When the landlady called for dinner at noon, no one was willing to put down their work and go to eat.
In the end, Yuan Zhouli was kicked out and took his girlfriend Ai Zijia to dinner.
The main purpose is to feed my girlfriend, who is not of much use at the ditch anyway, other than reaching out to fish out the trophies in the water and doing some logistical work.
She is not as good at this as Gong Yangyan, who has all the tools ready.
When he was not fishing for spiritual objects, he would bring juice to Shu Motoko, and then he would carefully take out a fully charged tablet and open a form to register the type and quantity of the spiritual objects.
At first glance, you can see that they are well-prepared and perfectly competent professional logistics personnel.
As more and more demons are killed, everyone is unconsciously trying to find ways to reduce the use of spiritual power, trying to save a little and use it more often.
This allowed them to substantially improve their control of spiritual power.
After all, I usually don't want to use my spiritual power outside, and I don't have so many opportunities and free time to repeatedly kill monsters in the dojo, so my efficiency is slowly improving.
The consumption rate of Meng Po Soup is increasing and it will bottom out soon.
Jiu Motoko took a look and saw that there was still some time before dark, so he couldn't waste any minute or second.
So she took out another Ming coin and a food stamp, put them together and said, "I want to buy another bucket of Meng Po soup."
The food stamps and Ming coins disappeared again, and Jiu Yuanzi waited happily. Compared with Taozi's instant appearance, Meng Po's soup came slower.
Under the blood moon.
In the endless corruption land, one of Bo Xiaoni's three clay bodies has only the upper body left, and the other two are also damaged in different ways, missing arms and legs.
The number of Yin soldiers she brought has been reduced by half, and they are fighting with the rotting monster corpses on the ground.
The lid of the pot on the Naihe Bridge has been closed, and the weird monster has grown to more than ten meters tall. It is holding a weird long spoon covered with swellings and deformities, twisting like a snake, and spitting out a corrosive breath.
"Mother Meng, you have become stronger again." One-third of Book Xiaoni's armor was destroyed, and only the parts of the land that had been contaminated by the soup could be used by her.
The polluted Po Meng was several times stronger than before, and she had already lost her original intelligence.
After just a face-to-face meeting, Bo Xiaoni was at a disadvantage.
She glanced at the pot. The lid had been put back by Mrs. Meng before she came.
If it was Hou Tu, how could he be so angry!
A little Mrs. Meng, so weak, you were not even qualified to see me.
I'm afraid we still won't be able to take back this place today. If we are seriously injured here, the Yin soldiers will not be able to replenish the original number.
Damn it, I have no choice but to retreat again!
Bo Xiaoni gritted her teeth and shouted in humiliation: "Yin soldiers, prepare..."
Before the word "retreat" could be uttered, the pot suddenly exploded again, and the lid of the pot was blown away more than ten meters, smashing a pile of monster corpses into pieces.
The soup in the pot was also exploded, splashing directly onto Po Meng's back, buttocks and thighs, immediately burning her and causing her to scream.
More soup was poured onto the ground, and white light appeared in large areas.
Bo Xiaoni was surprised and happy. She didn't know why the pot kept blowing up, but this was her chance.
Spiritual power surged, and the power of the land where the brilliance was located was used by her to quickly repair her armor and the clay statue behind her.
She yelled: "The whole army of Yin soldiers is attacking!"
A ball of Meng Po Tang was carried away by the golden light in this chaos.
In the pot, there was only half a pot of soup left, but it was slowly rising. Without a lid and no one lovingly stirring the soup with a large spoon, it would overflow over the edge and flow to the ground.
Po Meng was entangled by Bo Xiaoni at this time. She was unable to pick up the pot lid, let alone use the distorted spoon to stir the soup.
Fear rose in her heart and was about to overflow!
Jiu Yuanzi got another bucket of Meng Po soup. She was too lazy to add soup to the water herself, so she left the matter to Gong Yangyan.
I watched everyone playing ghosts like this until it got dark and thick fog began to cover the water, and then I returned to the house with everyone happily.
The house has been repaired. For lunch, we eat chopped green onions cooked in boiled water, and for dinner we drink boiled green onion soup.
I don’t know if the proprietress is out of ingredients or is busy repairing the house and has no time to cook delicious food.
But it was pretty good without the people in the basement making soup.
Ai Zijia did not prepare Bigu Pills, and today's soup was vegetarian, so she was relieved that it was not some terrible human flesh porridge.
So accompanied by Yuan Zhouli, he drank another big bowl.
Others simply ignored the boss and his family, and were not even willing to show off. Their performance was not worthy of their performance.
The landlady was very angry. Although she didn't cook soup and porridge very well, these people were too disrespectful.
They were just pretending last night and this morning, but now they don't even pretend, and they refuse to drink soup.
She took a few deep breaths and said, forget it, these people are going to be finished anyway, just do whatever you want.
Everyone gathered in the living room, took out the day's loot, and gave half of it to Shu Motoko.
I wanted to continue killing ghosts tomorrow, but no magic weapon fell out, so everyone honestly shared half of it, and at most I was careful to hide a little bit.
Jiu Motoko didn't care about that little thing. When she saw everyone excited that everyone had earned hundreds of spiritual items, she was a little bored.
There are too many worthless spiritual objects, and I feel like a rag collector.
So what if there are 50,000 spiritual objects each? Jiu Yuanzi puts 1,000 of them into the Qiankun in his sleeves and it’s only worth 50 million.
"..." For Mr. Ning, 500 million is nothing.
She realized a problem. It didn't seem possible to always collect rags like this.
Let's do this this time, and think of a way to get things right next time.
The Qiankun in the Sleeve is not for garbage, it needs to be something that can be sold for tens of millions or hundreds of millions a piece.
It was completely dark, and the thick fog had reached the window. It was so foggy outside that I couldn't see anything.
Everyone cheered up and nervously restored their spiritual power, and then their eyes fell on Ai Zijia.
She is in a good mood now.
According to her observation, even if she divided half of the spiritual items her boyfriend Yuan Zhouli earned today, they would be worth at least five to six million.
There are only a few days left, and this time I can make at least 20 million if I go out!
She had her eye on a house for a long time and was waiting to find a rich husband to buy it.
It only costs more than 10 million to buy it, which is a full 140 square meters. In Haidu, where land is at a premium, it is everyone's wish to own such a large house.
See her happily sitting at the dining table, chatting with Yuan Zhouli about the house she is looking forward to, how good the location is, and how good the primary and secondary schools are equipped.
Gong Yangyan asked in a low voice: "Sister Jiu, why haven't the ghosts come yet?"
Jiu Yuanzi took a look and saw that the boss and his family hadn't gone upstairs yet, but the old lady still hadn't come down to eat. She was a little suspicious that it was because she only had one set of clothes, and Mao Miao was too embarrassed to come downstairs barefoot in a tank top and shorts.
She won all the old lady's shoes. She didn't want to do this. She just blamed herself for being lucky. Gong Yangyan played a lot of cards for her.
This is life.
But solving the puzzle was more important. Jiu Motoko stood up and said, "Bah bang bang." She turned off all the lights on the first floor.
The living room was instantly plunged into darkness.
Sure enough, Ai Zijia's scream immediately came from the darkness.
More than a dozen flashlight lights appeared, all shining on the dining table.
In addition to the different styles, players all chose flashlight lighting, which can save a little bit of spiritual power.
Ai Zijia sat on the dining chair, her head lowered and motionless. Looking over, she knew something was wrong.
Yuan Zhouli jumped out four or five meters early and reached the sofa. Then he took out a flashlight and shined it with a serious face.
Ai Zijia's body did not move, but her head slowly rotated 180 degrees. It was originally a very scary scene, but thinking about her supernatural powers, everyone was a little unsure whether she was really possessed by a ghost.
Maybe I just forgot to turn my body when I looked back.
At this time, she said faintly: "On the Lantern Festival, we have to guess the lantern puzzle. Let's play a game and guess the puzzle on the lantern. Live. If you can't guess it, you die."
Jiu Yuanzi raised his hand and said, "Wait a minute, your lantern has been destroyed by fire and water."
"Ah?" Ai Zijia raised her head suddenly, her face had changed a long time ago. She was a strange woman who had not slept well, had heavy dark circles under her eyes, and had a poor-quality white face and red lips.
Her eyes were bloodshot, she stared at Jiu Yuanzi and screamed: "Flower lantern, my lantern!"
Jiu Yuanzi pointed to the back of the door and said, "It's right behind the door. It seems that the boss hasn't fixed it for you."
The boss and his family had already run to the stairs. They didn't expect Jiu Motoko to suddenly turn off the lights. When she said this, the boss immediately cursed: "I'm not a lantern maker, how can I repair lanterns!"
"You can play by yourself, we are going to bed."
"Stop talking nonsense and go back to your room quickly." The wife of the boss pushed the boss and the family ran upstairs quickly.
Jiu Motoko was a little speechless. He was obviously not a serious person, but he was afraid of the ghosts in the house at night.
She turned back to the possessed Ai Zijia and said, "Look, they ran away with guilty conscience."
"Since the lanterns are gone, why don't you show us a few puzzles to answer. Let me give you an example, such as the question of how many chickens are equal to 1 chicken plus 2 chickens."
Jiu Yuanzi pointed at everyone present and said: "We have never gone to school, we don't know a single word, we still have some IQ problems, we can't even count clearly, we are all mentally retarded."
"Don't ask too difficult questions. If you ask, it's covered in hair, has two horns on its head, is really angry, and can even moo. Then we won't be able to guess what kind of animal it is."
She looked worried and said nervously: "Please ask a simpler question."
Aizijia Ghost showed a ferocious smile and said: "The first puzzle is the existence and smoothness of the Navier-Stoko equation. The time limit is 60 minutes."
Everyone, including top student Gong Yangyan, was stunned.
what? Never heard of it.
