Kemon woke up.
Looking at the high ceiling, the long-lost sense of relaxation just surged into the sky, and I remembered things in the game again.
It took the player a month, and the highest level player has already reached level 180.
Compared with the previous leveling speed, the player's leveling speed is undoubtedly much slower, but considering the different difficulty of this game, it is normal to slow down.
If they continued to level up at a rate of one day, Kemen would be in trouble. Fortunately, they did not level up at a constant speed.
Even if the whole country devoted a lot of effort to research how to upgrade, it still took them so long to reach level 180. Each subsequent level would take a lot of time and energy, and it would definitely not be easier.
Kemen even thought about launching black ghosts and wild monster believers to attack top players, causing them to die and be demoted, slowing down their leveling speed.
This is a shameless way, but Ke Meng has nothing to be embarrassed about.
Just transmitting information is a problem. Once the information is too long, it is easy for believers to make errors.
After all, the words of the evil god are full of confusing information. It is very powerful for believers to listen to the words of the evil god and ensure that they are not completely crazy. It is almost impossible to hear the words of the evil god clearly.
Last night, Kemeng used the Orb of Evil Thoughts as a container, filled it with thoughts, and then used the skill of issuing missions to believers to transform the container containing thoughts into a related object for issuing tasks.
The thing that can carry Kemeng's thoughts is approaching its limit, and it is impossible to infuse it anymore, so Kemeng cannot perform new operations for the time being.
There are similar things like the Pearl of Evil Thoughts, but there are really not many that can reach the upper limit.
Therefore, Kemeng's believer skills are still difficult to use. There are not enough suitable containers, and too strong a container will cause the believer to die directly, and even watching from a distance will cause him to lose his mind.
"Woof woof!" The round golden retriever glutinous rice ball rolled over, stuck out its big tongue, and licked Kemeng's face, waking Kemeng from his daze.
Ke Meng slapped the glutinous rice balls away.
This guy needs a little lesson as he rubs his nose and licks people when he is given a face.
He stood up and looked at the sacrifices on the floor.
There were too many sacrifices in the evening, and Kemeng only selected a few, deliberately improving the quality and not accepting everything.
There were too many sacrifices and it felt unstable. Many of the sacrifices were of no use to Kemeng and could only be handed over to the investigation bureau.
Kemen went to wash his face first, and then came back to pick up today's sacrifice.
There are a lot of items, but Kemeng wants to pack a whole glutinous rice ball.
"You can't just lick people with your tongue, you know?" Kemeng patted Tangyuan's fur.
Tang Yuan was completely motionless, and I don’t know if he heard clearly.
"Did you hear that?"
"Woof!" I didn't hear it.
Hearing Tangyuan's naughty reply, Baisugao next to him shook his wings, feeling like he was going to die.
No, Kemeng looked at a pumpkin face mask on the floor.
He didn't touch the mask, but first took out the big-faced cat to see what it was.
A big-faced cat with a dull expression appears on the stage. Its fat body is slightly straight, and its head is always looking up at the sky at a 45-degree angle.
Kemen was not surprised and kept staring at the big-faced cat.
Bai Sutang didn't dare to look at the big-faced cat. Objects carrying infinite information were too scary. In its world view, only divine creatures had this kind of knowledge.
White sugar sometimes seems lively, but it always carries a heart of awe, awe of evil gods, and awe of the unknown.
It tucked its head into its wings and acted like a coward.
Tang Yuan silently took out his mobile phone and pressed the shutter on the sand sculpture.
Click.
There was a flash of white.
Baisugao shook his body, and the sand fell to the ground unconsciously. The sand and salt worms came out and swallowed the sand on the spot, feeling very uncomfortable.
Shirley was sitting on the lawn outside the house when her phone suddenly buzzed. It was a new update from the person she was following.
Clicking on the news on station B, the UP owner "Tangyuan" with a golden glutinous rice ball avatar posted a latest update.
Click to take a look.
"Today's sand sculpture."
A picture was attached to the news feed. Baisugatang, a white-feathered bird, had its head tucked into its wings, acting like a shrunken eagle.
Underneath, netizens who already visit Xiaopo Station on a daily basis left a message: "You just woke up, what kind of posture is this?"
"Tangyuan's training skills are getting better and better."
"It is recommended to change it to: "shrinking turtle"! "
Shirley silently looked at the replies from the netizens. It was difficult for her stiff crystal face to smile, but if she wanted to smile, she would still have slight dimples.
Inside the room, fifteen seconds had passed.
Kemeng had strange knowledge about several items in his mind.
"Crying Pumpkin Festival Mask"
"A creature wearing a mask will be forced to turn into a Pumpkin Festival ghost, and even those familiar with it will not recognize it. This monster can float and travel through material walls."
"Side effects: After transformation, you cannot attack, release skills, or use props. At the same time, you are immune to external attacks."
"Side Effect 2: Easy to cry after transformation."
"Side Effect 3: Each transformation time is limited to 24 hours."
After experiencing the strange knowledge given by the big-faced cat, Kemeng smiled slightly and looked at Tangyuan taking a selfie.
Tang Yuan is using a capacitive stylus to control his mobile phone, and is communicating with the vast number of online sand sculpture netizens about online sand sculpture.
Kemen picked up the yellow pumpkin mask, hid the mask behind his back, and walked slowly over step by step.
Tangyuan didn't notice, still immersed in the online world.
Suddenly, Kemeng patted the mask into Tangyuan's golden hair.
This mask has the function of automatically attracting the face and adapting to changing sizes.
After the mask came close to Gouzi's face, it quickly expanded and fitted tightly to Tangyuan's big face.
Then Gouzi was confused.
Its whole body swelled, and its golden hair was no longer bright, turning into a pale color in an instant.
The body is no longer spherical, but expands and then shrinks rapidly. The hair also shortens and shrinks all the way into the bones.
In the end, the glutinous rice ball turned into a pumpkin-faced kitten. The cat's fur was all pale, which is reminiscent of words such as cold. It always exudes the function of coldness.
Kemeng couldn't recognize it immediately. The appearance of Tangyuan completely changed from a dog to a cat. It was strange that he could recognize it.
But since he was transforming in front of Kemon, Kemon only had to remember what the white-haired pumpkin-faced cat looked like.
"How do you feel about glutinous rice balls?" Kemeng asked with a smile.
Tang Yuan had just transformed, his eyes became moist unconsciously, and big tears rolled down.
Tangyuan didn't want to cry, but for some reason, a trace of "I don't want to be a cat" was born in her heart, and her inner emotions immediately surged out like a flood.
"This item comes from a level 200 area. You can't stand the glutinous rice balls." Ke Meng said.
Items in high-level areas are often items that will also affect glutinous rice balls.
Tangyuan just burst into tears and looked at Kemeng tearfully.
The glutinous rice dumpling on site has the body of a white-haired cat and a pumpkin face on its head, which looks a bit scary.
The two eyes are not real beads, but blue will-o'-the-wisps.
Moreover, the body of Tangyuan appears ghostly and transparent, half-floating.
