This Group of Players Are All Slimes

When the players were looking for clues, Satan Ye was not idle.

Through the ubiquitous mushrooms and the feedback of various ghosts, he has already noticed the arrival of this group of players.

However, in his opinion, these players are just some high-intelligence brats, and their strange equipment makes them extremely ugly.

And they don't understand their behavior.

Why do they bounce back and forth on flat ground?

Why would a kid try to eat crystals?

Why are those little ghosts more interested in mushrooms?

Other than that, there's nothing special about it.

Controlling a large number of spores, he submerged a few little ghosts secretly, destroying their brains.

It's just that mushrooms can grow on these corpses, but no ghosts are generated.

Even these newly grown mushrooms will wither immediately, and the nutrients absorbed by the imp will disappear within seconds after the imp's death.

"Weird creatures, where did the lord find so many strange creatures?"

He thought that no one would find out about his plundering of the kid, but what he didn't know was that the players had already shared the information in the Q group.

"Report, spores appeared at the location of C-194, the two of them acted and died."

"Report, spores appeared at the position of A-111. One person acted and died."

"Report..."

With the help of a master who is proficient in CAD, the players have quickly figured out the terrain under the necropolis, and began to consciously explore various areas.

The feature of infinite resurrection allows players to detect Satan Ye's ability in the most inhumane way and test the opponent's ability range.

Without Satan Ye's knowledge, the identities of hunter and prey had already been exchanged.

Finally able to board the Q group, he took off his clothes and looked at the data reported by the players, roughly confirming the logic of Satan Ye's behavior.

He is not as comprehensive as Artoria, but if it is aimed at a specific target, his strength is undoubtedly stronger.

Just like some people are naturally suitable for playing war games, commanding thousands of troops to attack cities and conquer territories.

But he prefers a game similar to Go, using various means to find out the opponent's hole cards, guess the enemy's intentions, and finally give a fatal blow.

For Satan Ye, his evaluation is cautious, but the method is relatively simple and not flexible enough.

When there are one or two imps, the other party will use spores to devour the other party.

But if there are three or more, then he avoids them.

"The upper limit of spores is two, so three can't be locked? Does it have anything to do with body size?"

Under his command, several players turned into ugly giant imps above, and formed a team in a certain way, continuing to test Satan Ye's ability.

"Report, spores appeared at the D-9 position, the two of them acted and died."

"Report, spores appeared at the position of B-198. One person acted and died."

"Report, the three of you are in action, and there is nothing wrong now."

After reading the information reported by the players, he took off his clothes and nodded.

"Sure enough, as long as there are two or one person, something will happen, it has nothing to do with the size. In this way, the opponent should only be able to lock on two targets at most, and there is nothing they can do when there are three or more people."

"Then why did the Crazy Policewoman and I trigger the plot? Or did the other party have special logic rules? Or, the plot can only be triggered once?"

While taking off his clothes and meditating, a player suddenly shouted in the Q group.

"There's a plot, there's a plot! I was not swallowed by the spores, but brought before an old man. Take off my clothes, what should I do next?"

"Is the plot triggered randomly... No matter what the other party says next, don't provoke the other party, start the video, and keep in touch at all times.

"

"OK!"

Ou Huang readily agreed.

In front of her, Satan Ye, whose body was half buried in the crystal, looked at the kid in front of him suspiciously.

Why is this kid always in a daze?

Whenever he said a word, the other party would stay for a while before replying.

It may be a common problem of low IQ creatures.

Although for a creature like a kid, the other party's IQ is already not low.

After quietly waiting for the other party to finish his daze, he continued to ask: "In other words, you are all brats from the same tribe, and now you are here to explore and find food together?"

Ou Huang was stunned for a while, then nodded: "Yes."

"You don't belong to any lord?"

"……yes."

"Then what is the environment around you, can you describe it to me?"

"...Yes. No, that's right."

After listening to Ou Huang's description, Satan Ye nodded slightly.

The place described by the other party is consistent with what he explored.

His body had already been annihilated sixty years ago, and the remaining soul could only attach to the soul mushroom here, and then parasitize into Satan Ye's body through the mushroom.

He also tried to send the spores out, but the airflow in the necropolis is very strange, with strong wind blowing down from above all the time, blowing its spores away.

There are only a few days in a year when the weather is calm, so he can only take this opportunity to attach the clone to the spores and send it back after collecting information about the surroundings.

That's why ghost outbreaks occur only a few days a year.

The soul mushroom attached to him can only feed on corpses, and although there are a large number of corpses under the tomb, they will be exhausted one day.

At that time, it will be the time when he really disappears.

Looking at Ouhuang in front of him, he had another thought in his mind.

He is tired of the life here, and he desperately wants to return to hell, to kill, to devour, and to send his will to all the demons.

The little devil in front of him is an opportunity.

Separated a clone, he concentrated the clone on a spore, and let the spore fall on the top of Ouhuang's head.

In the blink of an eye, the spore began to grow rapidly, forming a brand new mushroom on top of Ouhuang's head.

After making this avatar, he immediately felt extremely tired.

After attaching to the mushrooms, he quickly mastered the characteristics of these mushrooms.

The soul mushroom can devour the corpse, imprison the soul of the opponent, erase the will of the opponent, and plant its own orders.

But this mushroom is different.

It is a clone of itself.

With his physical body annihilated, making two clones is already the limit, no more will be possible.

He let out a weak breath, and said to Ouhuang in a bewitching voice: "Take it back, back to your tribe."

"What is this?" Ouhuang flicked the mushroom on top of the warhead.

"A magical treasure that can make your tribe live comfortably. Aren't you looking for food? This is the magic weapon to make you live well."

Ou Huang was stunned for a while, then nodded: "Okay, I see."

Satan Ye smiled with satisfaction.

What a simple creature.

When I invade your tribe, I will consider keeping a few of them in captivity as food rations.

Seeing all this through Ouhuang's video, he took off his clothes and nodded.

"Ok, I see."