Yes, in He Zhao's opinion, he was doing good deeds and accumulating merit. Looking at it, how many people in District 786 wished that the gangsters were dead?
Especially those who have been oppressed and exploited, they just want to peel off their skin, eat their flesh, and drink their blood.
He raised his hand to turn off the TV and began to check the information prompt that popped up in the upper left corner of his sight not long ago.
[Congratulations to the player, "Psychic" (green) LV3, +LV1.]
["Psychic" (green) LV3 → "Psychic" (green) LV4]
Calmly bring up the data panel and open the detailed introduction of the skill.
["Psychic" (Green) LV4: It is not a magical trick of some backward planet, but it is named after the inspiration the creator got from some ancient psychic theories.
It is a key to the world of thoughts. It does not require the help of anything. The spiritual body can freely enter and exit the world of thoughts. Moreover, a coordinate can be left behind to facilitate entry again next time.
(Notice:......)】
"It can be considered as meeting the standards."
Judging from the recent skill levels, the so-called world of thoughts has countless spaces. Each residual thought can actually be called an independent world.
Once broken, it is almost impossible for him to re-enter the last thought world. Unless he can restore the broken remaining thoughts.
Mind beast?
Not sure.
Who is sure whether the weird mind beasts have the ability to freely enter and exit the mind world constructed by other residual thoughts.
"LV4."
The green skill "Psychic" that has been upgraded to level 4 now has the ability to leave coordinates. In this way, even if he dies, he can still find the mind world he last entered.
Laying the most critical foundation for the plan of "Destroying the Mind Beast".
"Two thousand four hundred and ninety."
"Would you like to round up the number?"
After saying that, I couldn't help but shake my head. The planned "Psychic" had met the standard, so there was no rush. Let's get the "Feathers of the Dead" to 2,500 first. At least the number looked pleasing to the eye.
In fact, if he could only condense the outline of one death bird feather every day, he would have to collect three thousand.
In a blink of an eye, ten days flew by.
["Feather of the Dead" (BUFF): Two thousand five hundred. 】
"Comfortable."
The numbers in the upper left corner of his sight made him feel more relaxed than ever before.
"Psychic" (green) LV4, start!
The next second, his spiritual body separated from his body, and blue thoughts rose into the sky. Behind him was a large cloak woven from 2,500 feathers of the dead. Immediately afterwards, bursts of energy emitted from all over his body, sometimes longer and sometimes shorter, sometimes faster and sometimes slower.
of fluctuations.
"brush--"
Soon, a strange space quickly connected with him, and his spiritual body disappeared.
The world is spinning, both feet are on the ground.
In the past, the discomfort of having a stick inserted into my brain and stirred did not appear.
Maybe it's because of the high level of "Psychic" skill?
What comes into view is still the familiar rental house.
The only difference from before was that there was no trace of his sadness in the room.
That's right, after all, if you don't enter the world of thoughts through residual thoughts, how could your own residual thoughts appear.
"Coordinates, coordinates."
Speaking of which, how do you keep the coordinates?
When he finished speaking, blue light spots scattered from his mental body.
The next moment, in the gray and colorless rental house, there was an insignificant blue dot. If you don't look carefully, you will never find it.
"?"
These are the so-called coordinates!
"return."
Following He Zhao's words, the fluctuations emanating from the spiritual body quickly became chaotic.
Later, he returned to the rental house in the real world.
And the coordinates left behind by the world I was reading not long ago can be vaguely perceived.
It seemed as if he could enter again the next moment if he wanted to.
"Quite interesting."
The spiritual body did not return to the body, but communicated with the blue coordinates left behind in the world of thoughts.
"brush--"
He disappeared again.
In the dilapidated rental house, the mental body showed a satisfied expression.
good.
With the ability to freely enter and exit the mind world, and the coordinates to locate the mind world, he did not believe that he could not kill a mind beast.
Of course, you can't provoke anyone who is too fierce.
For example, the giant python with human face and scales a few years ago, or the bird that caught the python.
He doubted that just 2,500 feathers of the dead could consume someone to death.
"You have to find someone tough."
The strange bird died of exhaustion precisely because of its iron head.
"Find the target first."
He tried his best to shrink the waves emitted by himself, quietly left the rental house, and moved along the corners. When using the "Psychic" skill, the bigger the noise, the better, and the faster he died, the better.
But now, it's different.
Don't waste your countless King's Feathers on meaningless mind beasts.
"It's better to be weaker than the strange bird."
Ten minutes, twenty minutes, thirty minutes...
During this period, he only encountered one mind beast.
A bird that blocks out the sky and the sun soars over the gray sky of District 786.
In this regard, he had a bold guess.
The bird may be the terrifying monster that captured the scaly python with a human face.
After all, there must be no other such a huge bird in the world.
If the guess is true, then the speculation not long ago that Nian beasts can freely enter other Nian worlds is valid.
"It feels a bit cold."
Why is the world of free entry and exit less lively than the world of residual thoughts?
One hour, two hours...
I don't know when he started, but a chill enveloped him.
"It's a bit cold."
In addition, the sky is also a bit gloomy.
Moreover, I always feel as if there are countless cold eyes staring at me.
Looking up at the sky, it was clear.
Wait a minute, something is wrong!
In the gray sky, there seems to be a looming outline. If you don't look carefully, you can't see it at all.
It seems that because of Wu Renzhao's discovery, the invisible silhouette simply stopped pretending and showed off his cards.
In an instant, a big eyeball appeared.
"???"
It can be seen that the huge eyeballs, which are the same as those of ordinary people, have six pairs of wings full of feathers. And on its wings, there are neatly arranged and densely packed eyeballs.
Fluke is a well-known and well-known ruthless person, but he is also a little bit numb.
It wasn't that he was afraid. With the "Feather of the Dead" by his side, he thought there was nothing in the world that he was afraid of.
The key is that he has some trypophobia.
Honeycombs, centipede legs, etc., as long as you see them, you will definitely react.
Even though he existed in a spiritual body, he always felt goosebumps all over his body and felt extremely uncomfortable.
"You are guilty..."
"You are guilty..."
"You are guilty!
!”
Ever since the winged eyeball appeared, a faint murmur began to ring in his ears.
At first, it wasn't too violent, and I couldn't hear clearly what was being said.
However, as time passed, the sound in my ears became louder and louder.
In the end, the words "You are guilty" were everywhere in my mind.
If He Zhao had not manifested the 2,500 Feathers of the Dead, or had failed to bless the Eight Pillars of God, the Lord of the Immortal, and the power of Aya Lai's consciousness, he might have lost his way and committed suicide.
It's a pity that all the temptations lower than those of the ancient gods are completely useless to him now.
"Yes, yes, I am guilty."
"You are guilty!"
The murmur is like a bell, and it is like a wake-up call.
"Yes, yes, I am indeed guilty."
"You are guilty!"
The power of the bewitching voice is getting stronger and stronger, but it cannot shake the spiritual body in the slightest.
"Yes, yes, everything you said is right."
The big eyes were flapping their wings in mid-air, and all the eyes showed doubts.
In the past, when prey appeared, shouldn't they offer their bodies for their food?
Why did I encounter him today? He kept admitting his guilt but refused to move.
"I'm guilty."
"I'm really guilty."
"I kill people, blackmail ancient gods, and plunder money everywhere. Either I blow up the planet, or I get bugs and take advantage of loopholes. But, I am really a good person."
A certain person told all his misdeeds with a pious look on his face, but he didn't move his legs anyway and was determined not to get close to the big eyeballs with wings.
Seeing this, the whole body was filled with bewitching and murmuring eyes, and they couldn't help but slowly fly towards him.
When I got closer, I saw the mental body that kept saying "I'm guilty" in its mouth, and Zeng rushed forward with a cry.
It looked like the big bad wolf saw the little white rabbit and highlighted four words - impatient.
"???"
Am I not the hunter?
Co-authored, the prey is actually sent by me.
As soon as he pounced on the winged eyeball, his whole body suddenly burst out with scorching light.
"Kakakaka..."
Tiny cracks appeared in the blue spiritual body.
Countless white and sacred lights bloomed from the cracks.
"Kacha!"
The spiritual body collapsed, and the holy light suddenly appeared.
A pure black cloak woven from the feathers of the dead. One of the feathers lost color and fell back to its outline.
In the real world, he woke up in a body sitting cross-legged on the sofa.
"Psychic."
The spiritual body left the body for the second time today, and immediately communicated with the blue coordinates left on the spot subconsciously when it encountered the big eyeball with wings.
"brush--"
The big eyes in the world of memory looked at the burned residue all over the ground with a look of confusion on their faces.
How dare the other party do it.
Weak and simply pitiful.
As a result, before it took off, the familiar spiritual body appeared in front of me again.
"???"
When his eyes were full of doubts, he was so anxious that he pounced on him again.
This time he was even more anxious than the last time, like a virgin who wanted to have sex, and he didn’t even have time to take off his pants, so he jumped!
The feeling of burning came over me, and the ending was exactly the same as last time, with no difference at all.
The big eyes looked at the spiritual body that died for the second time, suspended in place blankly, at a loss.
"brush--"
The third time, the spiritual body appears for the third time.
Still... raw!
The fourth time, the fifth time, the sixth time...
The hundredth time, the two hundredth time, the three hundredth time...
After a hundred times, the hot holy light emitted by the big, winged eyes became much duller.
Especially on its wings, there are neatly arranged eyes, some of which are even closed.
It looks like it consumes a lot of money.
The thousandth time, the two thousandth time, the two thousand four hundredth time.
At this moment, the six pairs of small eyes on the wings of the big eyes have all been closed.
Only the biggest eyeball is struggling to hold on.
It's not that it doesn't want to leave, but that every time He Zhao pounces on it, its whole body breaks apart and burns, and then reappears and pounces again the next moment, in an infinite loop.
Even though it has six pairs of wings, it is actually not good at flying.
Otherwise, he would have flown away long ago.
Two thousand four hundred and ten times, two thousand four hundred and fifty times, two thousand four hundred and ninety times.
He is also suffering in his heart, you big eyes, why haven't you exhausted all your energy...ah, it should be said that the oil is exhausted and the lamp is exhausted.
The two thousand four hundred and ninety-nineth time, the two thousand five hundredth time!
When the black cloak completely turned into a faint outline, his eyes turned red.
"boom!"
As the mental body explodes, a new information prompt pops up in the upper left corner of the line of sight.
[Death Beginning (DEBUFF): A gift from the Eight Pillar God, Lord of Death, Aldis, your spiritual body has already died once. Please add a dead soul within twenty-four hours to offset your
of debt.
Once the debt is not repaid in time within twenty-four hours, the messenger of Aldis, the Death Bird, will come and take away your soul to offset the debt owed.
(Note: Death is the destination of all living things.)
(Warning: No one can default on the debt to the Eight Pillar God, Lord of Death, Aldis!)
(Countdown:23:59:15)]
"Come again."
Two souls are in debt, three souls are in debt, and four souls are in debt.
One hundred souls are in debt, two hundred souls are in debt, three hundred souls are in debt.
Until, the debt amount reaches 500.
Finally, the big eyes closed.
"Bang!"
When it suddenly collapsed, a pure white thought crystal came into view.
"call--"
He died three thousand times before consuming the opponent alive.
For this reason, he had to bear the debt of five hundred dead souls.
"True value."
A few years ago, when killing strange birds, it was definitely not three thousand times.
The quality of the pure mind crystal left behind by the big eyes far exceeds that of the bird grafted on the head.
"brush--"
His spiritual body disappeared into the world of thoughts and returned to his body in the real world.
When he opened his eyes, there was a pure white thought crystal in his hand.
"First wipe out the debt, and replenish the Feather of the Dead by the way."
After he finished speaking, he took the Pure Mind Crystal with him and left the rental house in a new look.
That night, fighting broke out again in the bar in District 786.
The next day, in the early morning, I came back in a hurry.
He did not resist the alluring sweet smell exuding from the pure white crystal in his hand, and took the initiative to let go of his mental thoughts.
In the air, wisps of scent invisible to the naked eye rush into the nostrils.
The body merges into the spirit, and the spirit is replenished at that moment.
In the blink of an eye, the pure thought crystal shrank in size, only two-thirds of its original size.
"How come the data panel prompt hasn't popped up yet?"
After saying this, familiar information prompts popped up one after another in the upper left corner of his sight.
[Would you like to save 1 free gene ascension attribute point? 】
【whether】
"!
!”
His eyes couldn't help but open a little wider, what the hell?
Free Gene Ascension Attribute Points!
When will I...
Subconsciously, he lowered his head and looked at the pure thought crystal held in his hand.
Is it because of absorbing a lot of pure thoughts?
Although it is not clear why the last time I absorbed the yellow crystal of the strange bird, there was no message prompt whether to save free gene attribute points.