The length was quickly measured, 3152 meters, and the dig was dug a little deeper.
Jiu Motoko said: "The more you dig under this island, the thicker the soil becomes, and in the end there is a layer of black mucus in the soil."
Gong Yangyan was stunned, "Sister Jiu, you didn't find oil, did you?"
"I didn't want to make it too clear, but if you think about it that way, I can only say that it is blood that is so thick that it turns black." Jiu Motoko listened to TV all day about oil prices and knew that after being refined, it would become gasoline. .
She really didn't want to talk about Gong Yangyan's thoughts. Can oil be dug in the Ghost Prison Dojo?
If you think about it on your knees, you have to think about something supernatural and scary.
Xiaoyang still has a problem with his thinking and has not changed.
Gong Yangyan said disappointedly: "I thought it was oil, but it turned out to be useless dirty blood."
It was indeed useless, and Shu Motoko also felt right. The dojo was full of useless things, with no practicality at all.
The fantasy level is not as good as science fiction movies, the real life level is not as good as mother-in-law and daughter-in-law fight dramas, the romance level...oh, this one doesn't have it.
Players in the dojo don't even fall in love, let alone ghosts and ghosts. Everyone is a ruthless immortal cultivation machine.
"It's only noon anyway, let's blow up the island first." Jiu Motoko looked up at the sky. There was no sun and she couldn't tell the time. Although her phone could be turned on, the time was all garbled and she couldn't tell how long it had been. .
She looked back at the landlady and her family, and found that they were sitting on chairs or cushions dug out of the ruins, looking around idly, with no intention of working at all.
This is showing off and not willing to work.
They were all lying flat like this, and they hadn't collapsed in the dojo's trials. No. 1 didn't know how much effort he had put in, and he was so busy that he almost vomited blood.
Jiu Yuanzi cursed fiercely in his heart.
In Heaven, No. 1, who could not wait for the dojo to be revised, was bored, sitting by the Yao Pond, looking at the spiritual fish in the water, and yawned.
I muttered silently in my heart: "How long has it been for this piece of trash? How come it still hasn't been repaired by the trial collapse?"
“Absolutely don’t go in to see it in advance. Wait until you are reminded before going.”
He picked up a leaf, injected spiritual power into it and knocked it out of the water. The leaf jumped on the water like stone flakes for more than forty times before falling into the water and spinning and floating around.
In the Ghost Prison Dojo, there is still something to do before Jiu Motoko triggers the Roche Destruction Bomb.
She asked Gong Yangyan to find ten buckets, basins, pots and other large containers from the ruins of the house, and then took out ten food stamps, leaving only three as spares.
Then she prepared the Ming coins and decided to buy enough Meng Po soup at once. Who knew if she could still buy it after leaving this dojo.
Anyway, it’s not like you can’t hide everything in your sleeves, so buy it first to be prepared.
"I want to buy ten barrels of Meng Po soup." Jiu Yuanzi poured spiritual power into the food stamps, and then threw them on the Ming coins.
Compared with disappearing at the beginning, this time the food stamps and ghost coins took three seconds to emit golden light and disappear.
She looked at the ten containers and waited patiently.
Buying ten barrels at a time must take two minutes, right?
Beside the Naihe Bridge in the Underworld, the war has become day-to-day. As Po Meng's soup overflows all over the floor, Bo Xiaoni, whose strength is only less than 3%, and Po Meng, whose strength has increased several times after deterioration, are fighting. Tie.
The two terrifying guys are now in a stalemate, and neither one can kill the other directly.
The soup in the pot no longer overflows, and the pot is boiling at a moderate temperature, so it cannot keep rolling.
Po Meng's bald and sparse white hair now grew to more than ten meters long, entangled Bo Xiaoni's three clay clones and tied them in various patterns.
It's a pity that her hair is falling out so much, otherwise she could wrap her prey completely in white hair before, but now it's like a rope tied to a crab, taking up only this small area.
The armor on Bo Xiaoni's body had lost its luster, and she looked like a pig that had rolled in the mud. Her whole body was covered in mud. Although she had wrapped it herself, she looked dusty and dirty.
One of the two beings was panting, the other was hoarse and growling, both of them holding on for the last breath to see who would fall first.
Suddenly, the pot started to vibrate, and the shaking became more and more violent, making a fierce noise.
Bo Xiaoni opened her eyes wide and stared at the pot.
After getting worse, Mrs. Meng also turned around and looked at the pot behind her. She saw that it was shaking more and more, and the soup in the pot was shaking out.
Compared with the previous time where it didn't even tremble and exploded directly, this time it took a little longer to tremble.
The fact that the reading is so long means that the explosion must be quite powerful.
Po Meng turned around, ignoring Bo Xiaoni, and raised the twisted tentacle-like spoon in her hand to put it into the pot.
There was madness in its eyes and unknown words roared from its mouth.
"boom!"
Before the spoon could be put into the pot, the soup pot exploded.
The soup gushes out like a fountain, rushes into the air dozens of meters high, and pours it on the face of the deteriorating Po Meng.
Some of the soup was taken away by the golden light, and the portion was larger than before.
As Po Meng's face began to melt, it covered its vaporized head. When its hand touched the soup, it also began to vaporize. Its tattered and hollow throat made a harsh and terrifying sound.
It's like a ghost crying in a wind tunnel, mixed with the electric sound of a poorly received radio station, which makes people irritated and disgusting.
Bo Xiaoni took the opportunity to spit out a mouthful of golden blood, and her energy level instantly dropped a lot.
Golden blood fell to the ground. She formed a seal with her hands in front of her body and whispered in her mouth: "In the name of Mother Earth, swallow, plunder, ingest, and bury this poor lost soul."
The ground began to shake, and the soil came to life. They surged out of the ground, like a wave wrapping around the deteriorating Meng Po who was holding her head and roaring, absorbing its remaining vitality.
Po Meng roared and tried to break free from the dirt on her body, but her body was severely damaged by the soup, and half of her head had been corroded, revealing a dark brain with a short luminous dagger inserted inside.
The dagger was also drizzled with soup, making it look rusty.
The light above is getting weaker and weaker, and Meng Po is getting weaker and weaker. Its body energy is swallowed up by the earth, and the power of the soil is getting stronger and stronger.
Eventually, the dagger lost its luster, carbonized with a click, and shattered.
Po Meng was also completely covered in soil and pulled into the earth.
A ball of blood-red words floated out from the ground: Naihe Bridge.
Bo Xiaoni reached out and grabbed these three words, and they turned into blood and slipped into her hand.
All the monster corpses turned into gray smoke, and the cracked earth filled with rivers of blood began to lose its terrifying aura.
The blood moon faded, the sky began to shine, blue sky and white clouds appeared, light yellow reeds grew on the ground, and red flowers of the other side bloomed by the river.
Finally, the sunshine from the imperial city shines on this land. The river bank on this side of the bridge is covered with reeds and other flowers. The sun is bright and the air is fresh.
The river was still dark and there were countless terrifying monster corpses, which formed a sharp contrast.
Bo Xiaoni sat down on the ground. An asphalt road stretched from a distance and stopped at the edge of the bridge.
On the side of the road, a bus stop appeared with the name of the bus stop: Dashiqiao Station.
A luxury car drove over and stopped in front of Bo Xiaoni. The door opened and Aaron was thrown out of the car.
Mr. Yan got out of the car and burst into tears when he looked at Bo Xiaoni, "I just received a call. It turns out that you are my long-lost daughter. I am here to take you back to be the eldest daughter."
"This man is not worthy of you and is the sinner who ruined our father-daughter relationship!"
Bo Xiaoni looked at him with a tired smile, then grabbed her hand on the ground and pulled out a dirty white-haired girl doll from the mud.
"Look, I got her back, along with the land that was taken away." She held up the doll and smiled.
"Just find it, I will definitely find everything that was lost." Mr. Yan said softly.
Then he suddenly scolded Aaron with a cold face: "Why are you still standing there? Why haven't you helped the eldest lady into the car? From today on, you have to take good care of the eldest lady, you useless son-in-law!"
Aaron quickly got up and said, "Yes, I'll do it right away."
Bo Xiaoni was helped into the car and suddenly said: "Aaron, I don't allow you to smile crookedly."
"Miss, my mouth doesn't crooked when I smile?" Aaron closed the car door and said doubtfully.
"Drive." Mr. Yan rolled his eyes at him. He is an ignorant guy who doesn't know this.
The car drove away, and the Yin soldiers who were still there turned into normal people, including men, women, and children.
They stood around and chirped, "The scenery at Dashiqiao is nice, but it's a little far away from the city."
"Let's take the bus back. After a day of fun, it's time to go home for dinner."
Behind them, the terrifying scene behind the bridge disappeared, replaced by a small bridge, clear river water, and a beautiful sea of flowers.
As if walking across the bridge, you can follow the road to the distant place of happiness.
In the endless darkness, a cold roar came, "Houtu!"
