San Tian Liang Jiao

Chapter 563 Jumo Island (30)

Chapter 15 I Get It!

"Aha!" Feng Bujue shouted loudly, "I understand!"

Hearing this, everyone turned to look at him, finding that Brother Jue was squatting on the other side of the altar, and they didn't know what he had seen.

"Time is of the essence, everyone come over here," Feng Bujue said loudly again.

Uncle Waste Chai and the others hadn't found any valuable clues in these five minutes, so when they heard Brother Jue say this, they gathered around without hesitation.

Before long, the four of them were standing behind him.

"I found two relatively obvious hints…" Feng Bujue pointed to a protruding stone slab in front of him and said, "Look closely, there are two patterns here."

As he spoke, he reached out his right hand and gently stroked the stone slab.

In that instant, the originally gray stone block emitted a faint glow, causing some orange light patterns to emerge, forming two miniature murals.

"The pattern on the left is quite obvious." Feng Bujue pointed at the light patterns and explained, "You see, it shows a bunch of people urinating on the altar and flipping it off."

"That's really…" Atobe was sweating, "What's going on…"

"This is probably telling us to desecrate the altar," Feng Bujue replied. "The specific form shouldn't be limited to what's in the picture. Anyway, as long as we use some nasty means to anger that god, he'll show himself."

"Sounds like your specialty…" Honghu muttered.

"That's right, I'm very good at this… but don't rush to make a decision, because there's a second option." As Feng Bujue spoke, he moved his hand to the pattern on the right. "This one is a bit abstract, it took me some time to understand…" he explained, "Look… the one sitting on the altar, at first glance looks like a sea anemone, but it actually refers to a woman, to be precise—a maiden."

"Then… does this mean we should find a maiden to offer as a sacrifice?" Tianma Xingkong chimed in.

"Correct." Feng Bujue nodded, and at the same time, he retracted his hand and stood up.

"That's too vile! I will crush this degenerate god with my righteous iron fist!" Tianma Xingkong said solemnly.

"Killing him is a must, after all, the mission requires us to do so, but…" Feng Bujue paused, scanning everyone with a meaningful look, "How we summon him is up to us…"

"The method of summoning might affect the difficulty of the boss fight…" Honghu speculated.

"I think so too." Uncle Waste Chai said, "But… we don't have any female players in our team, I'm afraid we can only choose the first option…"

His words stopped there, because at this moment, he felt a burning gaze.

"Brother Feng… what do you want…" Uncle Waste Chai became inexplicably nervous.

Brother Jue stared at Uncle Waste Chai, his eyes like a pervert, and his tone was the same: "Brother Chai, do you remember… the magical sigil Lissend gave you?"

His reminder made everyone remember.

"That's right, there's still this move!" Honghu added.

Atobe then muttered, "Is it a disguise ability…"

Tianma Xingkong didn't express any opinion, he just looked at Uncle Waste Chai with a smile.

"You guys should know when to stop…" Uncle Waste Chai replied expressionlessly.

"You also said that we can 'only' choose the first summoning method when there is no other way." Feng Bujue put on a serious look again. "This shows that summoning the boss by desecrating the altar is a poor choice…" He paused, then said, "But right now… we're not without options, are we?"

"I'd rather increase the difficulty of the boss fight…" Uncle Waste Chai replied. "I'll be responsible for any losses."

"As a professional player… you have to put the team first…" Feng Bujue stepped forward and patted Uncle Waste Chai on the shoulder, saying earnestly.

"Your expectant and lewd eyes have betrayed you again…" Uncle Waste Chai pushed Brother Jue's hand away.

"Alright then…" Feng Bujue shrugged. "Since you're so resistant to the exciting prospect of disguising yourself as a maiden…" As he spoke, he stepped forward and onto the altar. "We'll just have to use the first method."

"What are you doing… preparing to do a striptease?" Atobe squinted his eyes. "If so, please give me a heads up, so I can gouge out my eyes in advance."

"Sigh… forget it, a maiden it is." Uncle Waste Chai sighed, walked onto the altar, "Get down, get down…" He pushed Brother Jue, who used the momentum to leap back to the ground.

"Oh oh! A moe version of Uncle Waste Chai… I'm suddenly looking forward to it." Atobe immediately perked up and widened his eyes.

"Hmph… a bunch of perverts…" Honghu adjusted his glasses and snorted coldly.

"Yulong, your trembling hands of excitement have betrayed you." Tianma Xingkong suddenly spat out a retort from behind Honghu.

"Seiya, your eyes, wide like copper bells, have also betrayed you…" Feng Bujue turned his head to retort at Little Ma.

"Actually, he's usually like this, right…" Atobe gestured on his face with his hands. "He's always had such thick eyebrows and big eyes…"

Buzz—

Just as these guys were chatting nonsense, Uncle Waste Chai had already pressed his hand on his shoulder and activated the sigil.

In an instant, a white light flashed, and what appeared before the players' eyes was…

(After careful consideration, I have decided to omit this description)

"Ugh…" The four players turned around almost simultaneously and threw up on the ground behind them.

"As expected, is it a scam…" Uncle Waste Chai's voice didn't change at all when he said this. "Luckily there's no mirror, I wouldn't want to end up like you guys."

"Ac… actually, there's such a thing…" Feng Bujue showed an unprecedented solemn expression. "This appearance that breaks through the sky… no, breaks through dimensions… is really… ugh…"

Tianma Xingkong gasped in horror: "Damn it… as a hero, it's wrong to judge people by their appearance, but ugh…"

"It's because you perverts raised the expectations that I also… ah…" Honghu's vomit almost sprayed directly from his esophagus onto the ground.

"This has nothing to do with expectations!" Atobe roared between bouts of vomiting. "Even Feng Bujue is throwing up!"

"Hey! What kind of talk is that…" Feng Bujue replied. "Am I the lowest of the low for humanity?"

"Ha… you asked for it." Uncle Waste Chai laughed. "Okay, mission time is limited, stop messing around, prepare to fight the boss." As he said this, he slowly sat down, then lay down on the altar. "Next, I just need to lie down, right?"

"Ugh…" When the four heard the word "lie down," images flashed through their minds. Although they didn't look at Uncle Waste Chai, they couldn't help but throw up again.

"O ha ha ha ha…" Suddenly, a hearty laugh came.

The voice was magnetic, full, and far-reaching.

Along with the laughter, all the light stones in the entire hall burst into a strong light. The light was so blinding that the players couldn't open their eyes, only Uncle Waste Chai, who was wearing sunglasses, could see Woker's appearance clearly… A space-time rift opened above the altar, and a figure slowly descended from it.

That Woker was a pointed-eared elf man, wearing a light green robe, quick boots, a hood, and carrying a banjo on his back, dressed as a bard. His appearance could only be described as "beautiful," his eyebrows were picturesque, and his demeanor was like a mountain. Between his gestures, he had the gentleness and elegance of a woman, and the strength and fortitude of a man.

It had to be said that he and Uncle Waste Chai, who was lying on the altar at this moment, formed a contrast that could be described as "extreme"…

After a few seconds, the surrounding light faded, and the other four players also opened their eyes and looked back. At this time, the space-time rift had disappeared, leaving only Woker's figure suspended in the air.

The first line of dialogue after this boss appeared was this…

"Hehe… believers, very good, you have brought me another lovely maiden, I can't wait to play a song for her~ Hehe… come, let me see your face, dear youn… AHH!!!"

That magnetic, full, and far-reaching voice shouted a scream that could only be heard when killing a chicken.

"Ah—ah!" Woker couldn't believe his eyes, when his vision instinctively moved away, he couldn't help but take another look, so he screamed twice in a row.

"What's with this reaction…" Atobe looked at the boss with sympathetic eyes.

Feng Bujue added: "This is… the feeling of having your balls kicked every time you look at it…"

"You you you…" Woker didn't know what to say, before he could successfully organize a complete sentence, he couldn't help it…

In the next second, Woker fell from the air, ran to the corner, and started vomiting while holding the wall…

"Now's the time!" Feng Bujue took out his kitchen knife and gave an order.

"Oh!" Atobe, Honghu, and Tianma Xingkong responded in unison and rushed forward.

The four took advantage of the fact that the god's body and spirit were in a state of semi-collapse… and launched a fierce attack, killing the boss in one round.

…………

Five minutes later…

"Ah… it seems like I've changed back." Uncle Waste Chai said.

Hearing this, the four people facing away from him turned around one after another.

"God…" Atobe wiped a handful of sweat. "Fortunately, the time limit for this 'disguise' wasn't long."

At this time, they had naturally completed the previous main mission [Within fifteen minutes, use the altar in the sacrificial hall to summon and defeat the wandering god Woker], the system prompt had already sounded, but the next mission hadn't been refreshed yet.

"Phew…" Feng Bujue also let out a long sigh. "This is seriously the easiest boss I've ever killed…"

"Speaking of… you were a little too ruthless just now…" Tianma Xingkong glanced at the broken corpse in the corner and said, "You chopped him like stuffing? If it weren't for the system's protection, even a few of us would have been injured by you."

"You're right… I really did chop him like stuffing." Feng Bujue's answer was always so unexpected. "Now… the rations are in place."

"You're not comfortable if you don't eat human flesh…" Atobe added.

"Huh?" Feng Bujue turned his head with a rogue look, raised an arm, and pointed at Woker's corpse. "Is this a human? This is obviously a god, okay? Taking a step back, this is also an elf."

"The feeling of an elf is also weird…" Atobe replied.

"Tch… you don't find it weird to eat pigs and chickens?" Feng Bujue said. "You have a heart of pity when you see a humanoid creature? Are you worthy of those creatures that you turned into feces over the years? If you have the ability, eat mushrooms for the rest of your life."

"Why mushrooms… even if you want to be a vegetarian, there are many choices…" Atobe muttered.

"Yeah, adding cucumbers, eggplants, carrots, etc., would be even more perfect." Feng Bujue raised an eyebrow and said.

"Don't go too far…" Atobe seemed to have heard the hidden meaning of this sentence, and said with an unhappy face, "Your lewd words and actions with double traps are completely up to the standard of being reported!"

"In short, I have to eat it this time, it's your freedom to rather go hungry." Feng Bujue was too lazy to discuss with them anymore, he turned around and walked towards Woker's corpse. "The next mission might be coming soon, I want to hurry up and bake some cooked meat, so I can eat some and save some."

"Madness…" Uncle Waste Chai muttered, looking at Brother Jue's back.

"A beast in human clothing…" Tianma Xingkong added.

"Wicked and heinous…" Honghu also said.

The three of them followed Feng Bujue while saying this…

"Hey! Did you guys follow him after all!" Atobe was slapped in the face with integrity by this group of people, but after he finished complaining, he quickly showed a hesitant expression.

In the end… under the increasingly obvious urge of hunger, he also joined…

…………

A moment later, a fragrant aroma filled the hall.

The overflowing gravy dripped from the meat, poured on the fire, and made a sizzling sound.

"Well… these trees of ridicule are really durable, just two or three branches stacked together can maintain such a fire for a long time." Feng Bujue chatted with his teammates in a casual tone.

At this time, Brother Jue was holding a kitchen knife horizontally, using the knife surface as an iron plate, grilling a strip of meat scraped from the ribs.

"I know you want to ease the atmosphere, but I think… it's better for everyone to remain silent at this moment…" Honghu said, he was also using an arrow (Honghu's bag was equipped with several physical arrows, which were consumables similar to special bullets) to skewer a piece of neck meat for grilling.

"Hehe… are you still struggling now?" Feng Bujue's tone sounded like a madam. "From the moment you sat around here picking meat, you should have been prepared…" He shrugged. "Ah… but, I can also understand you… everything is like this, it's easy to change from one to two, but it's as difficult as ascending to the sky to change from zero to one."

"Your drug lord-like tone, coupled with your eyes that force good people into prostitution… is really too helpful." Honghu said a sarcastic remark to mock Brother Jue again.

Actually, his mentality was still considered good…

Uncle Waste Chai, Tianma Xingkong, and Atobe really didn't want to say a word.

Just as this extremely bizarre atmosphere became more and more intense, the system prompt came [Main mission has been updated]

[Within one hour, pass through the passage behind the altar and arrive at the Crystal Labyrinth.]