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The producer shook his head and shook his head, still whispering, he seemed to have an incredible ability to put a complete sentence in nonsense, and the pheromone released was simply weird.

"Making a mask... a false face... What is it used for? This is work... With a job, there is no need... Pick it from the ground, just pick it, and you don't need to spend a bit of Geo.

Lu Zhengkang listened to the sound of chisel beating, brush rubbing, and mouthful of nonsense, all mixed together, it was spiritual pollution.He shouted: "What I want to make is a container! I brought the roots of Mrs. White!"

The producer froze suddenly.

He put aside the chisel and paintbrush in his hand-these two major noise sources, and there was no nonsense in his mouth, and he was a lot quieter. The producer leaned out from behind the console and reached out with a pair of long hands and hugged Lu Zhengkang. "Oh, let me see! It is indeed the power of the root. Isn't she satisfied with Hollow Knight? She wants something better? Or is this just another attempt? Worm's creation is so harmonious and perfect, but not Is it recognized by her?"

Lu Zhengkang knew that the producer was speculating on Mrs. White's thoughts, but he couldn't explain it, because Mrs. White's intentions were indeed unclear.

He had to turn the topic to serious matters, "Can you make it? Three containers!"

The producer leaned back and said proudly: "Of course I can!" He picked Lu Zhengkang up and placed it on the console.

"Three masks, yes, but it’s not without a price! I need you to go to the weaver’s lair and find the deep silk thread. These must be used to sew the container. There are weaver’s spells on it. Go quickly, first take the roots Stay, three masks! Okay, what style do you want?"

"The style is not important. The minimum requirement is to resist the infection of radiation, and one of the cards needs to be as strong as possible."

The producer laughed, "They are all the same, there is no difference in strength and weakness, only the style is different."

When Lu Zhengkang heard this, he immediately relaxed, "The style is simpler, just stick to the face." He paused, "What kind of reward do you want?"

The producer snickered, as if he heard something funny, "No, I will accept all the begging for faces. This is not a mission, but to extend a helping hand and give a gift to the world worthy of this gift."

"I really trouble you." Lu Zhengkang lamented the mask maker's high positioning of the work. This is a great artist who uses his creation to communicate with the world!

"It's really polite, you don't have to."

"Can you tell me the approximate location of the Weaver's Lair?"

The producer turned around and entered another small room, rummaged in it for a while, and came out with a map in his hand."Here you are, when I was a kid, I always liked to run around and draw pictures, so I took note of the surrounding terrain, but I warn you not to try to go deeper. Some places are really dangerous, especially now that darkness swallows the deep nest. Watch out for those crazy beasts!"

Lu Zhengkang took the map, thanked him again, and then left the place.

...

The map of the masker is really a bit crude. After all, it is a graffiti made by him when he was a child. Fortunately, there are icons on some important places. For example, there is a six-hole symmetrical mask at the location of the Weaver's Lair.

To reach the Weaver's Lair, one needs to go down through a vertical hole like a shaft.

The deep nest is extremely dark, only some fluorescent fungi provide insignificant light, the platform ladder is fragmented, and there are silver spikes everywhere, knocking on it, and it is absolutely uncomfortable to be struck.

In addition to the small weavers, there are some deep bugs and deep hunters that can cause trouble to outsiders. They look like masked spiders, crawling on any surface, walls, cave ceilings, and everywhere. The bugs in the deep are not a big threat, but the hunters in the deep will spray hot venom. Their eyes are shining like orange fireflies, but they are vicious predators.

Walking in a deep nest full of cobwebs, a group of spiders will appear from time to time under your feet. They flee in all directions, crawling into the shadows, making a clicking sound, and the atmosphere is strange.

After losing his way for a while, Lu Zhengkang smoothly passed through the shaft hole and came to the lower level, which was basically one of the lowest altitude areas in the deep nest and even the holy nest.

He jumped onto a platform very close to the top of the cave. There was a large space below, but Lu Zhengkang followed the map instructions on the platform. The aisle was very low. If he wasn't for his small size, he probably couldn't get in many places.

The ground under his feet would collapse from time to time, and an accidental one would fall into a trap full of spikes. Such an unfriendly road made Lu Zhengkang a little annoying, so he had to float low.

After walking a few steps, I saw a majestic beast resting in front of me.

This is a sneaky believer with a bloated body, twelve feet, four pairs of legs for movement, two pairs of legs on the chest and abdomen are armored, blocking in front of you like a shield, like a strange six-hole mask, can resist Damage can also use these two pieces of armor as a knife to smash the prey ahead.

The only weakness is that it cannot attack upwards. Once the prey runs on its back, it can only be slaughtered. This is why sneakers choose to hunt in narrow passages.

Lu Zhengkang approached this powerful hunter gently, and the light from the lantern in his hand awakened the sneakers, six orange eyes opened, and strange colors were projected through the mask-like armor.

Chapter 36 The Weaver, the Future

Lu Zhengkang pulled out the bone nail and chopped it on the stealth believer's armor. There was only a ding sound, completely unable to break the defense, and this crazy beast raised the armor, exposing the white head under the mask, and the two pieces were separated. His armor swiftly waved, causing a turmoil, and the guillotine slashed over like falling.

Lu Zhengkang teleported and retreated, and the sneaky followers sprinted forward for a certain distance with every blow. The slash range was extremely wide. After three knives failed to make a contribution, he hurriedly retracted the armor and blocked his weakness again. Yan Shishi then stepped back and pulled away, the eyes under the mask with a cold and precise killing intent.

Lu Zhengkang grasped the rhythm of his attack, once again nailed it to the opponent’s mask, and instantly backed away. The moment the sneakers opened the armor and slashed, Lu Zhengkang pierced the air ahead, a white, beautifully patterned lightsaber. The bone nails flew out, hitting the critical point, splitting the fragile heads of the sneak believers.

The blood sprayed rapidly, and the sneaky believer twitched a few times and fell to the ground stiffly.

Lu Zhengkang kicked the huge bug away, walked to the end of the platform, floated into the lower level, turned and walked in the opposite direction, at the end, down, turned and entered another platform, went straight, killed a small weaver, killed one The sneak believer, through the hidden dark hole, came to a huge building.

This seems to be the entire grand palace embedded in the wall, and the dim light casts from the tall palace gate, illuminating Lu Zhengkang's face.

Enter the Weaver's Lair.

Inside is an all-metal structure, with large carved metal checkered plates covering the entire nest, and countless long silk threads hanging diagonally from the ceiling, stretched straight, and feels like steel wires.

All the light fly lanterns provided barely lighting, and the corpses of many large weavers were scattered on the ground. Their spherical heads were extraordinarily large and looked like stone carvings.

How did they die?

do not know.

Where are the other weavers?

Maybe he left the holy nest and returned to his hometown.

Lu Zhengkang went deep into the weaver's lair, and found an area where a large number of silk barrels were hung. These silk threads faintly exude soul energy, and they must be deep silk threads.

Continue to explore and kill a few annoying deep hunters. Lu Zhengkang saw a pile of weaver corpses in a gazebo-like place, and a talisman fell on the ground. This talisman is the song of the weaver and can be generated. The larva of the weaver accompanies and protects the wearer.

Two amulet slots are needed. Just in time, Lu Zhengkang took off the Gruz amulet he wore before, replaced it with the song of the weaver, lit up with a little light, and turned into small weavers, like a group of simple weavers. The white spider with a simple head is running and jumping around, waving a transparent silk thread.

Looking at these young weavers, Lu Zhengkang smiled.

Taking a whole tube of deep silk thread, Lu Zhengkang rushed to the mask maker with his back on his back, and walked to the door of the weaver's lair, only to see a weaver standing by the door, illuminating her body with dim light, as on an oil painting Still life, but she saw Lu Zhengkang, turned and left, extremely fast.

Lu Zhengkang knew that this might be a princess of the weaver family, but she did not look like she was in contact with strangers, and he was not going to talk to each other. He carried the silk spool and went out. There was no trace of the weaver, and he did not care , Return to the studio of the mask maker.

When I saw the mask maker for the second time, Lu Zhengkang discovered that he had changed into a mask, which is worthy of being a mask. The masks of various styles are very complete, ensuring that each visitor has a new image.

The maker has already drawn three roots into thin filaments, weaved them into thick mask embryos, and laid them on the workbench, waiting for Lu Zhengkang to bring deep silk threads.

"You are here, and you also brought the silk thread! Very good, give it to me." The producer couldn't wait to beckon, and his thin arm stretched out and took the silk spool with surprising strength.

The craftsman skillfully drew out the silk thread, threaded it on a long needle, and immediately began to sew the mask.

He was holding the rough mask in one hand, drawing the needle in the other hand, sewing in circles from the outside to the inside.

Lu Zhengkang curiously watched that long needle flew up and down, continuously sewing the silk thread into the mask's crude embryo, and the silk thread barrel continued to rotate, a large number of deep silk thread merged into the mask's crude embryo, making its texture thicker and tougher.

The rhizomes with soft and bright white light are wrapped under layers of thin threads, gradually becoming simple and unpretentious. The deep silk threads seem to be melted by the light. The fine stitches are fainted like glue, the surface is smooth as a mirror, and the mask looks like a piece. Waxed talc.

The producer whispered, through his complex and changeable mask, a fanatical temperament overflowed.

Lu Zhengkang faintly felt the breath of nothingness.