Chapter 241 Not a True God After All

Ye Zheng wanted to remind Feng Ling not to get carried away, but Feng Ling's thoughts did not follow her lead at all.

"It's really strange. The Lord of the Maze should be the strongest being in the entire maze, so how could he be buried alive by a pile of meat?" Feng Ling thought to himself, "...Oh, no, he's not buried alive. The eyes and mouth on the mountain are alive. The mountain can also stick other creatures to itself. This should be the ability of the Lord of the Maze. So the mountain and the Lord of the Maze are one. In other words... the meat grows on the body of the Lord of the Maze. Do they share senses? Share life?"

She turned around and asked Li Qing: "Can we find out the card of the Lord of the Labyrinth from this?"

Li Qing shook his head. "The information is too vague, and it's hard to retrieve the results."

Xu Yiming couldn't help but ask: "If senses are shared, then blowing up the mountain is actually equivalent to blowing up the master of the maze, right?"

Feng Ling nodded, "Yes, anyway, the Meat Mountain must be connected to the Lord of the Maze, otherwise why would the Lord of the Maze be angry because we planted explosives~"

"Then things are simple," Xu Yiming said immediately, "Why not just blow it up again? They are one body anyway, so attacking the mountain is no different from attacking the Lord of the Labyrinth. It's even safer. As long as we take proper measures, the mountain won't resist."

"But it resisted," Huangfu Miaomiao raised her voice, "A lot of rat monsters crawled out of the mountain! It was so scary!"

Xu Yiming laughed, "What is there to be afraid of the rat monster? At best, the rat monster is a C-level pollutant, but the level of the maze master is at least S-level."

Huangfu Miaomiao was stunned for a moment, "...You mean the monsters and the lords?"

Xu Yiming was also stunned, then he stopped smiling and nodded, "Yes, this is the consensus of the monitoring system and the hunter community. Renaming the levels, including naming the players as aliens, can be considered a form of linguistic resistance."

Huangfu Miaomiao blinked, "Language? Fight?"

She doesn't understand.

Li Qing whispered, "Language often has a profound influence in a subtle way. The first difficulty that humans have to overcome in fighting us is to solve the serious psychological problems that arise after the warriors kill their compatriots. Because the accounts we use are human bodies, killing us is like killing humans, so we need to give them different names to reduce the discomfort during the battle and give psychological hints to make the warriors believe that they are not killing humans, but monsters."

Upon hearing this, Ye Zheng couldn't help but look at Li Qing and said sarcastically: "You have studied us humans very thoroughly."

Feng Ling smiled and said, "The Taoist priest is a fan of studying human civilization."

Ye Zheng snorted softly and did not comment.

"Okay, let's not go off topic." Feng Ling walked to the supermarket entrance, leaned against the door frame and chewed some beef jerky, "...It's getting dark, and the fog is getting thicker. We are lucky. At least we found a safe area before dark, otherwise we would have suffered tonight."

Huangfu Miaomiao also ran to the door and looked outside with Feng Ling.

She heard the sound of drums in the distance.

The sound of drums and music was faint and far away, which made Huangfu Miaomiao feel a little relieved. She no longer had to worry about herself falling into a daze and following the wandering gods' group again.

"Let's lock the door at night," Huangfu Miaomiao wanted to eliminate all hidden dangers, "lest we hear the drums and music of the parade after we fall asleep and sleepwalk along."

Feng Ling smiled at her and said, "It's useless to lock it. You can get through the cracks~"

Li Qing said: "Most parades are held during the day, so I think there should be nothing wrong at night."

"Hmm..." Feng Ling recalled, "I didn't hear any movement from the parade last night, but the rats are quite rampant at night. If Little Skeleton wants to earn points, he can go out for a walk at night."

Huangfu Miaomiao muttered softly: "I don't want to..."

If Feng Ling didn't go out at night, she didn't want to go out either. Although those rat monsters were easy to kill individually, they were still very scary to her when they attacked in groups. Feng Ling raised his hand and rubbed her head, "Then don't go out, wait until daybreak before taking action."

When it comes to action after daybreak, Xu Yiming becomes eager to act.

"Feng Ling..." Xu Yiming said a little embarrassedly, "Can you take me with you for tomorrow's operation? I also want to meet the Lord of the Labyrinth."

He felt that he was being too lazy by staying in the safe zone.

"Of course." Feng Ling nodded, "But I may not be able to meet the Lord of the Maze tomorrow. I want to go somewhere else first and look for the game statue."

Xu Yiming grinned and said, "Okay, let's look for it together."

Feng Ling looked outside the door. The street ten meters away was almost invisible. Thick fog descended with the night, submerging the entire maze.

In a little while, it will be pitch black outside...

Oh, I almost forgot.

Before it gets completely dark, she has to look for the rat monster she had just marked.

Feng Ling closed her eyes, and the red mist was like a silk ribbon, drawing her gaze all the way.

The thick fog in the evening made visibility very limited. After chasing for more than ten minutes, the vision became increasingly dimmer. This made Feng Ling want to give up. Maybe she could wait until tomorrow to track him. Even if she caught up now, she might not be able to see anything.

As I was thinking this, the procession of gods suddenly appeared in my sight.

Feng Ling was slightly startled and his gaze paused.

Every rat monster in front of him was kneeling on the ground in an orderly manner, with its upper body lying on the ground and its head close to the ground.

Looking further forward, she saw an empty sedan chair appear in the team.

Where are the gods in the sedan chair?
Feng Ling was full of doubts. He followed the fog belt forward for a distance and saw a table leg. He looked up again -

The gods, dressed in gorgeous clothes, were squatting on the table and feasting on the food like wild animals!
Each of these false gods created by the maze has an extremely exaggerated head-to-body ratio. The head is almost half of the body, so the mouth appears particularly large, revealing two rows of flat, white teeth when it is opened.

Such teeth are not suitable for tearing raw meat, so the false god took each bite with extra force. The bloody fascia was pulled between its teeth, like pulling a blood-soaked towel, and blood kept dripping.

Most of the false god's face was dyed red, and even the collar below his neck turned dark. He did not chew slowly. After wolfing down the corpse on the table, he jumped off the table and staggered back to the sedan chair.

The rat monsters kneeling on the ground stood up one after another, lifted the sedan chair and walked back.

Feng Ling wanted to follow and see, but her eyes could only follow the movement path of the marked person and could not deviate, so she had to give up.

Although she couldn't follow them, she guessed that these rat monsters and false gods should be returning to the mountain.

Feng Ling opened his eyes, thoughtful.

She felt it was a cycle.

"No wonder he is called a false god. After all, he is not a real god..." Feng Ling leaned against the door frame. It was already dark outside.