At the moment when the label was condensed, Feng Xue thought that he was finally going to evolve and get his first ghost story entry. However, he soon found that he was overthinking it.
Because the condensed entry has nothing to do with the [Devil] tag that has been growing steadily recently, but a completely independent new tag——
[Instructor].
"Instructor? Why is it an instructor? Well, by the way, I almost forgot about the golden bell." Feng Xue frowned and began to wonder how long she had been lying in this garbage heap.
After all, theoretically speaking, at the official speed, if they want them to really start spreading their information, they must at least confirm that the Golden Bell Cover is harmless, and in Feng Xue's mind, it should not take a year or two. It's impossible to do it.
But the problem is, considering that his body has not healed on its own, it will not take more than three months to survive.
"It can't be that some little genius has a clear understanding of the 'skill creator' without official promotion, right?"
When Feng Xue thought of this, she felt more and more likely, especially the word "instructor", which itself has a strong military style. In other words, although they have not met, she has been raped by a certain Jin Zhonggao or Bu Tiange. Practitioners unilaterally identify as "instructors".
And when he checked the [consciousness] provided by this label, he became more and more certain of this guess, because the [consciousness] provided by this label had obvious highs and lows just like when the [Devil] label was first condensed.
Based on the experience of devil tags, Feng Xue speculated that this was a matter of the amount of [knowledge] provided by people with different levels of knowledge. He did not know the specific value, but generally speaking, it was probably "just heard of it." This level can provide one or two towers per day, and the level of "firmly believing that 'this thing' absolutely exists" can provide the feeling of three or four hundred towers per day.
Nowadays, the "Ambulance Demon" may have become some kind of rumor due to the lack of victims, so most of them have only heard about it, but the martial arts provided by this "Martial Arts Master Instructor" is real, and there are more than a dozen people who firmly believe that he The existence of [knowledge] providers also seems reasonable.
Just as Feng Xue was meditating on the new label, the chill on her neck became even sharper. The girl who looked to be only ten years old pushed the sharp weapon forward without hesitation. Pressing Feng Xue's Adam's apple, he frowned and said:
"I'll ask you again! Don't try to play tricks! Just say it!"
Feng Xue then remembered that his life was still in the hands of others. It was a little funny for a moment. It was not because he lacked a sense of crisis, but because he had no fear of death at all. In other words, if he had not been buried alive before, he would He killed himself directly, and he could still be resurrected anyway. Compared with being paralyzed here for several months, the short-term side effects of the resurrection items were nothing.
As for biting your tongue to commit suicide... I'm just kidding. The way to die by biting your tongue is to choke to death, but if you don't have any pressure, you don't have to breathe at all, okay?
But now that they have all been dug out, using resurrection items means that the items may not be recovered. After thinking for a moment, he decided to struggle:
"I am a scavenger, alone, with no accomplices. I fell from above due to a landslide and have been buried alive here. I am not a slave trader. I have never captured slaves or purchased slaves. And I also have a teaching position. Class tags can impart some knowledge..."
Listening to the seriously injured man in front of her quickly reporting his value, Vera's expression remained indifferent, but Vero on the side did not tense up and said:
"Vera, he said he has a teaching label!"
"Shut up, I heard it!" Vera glared at her stupid brother, without digging Feng Xue out, and just looked at him condescendingly——
"You are not trying to trick our base camp and then send a signal to your accomplices, are you?"
Hearing this, Feng Xue smiled self-deprecatingly:
"You should know how long it's been since this pile of garbage fell, right? I've been buried for so long and no one has come to save me. Doesn't that mean I have no accomplices?"
"What he said seems to make sense!" Vero said cautiously. Vera immediately raised her hand, but Vero, who was well prepared, dodged it. He narrowed his eyes and said as if he was very smart:
"I knew you wanted to hit me again! But what if I let you hit me? You still can't deal with it. If you kill me directly, it will be a bad omen. How about we ask the village chief?"
"No." Vera shook her head and said decisively:
"If you tell the village chief, you will definitely be taught a lesson!"
"Then there's nothing we can do. Let him wait for death." Vero spread his hands and said cruel lines in an innocent tone.
Vera sighed, looked at Feng Xue's clothes, and nodded lightly:
"That's all we can do. When he starves to death, what he has on him will belong to us..."
"Hey, hey, this is completely different from what I imagined. Are these two brats really only ten years old?!" Feng Xue listened to the two people's unabashed words, and her right hand that was buried in the stone suddenly felt more crowded.
Although if he was left here, he should be able to recover in another month or two, but no one knows if there will be any more accidents in these two months.
Now he doesn't have a thick layer of garbage protection like before. Any bad omen or other resurrection items will be wasted.
Thinking of this, he immediately said:
"I'm afraid I won't be able to wait for myself to starve to death. After all, I am already a stranger. If I want my [consciousness] to be exhausted, at least I have to wait for people in the real world to completely forget about me. This may take several years or even more than ten years. , and I have millions of stored [knowledge], so it won’t be a problem to last for decades. Instead of letting me die, I have other suggestions.”
"Say." The weapon in Vera's hand was still pressed against Feng Xue's throat, and she said with no expectation. She didn't know what "abnormal news" was, nor what it meant in the real world, but millions of [Knowledge] She still understands this kind of thing.
Feng Xue received permission and immediately said:
"I know a lot of knowledge, whether it is cultural or combat-related, which can help you condense your labels. At the same time, I am also a book copyist, the kind who can copy real books. This should be very precious to you, right? "
"You said all that, but you don't want me to rescue you?" Vera seemed a little moved, but she still didn't want to let go, "How can I believe that after I rescue you, you won't retaliate for kindness?"
When Feng Xue heard this, she immediately knew there was something going on and responded immediately:
"We can sign a notarized contract in Infinite City, and all the bones in my body are broken now. Even if you dig me out, I'm still a disabled person, so I'm no threat."
"I've never heard of a contract!" Vera muttered in her heart, but she rolled her eyes and said:
"In this way, you teach us something first, and as soon as I confirm that you have real materials, I will dig you out. What do you think?"
(End of chapter)
