wusu Small Fountain is full of light.

All kinds of light surged, as if the brilliant rainbow light was joyful on Wu Su's body. He stretched out his hand slowly, the speed seemed to be extremely slow, but the tentacles were desperately moving upwards, as if he was stuffing himself. Into Wusu's hands.

The slime monster feeds on colors, and when it came into contact with Wusu, it instinctively trembled with ecstasy, its desire soared and expanded, and more tentacles desperately struggled to penetrate the light shield, as if they were about to curl up and wrap Wusu.

Wu Su tilted his head.

The stench of the slime was close at hand. Compared with the three-meter-tall slime monster, the little Wusu was too small.

The small fountain is constantly surging.

Color, color, color...

Colors are running and bursting.

More light shields wrapped Wusu, and the slime monster was still unable to penetrate, only the first two thin, small tentacles were pinched by Wusu.

Thin gray and white tentacles, small tender white hands.

Dead white.

Fresh white.

This slime monster is a chaos monster born from death. It can be all the creatures it has seen. The slime shape makes it infinitely malleable.

It lives by devouring color.

All visible light is its food.

Black, red, green, white, blue, yellow, orange.All, all colors, after adding adjectives, the whiteness of the human body, the redness of blood, the blueness of hair, the brownness of pupils... After the color is stripped away, only dry and messy lines remain.

Dead silence.

Wu Su didn't like this smell.

He wiped off the remaining breath carefully, but the constant, constant stench would continue to spread.

Wu Su thought seriously.

(Ah, this time I really thought about it)

The stench is endless, and the slime that swallows the colors is also expanding.

Almost touching the dome.

Then cover it.

Wu Su lowered his head and looked at his hands.

The original colors of the Wusu Small Fountain poured into the outer library along the body. Although it is not clear from the corners, the dome of the outer library is actually covered with the original colors.

The bright and gorgeous dome hangs the night, dotted with stars, and the light is like a blinking night light.

The dry color, the collapsed color, flowed back at a faster speed than before.

from tiny hands.

View from the dome of the outer library.

Trek back from Wusu's will.

The slime gradually trembled.

Instinct makes it greedy.

Desire makes it long.

But this goblin-sized creature in front of him made it inexplicably scramble and shrink back.

Stiff climbed up the slimy slimy tentacles.

The colors returned to the Outer Library, as if the brushes were stained with colorful brilliance, and the colors swept across the sky after being smeared.In the dark dome, the stars are dancing with light, inside the dark golden window frame, gemstones are shining with milky white light, the dark curtains move without wind, and the red gold tassels are swaying, for fear that the color will also be shaken off.

Wusu crushed the tentacles.

The solidified stiffness was covered with slime mud, and the hardness like a stone statue made it lose its vibrancy.

clack clack clack -

This fission gradually expanded, covering the entire huge stone.

Just like the sound of rain falling continuously, not only this place, but even the whole temple is full of movement.

The main hall where the tree of bells is rooted, the swaying walls in the corridor, and the large unknown places behind, accompanied by the crushed slime in Wu Su's hand, it was like a rain of stones.

Several players rushed out from everywhere in shock, looking at the shrine that was constantly moving in surprise.

【Ah. 】

The nameless chuckle flowed into Wusu's ears.

The comfortable wind blew over Wusu's ears, like an invisible touch, and the small earlobes were pink.

"Five sous!"

Mina ran over and hugged the little npc. She touched Wusu's chest and back, "I thought this temple was going to collapse, and you were buried inside..."

Wusu was buried in the soft chest.

stunned.

So soft.

"What are you doing with your salty pork knuckles?" I couldn't see Mina's crazy behavior of eating tofu without eating eggplant, so I pulled away the dwarf sister Yu with my mouth curled up.

Wu Su stood a little helpless.

Just after he crushed the slime, the clanging mission completion sound continued.

[Task: Reading library cleaning progress 010]

[Cleaning progress: 1010]

[Reward: 100 points]

【Mission: Clean up the dome 015】

[Cleaning progress: 1515]

[Reward: 150 points]

【Task:……】

Dozens of translucent prompts appeared in front of Wu Su's eyes, all of which were frames for him to complete the task, and the points in the upper left corner doubled to 5500 points.

Get rich.

It seems that the dirt he wants to clean up is the slime, but I don’t know why after cleaning the slime in the outer library, it seems to clean up other places as well.

Could it be that this slime is so big that all the dirt covering the temple is it?

Mina was still asking about Wusu's safety in a low voice.

Wusu had never said a very long word.

He pursed his lips, stammered a little bit, and was a little bit shy while being held in Mina's arms, and he spoke slowly.

Pythia city.

A wide, dirty river flows through the city, there are continuous wharves, factories rolling in the mist, figures swaying in the mist, low-key and quiet carriages drive through the streets paved with gravel, gentlemen in tuxedos ride in carriages, noble Women go in and out of jewelry stores, and the old and disrepaired signs of watch shops are faded. Under the dark sky, the air is filled with an obscure and decayed smell.

There is a clear distinction between the rich area and the poor area, and there is a natural gap.

The rich people in the East District disdain to set foot in the West District, and they even feel that it is a shame to live in Pythia City with the untouchables in the West District.Ordinary people in the Central District go out early and return late every day, and the money they work for is probably enough for them to live.Although it was hard work, it was much better than the people in the West District.

But Pitiya City is the newest and most dynamic city. In recent decades, many alchemy factories have been opened in the central and western districts. Those big factory owners especially like the manpower in the western district.

Cheap, but also a large amount.

Eastside.

On the First Street, wandering tramps shivered and avoided the night watchmen, trying to find a comfortable and warm place to avoid the night.

On the street where the wheels rolled, the sound of vibration was transmitted through the stone layer to the sewer.

In the dirty and filthy sewer, it was so dark that you couldn't see your fingers.

In a sunken hole somewhere, under a tattered blanket, a skinny man held tightly to an invisible god statue, muttering to himself, "...forgive...I'm guilty...kill them...kill them... ..."

The voice gradually grew louder.

neigh.

pain.

"Sacrifice with my flesh and blood, my soul, and my magical power... kill them... kill them!"

It is not a rune, it is not a sacrificial speech, and it is not a ritual sacrifice.

Ben will not succeed.

The idol lit up.

squeak-

After an unknown period of time, a fat mouse quickly crawled through the sewer, pawing at the blanket for a long time.

A little bit of dust fell on the tip of its nose.

The small black eyes suddenly turned red, biting the god statue that he did not know where to get, and rushed out.

Such a howling, desperate plea.

There are many.

a lot of.

Wu Su, who was being hugged and rubbed by Mina, turned her head.

The tall, historic temple stood silently behind him.

The swaying flowers and plants carry innocence.

It's as if nothing happened.