"The box of sacrifices? What the hell is this name? The poker grower asked loudly.

"Hmph, the Sacrificial Box, as the name suggests, requires a sacrifice of something to open it." Mr. Mole said disapprehantly.

"Sacrifice something? Oh, I see. Lord Poker's gaze suddenly became serious, "Money, right?" Gold coins, right? The last test is to give you enough money to pass, right? ”

"Really?" Lingling asked softly.

She's worried, she knows no one on the team has money.

"Hmph, what a barbarian." Mr. Mole smiled contemptuously before saying, "You guys underestimate me too much, how could I like something as bad as gold coins that is toothless and tasteless." ”

"Teeth?"

"Doesn't smell good?"

Ziqi and Master Poker muttered one after the other. Because Mr. Mole's words clearly contain another message.

"Hmph, do you know why I always smile shallowly?" Mr. Mole continued without waiting for an answer, "It may seem gentlemanly, but that's not the main reason. ”

"The main reason?" Lingling instantly understood, "Could it be that you have been cheated?" ”

"That's right."

Mr. Mole gave everyone a big smile when he finished speaking. The two thick lips were completely grinned, revealing a neat row of small white teeth.

Unfortunately, this row of teeth is missing.

"Hahaha." Master Poker burst out laughing.

"What are you laughing at, you barbarian? Mr. Mole was upset.

"You also eat gold coins? Who the hell are we barbaric? ”

"Hmph, of course you people who are so hungry for gold are savage." Mr. Mole pursed his lips disdainfully and continued, "That was a long time ago, and a few people came here to get their hands on the treasures in this chest, and then I said you must sacrifice the most precious thing, and they gave me a bag of gold coins. They say that this is their most precious thing, not only for a few of them, but also for everyone in the world to chase the most precious thing! ”

"Has anyone been here a long time ago?" Lingling asked.

"Yes, but I can't remember exactly when, but it was a very bad memory. It was hard to swallow, harder than rock, and had a distinctively bitter taste. At that time, although I was the final boss, I was too young to be deeply involved in the world. When I took a quick bite, I heard a crunch and I became like this. ”

"And then?" Lingling continued to ask.

"Later, those people still got the treasure in this box." Mr. Mole's small eyes flashed with a gleam, "Because they sacrificed and brought out the most precious things." ”

"Excuse me, what is the most precious thing?" Lingling asked with unusual clarity, because she knew that the most critical moment had come.

"Cute little girl......"

Mr. Mole's words were rudely interrupted by Master Poker.

"Shut up!" Master Poker dragged Lingling behind him and said angrily, "You bastard is even worse than I thought. If you just ask for gold, I'll despise you at best. But you rat wants a little girl? See if I don't blow your rat head! ”

"No, no." Mr. Mole hurriedly waved his paw and said, "You thought of that." ”

"Whatever you think, I'm going to tell you." Ziqi also protected Lingling behind him, "Lingling is the treasure of all of us. ”

"Brother Ziqi......" Lingling was embarrassed.

"Ahh Even the Chimera Rat came over with a muffled voice, and the three men surrounded the spirit tightly.

"Barbarians! Both! Mr. Mole stretched out a paw and pointed.

"Abominable rats." Poker adults go toe-to-toe.

"Daring rats." Ziqi was not to be outdone.

"Ahh Yes! The Chimera rat also fully expressed his anger.

It can be seen that he also likes Lingling.

Because from the first meeting, there was no impurity in the eyes she looked at her. It's a feeling you've never felt before.

It's fair to say that the Chimera loves everyone on this team.

"I really can't tell you barbarians." Mr. Mole looked sad, "What I was about to say just now is, cute little girl, in fact, the third test was not from me, but from this box. ”

"Hmph, nonsense." Master Poker said disdainfully, "What test can a broken wooden box make?" ”

"I know you barbarians won't believe it, look at it!" Mr. Mole slapped the box with a slap.

"Bang!"

There was a crunch of the broken wooden box, and sawdust fell.

"See?" Mr. Mole asked suddenly.

"See what?" Poker adults find it inexplicable.

"Obviously, the wooden box is very sturdy." Mr. Mole said.

"Sturdy?" Master Poker silently stared at the last few pieces of wood that fell to the ground and said, "I really don't see it."

"Don't you see?"

Mr. Mole put the crate on the ground, and his two paws began to pound the crate in turn.

"Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang! ”

The sound was louder, and large swaths of wood fell. Each time the wooden box was hammered, it seemed to be deformed, as if it could be broken at any moment.

But in the end, it was not destroyed.

"Go on." Master Poker said in an encouraging tone.

Hmph, if you break the things inside, they will naturally fall out, and it will save everyone trouble.

"It's useless." Mr. Mole gave up thrashing and put the box back on his shoulder, "As I said, the wooden box is so strong that no one can open it unless it opens it voluntarily. ”

"What kind of bastard is this? If you have the ability, give it to me, and watch me break it in minutes. Master Poker said confidently.

"Lord Poker, that's useless." Lingling stepped out from behind the crowd.

"Why?"

"Because, that box doesn't really exist."

"What, what?"

Not only poker adults, but also Ziqi and Chimera Mouse were also stunned.

"I don't know when the scene in front of us became so real that we forgot that there was just a screen under our feet." Lingling explained.

"Boom!"

There was a muffled sound on the ground.

Master Poker stomped his foot heavily and finally realized that Lingling was right.

Although every inch of the ground under your feet has its own unique texture, it is as if you can smell a damp smell coming to your face, with the fragrance of earth. And the fiery red mole poked its head out not far away, revealing its upper body lifelike, and carrying a tattered box, as if it was really within reach.

But it's all an illusion!

The only ones under your feet are the tiles of the hut, they are flat and smooth, and everything is just a stereoscopic image on this plane.

"I see." Master Poker muttered to himself, "But if the box is virtual, isn't the contents also virtual?" ”

"Yes, but that doesn't mean it's useless." Lingling said.

"Why?" Once again, Master Poker is in chaos.

"Because, it can be a string of passwords, or useful information such as a map of the maze." Lingling patiently explained.

"Oh, I see." It dawned on the poker masters.

"But," said Lingling, leaning closer to Mr. Mole, "I also don't understand. ”

"Haha, smart and cute little girl, if you don't understand anything, you can ask as many questions as you like. For you, I will definitely know everything. ”

"Gold coins." Ling Ling said, "I don't understand how those people before handed you the gold coins. ”

That's right, gold!

Ziqi, who had not spoken, was also thinking about this question.

The image on the ground is not unfamiliar to him, it is something similar to a naked-eye stereoscopic image, which is not uncommon in the world he lives in.

But this gold coin is a rarity.

This is equivalent to putting things in reality directly into the virtual world, which has broken the boundaries between reality and virtuality.

"Haha, it's easy." Mr. Mole winked at Lingling, "Just use my little brother's power." ”

"Little brother?"

"Haha, I'm going to invite my little brother to appear." Mr. Mole snapped his fingers with his paws as he finished speaking.

But nothing happened.

"Little brother?" Mr. Mole cried out in confusion, "Not yet?" Big brother's face is about to be hung up! ”

Or nothing happened.

"What the hell are you doing this pretending rat?" Lord Poker couldn't help but ask.

"It's a pretending mole." The fiery red guy corrected again.

"Hmph, it seems that Uncle Ben has to go out in person. Ladies and gentlemen, wait a minute, come when you go to the house. "Mr. Mole's linguistic organization is very personal.

When it finished speaking, it left the group and plunged into the dirt.

"Hey, you forgot to take your baby box." Lord Poker kindly reminded.

"Yes, the box." Master Poker suddenly became excited, "This guy left the box behind, we can just look into it." ”

He cautiously approached, then slowly leaned down to touch the broken wooden box. Three pairs of eyes were staring at his slender fingers.

Finally, there was no doubt that his fingertips passed through the three-dimensional figure in front of him, touching the smooth and cold ground.

"It's magical, it's really magical." Master Poker muttered to himself, "In my eyes, there seems to be no boundary between the virtual and the real." But in reality, there is a clear distinction between the virtual and the real. ”

This sentence sounded in Ziqi's mind like a thunderclap, and he suddenly felt that he was about to lose his ground.

"Brother Ziqi, what's wrong with you?" The spirit on the side quickly found Ziqi's and immediately supported him.

"No, nothing." Ziqi said.

Between the virtual and the real?

If there is a virtual reality between the poker master and the red mole on the screen, what about himself?

There is already a virtual reality between myself and the poker master.

But at this moment, the frowning brows suddenly stretched, and Ziqi smiled.

Because he can fully feel the temperature of Lingling's little hands.

He knows that there is no boundary between the virtual and the real!