Looking at the prompts on the phone, Feng Xue was very confused for a moment. Although it was said to be work, he still planned to hide his profession as a corpse collector.
After all, it had only been less than a week since he traveled through time. It was unusual for him to get a job so quickly. Not to mention that the gang itself, as a manager, had a tendency to block upward channels. In case he thought he had mastered some special transformation, professional skills, that would be bad.
Of course, he was still quite curious about what could be smelted from the omen's corpse, which was why he didn't leave immediately. If the gang members started looking for someone to collect the corpses, he could pretend to be an ordinary citizen who was short of money and go work. .
However, Feng Xue stared in the alley for a few minutes, but the gang members had no intention of finding anyone to collect the body. Instead, they threw some knives, daggers, leather armors and cloths into the pile of broken meat.
"What is going on?" Feng Xue looked at this picture inexplicably, always feeling like she was witnessing a strange cult sacrifice.
This process lasted for about ten minutes. After a familiar figure appeared, the e-donkey knight (although the donkey was gone) finally asked his men to pick up the items thrown into the meat again.
Watching the interaction between Lao Li and the manager, Feng Xue couldn't help but grin. He could clearly see that the manager was in a bad mood at this time, which made him curious about what was going on.
Seeing Lao Li, with the help of gang members, throwing the pieces of meat onto the cart one by one, Feng Xue immediately turned around and left. There would be nothing gained by staying here, so he chose to go to Lao Li's house to wait for him to come back.
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About half an hour later, Lao Li, who was whistling, returned to the door and immediately saw Feng Xue, who had been waiting for a long time. He couldn't help but wonder:
"Why don't you just make a 'phone'?"
"Who knows if there are any taboos in collecting corpses for bad omens?" Feng Xue spread her hands and looked like she was not doing a good job. After hearing this, Lao Li understood what happened, took out his work badge and swiped it at the door, then turned around and said:
"Anyway, come in and talk."
In the luxurious room as always, Lao Li said casually while making tea:
"Did you see the corpse of the ominous person before? What do you want to ask?"
"Hmm...what is that bad omen? Why is the scene so tragic?"
Feng Xue asked with a bit of stumble, pretending that she had only rushed to the scene after receiving the notice. Lao Li did not doubt his presence and said casually:
"The omens turned into corpses generally have a certain degree of immortality, and different omens also have different killing methods. For example, zombie-type omens can be killed by blowing their heads, while mummy-type omens need to be burned with fire. The most troublesome ghost type omen is even immune to physical attacks.
"Today's one is a suture monster. Although it is easier to deal with than the ghost type, there is no special method to kill it. If you want to kill it, you can either use an illusion with a restrained immortality entry, or you can only divide it into Just fine enough.
"Speaking of which, the method of breaking them into enough pieces is applicable to most of the bad omens transformed from corpses. After all, as long as the density of [consciousness] in the omens' bodies is reduced to the point where they cannot form entries, they can be eliminated. Well, this is on the corpse collector label. It’s in the knowledge given, haven’t you seen it?”
"How can you read so much knowledge in a long time?" Feng Xue rolled her eyes, but she caught the vocabulary he wanted, skipped the topic, and asked:
"Phantom? What is that?"
When Feng Xue asked about this term, Lao Li paused for a moment while pouring tea, then shook his head and said:
"Phantoms are phantoms. Just like us creatures can become [Ghost Stories] if they accumulate enough labels, dead objects will become so-called phantoms if they have enough labels. Even the lowest level phantoms , also possesses the sturdiness characteristics that ordinary counterfeit items do not possess. Apart from the same illusions or strange stories, it rarely wears out due to other reasons.”
Hearing Lao Li's words, Feng Xue immediately thought of the exaggerated defensive power of the Stitch Monster when facing ordinary gang members, and couldn't help frowning: "According to what you said, Guitan can't be hurt by things other than Guitan and phantoms? "
"You can't say that." Old Li shook his head, gave Feng Xue a cup of tea, took a sip himself, and then explained:
"All solidity is relative. The solidity of an illusion is more like a feeling like a 'game prop without durability setting'. It has no setting to be destroyed, so it is difficult to destroy.
"The difference between kaidan and phantoms is also here. A phantom is a phantom, and its own elements determine everything about it. But apart from the label, kaidan itself also has a 'living thing' part, even if it is not destroyed The [element] is that as long as this living creature is killed, the ghost story will be self-defeating.
"This is also the troublesome thing about the bad omen of corpse transformation, because they themselves are already dead, so the corpse must be 'killed', which is much more difficult than killing people or animals.
"Of course, the illusion is not indestructible. After all, it is just the product of the accumulation of elements, so as long as you have the corresponding elements, you can have an impact on it."
"Understood, the settings are beyond the sky, special attack on the sun gods." Feng Xue nodded and concluded. Lao Li's eyes suddenly lit up. He felt that this statement was very subtle and immediately wrote it down in his novice guidebook.
Feng Xue couldn't help but laugh when she saw Lao Li taking notes solemnly. She picked up the teacup and took a sip. She felt her mouth was full of saliva. How should I put it? Although she no longer needed to eat or drink after traveling, it was precisely because of this that she couldn't help but feel that she had been away from home for so many days. A cup of tea gave him a strong sense of happiness.
After drinking all the tea in the cup, he looked up at Lao Li again and asked the question that he had wanted to ask for a long time but was worried about arousing suspicion:
"How do phantoms come about? People can obtain entries through acting, but it's impossible to use acting methods for phantoms that are dead, right? Is there still a blacksmith who can create phantoms?"
"This..." Lao Li paused for a moment, as if he was organizing his words, and then spoke after a moment:
"There are three main channels for the birth of phantoms. The first one is what you said, artificial manufacturing. However, this purely depends on luck. The composition of phantom entries is a probabilistic event. No one can guarantee that the things they create will be of the same quality. According to the corresponding entry, in fact, most people with a blacksmith profession can produce two or three phantoms in a few decades.
"The second type is accompanying phantoms. To put it simply, they are the legendary items that the Kaidan itself possesses and are highly bound to, such as the shroud of the Mummy Kaidan, the scissors and masks of the Slit Girl, etc. It will appear directly at the same time that Kaitan takes shape, but its functions and types are very simple.
"The third type is element enrichment. In an environment with a high concentration of free elements, some items will be contaminated with a small amount of elements. If you are lucky, these elements will settle and accumulate, just like a corpse turns into a bad omen, from fake objects to Become a phantom.
"Actually, many people think that bad omens are more like animated hallucinations than ghost stories. Well, you should have seen those gang members throwing things into corpses before, right? That's actually just trying your luck. Can you come up with one or two phantom objects?”
