Thriller Paradise Chapter 424: Filtering

"Are you... crazy?" the confessor asked in her "ventriloquist".

"It seems that I am really not generally famous..." Feng Bujue said casually, and then he spoke to the terrifying necromantic creature in front of him in a very relaxed tone, "This beauty, I haven't asked...Who are you?"

"The confessor." The confessor replied with her hoarse, weak voice, "I am under the command of Mingyuan Youwang-one of the nine dead souls."

"Oh?" When Feng Bujue heard the words Mingyuan Youwang, his spirit came in an instant, and he said loudly, "So it's you! Long Yang Yang." He stood in front of a creature with stitched eyes. He still spared no effort to clasp his fists and arch his hands, and put on a flattering face, "Everyone are my idols. I am fortunate to see it today. I am really lucky to be here."

At this time, Xiao Tan and Matcha Crisp on the fire truck had their eyes emptied, staring at Brother Jue in front of the car with contempt.

"So he called all the opposite sexes as'beauties'..." The corners of Matcha Su's mouth twitched and whispered softly.

Before Jue Ge did call matcha crisps several times, but now it seems that these beauties have no credibility at all.

"That's not necessarily." Xiao Tan continued, "He has always claimed that he has a pre-aesthetic that transcends racial and secular concepts..."

"That is to say, the taste is very heavy?" Matcha crisps continued.

"It's not that, um...how do you put it...For example, when we look at foreigners, we always think they look very similar, and when foreigners look at us Asians, it is often easy to confuse them." Xiao Tan explained , "And Jue is at the other extreme. He is the kind of person who can take the minions (from "Despicable Me" directed by Chris Leonard," with the two protagonists Gru and Dr. Navalio using a variant A person who can distinguish the appearance and name of a capsule-shaped creature composed of dna, fatty acids, and mashed banana...Even if you put two hedgehogs of the same species in front of him, he can figure out which one is more handsome..."

"Oh..." The matcha cake froze for a few seconds with an unclear look, and then shrugged. "I would rather accept the conclusion that ‘praise from madness is very cheap’."

Little sighed: "In fact, his kneeling is the cheapest...but you can think of it this way."

Just as the two started complaining about Jue's aesthetics, Feng Bujue had ended the dialogue with him and opened the door on the passenger side.

As soon as he opened the door, he said: "There are two things, let me explain."

Xiao Tan and the matcha crispy face looked at each other, their faces were all suspicious, and there was a little ominous premonition in their hearts...

"First, there seems to be something wrong with your body." Feng Bujue first said to Xiao sigh, "so that the confessor mistook you for the official under the Lord of Time... so she Then she suddenly hit the middle of the road. Fortunately, just before she attacked, she realized that you were only a foreigner, and the three of us escaped."

"Hello..." Xiao Tan's face became paler and paler, and the cold sweat became more and more. He turned his head. Looking at the penitent standing in front of the car. "What kind of problem is it? Why don't I feel anything?"

"Oh, it's not a big deal, it's nothing more than the dust of time that infiltrated your left hand more than a month ago. Now it has traveled all over your body through blood..." Feng Bujue curled his lips." Speaking of...At the scene of the death question and answer, the guy named Hephaestus did say to you—'The [time] that belongs to your left hand has been overdrawn. If you don’t deal with it, that hand will be lost soon. It will turn into dust."

"But I'm obviously okay!" Xiao Tan became more nervous as he listened, and his shock value rose steadily.

"You are a doctor, you should know better than me...Many diseases have no symptoms until they reach the advanced stage." Feng Bujue spread his hands.

"But what Hephaestus said was'soon'? Now more than a month has passed since the real time! And my hands haven't turned to dust!" Xiao sighed quickly.

"Well... we have to think about it this way. First, Hephaestus is a **** in Greek mythology, these guys with a long life span. The understanding of the word'soon after' may be different from ours... "Feng Bujue replied, "Secondly, no one can predict the impact of the'system' on you. After you return to the 6th space, the wound may be closed, and the effect of time dust has been temporarily suppressed. Live, but its existence has not been eradicated."

"What should I do now?" Xiao Tan asked.

Feng Bujue handed out a p- before he could finish his questioning, and said, "You can lose your horse, and you will know nothing. At present, we can’t determine what kind of follow-up effect the dust of time will have on your body. So let’s wait and see for the time being...I’ll give you the medicine first, and you can use it according to the situation.” He was very cautious, and deliberately did not say the name of the item, but used the word “medicine” to refer to it to prevent the matcha next to it from crisp Bad heart.

Of course...At the moment I feel that I am worried. Matcha Crisp is very unfamiliar with the setting of the p Foundation. Even if the word p- is spoken in front of her, she cannot know what it is.

"Okay, let's talk about the second thing." Feng Bujue said immediately, "I'm leaving."

"What?" The matcha cake frowned slightly, his expression changed, "Where to go?"

"I have persuaded the confessor, she promised to take me to meet the leader of the nine dead souls. Not surprisingly, in this script, I can officially become a partisan of the kingdom of the dead... "Feng Bujue looked yearning, as if he had been admitted to a civil servant.

"Heh..." Matcha sneered, "You tried to persuade me to form an alliance with you before, but we haven't met yet, but you patted your **** and left?"

"Not to mention...If I didn't provide you with the opportunity to form an alliance, you would have already turned into points...Just say that you have nothing to lose right now, right?" Feng Bujue replied, "On the contrary. , You also got a very strong vehicle and a reliable thug." He paused, "Anyway... if you believe me. You and Xiao Tan continue to move towards the source of the explosion. I am. I'll be back to meet you soon, don't worry, I must be able to find your place." He said while quietly observing the change in the other's expression. "If you want to break up with us, it's okay. Golden Maggot One can be given to you, but the'our agreement' will be invalidated. Everyone will go their own way."

After Brother Jue said something, Matcha Sui fell into silence...

Feng Bujue is very good at persuading others, because he has a talent, a talent that all first-class counsellors have since ancient times-to settle accounts. Calculating one's own account, the boss's account, the friend's account, the enemy's account, the world's people's account... the same thing has different meanings to different people. Only to figure out the other people's account. Can guess the bottom line of the opponent. Find the possibility of cooperation.

Take a closer look at the other person’s inner thoughts. The greater the room for mediation. From the perspective of negotiation, you can be invincible.

"Huh...well...I'm on the thief ship, and I don't plan to get off." Sure enough. After more than ten seconds, the Matcha Crisp replied helplessly.

Brother Jue has long known that she is unwilling to break up the partnership. The bottom line of Matcha Crisp is undoubtedly the ownership of Golden Maggot One. She was absolutely unwilling to give away this powerful fighter machine. And it didn't make sense for her to drive the car away alone, because only someone in the driver's seat and gunner's seat could wield the power of this thing.

"Very well, I'll take a step first, and you two will be careful." Feng Bujue took a step back after explaining the matter. He was still sullen before closing the door. Say in a cold voice that he thinks is cool: "i_i11_be_bsp;............

At the same time, the top floor of a building in the lockdown area.

Sky-swallowing ghost, Shiva, uncle waste wood, and corpse knife are king, these four seeded contestants are actually gathered in one place, sneakingly looking at a crossroad in the distance.

The scene there is not much different from the rest of the city. The streets are dotted with corpses and bones, and the buildings are covered with strange vines and blood stains. The only difference is...A black spherical space-time fissure is suspended in the sky above this place.

"What is that? Is it some kind of operable black hole?" Uncle Waste Chai asked.

The corpse knife took over for the king: "You two didn't have a good game on your own, and you forcibly dragged us here... just for us to visit this?"

"No..." Shiva reached out and pointed to the distance, "Look over there..."

Uncle Waste Chai and Shidaowei Wang followed the direction he pointed, and moved their sights together.

But see, on the street below the rift, a tall creature of half human and half beast is walking forward. It also carries a player on its shoulder (there is a club badge on the back of the clothes, so it can be seen as a player). The player didn't struggle, he was almost motionless, maybe his stamina had been exhausted... Soon, he was taken directly under the detonation tunnel.

In the middle of the crossroads, there is a woman standing. She is wearing a set of gray underwear. She looks very ordinary, just like those passersby in sandbox games, but she has no characteristics.

"What is this monster doing to catch the player?" The corpse knife said to Wang, "Wait...this monster is actually capable of knocking down the players in this script?" His expression changed slightly, "With this kind of strength, it must be A direct subordinate of the Four Pillar God."

"No." Guixiao continued, "It's a derivative."

"What?" The corpse knife turned around for the king, "Isn't that a rumor on the forum?"

"Hey...that derivative murdered." When Uncle Waste Chai used the binoculars, he still didn't take off the sunglasses on his face. God knows how he could see the distant scene clearly.

The corpse knife is Wang Wenyan, and cast his eyes on the street again.

At this time, Root has already taken the life of the player. The technique she used was very simple. First she pointed her right index finger at the opponent's head in the air. Then, her finger suddenly turned into a mercury-like shape and increased sharply, piercing the opponent's skull like an awl.

It's an understatement, and one hit kills.

"What's the situation?" asked the king of the corpse knife, "if you want to kill, why did you catch it in the first place?" He looked at Guixiao and Shiva suspiciously, "Could it be that beast state? The derivative of want to let another humanoid guy gain experience?"

"According to our observation..." Shiva replied, "That woman seems to be doing some sort of screening..." His expression was solemn, and there was a little fear between his brows. "Her men help him Capture the player and bring it to her, and she will make the final decision."

"What to screen for?" Uncle Waste Chai turned his head and said.

"I don't know." Guixiao replied, "We only know...So far, no one has met her requirements."

Uncle Waste Chai pondered: "That is to say...Are all the captured players killed..."

"I said...Does this matter have anything to do with us?" said the king of the corpse knife. "There is a force in this script that specializes in killing players, so what about it?"

"It's not ~IndoMTL.com~ is a derivative." Gui Xiao corrected.

"Very good... derivative." The corpse knife continued for the king noncommitantly. In his opinion, no matter what those things are called, they are just virtual characters in the game. There is no essential difference." I just want to say that your actions are very confusing to me. Even if you know these things, just make sure you don’t get caught, why bother to inform others? Don’t you want to win this competition..."

"Have you not figured out the situation yet?" Gui Xiao's face was very ugly, and his tone was very depressed. He interrupted the opponent directly and said with a low voice, "Look at that dead man..."

The king of the corpse knife and the uncle waste chai looked at the street again, but they saw... the player's corpse did not turn into white light, but lay upright on the ground, and the brain and blood gradually dripped from the wound. Out, all over the place.

The derivative who had been strengthened by the beast seemed to have a few conversations with Root, and then he picked up the corpse, as if tossing it in trash, and tossed it aside.

At this time, the king of the corpse knife and the uncle waste wood realized... the pile of **** dead bodies on the corner of the street was not a setting on the script map. Those...all are players in this peak battle...