Kill the fairy with ruthless hands and save the pretty girl with anger?
Don't fucking talk nonsense.
Fairy Girl was obviously chopped off by Feng Bei with one knife, okay?
What is recorded in [Experience] is equivalent to "history", and the details are appropriate.
Zheng Xiu glanced at it and rubbed it with his fingers. It didn't come off, so he had to give up.
Looking back again, there is an extra column on the paper [Fitness].
Zheng Xiu subconsciously picked at the knot on his forehead, and with a slight thought in his mind, a blood-red twenty-sided dice flew out from between his eyebrows.
The first time he stared at the dice, he saw a phantom of himself huddled and trapped in the center.
Now the dice has changed again. The numbers on the other nineteen sides have changed slightly. Only the side "1" is as clear as a seal. When you look closely, you can vaguely see the shape of [Purgatory].
"Purgatory."
Kakaka.
The skin and flesh on Zheng Xiu's palm burst open, and the white bones pierced through the flesh and stretched out violently.
Zheng Xiu watched helplessly in the prison of his heart, his bones piercing his flesh and being burned by black flames in a blink of an eye, and then the chains transformed little by little. Finally, the burning flames continued to extend. At the end of the chains, the flames suddenly solidified and turned into two fists. A large scimitar with a ferocious shape.
"Am I still human?"
This feeling of weapons growing out of the body made Zheng Xiu feel a little uncomfortable, but he was soon attracted by the weirdness on [Purgatory].
[Purgatory] In the center of the two scimitars, a thin black line stretched in the field of vision, and finally turned into an empty hollow groove.
On the game table, a few green flames that had no place to place suddenly lit up, burning blazingly, a little restless - those were the traits that should have been installed in the avatar's trait column.
"Could it be..."
With such an obvious reminder, Zheng Xiu felt that anyone who wasn't stupid could figure out what it meant.
Even the "highlight reminder" is here.
He waved to one of the lovely green flames in surprise.
The flame was held in Zheng Xiu's hand.
Card.
He casually stuck [Tracking] in.
Green flames are embedded in the empty grooves, round and unified.
Ah this!
Can you still play like this?
[Prisoner] The door is so free?
The body and the incarnation seem to be two extremes.
Physical freedom is greatly restricted.
But incarnation seems to contain endless possibilities.
Crash--
Zheng Xiu danced the two chains in the prison of his heart. The two chains hit the rusty fence, splashing out dazzling sparks, and bounced back into his hands in a gray shape.
There was no target to kill at the moment, but when Zheng Xiu threw out the chain blade, he did feel that at the moment of release, the two scimitars of [Purgatory] seemed to be looking for something, and they felt a little weirder.
Can his chain knife track its target?
Outrageous.
Zheng Xiu was stunned.
Isn't this... a weapon plug-in?
What's even more outrageous is that.
"wave~"
Zheng Xiu unplugged [Tracking] and tried other traits that should have been inserted into the avatar one by one.
All is OK!
What’s even more exaggerated is that it can even be used in [medical science]!
Everything is pluggable.
[Purgatory] with [Medical Science] inserted, the special effects are slightly changed. There were a few green flowers floating on the dark flames.
Zheng Xiu swung it a few times and didn't feel anything strange.
But he had a bold idea.
Could it be that this [Purgatory] with [Medical Science] plugged into it will turn into a kind milk blade?
The kind who can cure diseases by being in the brothers' side?
Zheng Xiu would have thought such an idea was ridiculous before seeing a thaumaturge fighting with his own eyes.
But after watching Yue Yan fight with the deaf, lame and blind three men, Zheng Xiu's situation was opened up, and he felt that in the world of thaumaturges, anything was possible.
"abuse!"
Even Zheng Xiu, who had tens of millions of dollars in wealth and was able to deal with it calmly, couldn't help but say he was awesome in front of such ever-changing weapons.
Look at the [Compatibility] column, [Purgatory] is just the beginning, it is far from over.
When he unlocks several more forms of weapons and installs different plug-ins in different forms, wouldn't he have endless possibilities?
Why can only one be inserted!
You can't plug them all in, what a waste!
The greedy Master Zheng was a little heartbroken.
His mood at the moment was like those old prostitutes who looked at the young girls in the brothel, but had more than enough to do.
Despite its flaws, it still smells good.
Master Zheng held [Purgatory] in his hand and looked at the pleasant green flames on the two swords, feeling proud in his heart.
Even that Fengbei! ...Ahem, Fengbei, forget it.
"It's not that we can't defeat Fengbei. Ahem, we're on our own, so there's no need."
Zheng Xiu felt a little guilty when talking to himself, but he still said it.
Once your awesomeness is blown out loud, your confidence will naturally rise.
After pushing open the eighth door.
Beside the incarnations of [Zheng Shan] and [Zheng Evil], there was a hazy figure.
Apparently, he has been able to create a third incarnation.
With the increase in incarnations, Zheng Xiu is now more particular.
One is to consider how to configure the attributes of this incarnation.
The second is to consider what relationship is involved when the new incarnation is revealed to the public. Simply put, it is seniority.
Zheng Shan is Zheng Haoran’s brother;
Zheng E is the son of Zheng Shan, and may also be the son of Zheng Xiu.
As for the third incarnation... there can't be a second brother?
Nowadays, the imperial city is turbulent, and many people are afraid of the Zheng family's brotherhood, clairvoyance, and ears.
Zheng Xiu closed his eyes and thought carefully.
"That's right! As the saying goes, old is better than old. If the Zheng family wants to be stable, there must be someone similar to the 'ancestor'!"
"The 'family ancestor' doesn't have to be born, but he must exist."
"Zheng Shan can do it, but it's not very convenient to use now. If Feng Bei catches him... it will be very troublesome."
"Besides, his seniority is not high enough."
"I need an incarnation that is more senior than my father."
"Enough to suppress all incarnations of Xiaoxiao!"
"An incarnation that makes everyone tremble when they hear it!"
"I need an excuse to create a legend for this incarnation!"
"This requires borrowing Fengbei's intimidation power."
While thinking, a figure of Mo Hu gradually took shape in Zheng Xiu's mind.
However, it is very difficult to create this incarnation. Just the basic attributes require a lot of time and experience.
"It would be nice if there were more detailed rules."
Zheng Xiu said to himself that he always felt that the randomness of creating an incarnation was too great, difficult to control, and full of "variables."
[You know, there are actually some. 】
While talking to himself in the prison of his mind, a line of words suddenly appeared in front of Zheng Xiu's eyes.
This sudden text made Zheng Xiu stand up from his chair in fright, with a look of surprise and uncertainty.
A drop of cold sweat suddenly broke out on Zheng Xiu's forehead.
Only then did he remember that when he suddenly stretched out his chain and turned it into a new weapon in the ghostly Xiangu Temple, he had a certain degree of... "interaction" with the text.
Why was such a strange thing ignored by him?
Zheng Xiu had cold sweat on his forehead. He felt extremely weird now, as if the idea of "doubt" had been wiped out of his mind.
Once the idea of "doubt" arises again, one thought after another seems to have been suppressed for a long time.
By the way, this [Prisoner] is not a board game to begin with, so where does the secret keeper (kp) come from!
Why did I subconsciously think that the narrator was the secret keeper from the beginning?
The normal board game secret keeper is played by a real person!
But here, in this world, who will play the role of the dog’s kp?
Zheng Xiu looked around, but there was no one in his heart. But the "sense of dialogue" that the words gave him suddenly made him feel that the place was filled with ghosts and sent chills down his spine.
[You are very shocked by the sudden change. 】
[You have always thought that this is similar to a group running game, and there is a "secret keeper (kp)" that does not actually exist. 】
[You suddenly realize now that this secret keeper may...exist. 】
[This terrifying thought, which seems to have been deliberately ignored by you, makes your hair stand on end. 】
"Don't pretend to be stupid in the second person. Who are you?"
[Is there a possibility that you suddenly had another idea? The conversation you had with the secret keeper (kp) in the Fairy Aunt Temple was more like a conversation between you and yourself, more like listening to your own heart. 】
Zheng Xiu carefully leaned against the cell edge - even though he knew that this was the prison of his heart and that he could not escape, this move still gave Zheng Xiu a sense of security.
The words floated up line by line, brushing on all sides of Zheng Xiu, surrounding him like a smaller "word cage".
With a raised eyebrow, Zheng Xiu opened his mouth and cursed: "Kp."
[You are like looking in a mirror at this moment, looking at yourself in the mirror. You feel that the reflection is another stranger, and he may behave differently. 】
"Dog kp."
[You feel like you are scolding yourself. 】
"Dog kp."
[You gradually suspect that your thoughts are just illusions, and that the "prisoner" is just an ordinary Jiazi method. 】
"Dog kp."
[You are ashamed of your foolish thoughts. 】
"Dog kp."
[...Ah, you suddenly remembered that the rule book exists. On the last page of the rule book, there is the real "inside rule book". 】
A purple-covered book with ten thousand pages, as thick as several bricks stacked together, floated in from outside the prison and landed quietly on the game table.
Two more drops of cold sweat broke out on Zheng Xiu's forehead.
Crash--
On the purple cover of the rule book, there is a big blood-red eye, which is vertical and moving in a sly way.
Of course Zheng Xiu didn't touch it, but the book opened by itself.
Crash--
Zheng Xiu glanced at it and saw that it was full of incomprehensible words.
Glancing at one of the pages, it seemed to read "Woof woof woof——"
Even dog language?
Go all the way to the last page.
The last page turned out to be a groove.
Hidden in the recess is a pamphlet.
The booklet is pure white, and it seems to be what the text calls the "Rule Book".
This way of collecting books made Zheng Xiu feel that this "rule book" seemed to be a secret hidden in the show, which was not serious.
【do you want? 】
"……want."
A golden light fell from the sky and landed on Zheng Xiu's head.
This strange special effect made Zheng Xiu look up suspiciously, and the tension was instantly dispelled.
A kind of "awe-inspiring" special effects.
[You are so honest that you have a profound understanding of the true meaning of a wealthy businessman and the way of "justifying the means". 】
[The talent "No businessman, no treachery" is improved, reaching the state of proficiency. 】
[You completely believe that this is your own voice. 】
"Kp, who believes your lies? Tell the truth. Are you some thousand-year-old remnant soul who is ready to seize your body? Or is it an old man who failed to ascend and is unwilling to be a weapon spirit?"
[Failure to distort cognition. 】
[Trick: Jiazi, the current compatibility is "1/20". 】
【You want to know the answer. 】
【So……】
Opposite Zheng Xiu.
The gray haze seemed to turn into wriggling tentacles.
Part of the mist, which had always been in harmony with the prison, suddenly poured into the prison.
Opposite the Bone Chair, the mist was like a hazy mirror or a pure shadow.
Zheng Xiu froze on the other side of his heart, watching the strange changes with cold eyes.
He didn't know why, but he always felt that this was not a bad thing.
He has always been curious about why the mental prison exists.
What is the gray fog outside the prison of the heart, and what is in the depths of the gray fog.
He quietly looked at the gray mist pouring into the prison of his heart.
Sudden.
A pair of pale, slender hands stretched out from the fog.
Only hands.
The two hands stretched out from the fog were spread flat.
The text is no longer brushed out.
After the two pale arms were spread out, there was no change.
But this gesture seemed to be saying to Zheng Xiu:
"Please take a seat."
