Weaving Machine

The girl who suddenly appeared was none other than Dida.

At this point, the girl was no longer half-human, half-mushroom shaped, but had been transformed into an adorable mushroom head.

After entering the second stage, as an "energy fungus", its ability to capture information is stronger. Although it is still not as good as the third-stage spirit race, basic modification of appearance is no longer a problem.

Tick-tock, that's the helper that Baozi and his group invited.

"Tick-Tock Sister!"

Nodding to the enthusiastic PP leader, he said seriously, "Follow me, our time is limited."

Baozi hurriedly followed behind, asking as they walked, "What's going on?"

"After the cyberspace disappeared, some virtual creations I collected in advance can be used to transfer living things before they are completely consumed."

Dida pointed to the wispy cloud cluster not far away.

"This is a broken cloud."

He then pointed to a barely visible patch of ground.

This is a section of the information superhighway.

"In addition, there are incomplete data nodes, some dynamic URLs, and some man-made virtual space fragments."

Tick-tock paused for a moment, then said:

"I pieced these things together and created a virtual tunnel at the headquarters of the Assassination League. Of course, Pipi also helped a lot."

The boss immediately puffed out his chest, indicating that he was the one who did it.

"Student Zhang" gave the other person a deep look. "What impressive skills!"

Tick-Tock shook his head instead:

"It is precisely because there is no cyberspace that these large virtual creations are easier to move. However, as the Electronic Brain Project unfolds, these things will gradually be absorbed by reality. We just happened to be there at the right time."

"That's still amazing!" Baozi exclaimed, noting that none of the NPC hackers he knew could do that.

"With this thing, will we be able to avoid some of the boss levels at the Assassination Alliance headquarters?"

With a nod, Dida gently waved his hand, and the mycelium on the ground grew out, splitting into holes so that they could see reality.

A dark corridor, from which one could only smell the strong stench of blood and the faint sound of clashing daggers.

Assassination Corridor!

This is a hurdle that every top assassin in the Assassination League, a level 50 assassin, must overcome.

Legend has it that only those who have walked through the corridor are considered true assassins.

Then, in another cave entrance, several gaunt old men were sweeping the floor and wiping tables.

King of Assassins!

These old men were once the kings of assassins, level 60 super assassins. However, these assassins were covered in negative status effects, and their health was less than one-tenth or even one-hundredth of their peak strength.

But the outburst of an old, frail assassin is even more terrifying.

The old assassin looked up after just one glance, but all he could see was the roof.

In addition, there were some unbelievable killer traps, meticulously laid snares, and even several fake "weaving machines," making it an impenetrable and inescapable net that made the players' eyes twitch and their backs sweat.

How many lives would it take to fill these gaps in the system?

"I'm so glad I brought Dida into the team, otherwise this kind of map would be impossible for players of our level."

Dida glanced around and shook his head. "That's not the case. Everyone in the team played a crucial role. Without Sister Ji's special abilities, without PP helping me with programming, and without Zhang leading the way from the outside, we wouldn't have succeeded on this trip if even one person was missing. And you, who brought all these people together, are the biggest contributor."

Baozi smiled smugly, and was about to say a few humble words when Sister Ji interrupted him.

"Alright, stop creating those praise groups. I'm really curious, doesn't this assassin headquarters have any network security? How did you manage to pull it off?"

"There are only some antivirus guards on the perimeter, but none inside," Dida shook his head. "Logically, this shouldn't be the case, after all, this is one of the most powerful assassin organizations, but there really aren't any."

The group exchanged uneasy glances, but as Baozi had said, this map wasn't designed for players of this level. Reaching this level was already their limit. Now, no matter what, they had no choice but to force their way through; at worst, they'd just lose one life.

All the way to the end of the 'virtual channel,' there was no network-level obstruction. Tick looked back twice and said:

"I'm about to convert the virtual signal into reality. I might feel a little dizzy, like being disconnected from the internet in cyberspace. Just bear with it and don't scream."

The next moment, the mycelium began to grow wildly, wrapping around the four people's bodies, making them feel like the protagonist of The Matrix, being flushed naked down the toilet.

When they entered the 'virtual channel' before, Tick was real, but Baozi and the others seemed to be wrapped in a thick layer of code. Now that Baozi and the others have returned to their normal shapes, Tick is like a holographic projection, blurry and unreal.

As soon as they came out, they all became wary. The place where they were located seemed to be an ancient hall, empty and without even a screen.

In the center of the main hall, however, stood an old-fashioned textile machine the size of a piano, complete with a loom frame, weft beams, warp beams, shuttle, cotton bobbin, and pedals; the spun yarn was woven into gauze as the shuttle moved up and down, and each person's name was engraved on the gauze.

It was as if an invisible person was sitting opposite the loom, weaving cloth.

This eerie sight caused the group of people to change color slightly.

"Looks like we've found the right person!"

Baozi licked his lips, and with a thought, four level 40 robot guards strode forward and quickly arrived near the spinning machine.

There is a basket on each side of the spinning machine; the former holds the silk thread, and the latter holds the woven fabric.

On the woven fabric were various names, but the five still dared not approach. Instead, they had Baozi share their view with the robot and rummage through the basket. Soon, Baozi exclaimed with delight, "Found it!"

In the shared view, the name "Rainy Night with a Knife but No Umbrella" was successfully found.

"What should we do now?"

The mission went so smoothly it was almost unbelievable. Now everyone had a few choices: cut off the names, with unknown consequences, or destroy the spinning machine, with the outcome still unknown.

"Let's inform Brother Umbrella and let him decide based on his feelings."

Baozi decided to hand over the decision to "Bring a knife but no umbrella on a rainy night," and a moment later, Umbrella Bro responded in an unexpectedly different way.

"Use the spinning machine to weave another name for me."

Why?

"Is Umbrella Bro going to get a permanent position?"

"Yes, why?"

The group of people dared not speak and frantically typed in the chat group.

Intuition: Carrying a knife but not an umbrella on a rainy night

"Your intuition is a bit unreliable," even Baozi, who has always been a die-hard fan of Umbrella Brother, felt that something was wrong.

"By the way, does anyone here know how to use a spinning machine?"

Several people's eyes immediately fell on Sister Ji.

"What are you looking at me for? All I know how to do is draw nude pictures, I don't know anything about textiles." Sister Ji refused decisively.

"But I have this inexplicable feeling that you know how, Sister Ji," PP's boss said innocently.

"Okay, Sister Ji, you try it once. Whether you live or die, you'll get a 10% bonus on this mission's reward," Baozi said through gritted teeth.

"Are you stupid? Just send your robot over," Sister Ji replied.

"That's a good idea, but if we send robots, what if there's some kind of curse? Won't it indirectly affect me?"

"Damn it, you Baozi, why can't I do it, but it's okay to do it to me?!"

Baozi an awkward smile and directly commanded the robot to step forward. However, to his surprise, the robot, which was connected by signal, did not react at all.

"This is strange, it's not working, the robot won't obey me."

"Are you pretending to be stupid?"

"I'm not kidding you," Baozi protested.

"Captain Baozi probably isn't lying. I just tried a Virtual Invasion, but I couldn't access any data on the textile machine."

"Me too, I can't detect any abnormal data streams, or rather, there's no data stream at all."

The textile machine in front of me seemed to exist at all.

"Forget it, they're all useless. I'll go first. Umbrella Bro, remember you owe me two favors! I sold my body to you!" Even at the crucial moment, Sister Ji still couldn't resist flirting.

"Can" reply with "carrying a knife but not an umbrella on a rainy night".

Sister Ji walked up with a wary look on her face, but just like the previous robots, there was no obstacle at all.

However, when Sister Ji plopped down on the stool of the spinning machine, her expression changed, and her hands and feet seemed to be out of control. She fiddled with the spinning thread and stepped on the pedal, and actually started spinning.

"Damn, Sister Ji, you said you didn't know how? You're a pro!"

"Experienced driver my ass! Come save me, I'm out of control!"

But before they could set off, another message came from Sister Ji.

"Wait a minute, I think I can control it again. Let me try."

Despite the icy chill running through her body, Sister Ji forced herself to activate her life force. The implanted threads were slowly pulled out, replacing the spinning thread and wrapping around the two shafts.

The next moment, an indescribable feeling welled up in her heart. The past, present, and future of countless people seemed to be simmering into a soup, slowly rippling in her heart. The bubbles rising in the soup were like the big and small events that happened in life, including not only the past but also the future.

She seems to have the ability to manipulate the "soup" to change someone's fate.

Accompanied by the crackling sound of footsteps, the fabric gradually closed up, and a new name emerged.

Carry a knife but no umbrella on a rainy night.

The deep connection with the textile machine immediately made Sister Ji realize that Brother Umbrella's relationship with the textile machine had been severed.

"I'm fully recovered, thank you. Retreat quickly, or things might change." (A line from a poem:) Carrying a knife but no umbrella on a rainy night.

However, the next moment, Sister Ji's expression changed. She felt that she was no longer the owner of the "spinning machine", but that her whole body and soul were about to be dragged into this bowl of soup.

"Help! Help!!"

The others' expressions changed as well, but no matter how they attacked, they couldn't hit the spinning machine.

It was as if the spinning machine and Sister Ji did not exist in this space at all.

Just when they were at their wits' end, a purple light suddenly shone from the mirror on Baozi's waist.

The Purple String Space opens, and someone makes a dazzling appearance!