The Earth is Online - Chapter 29

[Chapter 29]

Tang Mo put the pink jar on the table and looked inward from the mouth of the jar, intending to see what was inside.

“boom–”

A loud door opening sounded from behind, Tang Mo’s hand pressed on the match tattoo for the first time, and turned to look back.

I saw the grandmother wolf in a small dress walked into the house with small steps and took away the pink bag on the sofa. Seeing that Tang Mo was looking at herself, she glared fiercely and said, “Remember the time. If I don’t see the golden gopher when I come back in seven days, you are my dinner!”

There was another banging sound of closing the door, as if an earthquake shook the whole house.

Tang Mo’s body also shook twice and walked to the window. Seeing Grandma Wolf slowly disappearing on the mountain road, he narrowed his eyes and turned to look at the jar again.

Tang Mo raised his head and glanced at the small pink alarm clock beside the sofa.

“It’s the first day, 12:30 noon.” The main mission of this tower attack game gave Tang Mo seven days of mission time, and the time calculation method in Monster Valley is the same as that of Earth, “In this case, I am 11 I entered the game at 5:00 p.m. on the 30th, and according to the time, it should be December 1st…”

Tang Mo carefully went through the rules of the game that Heita had just promulgated in his mind.

He has seven days to catch a golden gopher. He can attract gophers only by placing the food in the hole at 6:00 p.m. every day. If he misses the time, the food will be invalid, so there are seven chances in total.

The probability of the golden hamster appearing on the first day is 40%, and the probability of appearing on the remaining days is doubled to 80%.

If he followed the correct rules of the game every day for seven days, placed food at the entrance of a certain hole at six o’clock, and then stood in the hole without breaking the rules and waited, then the probability of the golden gopher not appearing for seven days was 0.000192. Conversely, the probability of catching a golden gopher in seven days is 0.999808.

The odds are terrifying.

Although Tang Mo felt that his luck was not very good, it was not that he could not catch a gopher under this probability.

Unless there is something wrong with the game itself.

Tang Mo pondered for a long time, but could not come up with an answer, and finally decided to take a look at the props he had now. When Grandma Wolf was not around, he went to sit on the sofa and put the jar on the coffee table.

“Anything that belongs to the kingdom of the Underworld can be turned into a sweet potato. Anything…”

Tang Mo’s eyes turned, and he looked at the group of underground people’s hair in the gap of the sofa.

With a tear, Tang Mo pulled the sticky mass of hair out of the gap. He stingly pulled a strand of hair and put it into the jar. After a while, the jar did not move.

Tang Mo looked down along the mouth of the altar. The hair was still lying at the bottom of the altar, and it didn’t turn into a sweet potato.

“Is it enough?”

Tang Mo frowned and directly put a large amount of hair in.

After waiting for about a minute, the jar suddenly vibrated violently. The pink jars shone with colorful lights, like the colorful neon lights in the old-fashioned karaoke of the last century.

Tang Mo stared at the jar without blinking for three minutes. The flickering light on the jar finally went out. Finally, he heard a loud bang, followed by an overwhelming stench.

Even if Tang Mo had been influenced by Mario’s hat, he almost fainted when he smelled it.

He suppressed the stench and looked at the jar. I saw an invisible line drawn down silently from the mouth of the jar. Where the straight line passes, the pink of the jar turns into a thick black. When the line was drawn to the bottom of the jar, the entire pink jar turned black.

Tang Mo was startled, and secretly said: “This task is difficult here? It is difficult to get food?”

Without giving Tang Mo a chance to think, a pitch-black object suddenly jumped out of the jar and hit Tang Mo’s leg. The black on the outside of the jar slowly dissipated, turning pink again.

Tang Mo was stunned, picked up the unknown black object that seemed to be scorched, and looked at the jar on the coffee table.

Lines of small characters slowly appeared on the altar—

[A pile of long-rotted underground people’s hair, ah! 】

Tang Mo: “…”

What Tang Mo threw into the jar was hair, and what was spat out was a scorched black unknown object that gave off a terrible stench. Tang Mo pinched his nose to check this thing, and he cut the shit-like thing with a knife. After the black shit was cut open, Tang Mo lowered his head to observe for a long time, and finally came to the conclusion with a blank expression: “…A sweet potato like scorched shit?”

As if responding to his words, the pink jar flashed again.

Even if he didn’t put this thing in the hole for experimentation, Tang Mo could guess that it was absolutely impossible for this kind of thing to attract golden gophers.

Tang Mo picked up the jar and stroked the small characters on it.

“The rotting underground people’s hair… means that those hairs have been left for too long, and they can no longer be regarded as things of the underground people’s kingdom, and cannot be transformed into food?”

If that’s the case, then the task is indeed a little more difficult.

Tang Mo walked to the fireplace and looked up at the head of the underground man hanging on the wall. He looked at it for a while, and finally took out the knife, grabbed the hair of the underground man with one hand, and carefully cut off the hair with the knife in the other hand. After all this, he went back to the sofa and put the hair into the jar.

five minutes later–

[A bunch of underground people’s hair that is about to rot, bah bah bah! 】

Tang Mo: “…”

Not even that?

Tang Mo did not try to cut off the other organs of the head of the underground man and put them in the jar. This jar seems to have high requirements for the items that are put into it. If Tang Mo is really Little Red Riding Hood, then he is an underground person himself. He only needs to put the things he carries with him into the jar to get food.

But he is not Little Red Riding Hood.

“Mario’s hat is supposed to belong to the Underworld. The turkey eggs are from the big mole, and the tears of earthworms are from earthworms. They all belong to monsters.”

These three things were the prizes and props Tang Mo got from the Black Tower game, and the only thing that came in handy was Mario’s hat. But it was absolutely impossible for Tang Mo to put a high-quality item in this kind of jar in exchange for a sweet potato.

He has figured out a way.

Tang Mo took out the ruby from his pocket, raised it directly to the top of his head, and put on Mario’s hat.

Tang Mo immediately held his breath as the stench not inferior to that of black feces sweet potatoes rushed to his face. He stared solemnly at the fireplace of Grandma Wolf’s house. After three seconds, he shouted loudly, and suddenly slammed his head into the fireplace wall.

“Boom!”

“Boom-”

The first sound was the sound of the head hitting the wall, and the second sound was the sound of a denture falling to the ground.

“This wall is too hard!” Tang Mo rubbed his head and took off Mario’s hat.

He leaned over and picked up the dentures from the floor.

It was a yellow and old denture with a bit of uneaten chocolate stuck between the teeth. Tang Mo has even touched a feces-like sweet potato, so how can he be afraid of this? Without changing his face, he picked up the braces and threw them into the pink jar.

A minute later, the pink jar radiated colorful light again. The colored light dissipated, and an invisible thread emerged from the mouth of the altar. Where the straight line crossed, the jar turned pale yellow. This different place made Tang Mo’s heart move. When the whole jar turned yellow, a yellowish thing jumped out of the jar and jumped onto Tang Mo’s lap.

[An old shoemaker used dirty braces for 70 years]

Such a line appeared on the jar, and soon, the yellow faded, and the jar turned pink again.

The sweet potato that hit Tang Mo’s leg was the size of an adult’s arm, and it was a thick and long one. The sweet potato looks the same as it does on earth, just a little less scented. Tang Mo had not eaten for a day, but he had no appetite when he saw this sweet potato.

He took the sweet potato, went to the kitchen to find a plate, and put the sweet potato on it.

After all this was done, it was only three o’clock in the afternoon. Tang Mo thought for a moment, put on Mario’s hat again, and slammed into the wall twice. The first time a broken mirror fell out, and the second time a half-eaten chicken leg fell out.

Prop Mario’s hat, excellent quality, wear the hat and hit hard objects with your head, there is a certain chance to get magical treasures, and the drop probability is up to 10%.

After Tang Mo got this item, he tried it out.

When wearing Mario’s hat, you must hit a hard object (such as a wall) with the greatest strength before you can drop the object, and the things that fall are strange and there is never a fixed number.

After being notified by the black tower to participate in the tower attack game, Tang Mo did not waste a day. Every night, he put on his hat and banged his head against the wall to see if he could drop the so-called treasure.

The hat’s usage limit didn’t say how many times it could hit each day, but after Tang Mo’s own experiments, he found that the hat would only safely drop objects three times a day. The first three full-strength impacts had already made Tang Mo dizzy and unwell. If hit a fourth time, he was able to determine that the hat would have a negative effect on his body. The more hits, the greater the impact.

So this hat can only be used almost three times a day, and the drop rate is impressive.

From the time he got the hat to now, Tang Mo has hit the wall 34 times, and he has never dropped anything useful.

Sometimes it’s a dirty rag, sometimes it’s a small, unremarkable pebble. The only time when a delicate knife with seven-color gemstones fell out, Tang Mo’s eyes lit up in surprise, and he hurriedly picked up the knife. Before he could try whether the knife could cut iron like mud, a line of words appeared on the handle of the knife——

[Prop: Snow White’s knife for cutting apples]

【Owner: Tang Mo】

【Quality: Garbage】

[Level: None]

[Attack Power: Poor]

【Function: very beautiful】

[Restriction: No restriction required]

[Note: Snow White: “Do you still peel apples when you eat them?”]

Tang Mo: “…” My family eats apples and really peels them!

Tang Mo didn’t give up at all.

After all, it’s Snow White’s knife. Even if it’s not used to peel apples, it may have some other functions, so it’s not garbage quality. Until his finger accidentally touched the blade of the blade, Tang Mo was startled. Before his brain could react to the pain of being scratched by the knife, he saw that the knife suddenly broke into two halves. on the ground.

… This knife can’t even match the hardness of fingers!

You can imagine how pitted Mario’s hat is.

Holding the sweet potato in his hand, Tang Mo walked towards the nine gopher holes.

There was silence in Monster Valley. Grandma Wolf lived on the mountainside of the deepest mountain, and the other orangutan monsters and monkey monsters lived in the basin in the middle of the valley.

Tang Mo vaguely felt that Grandma Wolf’s status in the Monster Valley seemed a little unusual.

Granny Wolf’s vegetable garden is much larger than all the other monsters.

When Tang Mo first entered the valley, he saw that there was a vegetable field at the door of every household. They were all very ordinary small vegetable fields, similar to the kind that rural people would just grow and fill their stomachs at their doorsteps. Only Grandma Wolf’s vegetable field occupies the entire back mountain.

There is only one monster, Grandma Wolf, who lives on this mountain, so she reclaimed all the land on the back mountain and used it as a vegetable field.

Walking down the mountain along the mountain road for about ten minutes, Tang Mo left the vegetable field and walked to the entrance of the nine caves.

Looking down from the hut on the mountain, these nine large black holes suddenly appeared on the smooth mountain wall, which was very incompatible with the environment of the entire Monster Valley. Now at the bottom of the mountain, Tang Mo was standing in the middle of the big hole and the vegetable field. Behind him was the mountain where Grandma Wolf lived, and in front of him were nine big holes for gophers.

Nine large circular holes with a diameter of three meters are lined up in a straight line, embedded in the mountain wall, lined up from left to right. From the entrance of the cave, you can only see a depth of one or two meters, and then you are shrouded in the dim light of the cave, making it impossible to see clearly.

Rule 8 of the game: Before sowing, the gophers are only active in the cave.

Sowing won’t happen until Granny Wolf comes home, so it’s impossible for the gophers to leave the hole now. Tang Mo approached these gopher holes cautiously. He put the sweet potato outside the hole and walked from the first hole to the ninth hole to observe these gopher holes.

There are some traces of claws on the ground of each hole, four claws and five nails, each of which is about five centimeters wide. There will be deep dig marks on the ground that is planed by the claws, and the deepest mark is half a meter deep.

“The monster gopher is at least two meters in length, and its claws are very strong.” Looking at these traces, Tang Mo thought, “Are these traces caused by black-haired gophers or golden-haired gophers?”

There are a few golden and black hairs near each hole, with a little more black hairs, but it’s impossible to tell who caused the marks.

“The length and shape of the hair are the same. If so, the golden and black gophers may be the same size.” Tang Mo didn’t enter the cave. He stood as close as possible to the cave and observed what was inside. Things, “Assuming that both the golden and black gophers can cause this kind of marks, their attack power may not be inferior to those of the two monkey monsters, and may even be stronger.”

Tang Mo pondered for a moment, then went to the place where he brought up the sweet potato plate, and walked towards the nine gopher holes.

On the first day, there is a 40% chance of golden hamsters and 60% of black hamsters.

Tang Mo didn’t plan to take risks.

He didn’t know what the two gophers looked like and how powerful they were. There are seven days in total, and he can go to catch golden gophers for the next six days. For the sake of safety, there is no need to rush to start the task on the first day. If the black mole was attracted, Tang Mo would be passive.

Knowing yourself and knowing your enemy can win a hundred battles. He still knows too little information.

Tang Mo randomly found a hole, and he chose the fifth hole. He stood by the hole, raised his wrist, and looked at the time on his watch.

The second hand ticked across the dial.

Three minutes later, when the minute hand pointed straight to “12”, Tang Mo quickly put the sweet potato into the hole, turned his head and ran. He ran behind a large rock ten meters away at a very fast speed, then raised his head and stared at the sweet potato in the fifth hole.

When six o’clock arrived, the sun was shining brightly for one second in Monster Valley, and the next second it suddenly turned into night.

There was no sun in the Monster Valley, and Tang Mo couldn’t find a light source for a day, but there was sunshine in the Monster Valley. The sun comes on at six in the morning and disappears at six in the afternoon.

It was six o’clock now, and night fell, and the dark night shrouded the silent valley. The moonlight was dim, the breeze was blowing, and there was no movement.

Tang Mo’s eyes were fixed on the big sweet potato, his body tense, waiting for the monster to appear.

Rule 7 of the game: If the player and the food are not standing at the same hole, the probability of golden gophers is 0.

So, will it be a black gopher or nothing at all?

Three seconds later, a thumping sound came from the depths of the fifth hole. Tang Mo’s eyes widened, he straightened his upper body and stared at the entrance of the cave. The next moment, in the depths of the dark cave, a huge dark figure swayed gently in the cave. Suddenly, a pitch-black paw slapped the golden sweet potato.

The black monster’s claws grabbed the sweet potato, and its nails slid across the plate, which instantly shattered into powder. It held the sweet potato and crunched it.

In the quiet night, the crunch of sweet potatoes was very harsh. Tang Mo held his breath and watched the unknown thing eat the sweet potato bit by bit. When it finished eating the sweet potato, it suddenly raised its head and looked at Tang Mo who was hiding behind a big rock.

Tang Mo paused in his heart, but did not run away. He watched this thing from a distance of ten meters.

The black gopher stands in the burrow, the body and the night are one. A pair of small green eyes pierced through the night, staring straight at Tang Mo, their eyes were cold, and there was a bloody smell hidden in the dark green color.

One person and one mouse looked at each other across the cave. Five seconds later, the black-haired gopher kicked on the ground and turned around and ran into the cave. It ran very fast, and the heavy smashing sound became quieter and quieter, and finally disappeared.

Tang Mo was still standing behind the big rock, and after waiting for five minutes, after making sure that the black-haired gopher would not come back, he cautiously walked to the fifth hole.

The sweet potatoes were eaten clean, leaving no residue.

The plate was slapped to pieces by the black gopher, leaving only a little white powder. The powder is mixed with the soil, and it is impossible to see it without looking carefully.

The golden gopher has a probability of 0, which means that it must be a black gopher. Black Gopher is stronger than those two monkey monsters, and maybe even bigger than the giant earthworm in Kill Bill.

Tang Mo came to this conclusion, looked calm, turned and walked back to Grandma Wolf’s hut.

At noon the next day, Tang Mo put on Mario’s hat again and started hitting the wall. It was still three pieces of rubbish that didn’t seem to work at all. Tang Mo threw one into the pink jar and got a big sweet potato.

At five o’clock in the afternoon, he ate a biscuit to replenish his strength, then held the sweet potato and walked towards the nine gopher holes.

The pitch-black gopher hole was bottomless, and Tang Mo hid behind a big rock. He took out a large match, sharpened the edges of two small knives, and tied them to his thighs. At 5:59 in the afternoon, Tang Mo walked to the fifth hole step by step holding the plate.

All nine holes have the same probability of a gopher, it doesn’t matter which one you choose.

At six o’clock, Tang Mo bent down and placed the sweet potato on the edge of the hole. He raised his foot and walked into the hole. He put his hands in his pockets, seemingly casually, but both hands firmly grasped the two small darts. He stared intently at the depths of the hole shrouded in darkness, turning his left foot towards the outside of the hole, ready to escape at any time.

After dozens of seconds, Tang Mo heard the familiar sound of smashing the ground. It seemed that a huge animal was running from a distance, and the sound of its limbs hitting the ground reverberated in the narrow hole, causing the walls to tremble.

Tang Mo stood up straight and saw a pitch-black thing appearing twenty meters away.

Small green eyes, huge and terrifying body. The light was still too dim to tell whether it was black or gold.

When it ran five meters away from the entrance of the cave, the moonlight finally shone on its fur, and the thick black color pierced into Tang Mo’s eyes. Tang Mo’s eyes stopped, he turned around and ran away without hesitation, but a sharp whistle sounded behind him.

The black-haired gopher didn’t even look at the sweet potato on the ground, its eyes lit up, and excitedly slapped Tang Mo with its paw.

This black-haired gopher’s reaction was too fast, much faster than Tang Mo. Tang Mo stepped out of the hole with one foot, and was blocked by its claws. Tang Mo didn’t hesitate, he kicked the black-haired hamster’s paw with one foot, took out his hands from his pockets, and shot four small darts at the hamster’s eyes.

Tang Mo had never practiced shooting darts before. After getting the small darts, he practiced for a few days, but in a hurry, he shot darts, all three shot crookedly, and only one flew to the right eye of the gopher.

The big gopher hurriedly stepped aside, giving Tang Mo a chance to catch his breath. Tang Mo took out a giant match and hit the black haired gopher’s thick paws.

The huge claws hit the match, and Tang Mo’s mouth went numb from the shock. The black-haired gopher didn’t seem to expect that what Tang Mo took out would be so powerful. It was beaten back by surprise, and a nail on its paw was forcibly broken by a big match.

Bright red blood dripped from the broken nail.

The black-haired gopher let out an angry roar, roaring towards Tang Mo.

Tang Mo immediately waved a big match to attack, and kept dodging at the same time.

This big gopher is very smart. It used its huge body to block the entrance of the hole, blocking Tang Mo’s way out. The light in the tunnel was dim, and Tang Mo was forced to go further and further inside. If it goes on like this, he will get farther and farther from the entrance of the cave, and it will be even more impossible for him to escape.

Tang Mo clenched his teeth, and when the big gopher swung his paw at him again, he didn’t dodge any more.

The gopher’s claws snapped and Tang Mo faced the gopher, holding the match tightly in both hands. At the same time as the gopher’s paw fell, he saw the opportunity, and from the tiny gap between the paws, a match hit the gopher’s nail.

The gopher screamed in anger and pain.

Tang Mo’s match was not simply to break its fingernails, but to use the reverse force of the match to push his feet on the ground, jump over the gopher’s body, and turn over behind it. The hamster didn’t care about the pain in his nails, he hurriedly turned around and grabbed Tang Mo.

Tang Mo ran out of the cave at the fastest speed in his life, and the gopher stretched out his claws angrily to grab it.

“Tear–”

The sharp claws cut through Tang Mo’s clothes, leaving a shallow bloodstain on his back.

Tang Mo had already jumped out of the cave, and he fell to the ground outside the cave.

Inside the gopher hole, the black-haired gopher growled angrily, refused to leave for a long time, and kept looking at Tang Mo while standing at the entrance of the hole. Tang Mo sat on the ground panting heavily. He checked the injury on his back, it was not too serious, just a little cut. But the clothes were completely slit from top to bottom, and his back was completely exposed to the air.

After resting for a while, Tang Mo used a big match as a crutch and prepared to go back to the hut.

He didn’t expect that his luck would be so bad. With a 20% probability, only one in five, he did not encounter a golden gopher, but a black gopher.

The strength of this black-haired gopher is indeed very strong. Its defense is not as strong as that of a large earthworm, but its attack power is far better than that of a large earthworm. Its IQ and attack methods are also much stronger than those of a large earthworm.

Behind him, the black gopher was still roaring at the opening of the fifth crypt. Tang Mo gasped, thinking as he walked: “There is a one-fifth chance that the black tower won’t lie, is it really just my bad luck today…” He walked through the fourth hole, “two consecutive days. The probability of encountering a black gopher is one in twenty-five, and my luck should not be so bad tomorrow.”

Tang Mo walked through the third hole and continued to the next one.

Suddenly, his footsteps stopped, and he turned around stiffly, looking at the third hole behind him.

Tang Mo stared at the ground at the third hole for a whole minute. A minute later, he put away the big match, walked step by step to the third hole, and bent down.

In the silent and dark valley, the night was deep, and the angry roar of the black gopher was long-lasting.

On the ground at the third hole, a little white powder was mixed with the soil. Moonlight shines on it, reflecting the smooth color that belongs to the ceramic plate.