"So far, the clues obtained are still very vague and somewhat inexplicable. Where is that guy Sami Shrimp? It seems that hope can only be pinned on the last female ghost. There is still time left... Let me see , there are still 15 minutes left, it seems I have to speed up."
Feng Yan had explored the southeast direction at this time. Strictly speaking, he had not even searched half of the entire seventh floor. This was due to the appearance of two female ghosts, which slowed down his progress. Fortunately, the system was still fairly user-friendly. The two female ghosts did not waste too much of Feng Yan's time. The huge amount of problem thinking was completely solved in Feng Yan's mind in more than ten seconds, so it did not waste too much time.
Feng Yan accelerated his search along the southeast and east direction. This area contained air conditioners mixed with some home appliances such as purifiers. It was easier to search. After a quick search, Feng Yan came to the due east. The next area was the refrigerator area.
The doors in the refrigerator area are all closed. If you want to search thoroughly, you will inevitably have to open them one by one. When Feng Yan was worried that doing so would be a waste of time, he saw the instructions above one of the single-door refrigerators. The lights came on.
Upon seeing this, Feng Yan immediately ran to the refrigerator. At this time, the indicator light above the refrigerator showed an arrow. Feng Yan squatted down sideways, opened the refrigerator door with one hand, took out his crutch and pointed it backwards into the refrigerator. After poking randomly and seeing that nothing unusual appeared, he carefully moved his body and looked into the refrigerator.
Because this refrigerator was powered on, a bright light appeared after opening it. At this time, there was a strange table leg placed in the refrigerator.
[Name: Angry Table Leg]
[Type: Drama related]
[Quality: Rare]
[Attack power: Normal]
[Special effect: To deal with targets who fail in any game and are unwilling to admit defeat (commonly known as cheating or unable to play stars), the attack will hit the head 100% of the time]
[Equipment conditions: None]
[Whether this copy can be taken out: No]
[Explanation: Hit him, hit him! Should I hit him or his mother? You made me so confused! 】
This table leg is not the kind of wooden table leg you usually eat at home. It is as thick as a billiard table leg and about half an arm long. It is not very heavy in your hand. It was hit on your head by this move. , there is a high probability that he will have a concussion. Not surprisingly, this table leg is also engraved with the letter K.
Feng Yan weighed the table legs, waved them twice and said, "It would be great if this thing could bring out a copy. It is specially designed to treat all kinds of dissatisfaction. However, this special effect is very targeted, which means that it can be I might have a bet or a competition with the last female ghost later on, but what is the comparison?"
The table legs were definitely out of reach. The target was too big, so Feng Yan put it directly into his bag.
As soon as Feng Yan put the [Angry Table Leg] in his bag, the kitchen appliances area next to the refrigerator area suddenly lit up. Feng Yan turned around and looked around. A small light appeared there, but because of the distance, It was too far away to see clearly. Feng Yan closed the refrigerator door, thinking that this should be an obvious reminder. There was no need to continue searching in this area, so he followed the light source and walked northeast.
When Feng Yan approached the light source, he realized that it was the light emitted by the small lamp on the range hood. Unknowingly, he had arrived at the center of the kitchen appliance area, and there was a person wearing pajamas below the light source of the range hood. , Obasan still had curls on his head. At this time, Obasan was cooking something with his back to Feng Yan. Feng Yan kept a safe distance and looked sideways, and found that the boiling water in the pot was boiling. Some human hands and ears came out, and Obasan was holding a cigarette in his left hand and fiddling with the contents of the pot with chopsticks in his right hand.
The last female ghost.
Because Obasan's body was translucent and erratic at this time, it was obviously impossible to be a serious NPC, so Feng Yan was sure that Obasan was the last female ghost as soon as he saw her.
"You little bastard, have you seen enough? Sit down."
Obasan's human flesh cooking seemed to be coming to an end. She picked up a Haikou bowl and started serving soup, and at the same time, she also greeted Zhao Baiyu.
There were two chairs facing each other behind Obasan. The person she meant to sit down must have meant Feng Yan sitting in one of them.
Feng Yan carefully dragged the chair close to him back a few meters before sitting down.
Obasan drank up the soup in the bowl quickly and impatiently, making a loud slurping sound while eating and drinking. Finally, she wiped her mouth, turned around and walked towards Feng Yan.
Only then did Feng Yan see her face clearly. This female ghost's appearance was not scary, but Feng Yan frowned. This was an expression he had not made when the two female ghosts appeared before. The reason was the same. He felt that the female ghost in front of him must be more difficult to deal with than the previous two.
The female ghost in front of me has an extremely mean and mean face. She belongs to the typical Obasan type who looks like a shrew at first glance, a master of quarrels at second glance, and absolutely unreasonable at third glance. The prototype can be based on the ninth-grade Sesame Official. Among them is Yuan Qiongdan, a person like this who can make a little girl with poor mental quality cry in a few words. His ability to act mischievously seems to have been brought out from his mother's womb. The key is that he can curse for hours when he meets an opponent of equal strength.
To be honest, when dealing with such a person, Feng Yan could scold him for three days and three nights without using any curse words, but he would never do that. The most correct choice would be to remain silent or simply turn around and leave, but now if The conflict between Obasan and Feng Yan in front of them was obviously not suitable for any solution. However, it was still unclear what Obasan wanted to do, so Feng Yan had to choose to adapt to the situation.
Obasan came to the chair opposite Feng Yan and sat down on it. His face, which resembled that of a charterer, was turned into a figure eight. He looked at Feng Yan with extremely disdainful eyes and said, "You bastard, what are you looking at?" look?"
When Obasan asked this question, Feng Yan felt that this eighth woman was trying to cause trouble. This was equivalent to the Northeastern people asking, "What are you looking at?" '
This sentence may be asked by a northerner to start a fight, but now it is said by an Obasan with a southern accent. Once he answers randomly, "I'm not looking at you," "What's your business," I "Look what's wrong with you" and the like, it was definitely a flag that triggered a scolding between Obasan and Obasan. It would definitely get out of control by then. Feng Yan even felt that the eighth woman hadn't quarreled with anyone in a long time. Seeing herself Do you want to have a good fight?
No, we must not waste time with this bitch here, it will definitely be bad if we start a fight.
Just when Feng Yan was thinking about how to answer this question so as to prevent the situation from getting out of control, Obasan actually spoke first.
"You brat, how about we play a game?"
Feng Yan straightened up immediately after hearing this: "Is it of a competitive nature?"
Obasan took a puff of cigarette: "Of course, I know you are looking for a monster with a shrimp head and human body. You asked the two women in front for help before they left, and I also have a paragraph to give you, But only if you win against me."
Feng Yan leaned back in his chair: "I'll accompany you on whatever you want to do, but forget it if it's just a quarrel. I don't have that much time."
Obasan smiled coldly: "You were unusually calm and calm when facing the first two women. I guess you must be a very strong brainstormer. People who are calm and have a smooth expression are generally very good at brainstorming. Ministry activities, then..."
At this point, Obasan lit the cigarette in his hand, and the ashes fell from the air: "I am better than you at what you are good at."
The moment the soot fell to the ground, a ten thousand-foot cage rose from the ground around Feng Yan and Obasan. The square iron cage extended upwards into the dark sky, seemingly endlessly straight into the sky.
Feng Yan looked back at the iron cage railings and said, "What does this mean? Cage battle? I am good at many fields, and they are all for fun. What do you want to compete with?"
Feng Yan thought to himself: I unknowingly helped the heartbeat field with an advertisement. Should I explain it to the game company later? Maybe I can get some advertising fees...
Obasan: "This cage will never be opened until you win. It has its own consciousness, and the outcome is determined by it. If you want to get my tips, you must try your best to defeat me. If you win, I, the cage will open, and you can either leave or get my hints, but if you lose, the cage will not open, and you will become the material for my soup."
Feng Yan snorted disdainfully: "Aren't you just afraid that I'll run away midway? It's so mysterious. Please tell me what you want to compare."
Obasan: "I want to compete with you in riddles."
