"Cognitive rewriting? Or setting the right to interpret?"
Feng Xue frowned and looked at Bixian who still had no reaction, knowing that this young lady had basically been trapped by the settings of this world.
But this actually doesn't matter, because it can provide him with considerable intelligence advantages, but he also has to consider whether the dead senior in this world has the power of [Ghost].
Although the ability of cognitive rewriting is very abnormal, it is obviously only for ghosts at present, and the pressure on Feng Xue is not too high.
But if he has the single-word power of [Ghost], Feng Xue cannot try to obtain the ghost story entries of the [Ghost] system in this world, otherwise he may become the carrier of the other party's resurrection.
After all, no one knows how the other person defines "ghost".
Just like if Feng Xue develops a martial arts similar to "Tao Heart Demon Seed" in the real world, writes his spiritual wavelength into the true energy, and uses this to define the concept of internal force, then all internal force fluctuations will It becomes the frequency of his mental fluctuations. As long as there is a weirdan who dares to create a weirdan entry of the martial arts system in the real world, it is equivalent to accepting the setting of "there are mental fluctuations of the martial ancestor in the body", thus indirectly becoming the carrier of resurrection.
Of course, because of the existence of [peerless martial arts], the internal power of the present world has been set up quite well. Unless Feng Xuexia cruelly destroys [peerless martial arts] and then resets new rules, there is no way to do it. This is the trick.
Just like Miss Ke's hometown, everyone's cultivation techniques are all derived from Feng Xue's [Six Complete Ways]. This thing is designed based on Feng Xue's own characteristics. As long as Miss Ke's family doesn't mess around, then As long as there is a ghost talking about cultivating immortals, it can be used as his resurrection point——
Of course, if there is a living person who can live to the point where he becomes a ghost story after death, then he will also join the army of resurrection points after death.
"You cannot obtain entries for ghosts and monsters. In other words, it is best not to obtain entries before you understand the settings of this world."
Feng Xue made adjustments to her action plan, and did not try to remind Miss Bixian, but planned to make good use of the knowledge she acquired——
"Can you eat souls or ghosts?"
"Yes, but it's not necessary." Miss Bixian shook her head in disgust, "Ghosts eat souls in order to stabilize their own existence. Although the more they eat, the stronger they become, it will also lead to their own chaos. I Now that you have achieved the status of god, why do you still need to eat other ghosts?"
"I understand. Sure enough, the end of the universe is the system."
Feng Xuesha nodded matter-of-factly and ignored the hanged man who was chewing his belly. Although he still had some ideas about how this person died, if even his soul was chewed away, even if there was something in [Six Complete Dao] The spiritual part will definitely not be effective either.
"I just don't know if this devoured corpse can still be used as a 'house'."
Feng Xue Feng Xue turned to look at the quantum ghost hand, but found that it had not changed, and couldn't help but shook her head:
"It seems that the main body of the phantom will not be contaminated by the set power. Only the derivatives will. This is good news. It means that the opponent's power level is at least lower than that of the phantom. Well, it may also be because of the pale ghost. The label of the hand is [Ghost] instead of [Ghost]."
Feng Xue, who was used to picking out words, glanced at the hanged man gnawing on his belly again. After thinking about it, he suddenly took out the coffin board from his pocket, sat down at the table, and began to use his carpenter skills.
He didn't deliberately restrain his movements, and the sound of sawing wood couldn't be said to be pleasant. But I don't know whether it was because the sound insulation effect of the door was really strong, or because the people in the room were afraid of the sudden sound, and even those who opened the door a crack nothing.
Very quickly, very quickly, in just a few minutes, a god sign was made. He thought about it, and used a precious pen to write the words "Chenghuang Temple Imp" on the god sign.
Although it is a bit strange to write the god's main card in pen calligraphy, it can give this thing the concept of "benefiting the star king's personal seal".
After finishing, Feng Xue placed the god card in the center of the table, took out an incense burner, and inserted three incense sticks. However, she had no intention of worshiping and just turned around and returned to the room.
"It seems like everyone is a bitch, but that's fine. We'll probably know the result tomorrow at the latest."
Feng Xue thought so, but he didn't wait until tomorrow. At noon, just when Feng Xue stuffed a piece of shabu-shabu beef into his mouth, his door was knocked again.
"What's going on?" Feng Xue opened the door looking a little irritated, and saw five people standing at the door, but they kept a distance of about three meters. If Feng Xue hadn't had good eyesight, even I don't know who knocked on the door.
"What's wrong? Is that red-faced guy dead?" Feng Xue raised her eyebrows, looked at the only absent target, and asked casually.
The fat man who knocked on the door nodded, but as if he smelled something, his face suddenly turned ugly. Then, the only woman and the green-faced man also looked wrong, and even started retching.
Feng Xue frowned and looked at the plain-looking She Zhudao:
"What's wrong with them?"
"You'll understand if you come out and take a look." The beer-bellied student stepped aside, allowing Feng Xue to look past the wall of people and into the living room behind him. Then he saw that the red-faced man was only covered by his clothes. The head that opened the Tianling Gai was still intact. Various other bits and pieces were carefully divided and placed on the conference table like hot pot dishes. Although all the blood was made into blood tofu, this kind of The slightest feeling of blood makes people feel even more chilled.
"Good guy, even I can't sew it together if it's broken down to this level!" Feng Xue looked back at the hot pot in his room, and his face darkened. He was suddenly a little glad that he listened to Bixian's prediction. At noon After eating hot pot, otherwise he would not dare to imagine what the hot pot he was going to eat was.
but……
"Why do you think of sewing when you see this kind of scene?" The green-faced man with a very ugly face said in a bad tone. Feng Xue said matter-of-factly:
"It's just a habit of medical students. After dissecting the body, the teacher has to sew it back as well as possible. This is professional ethics, right?"
After saying that, he walked towards the cold conference table, but his eyes were not on the hot pot dishes on that table, but on the God's Lord card he had carved earlier.
At this time, there was already a faint aura on the playful pen calligraphy. Looking at the corpse still hanging in mid-air, there was no trace of aura at all.
"Tsk, tsk, I thought it was a Japanese supernatural suspense drama, but I didn't expect it to be an American blood-drenched drama..."
(End of chapter)
