Big Bang Earth [Unlimited]

On the sixth day of the countdown, Ji Mucha and Xie Bingyan were arranged to test papers together.

Ji Muxia didn't think it was because the NPC didn't hold grudges and arranged the two together. On the contrary, it was probably because they were so angry that they planned to gather the two together and kill them all.

When he was in distress in the paper house yesterday, Xie Bingyan still had the opportunity to go to the ancestral hall to steal kerosene to save people.The two of them were besieged together today, presumably on purpose to make it impossible for them to rescue each other.

However, Ji Muxia didn't intend to play by the rules of the game at all.

After entering the workshop behind the house, the two of them took turns going to the workshop.

The so-called rotation means that one person is testing the paper in the test paper room, and the other is looking for clues in other workshops in turn. It can also be said that they take turns to die.

In the beginning, Xie Bingyan was the one who stayed because Ji Mucha knew words and paper best.

He started looking for information from the haymill.

The structure of the grass-milling house, Ji Muxia, had been there when Chao Daicheng died, and had also seen it.

There is a table for stacking papyrus, a stone mill for crushing papyrus, and a warehouse for stacking papyrus powder.

Today in the milling room were two unfamiliar players who didn't communicate much, and they were very surprised to see Ji Muxia coming over.

Ji Muxia took the initiative to exchange information: "We went to the study last night and found that there was an information reminder in the study at night, and got the original time information."

When it comes to the most critical information, Ji Muxia shut up.

Unsurprisingly, he saw the two players look a little excited, and then quickly looked at each other and communicated with each other.

"What is it?"

Ji Mucha smiled, with a tone of fair trade: "Did you find any clues?"

One of the two players is older, about 40 years old, with brown hair and brown eyes, with a slightly darker outline, and looks like a mixed race; the other looks about the same age as Ji Muxia, about 23, with black curly hair, Caucasian appearance, and expression Slightly cold, with the arrogance that strangers should not enter.

"We searched the players' rooms one by one, and got some time information."

After the older brown-haired man finished speaking, the younger man raised his chin slightly, with unnoticed complacency: "Including your chrysanthemums."

Ji Mucha slightly raised his eyebrows.

That's right, the difficulty of the game is assigned according to the player's quality. If he can be assigned to the same game as him, the player's game level is similar.

Regardless of character, at least the ability to act is on the same level.

"We don't trust anyone, why not write it down and exchange it." Ji Muxia offered to propose.

"it is good."

There is no shortage of pens, inks, papers and inkstones in the paper workshop. Ji Muxia works in the most test paper room. Their test paper is to write on the paper with different inks to test the quality of the paper.

There is also a grass grinding room, which is used for recording.

The two covered the paper with their hands, wrote on straw paper, squeezed it into a ball and threw it to each other.

Ji Muxia opened the paper, and what he found were two crooked numbers like earthworms. This player seemed to have never used a brush, and the words written were almost unreadable.

After the brown-haired man opened Ji Mucha's paper ball, a trace of embarrassment appeared on his face.

"Your handwriting is good."

Probably thought of my own "calligraphy".

In contrast, it is simply tragic.

Ji Muxia's paper ball said: "Emperor Wenchang."

The brown-haired man's wad of paper had two numbers written on it: "2, 3."

If Ji Mucha hadn't known that Emperor Wenchang's birthday was the third day of February, these two inexplicable numbers would be completely useless.

Similarly, the brown-haired man who is a foreigner is also confused when he sees the words "Wenchang Emperor".

Knowing Chinese language does not mean understanding Chinese culture, some are just for commercial purposes.

"Sorry, I admit that I have reservations." The brown-haired man finally bowed his head, "2, 3 is a date."

"I know." Ji Muxia smiled, the other party thought he had taken advantage, but in fact he had the upper hand after confirming his guess.

"And it's not the calendar you use, it's our traditional calendar."

The brown-haired man frowned slightly, and exchanged glances with the young curly-haired man.

The older brown-haired middle-aged man is called Beria, and the young black curly-haired man is called Leo.

Leo took a step forward, retracting his high chin: "Paper Tower."

"I know where the Tower of Writing and Paper is."

……

After talking, the two of them didn't delay any longer, and directly formed an alliance with Ji Muxia, and went to the back of the yard to find the calligraphy and paper tower.

There is an open space behind the paper mill, where piles of paper grass that has only been processed briefly are piled up into tall haystacks.

In addition, there are several side-by-side one-story workshops. There is a drainage channel behind the workshop, which is connected to a mountain stream at the foot of the back mountain, winding and flowing to distant places.

Up the mountain stream, there is a lush forest, not tall, just slightly undulating hills, which is also the back mountain jungle of this house.

From the inside of the paper mill to the foot of the mountain, Ji Mucha didn't see any towers.

Most importantly, when they wanted to cross the mountain stream, they found that they would be blocked by an invisible barrier.

This has reached the boundary of the game.

"And then?" Ji Mucha looked at the two players.

"I found incomplete letters in the mouse hole, and when I pieced them together, I saw some vocabulary and a topographic map." Leo's hand sketched in the air, curved, and pointed to the few buildings closest to the mountain stream. haystack.

Ji Mucha raised his eyebrows lightly, doubtful.

Beria had already started directly, found a branch, poked it into the haystack, and heard a crisp metal buzzing sound of "dang".

Muffled, oppressed by the thick haystacks, it is not obvious.

But this is clearly the sound of gold and stone.

Ji Muxia's eyes showed surprise, unexpectedly, the most important calligraphy and paper tower was hidden in such an eye-catching haystack.

But before his joy faded away, he saw countless bloody hands sticking out from the haystack, grabbing the branch and pulling it hard.

Beria had expected to let go immediately, and the branch as thick as the baby's arm was immediately dragged into the haystack, and when it disappeared into the haystack, Ji Muxia clearly heard the crisp sound of the branch breaking.

Ji Muxia's expression was ugly.

According to the information they found in the study, the paper tower is obviously related to time. Unexpectedly, the only time they can see the NPC is in this most critical place.

"We found the Tower of Writing and Paper last night, but that's it. It's useless to find it, and we can't get it out." Beria spread his hands.

"Maybe it's not the time yet." Ji Mucha didn't hide anymore, "The time we found is Emperor Wenchang's birthday, the third day of February, which is tomorrow."

"Are you sure?" Leo questioned forcefully, "If you guess wrong, with the temperament of the game, you may have to deduct time."

"I'm not sure, I'll die if I fail, don't worry about me deceiving you." Ji Muxia said calmly, "Emperor Wenchang's birthday, that is, tomorrow, literati will burn paper to worship Emperor Wenchang."

"What is written paper? We only see paper here, where are the words?" Beria asked.

"Character paper is paper on which words are written..."

Leo frowned and interrupted: "But there are no words on the paper here. Except for the plaque in the main room, oh, and the book with the player's name written on it."

"Yes, there are no words!" Ji Mucha was suddenly awakened, "Only the plaque of the Gengdu heirloom, and the book with the player's name on it!"

Ji Muxia's eyes were bright, and he beat the palm of his left hand with his right hand excitedly.

"I actually ignored it!"

"Writing paper, writing paper, only paper, without words, it is not calligraphy paper!"

"Words are souls, souls are words, I know where he is!"

Beria and Leo looked at each other strangely, watching Ji Muxia muttering to himself, speaking words like tongue twisters.

But Ji Muxia clearly didn't mean to explain, after talking to herself, she suddenly turned around and left.

"Hey, where are you going?"

"I'm going to confirm my guess!" Ji Muxia ran to the test paper room without looking back. He needed to find his most trusted partner, Xie Bingyan, to act together.

"What should we do here?" Beria shouted loudly from behind.

"Don't move, it's not time yet!"

"He said you can't move?" Leo looked around and found a wooden stick used to stir the pulp. "I just want to move!"

……

"What a good boy, come on, go on, and help me write a love poem. Don't be a lady, it's a gentleman..."

When Ji Muxia rushed to the test paper room, he saw Xie Bingyan standing in front of the table with his back turned to him, talking in a doting tone to a writing brush standing on the paper on the table.

That's right, Xie Bingyan didn't hold the brush in his hand, he used the tip of the brush as his foot, and wrote while standing on the paper.

From Xie Bingyan's tone, it seems that he is still threatening the other party to write love poems for him?

Ji Muxia paused, and suddenly felt that she came at the wrong time.

He seemed to have ruined something good about Xie Bingyan.

Ji Muxia stopped outside the door, but with Xie Bingyan's keen perception, he had already heard footsteps coming from behind, and turned his head——

Both of them were embarrassed at the same time.

Xie Bingyan looked at the love poems on the table, quickly tore them off, crumpled them up and hid them behind his back.

As for the demon brush, he swept it under the table and stepped on it.

Ji Muxia saw that the brush was struggling under Xie Bingyan's feet, struggling, and the ink was all over the floor.

"Come on, have you found any important information?"

As soon as Xie Bingyan pushed harder, he stepped on the brush even harder.

Ji Mucha: "Yes."

"Then let's go take a look?"

"I thought of an important place that we might need to visit together."

"Then let's go."

Xie Bingyan wished to expose this matter immediately, he stepped hard, the brush on the bamboo pole was cracked by his step, and the brush stopped struggling.

Ji Muxia looked at the writing brush lying on the corpse sympathetically, nodded, and walked back with Xie Bingyan pretending not to care.

Xie Bingyan quietly stuffed the ball of paper into his pocket, Ji Mucha caught it out of the corner of his eye, and pretended not to see it.

Although he is really curious...

Because of the embarrassing atmosphere between the two, Xie Bingyan was only thinking about his own concerns along the way, and even forgot to ask Ji Mucha where he was going to take him to find clues.

When he saw the familiar place again, Xie Bingyan was surprised: "Here?"

"Yeah." Before Ji Muxia crossed the threshold, he finally couldn't help it, "You just said that love poems are written not about a lady, but about a gentleman?"

Xie Bingyan: ...

His ears were slightly red.

Ji Muxia hesitated: "So, you like men?"

Xie Bingyan's neck was also red...