Chapter 709 Two brushes

At present, their horizons are all limited to the walls blocked by mosquitoes, and they can't see the outside world at all.

Under such circumstances, no matter what happens outside the mosquito wall, they will be blackened.

It goes without saying that this is a very bad state.

"Haha! At this time, we need the help of our puppet master!" The soul of death laughed and took out a well-made puppet.

I looked at it and rolled my eyes.

The puppet was clearly given to Shi Ba, a reconnaissance puppet who was asked to study by the dead soul. It doesn't have much effect, that is, you can convey what you see and hear to his master (the specific equipment in his hand, such as the situation of peeping at Wu Zhiqi and his Huaihe wife**).

The puppet is not flesh and blood, nor is it afraid of mosquito bites. It's just that it can't float naturally against the sky and the earth like the cloud stone soldiers.

So...

"Open the door to Xuanwu's back!" The ghost said, "It's no problem that Xuanwu should be able to move my puppet!"

Shiba opened the door of escape with his words. The puppet squeaked out, stepped on the corpses of unknown mosquitoes, and sat on Xuanwu's back.

Its body was quickly covered by mosquitoes. Including its head covered by round tempered glass.

Therefore, after the horizon indirectly seen by Shi Eight and others was clear for a while, it was immediately blocked by mosquitoes.

Then, two brushes were swept by, the mosquitoes were swept away, and the horizon was clear again.

Only then did everyone find that the puppet was holding a brush in one hand.

"How's it going! I, the puppet master, still have two brushes!" The soul of death laughed.

Public: "Sure enough... there are two brushes..."

In addition to the joke, Shi Ba also knew that for this expedition, the soul of death also made some preparations for the mosquitoes here.

In this way, through a puppet, their vision of the outside world was clear for a while and was covered by mosquitoes for a while. I used it carelessly.

Shi Ba slowly commanded Xuanwu to continue to drag the slightly heavy stone kite in the sky and move forward.

It is said to move forward, but in fact, it is just a aimless scan.

Inside the stone ball, the massacre against mosquitoes launched by mosquito nemesis such as spider gecko toads is also in full swing.

It's just... Feeling under great pressure, it's not the slaughtered mosquitoes, but the nemesis who slaughtered the mosquitoes...

There has been an accident before. Because the mosquitoes inside were eaten too much, they ate several layers. As a result, the resistance inside became smaller, and the mosquitoes outside broke the deadlock and broke several layers of spider webs in a row. Only then did they fall into the deadlock again.

In the process, those natural enemies of mosquitoes who were unfortunately on the front line were sucked into scum by mosquitoes before they even had time to say hello.

Since then, the nemesis has learned that every time they eat a layer of mosquitoes, they will expand the spider web outward.

Although it is impossible to avoid another tragedy (such a tragedy is bound to happen again, just to see who happens to encounter it), it can restore the original front and prevent the front from shrinking backwards. If they are made by waves of shocks and finally lose the circuitous space of strategy, then they will have a lot of fun.

After walking like this for a long time, the mud on the ground did not seem to change, even the ups and downs of the terrain, like a calm pond, and the mosquitoes in the sky seemed to be unchanged. It is still covered with dark clouds, and it can rain heavily at any time.

"I didn't expect that after the mosquito became a scale, it would have such a horrible effect!" Shi Ba sighed in a chat.

"That's it! The mosquitoes handed down from our guild from the Eastern Han Dynasty are already very powerful! When the groups flew over, it was really full of mountains and fields, and no flesh and blood could be left!

It's just like locusts crossing the border, and no green plants can be left!"

It seems that in order to prove his correctness, the mosquito god abandoned the head and commanded the mosquitoes under his hands. In the air of gossip, it was arranged into a cow word and a B word.

"In fact, it's not just mosquitoes. Even if it is my spider, once it becomes a scale, it can also compete with the mosquitoes here.

The only trouble is not the mosquitoes here!" The Spider King sighed, "The key is the poison gas here!"

The mosquitoes here must have adapted to the variant of the poisonous gas here. But we can't! If we go out for a long time, we will be poisoned.

Unless we have a god-level wet nurse here who can keep us from bleeding. Or a super pharmacist can run out to relieve the poison outside!

As long as the poison outside is solved, all the mosquito nemesis here can be dispatched immediately.

As long as all of us go out, these low-level mosquitoes outside, we really don't have anything to be afraid of!"

Think about it and know it's reasonable. The mosquito nemesis that comes out now are just a very small pinch that comes out in turn. The reason why they don't come out all at once is that the wet nurses in the guild can't keep up. If you come out too much and can't replenish your blood, you will die in vain.

The embarrassment caused by the present is the result of the combination of mosquitoes and the strange environment here.

In Shiba, when they walked aimlessly, in another corner of the bloody poisonous swamp.

But there is a huge boat-shaped puppet, lying softly on the surface of the mud. There is a row of long centipede-like feet outside, with large footboards, like oars, carefully pushing the muddy water and slowly pushing the boat forward.

Outside the hull, there are also a large number of mosquitoes, covered with dark clouds.

But in front of the ship, huge fire waves spewed out from time to time. The high-temperature blue flame effortlessly burned the mosquitoes all over the sky into black and into flying ash. With the wind and fire blowing, the ashes dissipated.

The front of the hull is easily empty. Then it was shrouded in mosquitoes again, spewing fire again, and emptying a piece again...

The big ship is moving forward slowly in such a cycle.

In the body of the big ship, a group of players drink red or blue from time to time, casting spells and blood.

"Nima! That God knows the turtle son! The price is really fierce!"

"There's nothing we can do! They are so good at craftsmanship! If you can make such a big boat, you can also take it out and sell it at this price!"

"What if the craftsmanship is good? Isn't it enough to earn a little money! It's not as good as our profits!"

"Don't talk too much! Even if we get into that place, how much profit we can make is still uncertain!"

"Hey hey! No matter how small it is, it is worth a hundred times more than the ship we are driving now!"

A boatman, smiling with open eyes and a hundred times of spirit, seemed to see a mountain of gold and silver wavoking to them.