Dead Space props are like that.
The instructions for use are concise and clear, but the description is not clear. The specific effects, advantages and disadvantages will mostly be reflected in actual combat.
This requires personal experience by prop users and figuring out the effect by themselves after multiple uses.
Now, Xin Zhixia has figured out that the automatic guidance of the Sword of Judgment includes the distance range.
Zhang Meng is fast enough. Once he leaves the distance, he doesn't have the ability to follow him all the time.
But, what a coincidence, it had to fall apart at a critical moment.
Xin Zhixia's mentality is very good, she must have understood how to use the props.
In just a short moment, her thoughts changed rapidly. She first took out [Steward Levi's tracking scent ball] and casually marked the "two corpses" next to her.
Then without saying a word, he took out [Dr. Gini's all-purpose pills], swallowed it, and chased straight in the direction where Zhang Meng escaped.
During this period, she did not forget to pick up the sword of judgment that had fallen off the chain.
After taking the pills, Xin Zhixia was full of strength. She stepped forward with wind at her feet and walked as fast as flying.
Like an arrow leaving the string, it rushed out at an astonishing speed.
The sound of the wind whistling past her ears told her how fast it went against the human body's common sense.
The cold and strange wind hit her face, stinging her face and causing her cheeks and ears to turn slightly red.
On the street, two figures were chasing each other as fast as lightning, and there were faint puffs of smoke along the road they ran on.
Occasionally, NPCs would appear passing by, and they would panic and even be unable to dodge.
However, after just a few blinks, the figure in his field of vision disappeared strangely.
The NPC was left looking even more shocked, watching the ghost disappear with dull eyes.
While Xin Zhixia chased Zhang Meng, she reflected on herself in her mind.
Maybe he shouldn't waste that time with Zhao Qian.
However, if she had to do it over again, her choice would probably not change.
After all, when I first saw Zhang Meng paralyzed on the ground, he looked half-dead.
Who knew that Zhang Meng's physical fitness was so strong.
He suffered such a severe explosion injury and obviously had no time for treatment, yet he could still run as fast as a leopard.
The only thing she can reflect on is that she shouldn't slack off, she should keep an eye on all directions and listen to all directions, and pay more attention to the "dead people group".
Zhang Meng's situation made Xin Zhixia think about this problem, so before leaving just now, she did not forget to mark the suspected "dead person".
In case those two people are not completely dead, they choose to escape after she leaves.
After she finishes dealing with this, she can still find the remaining people by following their scent.
Xin Zhixia had no intention of letting anyone go.
With a lot of thoughts in his mind, he followed the figure in front of him and ran back and forth on the street.
No matter how strong Zhang Meng's physical fitness is, he is still an injured person.
Even with the blessing of speed, it may not be possible to escape successfully.
Just like now, Zhang Meng's speed has slowed down visibly.
Originally, Xin Zhixia wasted time and started much slower than him, but now the distance between her and him is gradually shortening.
Seeing that the timing and distance were just right, Xin Zhixia raised the sword of judgment and threw it forward.
This time she did not turn on the automatic guidance function of the Sword of Judgment, just treating it as a thrown object.
The Sword of Judgment came out of his hand, and due to the added strength, the thrown sword made a faint sound of breaking through the air.
It cut through the air and pierced the left side of Zhang Meng's body ruthlessly.
The long sword penetrated his body from the left back. The huge inertia caused Zhang Meng to stagger two steps, and then his body tilted and fell uncontrollably.
"Well……"
Zhang Meng supported his body with his left hand, half-knelt on the ground, and let out a suppressed cry of pain.
Sweat fell from his forehead, and his chest heaved greatly.
There were burnt black wounds all over his body, and all kinds of hideous sores were opened. Only the wound on the left side of his chest had a bright and colorful color.
After confirming that the Sword of Judgment had successfully taken down the opponent, Xin Zhixia's eyes lit up, she was a little excited, and she sped up and rushed over.
I have seen Zhang Meng's strong physical fitness, and also got a glimpse of his strength from the situation of Zhao Qian, Ding Yi and Li Yiran.
Xin Zhixia did not give the opponent any chance to counterattack.
After catching up with Zhang Meng and facing each other, he activated [Tia's Charm Card].
Xin Zhixia spoke decisively and asked for key information.
"Have you restarted it?"
This is the question you should prepare from the beginning.
Zhang Meng's eyes used to show pain, but now they became dull and confused, his pupils were dilated and no longer focused.
He looked up at her and silently shook his head.
"No."
Because he was so weak, he shook his head feebly.
Hearing this, Xin Zhixia frowned and felt an ominous feeling.
After only a moment, he seized the moment and asked the second question.
"Why are they targeting you?"
Zhang Meng's eyes were blank and he spoke bluntly.
"have no idea."
Xin Zhixia clicked her tongue, feeling a little irritated.
It was completely different from what she expected. The situation she guessed was inconsistent with reality, which made her feel that everything was going off track.
Miscalculation is understandable.
The ending is disappointing, and the other possibilities that remain will be even more terrifying.
Before she could ask the third question, Zhang Meng added in a confused manner.
"But I guess they might have restarted it and had conflicts with me before."
After getting similar results, Xin Zhixia held her breath and nodded.
The tight string broke and she involuntarily breathed a sigh of relief.
After a while, Xin Zhixia turned into a pragmatist and held the philosophy of "If you don't use it, it will be in vain. The charm time is not over, and Zhang Meng is not dead yet, so you should squeeze out all the value from the other party."
Decided to kill and sell goods.
Xin Zhixia raised the corners of her mouth slightly and ordered arrogantly.
"What props do you have on hand? Throw them away and give them to me."
She no longer considered whether her actions were despicable.
This act kills two birds with one stone.
Not only can you search for props, but you can also ask him to help verify it.
If Zhang Meng had not restarted it, she would really like to see if the lost props would also be restarted.
After hearing Xin Zhixia's order, Zhang Meng's eyes showed a struggling look.
After hesitating for a moment, he took out a black feather from his bracelet and handed it to her.
The corners of Xin Zhixia's mouth twitched and she took Heiyu speechlessly.
When he lowered his eyes, he realized that the "feather" was actually a quill pen.
Not only that, the black feathers on it are clearly defined, the bottom is hard and solid, and the upper half feels soft to the touch, as if the feathers can be plucked out one by one.
She couldn't help but think of [the Miller family's golden badminton].
As expected, this prop belongs to the Miller family's collection and is called [Miller Family's Imitation Black Feather].
However, before she could study it carefully, Zhang Meng's eyes gradually became clear.
Xin Zhixia's eyes flashed, she put away her black quill, and drew the sword of judgment in one fell swoop.
Blood spurted out, but she carefully avoided it.
Zhang Meng spit out blood and his eyes became dark.
Xin Zhixia put her sword against the opponent's throat and smiled without any burden.
"Give you a chance, do you want to restart?"
