MTL - Salted Fish Zombie-Chapter 65 flower slave

"Let me confirm with you again." The saint looked at Ning Su and asked him, "Are you really not changing the holy flower?"

"The Flower Temple still has spare holy flowers, this is your last chance."

Ning Su shook his head very lightly and directly.

Ye Nanwang sighed again.

The saint's patience with Ning Su exceeded Ye Nanwang's imagination, and she said to Ning Su, "Your flowers are really monsters. If something goes wrong later, we will destroy you together."

Ning Su: "I know everything, no matter what, I just want to support him."

The saint was silent for a while, and said, "Then take your holy flowers and follow me."

Together, Ning Su and Ning Changfeng took their holy flowers and went out with the saint.

Zhu Shuangshuang and Su Xiangsheng followed to the door and looked at them worriedly.

Ye Nanwang pushed them back, "Just wait inside."

He closed the door and followed them.

"Are they going to learn how to serve flowers?" Zhu Shuangshuang said anxiously: "But the saint said that she can't handle so much, what is she going to do?"

"It can only be treated like those people outside." A player said.

There was silence in the dark room.

They don't know how to "handle", they can only imagine, the more they imagine, the more terrifying they become, and the more they imagine, the more depressing they become.

Before they got there, they were already fidgeting.

"It's okay, I can't die, isn't Fang Qi still alive?"

"But if he is like that, can he really continue to live?"

There was an oppressive silence in the house again.

Ning Su and Ning Changfeng who followed the saint were very calm.

After coming out of the black house, the front row is still a black house, and at the end is a black stone staircase.

On the stairs, Ning Su saw Fang Qi looking up at him.

Fang Qi's face was covered with shocking blue blood vessels, which spread all the way to his eye sockets.

His whole body was stiff, only his eyes moved, full of tenacious vitality.

He opened his mouth and said nothing.

Ning Su could see that he wanted to say a lot.

He said hold on.

He said he still had to find someone.

He said to help him if possible.

Ning Su let out a "huh" and followed the saint girl upstairs.

Upstairs were six closed rooms, and the saint led them into the one next to the staircase.

Except for the whole body being black, the room is a normal tea room.

The four sat down, and the man in white poured a cup of hot tea for each of them.

The saint drank a glass slowly, and then said: "When you enter the Flower Temple, you are going to start serving flowers. Now I will tell you how to serve flowers."

"In order to help each other, two flower attendants are in a team, and the two of you are the first team of Ye Nan's family."

The two of them didn't say anything, and listened to her quietly.

Holy Maiden: "The first step in cultivating flowers is to plant the sacred flowers."

She said solemnly: "Sacred flowers are flowers grown in holy places. They are sacred and spiritual. Naturally, they cannot grow in ordinary muddy water."

After saying this, she looked at the two of them, their expressions were flat, and there was no obvious reaction.

The saint continued: "They will grow in a clean, warm, spiritual human body."

The two were still very calm, as if they had already guessed it.

The Holy Maiden stared at them for a while unwillingly.

Ning Changfeng: "To be more precise, it is planted in the blood vessels."

Ning Su: "Hurry up, I can't wait."

"..."

The saint smiled, "Okay, then I will finish briefly and quickly."

"Indeed, the holy flower grows in the veins, because there is blood there."

"A great and pious flower attendant should serve the flower with his body, and dedicate his body and soul to the holy flower."

"Choose a part of your holy flower and plant it in the place closest to the soul, that is, in the heart. When the holy flower feels your soul, it will germinate in the heart under the nourishment of the soul, grow along the blood vessels, and spread to every part of your body." place."

There was a brief silence in the tea room.

This process is just imagining, and my whole body is already sore.

Cutting open the heart and planting it inside, and the branches and vines growing wildly in the blood vessels, this is far from the pain that humans can bear.

There was already a violent reaction from another person, but neither of the two devout believers said anything.

"Planting flowers is the first step in serving flowers. You have to learn and plant them yourself. This process is actually very simple. It is to open the heart, cut open the heart, implant the selected part of the sacred flower into the heart, and then sew the heart up."

"Of course I can't do it myself, we need to help each other."

"The heart is such a secret and sacred part. It cannot be touched by outsiders casually. Therefore, for the flower attendants who are accompanied, we have a group with a better relationship."

"It would be much better if someone close to you touched your heart." She sighed.

"The two of you are a team. One person will plant a sacred flower on the other's heart first. If you can survive after planting, you will recover after five days and then help the other person to plant."

The saint said: "Of course ordinary people can't do it, but you are flower servants, your body has been transformed, and there is a 50% chance of surviving after planting."

She got up, "I'll go and explain to the next group first, you guys decide the order and tell me."

After the saint and Ye Nanwang left, the tea room was very quiet, both of them were digesting the information.

When he first entered the courtyard of Ye Nan's house, Dai Dong said, let them pay attention to the relationship between the two players in the same suite.

This dungeon may want to start with the relationship between players, and may end up facing a life-and-death confrontation.

It's not as tragic as he said, but it's quite tender from the mouth of the saint.

But it's actually not that bad.

From Boss Qi's water cell, to Ye Nan's courtyard and Heize, and then to the Temple of Flowers, this should be the end of the map. There is no more mysterious place in Furen County than the Temple of Flowers.

Therefore, the last secret should be hidden in the Temple of Flowers.

The mortality rate of flowers planted on the heart is 50%, and the time interval between the two is 5 days.

Who wants to be the first.

There is a half probability that they will die after planting, and the other person still has five days to go. In this flower temple that hides the ultimate secret, it is very likely that they will find a way to meet the **** and leave the instance within five days.

This dungeon is not a survival type, it is different from "Manman".

"Manman" requires them to survive in the dungeon for thirty days, and this dungeon allows them to complete the task within fifty days, the deadline is fifty days, a maximum of fifty days, as long as they complete the task, they can escape from this crazy world at any time.

Ning Changfeng asked: "Do you know how to meet the Flower God?"

Ning Su did not answer this question, he said: "We agreed at the time, each according to his own ability."

Ning Changfeng let out a "huh".

This is what they agreed in Ye Nan's family courtyard.

Ning Changfeng sat up straight and looked at Ning Su, "Each one should rely on their strength to seize life."

The boy's eyelashes were half-down, and after the long eyelashes covered the most attractive eyes on his face, the tall roots and light-colored thin lips became the focus of sight, showing a little coolness.

He raised his eyes and said: "Actually, my strength is not bad. If we really fight, it is not necessarily who wins and who loses. Whoever faces 50% of the deaths first."

Ning Changfeng said, "I know."

The hair behind his shoulders has been raised slightly, and the pupils of his eyes have turned into dark green vertical pupils.

All these changes were clearly imprinted in the pair of peach blossom eyes. After watching for a long time, the peach blossom eyelashes trembled and half drooped again.

The emotions in his eyes were covered by the long eyelashes, and he could only hear his voice, which was as slow as ever, blending harmoniously with the subtle sluggishness on his face.

"So, why don't we make a deal, this time you plant flowers in my heart first, if we all get out alive, you let me chop off my head and go to the teacher's president for 100 million points."

"..."

Next room.

Zhu Shuangshuang and Su Xiangsheng sat opposite each other, and the room was silent for a long time.

Zhu Shuangshuang said: "No wonder we want to harden our blood vessels. It turns out that we want to grow flowers."

She pressed the blood vessels on the back of her hand, and her voice was barely vibrato-free, "I don't know how big the holy flower will grow in the blood vessels. If it is not harder, it will be burst."

Su Xiangsheng: "Yes."

Zhu Shuangshuang: "Huafeng's brother's obsession is blood. Could it be that the holy flower in the blood will **** up our blood little by little?"

Su Xiangsheng: "Yes."

Zhu Shuangshuang: "Boss Qi's failed flower attendant, how did she fail? There is not much blood in her veins. Could it be that the holy flower died in her body?"

Su Xiangsheng: "Yes."

Zhu Shuangshuang stopped. She looked up at Su Xiangsheng. Su Xiangsheng had one hand on the tea table and the other hanging under the table. She didn't know what she was thinking.

"Little Taoist priest, what are you thinking?"

Su Xiangsheng raised his head, and he smiled, "I was thinking, who of us is more powerful now."

He took out a red square seal with his hand under the table, "I performed well in the last dungeon, and I got this skill weapon, an attack type."

"My other prop is the Yin Yang Room transferred from Ning Su's hands, you know it."

"Your red hijab is the main defense. You didn't get the skill weapon in the last dungeon, or Ning Su got it but that weapon became Ah Fei. In fact, you also have one, the boy who helped you in the black pool."

"We look evenly matched now."

He was right in his analysis.

If they really fight with all their strength, I don't know who will win in the end.

They all know that this is a checkpoint set by the dungeon to increase the death rate. It is very likely that after two plantings, one player will die.

The scary thing about this level is not only that half of the players will die, but also the cruel decisions between players with good relationships.

This is true to face 50% of deaths.

Zhu Shuangshuang suddenly thought of the couple that Jia Chensheng mentioned were brought into the Temple of Flowers in advance. They had been secretly in love with each other for many years, and they had to face such a choice when they just learned that they liked each other and were at their happiest.

Don't know what happened to them in the end.

"Little Taoist priest, many times in the past, you would take the initiative to stand in front of me, but this time I don't want it." Zhu Shuangshuang rubbed her sore nose, and she said, "Let's be fair and aboveboard, let's fight with all our strength."

Su Xiangsheng said, "You have fallen into a trap."

Zhu Shuangshuang: "Huh?"

"The sense of rules in this world is that we have to fight a game. If we fight a game with all our strength, we will be seriously injured, the death rate of planting will be higher, and the relationship will be broken."

Su Xiangsheng said: "I have analyzed it just now. We are about the same in strength and have the same winning percentage."

"In this case." He put the groom's seal upside down on the tea table, "Let's do rock-paper-scissors, whoever loses will give his heart first."

Next room.

The saint asked Huafeng: "After listening to what I said, do you still want to serve this polluted flower?"

"Yes."

"Although a piece is selected to be planted in the heart, even if the polluted flower is a clean part, pollutants may grow." The saint said: "That is to say, it is possible to reappear in your chest and blood vessels. With such a dead hand, are you sure?"

Huafeng just smiled.

The saint understood what he meant, and she asked again: "Your roommate is dead, do you want me to help you choose another partner, or let me plant it for you?"

Huafeng looked up at her: "Can you help me?"

"If there is a single flower attendant, the saint can help the flower attendant plant it. Besides, your brother and I are both the first generation flower attendant, so we have a relationship, don't we?"

Huafeng's eyelashes trembled.

It was different from every day before, no matter which one of these three rooms showed signs of fighting, it was very quiet.

They made up their minds quietly and came out of the room.

The saint said: "The flower attendant who greets the flowers at noon today, please go to the opposite room and lie on the water bed first, and get ready."

Ning Su, Su Xiangsheng, and Huafeng walked out at the same time and walked to the doors of the three rooms opposite.

Ning Su and Su Xiangsheng stood next to each other, looking at each other at the same time.

Ning Su: "I'm relieved to see it's you."

"..." Su Xiangsheng said, "I just lost rock-paper-scissors."

"What about you?" Su Xiangsheng asked.

Ning Su: "I just won 100 million points."

Su Xiangsheng: "..."

Then he frowned, "Not all points can be earned, this is a matter of life and death."

Before entering the door, Ning Su said: "No, I just earned 100 million points by the way."

Su Xiangsheng didn't know what he meant, he wanted to ask, but Ning Su had already gone in.

The black room is small, with a water bed in the middle, and green holy water on the bed.

At Boss Qi's place, only Ning Su and Ning Changfeng drank the holy water that was light green. In Ye Nan's house, the holy water in all the flower attendants' rooms was light green, and the holy water on this bed was even heavier in green.

The effect of holy water should be increased according to the color.

Ning Su guessed that these holy water should have the effect of quickly replenishing blood and stopping bleeding, and might even temporarily seal the blood.

In this crazy world, his biological knowledge is almost useless.

Ning Sutong took off his red gauze dress, lay down on the water bed, and glanced at Ling Xiaohua.

9277 rarely appeared, and reminded him: 【Does player Ning Su know how to meet God? If the player knows, inform the system of the method, if the method is correct, the customs clearance is successful. 】

Ning Su: 【Ah, I don't know yet. 】

9277 fell silent for a moment and disappeared.

Ning Changfeng and Zhu Shuangshuang who were outside saw the saint entering Ning Su's room. They didn't know what she was doing in there. About five minutes later, she came out of the room.

She briefly said the precautions, and said to Ning Changfeng: "Go in, you can start."

She entered Su Xiangsheng's room for a relatively short time, and after letting Zhu Shuangshuang in, she entered the third room with Huafeng.

"Don't be afraid." She said to Huafeng: "Compared to them, I'm quite skilled. After all, it's not my first time."

Huafeng lay in the green holy water, her white hair spread out in the water, and her pale face faced the saint, "Then, who did you plant the holy flower for the first time? Is it my brother?"

The movement of the saint holding the long knife was imperceptibly stagnant, and she let out a low "hmm".

"Which one to choose?" she asked.

Hua Feng turned to look at his holy flower, and said, "Choose my brother's little finger."

"When I was the youngest in my memory, when my brother reached out to hold me, I always held his little finger."

It was noon, when Shenghua was least active.

The saint directly cut off half of the little finger of the dead hand, and the dead hand didn't move at all, as if it was really a dead hand.

The saint's face didn't fluctuate at all, she rushed the knife into the holy water and tore Huafeng's skirt.

"I lived in the same room as your brother back then, and we often chatted."

The knife in her hand was placed on Huafeng's thin chest, and she said: "You are the one your brother mentioned the most."

Huafeng looked at her without blinking, as if he wanted to hear more about his brother.

The saint said solemnly: "He said that his favorite in his life is his younger brother and Flower God."

"Before the God of Flowers appeared, his most important person was his younger brother, and what he wanted in his life was the health and happiness of the cutest younger brother."

Huafeng's eyes gradually became moist.

The knife cut through his chest, and a gust of blood gushed out, staining a bed of holy water red, and the holy water slowly stagnated as it spread up.

"His love for Flower God is unquestionable, but he just knew Flower God that year."

"Your grandfather pointed out a marriage to your brother, and the other party made it clear that you can't bring a foolish brother with you."

"You know, your brother's situation here in Furen County is not much better than that in the country. The only way to resist this marriage and pave the way for my brother in the future is for him to be a flower attendant."

"That year, the flower attendant was personally selected by the king. He has a high status, and even his relatives will be respected and treated preferentially."

"He said, in this way, no matter whether he lives or dies, no one will dare to bully his younger brother anymore."

"He said that he wanted to become the best flower attendant, leave his name on the Flower God Temple, and protect his younger brother for the rest of his life."

The knife cut through the blood-red heart.

Huafeng opened his eyes wide suddenly, tears flowed down drop by drop, dripping into the holy water.

There was a hole in his heart, and he couldn't breathe from the pain.

Something warm liquid poured into my heart.

The blood-red heart was beating violently.

Next room.

Zhu Shuangshuang couldn't stop crying while holding the knife.

"Little Taoist priest, if I cut your chest open, will you die of blood collapse like Jiang Ying? I remember that she died because her chest was pierced by a dead hand."

"Without anesthesia, will you die of pain?"

"Will I see that your heart is connected with many blood vessels, and it stops beating under my eyes?"

Su Xiangsheng sighed, "You will see if my heart is dark."

Zhu Shuangshuang was choked by crying.

"The saint stood for half a day in the morning to offer gifts and pray for blessings, and in the afternoon she had to attend worship and kneel for half a day. Finally, at noon, she didn't take a break to teach us how to plant flowers. Do you know why?"

Zhu Shuangshuang unconsciously followed his words and asked, "Why? Why doesn't she rest and plant flowers at night?"

Su Xiangsheng said: "Because when the sun is at its highest at noon, the sacred flower is the least active, and it is the time when our pain is the lowest."

"So, you think about it for me, don't waste time, hurry up."

He tilted his head back, and didn't look at Zhu Shuangshuang again, his emptiness eyes didn't know where to fall.

He said in a hoarse voice, "I have seen many lives and deaths. In the past, people often cried and scolded me that my heart was dark."

"Shuang Shuang, take a look, you are the first to see if my heart is dark."

Zhu Shuangshuang held the handle of the knife with both hands, tears streaming down his face.

"It turns out that people who are standing are not at all better than those who are lying down."

"Why do you want to do this?"

"Why?"

She wanted to cut Su Xiangsheng's chest open, and Ning Su next door would also lie on the bed like this, and Ning Changfeng cut open his thin chest cavity.

She gritted her teeth and tried her best to keep her hands from shaking, and plunged the knife down, "I hate this dungeon!"

Warm blood sprayed Zhu Shuangshuang's face, and her tears fell together with his blood.

In the boundless **** world, she tremblingly looked for Su Xiangsheng's heart, "Red, red, little Taoist priest, red red, little Taoist priest, your heart is red, ah ah ah ah."

Blood spilled over his hands.

She finally burst into tears.

Su Xiangsheng opened her eyelids and saw clear tears rolling down her round eyes.

She still cried so much, just like in the hearse.

But in a fifth-level dungeon, she was no longer the crying **** the hearse.

She has grown so much.

She was crying, she was afraid, and at the same time, trembling, she cut open his heart quickly and sewed a petal into his heart.

"Little Taoist, you live for me!!"

Su Xiangsheng's gradually confused consciousness was pulled back a little.

A tear fell on his heart.

He really felt the tears dripping down his heart.

The bright red heart was pounding.

Next room.

The boy was lying on the water bed, his superior facial features had no dead ends no matter from which angle.

In this way, looking down from the top, the facial features are not covered by a single hair, which makes the impact stronger, especially when lying still on the bed, with a natural sense of vulnerability.

He said, "brother, do I look good now?"

Ning Changfeng said: "It looks good, and the game base ranks second."

Ning Su didn't pick up on his narcissism, he blinked, looked straight at him, and continued to ask him: "Which facial features are the most beautiful?"

Ning Changfeng glanced at his straight, slightly slender eyebrows that did not bend, and looked at his clear and stagnant peach blossom eyes, which had drooping arcs at the end of the peach blossom eyes.

The upper half of his face is very beautiful, so beautiful that people's hearts will be inexplicably softened just by looking at it.

And his lips are shallow, his nose is straight, with some jagged corners.

The two ears are not big, and the earlobes are round.

These together form the inexplicably familiar and unique him.

Ning Su said, "I think my eyes are the prettiest."

Ning Changfeng let out a "huh" in a dull voice, wondering if he agreed.

Ning Su: "Do you see that my clothes are messed up? Clean them up for me."

When they first arrived, they hadn't changed into the black flower attendants of the Flower Temple. Ning Su took off the red veil, and his white robe was scattered in the green holy water.

Ning Changfeng arranged the hem of his clothes into a nice curve for him.

Ning Su said again: "Do you see that my hair is messed up? Just tidy it up for me, and there must be no messy hair."

Ning Changfeng: "..."

While arranging his hair, he said in a deep voice: "You are not going to die, you should be arranging the remains!"

Ning Su didn't answer his words, he felt Ning Changfeng's fingers gliding over his hair and scalp.

The holy water was dark in color and cold.

His warm fingers are easy to catch.

It quickly slid across the top of his head, flowing down the long black hair.

On the slender neck surrounded by crossed white skirts, a small Adam's apple rolled stiffly.

After Ning Changfeng tidied up his clothes and hair and presented him with the best appearance, the boy raised his hand.

Ning Changfeng was taken aback for a moment, and he also stretched out his hand.

For a second, he thought the boy was going to hold his hand.

He didn't even think about it, and instinctively stretched out his hand immediately.

The young man slowly lowered his hand, and solemnly and reverently placed the four-petal blood flower that had been held in his palm, "Please, put him in my heart."