Global Cards: I Create Oriental Mythical Card Groups

Chapter 190 In the small town under [Insect Habitat], Pindao is also an insect

"bite--"

The cold wind in the rain blew the brass bells that the townspeople tied to the old locust trees with red ropes, making a crisp sound.

Ji Nian held a nine-section bamboo stick with one hand and stroked the rough tree body with the other, looking at the small town sandwiched between two mountains.

It is evening at this moment, and the sky and earth are blue and black.

He looked at the flat and low bluestone brick houses from a distance on the hillside, as if he was looking at the ancient ruins of our ancestors buried under the sea through time.

With just one glance, he was pulled from the paradoxical modern city full of extraordinary elements into the cold, damp, dark and despairing world of great scenery.

Monsters are raging, famine and epidemics are rampant, the world is broken, and natural disasters are frequent.

When I go out, I can't see anything. White bones cover the plain.

This is a world filled with despair.

Those who have gained the "Tao" call themselves "Buddhas, Demons, Immortals and Gods", herd all living beings, and cannibalize people to the extreme;

The princes, generals, and ministers all use their own methods, using the heaven and the earth as chess pieces, laughing and talking, holding hands, and making every step to gain;

There are cows, ghosts, snakes, mountain spirits and monsters, weird heroes and bandits, and people from other worlds, all with their own agendas, cunning and vicious ways;

The common people are struggling for life, weathered by wind and rain, sometimes they are insects, sometimes they are animals, sometimes they are grass, sometimes they are firewood, but they are not human beings.

Like an ant in a bottle, the "empty, dark and chaotic world" you see may just be the desk drawer of a naughty child.

They are coaxed and kept in captivity by various means by people with different agendas, and have no chance to see the wider world outside, just like being wrapped in a thick cocoon.

Numb and ignorant.

As for their ending, to use an inappropriate poem to describe it, it is: The spring silkworms will not lose their silk until they die.

"Bah!"

Like a flash of lightning piercing the thick black clouds, the handsome and sharp bird of prey circled in the sky and landed on Ji Nian's shoulder again.

[Yuanxi Dynasty Huiguosi Grassland Swallowing Ghost Falcon]

Anniversary summoned him to be his own eyes.

"go."

After a soft cry, the bird instantly turned into lightning and swooped away.

As the chronology opens to shared senses, Shijie Town and even the green mountains on both sides are reflected in his mind in the form of a tiled map.

The chirping of insects, the scurrying of rats, and the sound of rustling and rain also broke into my ears. I could distinguish them carefully and found that they were also mixed with the sounds of people talking.

It does not break away from the Kyushu language family, and it sounds like the accent of the Qingshan area.

"Uncle Third, can 'Tree Stump' be saved?"

The speaker was a middle-aged man with a hoarse voice that spoke of hunger and weakness.

"Master Gao Xian said that as long as we help him solve a problem..."

The person who answered was an old man with a vicissitudes of voice.

He was only halfway through speaking when he was interrupted by the person who had just asked:

"Master Gao Xian, Master Gao Xian, I think he is no different from those...'immortals' in the past. He just treats us Shijie people as livestock. Look at his look..."

"Shut up! Master Gao Xian's 'Dharma Protector' is in Shijie Temple now. If you dare to say these things, are you not afraid of being made into a 'human fat'?"

"That's better than dying from eating soil, choking to death from eating tree bark, or starving to death! Uncle, I'm not afraid of death! But the little tree stump is the only child in the town these two years, so nothing can happen to him!"

"well!"

The conversation ended with the old man sighing.

Ji Nian, who was dressed as a Taoist, had his eyes flashing and listened to a few more conversations.

Probably sorted out the situation of this small town.

Due to the terrain, this is a "disaster area".

Just the fruits and seeds brought by the wind add a touch of life to it.

But recently, for unknown reasons, the climate has changed dramatically and natural disasters have continued.

In just one month, the town's food reserves were exhausted.

In previous years, they would still be able to fill their stomachs by eating grass, chewing leaves, chewing bark, and catching insects, just like the middle-aged man said.

After all, this is a "green mountain" with prosperous and diverse vegetation and an endless sea of ​​trees.

At worst, like Wang Baochuan, he would dig out the mountains to make them "bald", but he would not starve to death.

But the problem is, you can't just eat anything from Qingshan.

According to the [Jiuzhou Card Master] app, there is something called [Insect Habitat] in the Qingshan Secret Realm, which can also be said to be a "god".

He, or they, are only driven by instinct and have no self-awareness.

To put it bluntly, it is a kind of "aggregation" of large landscape insects.

The appearance is like a white "jade plate", but the material is soft.

The larger ones are like the bright moon hanging in the mountains, forming a "quilt" to cover the top of the mountain; the smaller ones are as big as the wheels of some heavy trucks.

For Da Jing Yao and Blue Star Card Master, this kind of thing is a kind of "secret treasure" with "coexistence of risks and opportunities".

Take the calendar as an example. If you encounter this thing, as long as you are skilled and lucky enough, you can encapsulate it into a "card".

Whether you are making materials or using them directly, you can use them.

It's just that this kind of thing is "lossy".

Every time you use it, some bugs will be lost, and the quality level of the card will also continue to decrease in the process.

Either invest resources and let them recover and reproduce on their own; or find a new [insect habitat] to replenish the source of life.

And not all of the "wasted" bugs died, a considerable number of them were left in the world.

Moved by the wind, wandering indefinitely.

The individuals are so small that even the [eyesight] of the card master and the person who has obtained the "Tao" cannot see clearly.

Special love stays on the surface of some plants and small insects and animals. Once people eat it and accumulate it to a certain amount, what will happen...

Even the people from Yunding and Qingshan, who are generally of good psychological quality, would vomit when they meet him.

Those who are tricked will not go away very happily:

Chest and abdominal cramps, swelling like an urn, forehead burnt and dizzy, like a man with epilepsy, seeing evil shapes, hearing the sound of insects crawling...

These side effects and pain are the most painful among many ways to die.

Fortunately, these bugs will return to their original form once they leave the secret realm.

Visible to the naked eye and easy to handle.

Even in the secret realm, experienced card masters with various means have many ways to avoid it.

Not to mention the Da Jing Yao Ren, this thing is a conventional weapon in their hands and will not hurt them at all.

After all, after a tough battle involving [Insect Habitat], the only ones who suffered were the poor and innocent people of Dajing.

Without extraordinary strength, facing this situation, they could only go on a hunger strike.

I couldn't hold it any longer, so I took a few sips of the [insect-free purified water] given by the "god".

If you can survive half a month, you can survive. If you can't survive, you don't need to be buried. There are many wild animals in the Hundred Thousand Green Mountains.

But "hunger" is a physiological state. Adults can tolerate it to a certain extent. How can ignorant children understand so much?

When I was hungry, I grabbed a handful of moss and put it in my mouth, and then I became "sick".

It is still an incurable disease that most "immortals", "gods and demons" and "venerables" cannot solve.

——[Insect Habitat] After all, it is a creature called a "god", and it is not that easy to deal with.

"insect……"

Ji Nian said softly, pointing to the location of Shijie Town with his fingertips.

The golden silkworm Gu, which was made of dark gold and was as powerful as a dragon, lay on his index finger.

【Insect Habitat】,【Great Scenery Insect】

Both of these things were unfamiliar to him.

Not long ago, in the "Battle of Heroes and Gods", the "Nine-faced God" controlled by the masters of Jingxing Sect released an "Insect Habitat" before "dying".

When the jade plate was broken, "white smoke" billowed out in the blink of an eye.

It is overwhelming and overwhelming.

Fortunately, the driver who drove him was very skilled and rushed out of the secret realm three minutes early.

The pursuing Great Scenery Bug lost its home field advantage and changed back to its original form, turning into a weak bug visible to the naked eye, lying on the ground, and he put it into a jar.

Combined with the poisonous insects caught by Master Qi earlier, the [Golden Silkworm Gu] was created.

It can be said that some of the skill characteristics on the Little Golden Silkworm's panel are inherited from this creature.

It is just an adaptive adjustment made in line with the background of Chinese mythology.

"But after all, it is based on the Great Scenery Insect. It has a paradoxical connection in its bones, and it is also blessed by the [Insect King] skill."

"As long as I'm not being targeted, I basically don't have to worry about the [insect habitat] problem. I can still use it as a breakthrough to do some things."

Ji Nianxin said as he patted the old locust tree next to him.

From the few words of the townspeople, we can know that this old tree has extraordinary significance to them.

Even if it starves to death, its leaves and bark will not be touched.

"It doesn't look like anything special. You can't grow up to be the dryad grandma in "A Chinese Ghost Story", right?"

Ji Nian smiled, put away the falcon, held a nine-section bamboo stick in his hand, stepped on the mud, and walked towards the direction of Shijie Town.

"stop……"

Not far away, a soft call sounded in his ears. Ji Nian turned his head and saw a "watchtower" standing not far away.

It is called a "tower", but it is actually a simple wooden shed built on an old tree that is as thick as ten people can hold it. It is less than two square meters.

The man who shouted to him was standing in such a small place that was too cramped even to "squat in a pit". Under the shade of the trees, he was a young man with slightly sunken cheeks and a skinny body.

As if he saw his appearance as a Taoist priest, the young man's tone also weakened.

"Who?" The young man took a deep breath and forced himself to ask.

"As I can see, he is a poor Taoist priest." Ji Nian waved his sleeves and chuckled.

"Why are you here?" The young man shook the bell and continued to ask.

"Cure diseases and save people." Ji Nian replied.

"Cure a disease? Save a person?" the young man repeated again, with an incomprehensible look on his face, and stopped asking questions.

After a while, a group of skinny people with only slightly bulging bellies came rushing up, armed with various crude weapons and farm tools.

They carefully looked at the Taoist in front of them, who was eight feet tall, had a Taoist spirit, and had a bookish spirit. They did not dare to act rashly.

"I just heard from the Taoist priest that you are here to treat illnesses and save people?"

An old man with a ravaged face and a short, hunched back walked out of the team, a pair of muddy eyes silently watching the calendar.

"Since you have this ability, why not find some big counties and important towns to join you? The gentlemen there will definitely treat you as a guest."

"Our Shijie is called a town, but in fact it is just a village. We don't have much property to give you."

"unless……"

Under the dark blue sky, the old man's eyes moved slightly and his voice was calm: "What you are looking for is not money, but something illusory."

"The Immortal Master has already told us that if anyone comes here for this purpose in the near future, he will be..."

The old man didn't say anything more, and the young "strong" people surrounding him showed stern expressions one after another, slowly dispersed, and surrounded Ji Nian.

"I may have misunderstood, Pindao... is just a 'bug'."

(End of chapter)