The 'Queen' had a human head and a fat, worm-like body. Her flesh was writhing all over her body, and she was on the verge of death, constantly making the sound of "Give me food, give me food."
The obese body was connected to many tubes, and blue liquid flowed through the thin tubes.
Observing the flow of the blue liquid, it is being collected into an oval-shaped container similar to a compressed oxygen tank. There is an indicator light on the outside of this container, with only two of the five compartments lit.
What is this thing that needs to be forcibly extracted from the Queen's body?
Samantha observed her closely, studying how such a physiological structure was formed.
The queen looked to be in great pain, but her eyes were blank and even foolish, as if she had no idea what she had been through.
This was also his first time seeing the Queen. It seemed she didn't lay eggs, but produced other things. Saman's gaze shifted to the oval-shaped jars.
Ren Yifei had already walked over and was approaching the transparent, spherical glass.
The sixth floor is very high, reaching over ten meters at its highest point. There are even ladders built outside the spherical glass to better observe the Queen's movements inside.
The ceiling is pointed, and there is no seventh floor above it.
There were many instruments in this place, some of which were connected to the Queen's body and seemed to be monitoring her physical condition, while others were extracting blue liquid from her body.
At the center remains the 'Queen' inside the glass sphere.
It truly lives up to its name as an anthill, with the queen being so vividly depicted, reminiscent of a termite queen of similarly enormous size (termites are not related to ants).
"What is this?" Ren Yifei asked curiously, trying to pull out a wire, but he couldn't. He thought about it and decided that since the conduit was so uncooperative, he should definitely pull it out.
So Ren Yifei cut it off.
The blue liquid dripped down, and before it even hit the ground, it turned into a cloud of blue smoke and quickly dissipated. Suddenly, a strange, unsettling fragrance filled the air.
"You!" Saman covered his mouth and nose, looking at Ren Yifei as if he were a brainless idiot.
You dare to touch this thing without even knowing what it's for? Are you courting death?
Looking for trouble? Of course not, it was just a gamble with the mindset of "maybe I'll never come back." I stumbled upon this place by chance; it'll be difficult to come back again. Isn't it true that you can only gamble once?
In fact, the vines on the wall were already damaging the wall and could break through in three minutes at most. Ren Yifei had already planned his escape route.
He reached out and tied a tight knot in the remaining tube, so only two drops dripped down. So far, he hasn't felt anything wrong, except that it smells a little fragrant and his body feels slightly warm.
Seeing Saman's unfriendly expression, Ren Yifei asked with a smile, "Where do the supplies in the anthill come from? Are they related to the black cubes collected by the worker ants?"
Saman scoffed, "Why should I tell you?"
Actually, Samantha used to be a very polite and particularly hypocritical player, but for some reason today, he felt that this player was deliberately provoking him.
Saman had never been tricked in his life.
Oh, except for his friend Ah Fei, that's just for fun.
"We became friends after a fight," Ren Yifei continued with a grin. "Want to cooperate? I'm very sincere."
Ren Yifei spoke so sincerely that he fooled others and even himself—yes, I am a player, I am now a civilian, I am here to offer warmth, there's nothing wrong with that.
"Want to know?" Saman finally smiled, a smile even more amiable than Ren Yifei's. "Stay here for a few days, and you'll find out." Of course, how "stay" he meant was not up to him.
"Oh, so hospitable? I can't..." Ren Yifei's words were cut short when his expression suddenly changed and he rolled on the ground.
A transparent gun appeared in Saman's hand, and a ball of golden and blue lightning struck the spot where Ren Yifei had stood just seconds before at unimaginable speed. The ground, of unknown material, shattered instantly, forming a crater.
"Just say what you want to say, why get angry? Getting angry will only make you look worse."
Even now, Ren Yifei still couldn't resist provoking him, firing three arrows simultaneously with a backhand motion, only slightly later than Saman. Clearly, he had been on guard all along; they were both cunning foxes.
These two are practically a textbook example of how fellow countrymen meeting in the desolate corner of the world can be.
Dessert players have plenty of items and hidden cards, so they're practically invincible.
With this in mind, Ren Yifei felt no burden. It wasn't their first meeting, and he was well aware of Saman's true fighting strength.
This attack will at most scratch his skin.
The three arrows were aimed at Saman's brow, throat, and heart, respectively. He raised his hand and shot the bolt of lightning, taking down one of them, and dodged the other two by sidestepping.
Unexpectedly, the arrow seemed to have tracking ability. Although he reacted quickly enough, his neck was still grazed, and red blood flowed down.
As expected, he only suffered a minor injury. Ren Yifei whistled, "Red and beautiful women really do go well together."
Reaching down to wipe the blood from his neck, Saman's face was indescribably grim. He raised his hand and made several more purple orbs of light, which Ren Yifei blocked with his vines, quickly dodging them himself, still grumbling, "Why are you angry? Isn't this a good thing? Adding a wound will prevent the NPCs from getting suspicious."
Samantha suddenly felt something was off; it was as if this man knew him. Not the character, but the person. That unconscious familiarity struck him as very strange.
Do you know who I am?
"I know you're a player." Ren Yifei smiled, already at the wall, and easily jumped up.
The wall had been gradually cracked by dense vines, revealing a hole about the height of a person. Ren Yifei stood at the entrance of this hole, backlit.
The moonlight lazily fell upon him and into the room.
The silvery-white moon represents a hole that breaks free from constraints; the black, backlit swordsman's cloak flutters in the wind, and his hair is also blown by the wind.
He looked like an old-fashioned musical actor, standing on an elaborately set up stage, playing the role of a Robin Hood-like hero.
"I'm not playing with you anymore. Goodbye, beauty."
Saman, his face dark, gave the player a provocative smile, then turned and leaped down, his figure disappearing into the moonlight.
He ran over, but the area below was empty, with only some slender vines broken in the middle.
At this moment, the sounds of soldiers and civilians prying open the gate could be heard from below.
It was destined to be a sleepless night. The intruder disturbed the nobles, the patrols, and the other soldiers and civilians who were sleeping.
All the soldiers and civilians on patrol were mobilized, and a massive search began.
"Bang bang bang!"
The wooden door opened, and a sleepy-eyed 'Gucheng' rubbed his eyes and opened the door: 'What happened?'
His face still bore the marks left by the pillow.
Not only him, but the entrances to the caves of the other soldiers and civilians around him were also knocked on, and no one knew why.
"Open the door, let's inspect." The patrolman said with a grim face.
'Gucheng' was stunned: 'W-what? What's wrong?'
"The intruder has disturbed and harmed the nobles. He is a soldier or civilian, and someone saw him coming this way," the inspector said. "We don't suspect anyone, we just need to conduct a thorough investigation."
"Such a thing happened?!" Gu Cheng was shocked. He immediately pushed open the door. "Quick, quick, check! Could that person have infiltrated our hideout?"
He looked a bit timid, which made the inspectors frown.
The primary requirement for soldiers and civilians is bravery; incompetence and cowardice are both looked down upon.
The house was only so big, and they quickly inspected the house in Gucheng. Naturally, there was nothing there; it was just an ordinary house for soldiers and civilians.
The inspector also touched the blanket.
Because he had just gotten up, his bed was a little messy, and the blankets were still warm.
Only the leader of the soldiers and civilians sensed something was amiss; he snorted and sniffed around: "Your room..."
He caught a faint, almost imperceptible scent. So faint, it was like an illusion.
Gu Cheng, also known as Ren Yifei, showed a puzzled expression as he put his hand behind his back, revealing a prop card at his fingertips.
"Boss! We found it!" The soldiers and civilians who rushed in interrupted the inspection.
"What?" The soldiers and civilians who were inspecting the house turned around. "You found the suspect?"
"Yes, and, there's also a cloak, he…" He was running so fast that he was panting heavily with each word, and his speech was broken and intermittent.
"Speak quickly!" The patrol captain was impatient.
"He was on the edge...been..."
"I'll go see for myself." The patrol captain couldn't wait any longer and rushed out.
When the remaining soldiers and civilians saw that their leader had left, they came out of the houses in Gucheng one by one: "It's alright, you can go back to sleep."
Continuing to sleep was out of the question, since he hadn't actually slept anyway. But Ren Yifei nodded and watched them all leave before closing the door.
After waiting for a few minutes without any movement, Ren Yifei walked over to the barrel, reached in and pulled out a tube about five or six centimeters long, tying knots at both ends.
This is a small tube he got from the sixth floor; it's a tube he cut off, and it contains liquid extracted from the Queen's body.
Although we used up one ghost card and five arrows tonight, the gains far exceeded our expectations.
"Speaking of which, is there something wrong with Jiang's background?" Ren Yifei looked at the small wound on his fingertip.
The nobleman's blood was fine; he personally oversaw the removal. So the only one with a problem must be 'Jiang'.
The second time was successful?
Fake.
Ren Yifei cheated by using vines to obtain blood from the unconscious soldiers and civilians on the ground. It's unclear whether he fooled Saman, who was always meticulous and cautious.
"If Jiang is a fallen nobleman, he doesn't have the wound on his back that cut off his wings. Surely Jiang isn't a nobleman born with a disability?" Ren Yifei's imagination ran wild.
"My character always has a problem. Is the dungeon targeting me?" Ren Yifei sighed, thinking of the dessert player who worked in the lab and had a high status.
"What incredible luck! Can good fortune really influence character selection?"
Looking back on my various roles, aside from being the favored 'Ah Fei' when I first joined, afterwards...
Song Bozhi, who is blind and targeted by the boss, and He Jun, who is trapped in a dangerous battlefield, are all in good condition. Gu Xingye is alright, but that dungeon is not conducive to the disguise strategy. As for the Scarlet Witch, it goes without saying that she is being chased and attacked by both NPCs and players.
Thinking of this, Ren Yifei was on the verge of tears.
Is this the fate of someone with bad luck?
Despite his displeasure, the portly Ren Yifei did not hold a grudge against Saman; in fact, he was even a little concerned for him: He wondered what the dessert player was doing at the moment, and whether he had dispelled the NPCs' suspicions.
"Cough, cough, cough..." Saman coughed violently. He was badly injured and lay on the bed wrapped up like a mummy. The soldiers and civilians who were studying medicine were responsible for taking care of him.
If the soldiers and civilians had been two minutes later in breaking down the door, their poor hostages lying in pools of blood might have died.
Saman was a player who was ruthless to others and ruthless to himself. Ren Yifei left him with a shallow cut on his neck, but he directly pierced one of his own small arteries.
Of course, I only planted the arrow after hearing the NPC's movements and calculating the timing.
He was only trying to gain their trust, not to commit suicide.
The ruse was quite successful; not a single soldier or civilian doubted him. They comforted him deeply and brought him the best medicine.
This is a medication that can be compared to the system's own hemostatic bandages. After application, the wound begins to heal rapidly.
Looks like it's high-tech again.
Saman had long suspected that another, more advanced civilization existed in this instance, and that this civilization had been controlling and monitoring everything here in some way.
Now there is more and more evidence, but his doubts are also growing.
That is why Saman cannot abandon the advantages of his role and expose himself.
What does camouflage represent? It represents an advantage in information.
It's rare to encounter a character who's cold, taciturn, and has obsessive-compulsive disorder, so Saman is quite interested in trying out the feeling of being a faker. He wants to understand someone through this method.
Turning his head to look at the full moon outside, and listening to the commotion below, Saman remained silent.
Where is that person now?
Are you also looking at the same moon?
Author's Note: Samantha: Where is Afei?
Afei: Guess?