Black Beetle is indeed playing dead.
Although Ronan's second mental attack was much more powerful than the first, it still had an end. After going through the most painful period, I finally regained my soul and regained my ability to move.
However, under the current situation, Black Beetle can no longer find its place. He understood clearly that the people in the General Association were all unreliable cold-blooded people. After he attacked Ronan, he also broke off his friendship with the Xiacheng branch. He jumped into a gang like a pirate and ended up falling into the sea.
Now, Black Beetle hates Ronan with all his heart, and he is also itching to deal with informants and the like. I think both sides treated him the same way.
Black Beetle didn't know how to deal with such an embarrassing situation. He could only lie on the ground and pretend to be dead, thinking about adapting to the situation. If there could be a snipe and clam fight, the fisherman would benefit, which would be the best; if not, he would have to die with his whole body. retreat.
Unexpectedly, seeing the confrontation between the two sides and almost forgetting about him, Ronan mentioned those inexplicable concepts and picked him up again.
The so-called "demonstration" that followed sent a chill down Black Beetle's spine. Ronan will not feel at ease no matter what. Will he continue to pretend to be dead? Or get up and revolt?
The black beetle was so tangled that it almost hit the ground.
Ronan didn't care about his reaction at all, and spoke without even pausing: "In my opinion, the gear set of the Black Beetle, oh, I mean the order frame, has a total of four gears inside and outside. In the middle is a large gear formed by the physical and spiritual structure. Gears, almost all power must operate through it, every ability user must have such a center..."
This is relatively simple and easy for informants to understand. However, his attention was somewhat distracted at the moment, his cold eyes roaming back and forth on the black beetle's motionless body.
Apart from anything else, he believed 80% of what Ronan said about Black Beetle pretending to be dead. It was said that he had been sorry for Black Beetle earlier, but since he had offended someone, there was no point in thinking too much about it. He was more interested in thinking about how to deal with this variable.
"In addition to the central gear, the black beetle also has an outer wheel. That is, the twenty-seven beetles currently scattered on the observation platform, and the six in his tie."
The precise figures revealed by Ronan drew the informant's attention back. He roughly sensed that the numbers scattered on the platform should be similar; but that flashy tie was the core prop of Black Beetle and was always well concealed. How did Ronan confirm it?
After hesitating for a moment, the informant did not take it seriously.
Ronan continued: "Thirty-three beetles, seemingly scattered, are actually closely connected through the activation of soul power, and can form another gear structure at any time. This method should be more flexible, and it is easy to throw in a few. It doesn't matter, but the material is relatively brittle, so if it really works, it may only have the power of one blow.
"Well, also, his tie looks pretty good. It should be polished with gears frequently. What I mean is that it often acts as an interference force, and the Qi and machines communicate with each other. It can be used as a medium for activation, and it is not that fragile. It should be more Practical.”
"It's insect blast and poisonous sting. The former is a corrosive poisonous mist, and the latter is a soft sword-style killing move, the double secret technique of the black beetle." Zhang Yingying's voice passed through the bracelet, which was a supplement to Ronan and let the brain next to him The confused Xue Lei heard more clearly.
Xue Lei also heard that Zhang Yingying's final voice was a little wavy: "What a ghost!"
"Hell!"
Black Beetle couldn't hear the voice of the informant, nor could he hear Zhang Yingying's "explanation", but he didn't need it. Even though descriptions like "gears" and "order framework" were relatively unfamiliar, what Ronan said They are all things that are integrated into his blood and are the foundation of his foothold in the world. Now that they are taken out one by one, it will feel so comfortable.
Black Beetle instinctively did not want to believe it:
"No, no, this is illogical! Well, think about it, although my information is confidential, the association is a place with good ventilation. Zhang Yingying and the mechanical woman all know my details. I'm afraid this little bastard Did he know the result earlier, and then package it with his so-called 'order framework' to mess with my mind? Or, this guy doesn't care whether I am awake or not, and wants to use me to distract the informant?"
The more Black Beetle thought about it, the more suspicious it became, and the more he thought about it, the more irritating he became. After struggling in my heart for a long time, I gritted my teeth and decided to stay the same in the face of changes. Anyway, his face was on the ground, he might as well have given up his face on the ground and just thought that Ronan's words were just farts, so he didn't move!
At this time, the informant took the initiative to ask Ronan: "Didn't you say four gears? These are only two."
"The third gear is different from the first two. It is independent of the black beetle's physical and spiritual structure. It is said to be coupling, but in fact it is more like parasitism. Parasitism... can also be regarded as a kind of coupling. I think it can Calculate."
Ronan's words were unclear, but the moment he heard them, he pinned the black beetle to the ground.
"impossible!"
Black Beetle only felt that the back of his neck was cut open with an ice knife. The biting cold and pain spread from the middle of the spine to both ends. In the blink of an eye, even his toes were covered with ice.
Others may be confused, but Black Beetle has a clear mind:
What Ronan is talking about is his "native insect".
The root of his ability is a deformed beetle, which he accidentally swallowed in his early years. It was integrated with his extraordinary power to build a unique ability structure. After years of continuous cultivation, the deformed monster insect has been deeply implanted in his body and has become the most important foundation of his abilities.
This is the biggest secret in his life. He has always kept it in his stomach and never mentioned it to anyone. How could Ronan know? Unless, unless this kid has a pair of heavenly eyes that can see through his internal organs and penetrate all his secrets!
It was also at this moment that Black Beetle remembered the previous feeling of "transparent, bright and unobstructed".
The wind passes through the gap, and the light shines on the soil. Behind this inexplicable sense of transparency, is there a pair of invisible eyes, always staring at it, not missing the smallest detail?
As soon as the thought came to him, the Black Beetle's heart beat wildly, and he slapped the ground through his chest. His aura floated around him. Everyone present was sensitive, so naturally he could no longer hide it.
"This family is really pretending to be dead!" Xue Lei, a straightforward man, shouted out.
"You fucking die!"
Even with his face pressed against the cold ground, it was like a fire was lit at this moment. There was a roar in Black Beetle's head, and there was a tinnitus-like buzzing noise pouring in, mixed with fear and rage, rising like flames, incinerating the "pretend to be dead" into ashes.
He suddenly bent his elbows and raised his body. Whether it was his body or his consciousness, his first reaction was to rush forward and tear into pieces the devil who had revealed the biggest secret in his life.
Xue Lei was always half forward, and now he took another diagonal step, blocking Ronan behind his broad shoulders.
Speed is not Black Beetle's strong point, but movement is engraved in his bones. Even though his mind was in a mess now, facing Xue Lei's rock-solid posture, he still instinctively chose to move.
After a few slight changes, Black Beetle shifted Xue Lei's focus and saw the face behind him.
Only half of Ronan's face was exposed, and there was only one eye. Only a slit was exposed in the eye socket. The dark red color absorbed all the light, and turned into invisible pressure, resisting the black beetle's chest.
"There is also a fourth gear, which was put on not long ago."
Before he finished speaking, there was another strong wind on the semi-open-air viewing platform, and Xue Lei and Black Beetle also collided. With repeated bursts of anger, Ronan's low, hoarse and weak voice flew and deflected. It was far away, and if you didn't concentrate, you might not be able to hear it clearly.
The informant was not sure whether Ronan was talking to him, but judging from the tone, it sounded very similar.
"The fourth gear does not belong to him at all, but comes from the outside. It initially served as a protective function, like a 'lampshade' to shield against mental shock. But now, the coupling method has changed, from a 'lampshade' to a ' lasso'……"
Black Beetle groaned and retreated. Xue Lei's close combat ability was at least one level better than his. In a head-on conflict, there was no chance of winning. Moreover, Ronan's voice lingered in his ears, and several keywords entered his ears in succession, which made him feel frightened and frightened, and it was difficult for him to feel like fighting.
The body moved greatly to the side. The black beetle would no longer show its back to the informant. Instead, it formed a long and narrow triangle before stopping. He panted slightly, his gaze first fixed on Ronan, and then turned to the informant, and then passed through the shadows of the platform, his mind wandering like his eyes.
As for Ronan and the informant, the sights projected from both sides looked quite subtle.
The strong uneasiness and fear turned into reality and rolled in the chest and abdomen of the black beetle: "Snake Yu, please give me a reply..."
What responded to him was a hissing voice, faint and dark, like a poisonous snake spitting out a message in the dark, its scales slithering. When the black beetle was about to move in horror, a terrible feeling of paralysis spread all the way up from the abdominal cavity, submerging the internal organs and then the throat. It continued to push upwards.
A buzzing sound penetrates the brain.
The black beetle's eyes bulged, bloodshot eyes covered the whites, and they were filled with fear and despair: it was his natal insect, and he had been carefully trapping it in his abdominal cavity, independent of his organs, but now, the demonic insect was out of control. .
Induced by the weird "hissing" sound, the terrifying instinct of the deformed demonic insect revived, and it bit all the way, penetrating the intestines, spleen and stomach, chest, throat, and straight up to the brain.
Black Beetle wanted to struggle again, but the other party didn't give him any chance. As the numbness and buzzing insects entered his brain, his mind dimmed and his aura was lost forever.
The strong wind covered up Ronan's long sigh.
Ronan didn't want to save the black beetle, he just wanted to give a warning and stumble the opponent's secret hand, but he didn't expect that the method was so cruel that he directly awakened the "abnormal variant" bug parasitic in the abdominal cavity of the black beetle. The host and the guest changed. Bit, reverse change.
The black beetle froze in the wind, completely dead. Now his body only existed as the "exoskeleton" of the deformed monster insect, left to be tossed around.
Xue Lei was still not sure, so he looked carefully and asked Ronan: "Is he..."
Ronan nodded: "Dead."
Before he finished speaking, Black Beetle spoke: "Yashakasha."
"..."
The black beetle was moving its lips, tongue, and throat. The amplitude was very obvious, but its voice was vague and hoarse. When it used too much force, a green spike even protruded from the mouth and swayed left and right twice.
(Happy New Year's Day to everyone. Speaking of which, my most fatal illusion during the holidays is "I have time to write a manuscript."
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