Chapter 35: Mask maker, sneak believer

　　 A burst of dense Titicaca sounds mixed in with the chattering words, echoing continuously in the passage.
Lu Zhengkang came to the center area of ​​the stone ball. Several light fly lamps fell on the ceiling. There were strange masks of various sizes on the ground. There were fine spider silks everywhere, and the air smelled of musty. It's like coming to an old bookstore, and the mask maker is throwing away his two long thin hands, pinching tools on the operating table to concentrate on making the mask.
　　 He was wearing a blue cloak and his back was hunched, causing his head to look like it was growing on his abdomen. His face was wearing a strange teardrop-shaped mask. The four eyes were cross-shaped and looked like a four-leaf clover.
　　 The producer is very fascinated. The chisel in his right hand is constantly tapping on one mask, and the paintbrush in his left hand paints another mask. He does two things with one heart and two. No wonder he didn't notice the visitor.
　　 Lu Zhengkang leaned over and looked at the two masks on the console. They were all ordinary masks. One was stone and the other was bone.
The producer was muttering, talking to himself, and said that it was too logically confusing. There was no need to listen. Lu Zhengkang patted the tabletop and made some special movement. Only then did the producer notice the white color. The little man.
　　 He was still busy at work, but he took the time to pay attention to Lu Zhengkang.
　　 "It's another wanderer, what are you looking for? No mask, it's good to expose yourself."
　　 Lu Zhengkang said loudly: "I need you to make three masks!"
　　 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 fake face...what is it used for? This is work...with a job, there is no need...choose from the ground, just pick it, you don't need to spend a little 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 sources of noise, there was no nonsense in his mouth, and he was quieter suddenly. 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 the 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?"
　　 Masamune Lu 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, "It's all the same, there is no difference in strength, only the style."
　　 Lu Zhengkang immediately relieved his heart when he heard it, "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 a world worthy of this gift."
　　 "I really trouble you." Lu Zhengkang said with emotion that the mask maker has a high positioning of his work. This is a great artist who uses his creation to communicate with the world!
　　 "You are really polite, you don't have to."
　　 "Can you tell me the approximate location of the weaver's lair?"
　　 The producer turned around and went into 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 deep. 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.
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This map of 　　 Mask Master is a bit crude. After all, it is his childhood graffiti, but fortunately, some important places are marked with icons. For example, there is a six-hole symmetrical mask where the Weaver’s Lair is located.
　　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 steps are fragmented, and there are silver spikes everywhere, knocking on it and clinking, it is absolutely uncomfortable to be struck.
In addition to small weavers, there are also some deep bugs and deep hunters that can cause trouble to outsiders. They look like masked spiders, crawling on any surface, walls, The roof of the cave is everywhere. The bugs in the deep are not a big threat, but the hunters in the deep will spray hot venom. Their eyes are gleaming, 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 their feet. They flee in all directions, crawling into the shadows, making a click, 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 is basically one of the lowest altitude areas in the deep nest and even the holy nest.
　　 jumped to a platform very close to the top of the cave. There was a large space underneath, but Lu Zhengkang followed the map instructions on the platform. The aisle was very low. If it weren't for his small size, it might not be possible to get in many places.
　　The ground under his feet would collapse from time to time, and one would fall into a trap full of spikes accidentally. Such an unfriendly road made Lu Zhengkang a little annoying, so he had to float low.
　　 couldn't walk a few steps, and saw a majestic beast resting in front of him.
This is a sneak 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 him 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.
　　'S only weakness is that it cannot attack upwards. Once the prey runs on its back, it can only be killed by it. This is why sneakers choose to hunt in narrow passages.
　　 Lu Zhengkang gently approached this powerful hunter. 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.