Edited by Zaki
Chapter 1.12
Even if the BOSS was indeed an alcoholic, he was obviously not happy after being doused with wine. He wasn’t even in the mood to drink the alcohol in his hand and angrily smashed the handful of wine to the side, causing it to splash all over the floor. Then he stared at Gu Mozhi and started attacking crazily.
Obviously, with the zombie’s necrotic brain, it was impossible to imagine who prepared this sacrificial wine for him. So he stared at the guy in front of him who had wounded him dozens of times and started to attack him.
Gu Mozhi didn’t care and continued to step forward to fight the BOSS. On the contrary, the pressure on Pink-hair and the others had doubled, because they had no extra wine available, and the trick of offering wine could obviously no longer be used, otherwise it would only aggravate the BOSS’s anger.
Jian Linglong was very sorry: “I didn’t expect that the wine I spilled in the end would hit the zombie’s head. If I had known better, I wouldn’t have done anything more.”
It was hard to blame her. After all, they were all people who had never offered wine to the dead. If they had something, maybe they would have done even more unthinkable actions.
“Let’s think of a way to remedy it.” The College Girl comforted, “Isn’t there still dry tobacco? Try that one again.”
“How to make dry tobacco?” This time everyone was much more cautious and did not dare to do things casually.
Pink-hair looked at it for a while and said, “Don’t you usually burn things to ghosts? How about burning this pipe?”
“…It’s metal underneath.” The girl reminded him.
Only the bottom section of this pipe where tobacco was placed had a metal “flare”, while the other parts were made of wood. If it was burned, it would only burn the wood, but the metal would not burn.
If you couldn’t burn the whole set, who knows what the consequences would be?
Pink-hair gritted his teeth: “Burn! There is no other way now. What else can we do besides burning it? What if we burn it together? This is a supernatural instance, and everything is possible.”
The College Girl didn’t think that this place could be so outrageous as to burn this non-flammable metal, but the Pink-hair seemed adamant to try it, so she really had no other choice but to give it a try.
Everyone took the pipe and came to the wall. There were many lamp and torch holders installed on the wall, but instead of lighting oil lamps, white candles were inserted. It was placed at a high point, but fortunately, Pink-hair had long hands and could reach it by standing on tiptoes.
He held up the pipe and waited for a long time, and finally lit it. The pipe ignited with a ghostly green flame, and a ghost fire that was different from ordinary flames actually appeared. Moreover, this was not a ghost fire resulting in burning white phosphorus, but an actual ghost fire that burned the wood part of the tobacco pipe in about ten seconds.
Then…it was destroyed…
It seemed that even ghost fire couldn’t burn metal. Everyone was deep in thought.
They didn’t even dare to look at the zombie on the other side. Even thinking with their toes, they could figure out what would appear in the hands of the zombie.
Only Jian Linglong turned her head and looked over, just in time to see a pipe appear in the zombie’s hand. The zombie paused again, picked up the pipe and looked at it for a while, showing an expression of nostalgia and joy.
Yes, this was his smoking pipe!
Then, he carefully put the cigarette holder to his mouth and took a long puff.
–– No taste.
He opened his eyes suddenly and stared at the place where the tobacco should be placed under the pipe. The zombie remembered that he had not placed any tobacco. However, first of all, there was no tobacco now, and secondly, even if there was, the place where the tobacco should be placed had a hole. This pipe was incomplete and could not be smoked at all.
“…Owww!” The zombie howled angrily.
The players all shrank their necks, not knowing what to do.
“It seems that this method won’t work either.” The young man said dryly, trying to lighten the atmosphere.
Jian Linglong looked sympathetically at her Master who was being used as a human punching bag by the crazy Boss, but also admired her Master’s quickness in escaping attacks and not getting actually hit. Then she turned around and continued to discuss solutions with others.
Listening to them scratching their heads and discussing for a long time without reaching any conclusion, Jian Linglong couldn’t help but feel a little anxious. If she didn’t work harder to get rid of the BOSS, she would be sprayed all over by the smelly blood.
She bit her lip and thought carefully for a long time, looking for a way to break the situation this time. Suddenly, she had an idea: “Speaking of which, zombies are real, right?”
Everyone nodded, not knowing why she asked this.
Jian Linglong wiped her face and said helplessly and angrily: “So it’s not like a ghost that cannot be seen or touched. Why should we burn things? It can touch, so we can hand the pipe directly over to him, right?”
As for whether zombies could smoke or not or whatever, it was out of her hands.
Her words instantly woke everyone up.
Yes, the zombie was real, why did they have to burn things to it? If you just threw the pipe over, wouldn’t the zombie be satisfied?
The novice instance was supposed to be a simple instance, and the method of cracking this game was also very simple, which was to offer wine jars and pipes and tobacco, and let the zombie drink and smoke happily. When it was satisfied, it would automatically lie back in the coffin, and the soul would leave the body and they would be able to pass the test.
Unexpectedly, this group of players turned a simple level instance into a hellish difficulty.
Now that the wine was spilled, the pipe was broken, and things were back to square one, what should they do?
“Then we can only get a new pipe.” The woman who had been silent for a while hesitated and finally said, “The zombie got the things we burned for it, so let’s make one ourselves and burn it. There’s no way to replace the wine, but the bong is fine.”
Others looked at her expectantly: “How to do it?”
The woman smiled, “I see that you’re all quite young, and probably haven’t had much exposure to worshipping your ancestors, so you haven’t figured it out for a while. Think about it, didn’t everyone like to burn paper money and gold? Nowadays, a lot of people even get very fashionable and use paper to make houses and cars to burn to their ancestors. So I thought, we could make a pipe out of paper.”
Her words provide everyone with a new idea – although there were no real objects now, virtual objects could still exist. As she said, whether they were physical or incorporeal, they could be handed over to the BOSS in a certain way, so why not continue to take advantage of this.
But the problem was, none of them knew how to make paper smoking pipes.
The young man hesitated for a moment: “I can draw pretty well, how about I draw something on paper, cut it out, and burn it to BOSS?”
“I think it’s okay!” The College Girl with a level 10 handicap who could only draw stick figures was the first to agree, and immediately ran to find pen and paper.
It was not easy to find pen and paper in the mourning hall. Fortunately, there was incense ash and extra yellow paper here. During the day, the NPC townspeople would burn yellow paper when they came to pay their respects, but because the ghosts couldn’t do this, everyone ignored the yellow paper placed there, but now they can use it for casual purposes.
Without pen and ink, they could only use incense ashes instead. The young man dipped his fingers into the remaining bits of wine on the wine jar, then dipped in incense ashes, and painted on the yellow paper. However, because the conditions were too harsh, the pipe he drew was really strange. Except for the shape, which was similar to the real one, there were no other similarities at all.
The young man also felt guilty: “The time is too tight, and the incense ash is not easy to use, so I can’t modify it in detail, I can only do this.”
Everyone nodded their heads in understanding, but this thing was really hard to tell that it was a smoking pipe, and they were worried that the BOSS wouldn’t know what it was after burning it, and that would be troublesome.
Jian Linglong gave full play to her Master’s fine tradition and came up with a bad idea: “How about writing the word ‘smoking gun’ on the pipe? Anyway, it will just look like that after being burned. There is no way to restore BOSS’s pipe, so he shouldn’t care about two more words.”
“…” This suggestion seemed to make sense at first. Although everyone felt that something was wrong, the young man still moved his hands smoothly. At this moment, they didn’t have time to think about it carefully, so they could only try to make a fool of themselves, maybe it would work.
Pink-hair thought of the previous situation and temporarily added: “Draw some more shredded tobacco, otherwise he won’t be able to smoke.”
“Okay!”
The young man drew a thick tobacco strip in a series of strokes, and wrote the word “tobacco” on it, and plausibly said that he would tear the tobacco from the top when he asked the Boss to smoke. Such a big piece should be enough to smoke for a long time.
Jian Linglong was a little confused: “Is the tobacco cut into strips by tearing tobacco slices?”
“It’s not important.” Who could care about this now, “That’s almost enough.”
“If the situation is urgent, don’t worry about the details.” Pink-hair also agreed with him, and then handed the yellow paper with the drawings on it to the College Girl and asked her to tear off the pipe and tobacco pieces on it.
There were no scissors here, so they could only tear it by hand. But he felt that a rough guy like himself might tear the drawing apart, so it would be better to leave it to a careful girl.
Without saying a word, the College Girl started to take action and carefully tore off the two complete drawings. Then Pink-hair took it and put it on the candle and lit it, watching it be instantly burned to ashes by the green ghost fire.
Everything was ready, everyone looked at the zombie anxiously, wondering if it would work this time.
A few seconds later, a flat smoking pipe that was as thin as paper and a perfunctory-looking non-thick tobacco piece appeared in the hands of the zombie. There were four words clearly written on them, so clearly that even people with severe myopia could clearly see what was written.
The zombie suddenly stiffened.
Things were “real” things. After they were burned, they turned from drawings into real objects. However, because they were two-dimensional drawings, what appeared were also two-dimensional real objects. This means that this thing was still useless. The “tobacco piece” could be burned to give out some smoke smell. But looking at the thickness, it probably wouldn’t burn for long.
Seeing this scene, everyone also stiffened.
It was over! The zombie was completely offended!
The BOSS was indeed furious, and it even started to use its necrotic brain to discover that the culprit who had just teased him three times in a row wasn’t the bastard in front of him who had been fighting against him for a long time, but rather the five little shrimps hiding in the corner. The evidence was the yellow paper fragments scattered around them, and the incense burner belonging to him that had been smuggled over at an unknown time!
Not only did they tease him, but they also stole his incense burner and yellow paper! It was unbearable!! He was going to tear them alive!!!