Facing everyone's panic, Jiu Motoko calmly explained: "I'm not sending you to die. If we can't leave the island, then we can just take the island away."
"I was bored when I was watching you kill water ghosts yesterday, so I spent a minute coming up with a good idea. Just use this Roche bomb to blow up the island and let it float away."
"When the time comes to float to the island next door, you can see if there are any acquaintances there, and we can discuss how to go to other people's islands to solve puzzles."
Everyone's brows were so furrowed that they could kill a fly.
Someone raised the question, "I would like to ask, how can the island float?"
Jiu Yuanzi was stunned and forgot to think about this.
But she won't give up this method, the lanterns and ghosts have ruined her.
I have also tried it on the water surface. If you stand directly on the water surface or fly over it, your spiritual power will be sealed. This rule is the basis of the trial and cannot be changed.
But it talks about leaving the island, but it doesn’t say that the island cannot leave on its own.
It's like saying don't run around and watch the door.
As long as you dismantle the door and carry it away, you can take care of the door, not the home.
Therefore, blowing up the island and letting it float away is also a way to go.
As for how to make the island float instead of sinking, Jiu Motoko immediately thought of a way.
She said: "Let's leave a little less, just use spiritual power to make it float on the water, and just leave a meter around the house."
Everyone took a look at the house. Not counting the upper two floors, it was about 400 square meters, plus a one-meter-wide yard outside...
Someone immediately retorted: "No, I can last up to twenty minutes in such a large area."
Others quickly echoed: "I can support it for thirty minutes, and then I have to rest for more than ten hours."
"Five minutes for me."
"Are you so strong? I can only hold on for one minute."
"And we can only make this part of the island float on the water, and there is no way to move it."
"Let's calculate how long we can last if we take turns."
They formed a group and each reported how many minutes they could last to calculate how long the island would stay afloat.
In fact, everyone thinks this method is feasible. After all, we have many acquaintances in the dojo. If we are lucky enough to meet someone from the alien bureau, we can borrow the island by just paying some money.
The alien bureau is very good. As long as they don't steal their prey, they will not take the initiative to attack ordinary monster monks.
A righteous friend is reliable at critical moments.
But the most important question now is how long everyone can hold on without dying before reaching the next island.
Jiu Motoko watched them gather around to count the time, and silently sat on the single sofa she pulled outdoors, waiting for them to count.
In fact, she didn't even need to look to know that these people couldn't hold on, and she didn't count on them in the first place.
But since they were so proactive, Jiu Yuanzi didn't intend to speak out first.
When they find that they can't handle it and come back to ask for help, they can increase their income by the way.
She should learn more from Mr. Ning, be more flexible and think more about making money.
I also want to be an ordinary person who won’t be laughed at and can’t afford five or six billion.
Gong Yangyan didn't think about it. She believed Sister Jiu said that the island could move, so it must be possible, and she didn't even think about relying on them.
Instead, he said seriously: "Sister Jiu, we can't send them to other islands for free, we must collect travel expenses."
Jiu Motoko looked at her and smiled, "That's right, I didn't study business administration in vain. I'll wait for them to figure it out before making an offer."
Soon, they finished calculating the time and came over to discuss with Jiu Motoko: "We did the math and found that we can make up 93.63 minutes here. I don't know how much time you have here."
"Even the seconds are counted?" Jiu Yuanzi really admires these people and must have some reservations. With all his strength, he should be able to reach 120 minutes.
But there are 24 hours in a day, so this is just a drop in the bucket and of no use at all.
She glanced at Gong Yangyan.
Gong Yangyan understood immediately, "The time you have is not enough. Sister Jiu can send you there mercifully, but it will be very expensive, waste your life, money, and shorten your life."
"So, you have to pay for nutrition and travel expenses."
At this time, Jiu Motoko proposed a new plan, "Otherwise, I will give you some island rocks, you can tear down a few pieces of house flooring and lay them on them, and then try to see if they can float to other islands on their own."
Saying this is simply meaningless.
Whose spiritual power can sustain it for such a long time? Even if it can really float on the water, it will sink in less than two hours.
The old man spoke first, but there was really nothing he could do. He looked old and looked very experienced, so he was pushed out by everyone to be responsible for communicating with Jiu Motoko.
He cleared his throat and said, "Fellow Taoist, we will definitely pay for travel expenses and nutritional expenses, but is it really okay?"
"Why is there a problem? The explosion range of the Roche bomb is three kilometers, so let's dig down more than three kilometers below the island. Then blow up the bottom of the island and leave the upper layer intact, and the island can escape from here." Jiu Motoko said calmly.
Based on her careful guess, there must be no problem in doing so.
The old man wanted to say something more, but Jiu Yuanzi interrupted him with a wave of his hand, "Why do monks need mothers-in-law? Between life and death, how can you not allow you to think so much."
"Making the impossible possible is what a monk should do. This will affect your mind."
The old man was heartbroken and said, "Okay, you can't treat a dead horse like a living horse. You can't just wait for death."
He felt heroic in his heart and said positively: "Then we have to prepare something. We will cooperate fully and we will work together to solve the desperate situation."
"Ask Xiaoyang to hand over the spiritual object and ask me to take action. Then find a place to practice. If you want to practice, you can practice. If you want to kill ghosts, continue to practice. If you don't want to do anything, you can volunteer to help the boss and his family." Jiu Yuanzi said.
When she should have mobilized everyone, she said hurtful words, "Just don't come here to hinder me."
"Uh." Everyone's gratitude suddenly disappeared. It wasn't that they didn't want to pay, but they felt a strong sense of disgust.
Forget it, the eldest lady of aristocratic family is like this, it would be nice to be able to help.
Otherwise, what else can I do? I still expect others to put on a show and ask everyone to let me try. Will I be able to lead everyone to escape?
Gong Yangyan took out the tablet, looked at the number of spiritual objects that Sister Jiu had obtained within half an hour, and then compared the level of everyone, and then gave a price that accounted for 70%. Of course, the psychological price was Sixty percent.
But let’s shout first, and we can negotiate the price anyway.
Although she is a fake academic master, the ancestral businessman, who has been influenced by her father since she was a child, is much better than a boy like Jiu Motoko who spends money.
If you have helpers, it's not easy to suffer losses. They won't ask Xiaoyang to negotiate.
Gong Yangyan had people backing her up, and as Party A, she was very arrogant and started to argue fiercely with everyone over the price.
Jiu Motoko thinks it's almost done. Even if the players don't agree, she still wants to take the island away.
At most, it's people who haven't paid. They can share a stone with them, and if it sinks, it has nothing to do with her.
She stood up, chose a spot in the middle far away from the house, took out Motoko's finger cot and started digging.
It was only three kilometers. She had just dug the island and practice made perfect. She was comparable to the pangolin monster. She quickly went deep into the ground and could only see mud and rocks being thrown out by spiritual power.
The boss's family looked at her like this and didn't even want to repair the house.
What's the point of repairing it? After she digs the hole, even the island will be blown up, so she might as well save some money and just live with it.
The old lady had been rescued and was lying on the ruins. She yelped a few times and then muttered: "To live this life, I might as well just tell her how to leave the island."
"Don't try to get us in trouble. Rules are rules. If she really wants to do it, that's her ability." The landlady said calmly.
After three days of torture, she is now calm in facing everything.
Nothing could surprise her again.
In less than an hour and a half, there was a mountain of waste dirt more than ten meters high on the island. Jiu Yuanzi also flew out of the pit and waved to Gong Yangyan.
"Sister Jiu, what's going on?" She ran over and asked excitedly.
The island is about to be bombed, and there is a big scene to watch. How can you not be excited?
Jiu Motoko said: "Forget it, is this pit three kilometers long? If you dig too much, I'm afraid the island will be too thick. If you dig too little, I'm afraid everyone will be blown up."
"How to calculate?" Gong Yangyan asked.
Jiu Yuanzi looked at her dumbfounded, "How do I know that you don't even know this?"
Gong Yangyan quickly explained: "Sister Jiu, we only need to know how long one meter is, then tie a rope to the stone and throw it down. When it reaches the bottom, pull it up again and count how many meters there are."
“But with such a long rope, I don’t know where to find it.”
Jiu Yuanzi looked at her speechlessly, then stretched out her hand towards the pit, and a white spiritual power fell directly from her hand into the pit, like a thin thread.
After a moment, the spiritual power threads flew back and all piled up on the ground.
Gong Yangyan ran to the boss early, pestered him to hand over a tape measure from his trouser pocket, took it back and waited to measure one meter.
She put the tape measure on the ground and measured one meter long, and then said: "Sister Jiu, one meter is that long. As long as I fold the line in half and line it up, I can count it."
Jiu Yuanzi glanced at her and lightly snapped his fingers.
The spiritual power thread flew into the air and folded straight on the ground along a length of one meter.
Gong Yangyan couldn't tell anything about the operation of this hand, and the strangers were also half-informed about it.
But the team headed by Lao Yang were serious monks, and they were all shocked.
Such a sophisticated means of controlling spiritual power to the extreme is no longer something that humans can do, at least he has never heard of it.
Many people can draw spiritual power into thin threads, but it is unheard of to be able to separate it from root to root, perfectly control it into any shape, and persist for such a long time.
Everyone thinks whether a monk is strong or not depends on how much spiritual power he has, and what he pursues is only his volume and capacity, not his skills.
This monster has exerted the control of her spiritual power to the extreme. No wonder she can use the magic weapon for a long time without getting tired at all.
The old man was moved, and he didn't dare to disturb Jiu Yuanzi now.
I just want to wait until the measurement is done, then go up and ask her if she will accept an apprentice. I really want to become a disciple!
