"Brother Jue... this... this... is..." Wang Tanzhi was frightened and stuttered again.
"If I don't interrupt you, you're going to keep going like this [beep——], right?" Feng Bujue said.
Long Aomin turned around: "Crazy brother, why can you say silence words?"
"Obviously because I didn't mean it to be insulting when I said this curse word, this behavior was not directly stopped by the system. However, the word itself was not very elegant, so it was silenced." Feng.
Bujue explained: "It seems that now is not the time to dwell on this issue, right?"
Ping ping ping ping... clatter...
The sound of exploding light bulbs and the sound of glass shards flying to the ground could not be heard. At this time, all the wall lamps around the restaurant exploded, plunging the room into darkness.
Almost before the dust settled on these sounds, Feng Bujue had already taken out the flashlight from his bag, turned on the switch, shined the light directly upward, and pointed it at his face, "Why bother... just turn it off."
That’s all, you don’t have to be surprised.” He said while putting on the [Eye of Hate] on himself.
Xiaotan and Brother Long saw the light unfolding upward in the darkness, so they turned their backs towards Feng Bujue and slowly retreated to his side. At the same time, they also took out the flashlights from their bags and turned them on, each lighting up the front.
A fan-shaped area.
On the other side, Xiu Ruoli and Sadling Xiaogu naturally have lighting means. What Xiu Ruoli took out was an old-fashioned lantern. Although it looks old in appearance, the properties of this item are not bad:
[Name: Constant low light lantern]
[Type: Tool]
[Quality: dilapidated]
[Function: lighting]
[Special effect: never extinguishes]
[Note: This lantern was once a powerful magic prop, but it was never repaired after being severely damaged. It can only illuminate a range of about five meters around. Turning the switch cannot control its brightness.
It can’t be closed either, but fortunately it still retains the characteristic of unlimited fuel]
She placed the lantern directly on the long table. As the item description said, the lamp was always on, and the illumination range was a sphere with a radius of five meters.
Sadling Xiaogu took out a yellow miner's hat, turned on the round light in front of the hat, and held it in her hand. Perhaps because she felt it was uncomfortable or ugly to wear, she did not wear it to the top of her head.
Several people lowered their breathing and listened to see if there was any threat approaching in the quiet darkness.
Suddenly, a few bells rang softly from above. Everyone followed the sound and looked up, only to see that the large glass chandelier directly above the dining table was tilted by some force. The person it was aiming at was... Feng.
Unaware.
In the blink of an eye, the steel cable above the chandelier suddenly burst, and an object as big as half a washing machine flew straight towards Feng Bujue. His first reaction was to crawl under the table.
But there is a person whose reactions and actions are faster than Feng Bujue, and more than one step faster.
Xiyuruoli tapped her foot lightly, stepped on the chair, rose gracefully, and jumped into the air. Her movements were strong, but her figure did not lose the gentleness unique to a woman. The sword's edge was cold, and so was her gaze. The sword came out as fast as a giant.
, as powerful as thunder. She cut off the flying chandelier cleanly. After the metal bracket of the lamp body was split into two, the object fell vertically as if it had lost strength, and large pieces of glass shattered all over the floor.
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Ruo Ruoli fell lightly, brushing away a strand of hair that fell to her forehead with one hand, and standing with a sword in her other hand, without even breathing faster. It was truly a majestic and heroic figure.
Xiao Tan and Brother Long were shocked at that time. The image of Feng Bujue smashing the green corpse's head yesterday instantly seemed extremely low-end in their minds... The ruthless decapitator heroine in front of them surpassed him ten times in terms of technical content and ferocity.
The feeling of the street...comparing the battle scenes between these two people is like comparing Qin Fake Immortal to the Scar of the Wind. It is really impossible to watch.
"You're welcome." Seeing Feng Bujue opening his mouth to speak, Xiyu said directly.
Feng Bujue swallowed the words in his heart, "Thank you, heroine, for helping me rescue you." He thought to himself: Fortunately, he didn't say it out loud. This line is reserved for low-level characters in martial arts movies.
He cleared his throat and said, "Well... Xiyu, can you turn that lantern a little brighter?"
"No." Siyu replied directly.
"Well...can you show it to me?" Feng Bujue asked.
"Why?" Siyu asked.
"I have a skill that can repair malfunctioning instruments and tools in a short time." Feng Bujue said, "If your lantern is of below average quality..."
Before he could finish his words, Xi Yuruoli used his sword to gently pick up the lantern on the table and brought it to him in an instant: "Destroyed."
She likes to speak concisely and to the point, and he naturally understands it. He takes the equipment and uses [Sloppy Repair]. As a result, the system prompts him: [Failed to use skills]. Feng Bujue didn't pay much attention to it, because failure is normal, and his
Equipment Specialization is now at level F, and the success rate of skill activation is 20%. The one-time success when casting the flashlight last time is obviously good luck.
This time he was not so lucky. He used it twice more and finally succeeded. The skill that consumed 100 stamina took 300 to use. The lantern suddenly lit up after returning to normal quality, lighting up the entire restaurant.
All are clearly lit.
This restaurant is quite large, and can be said to be the largest of all the rooms that everyone passed by. At this time, everyone saw a figure, or... a ghost, in the corner farthest from them.
He was a middle-aged man, wearing a black classic suit, with pale skin and sunken eye sockets. His sharp facial features, broad sky, and square jaw made him unforgettable at a glance.
According to some popular legends, the image of ghosts, such as clothing, etc., is often the way they looked just before death, or the appearance they most often maintained during their lifetime. Judging from the appearance and demeanor of this person, he is probably Roderick.
Usher is correct.
Originally, this ghost figure was hiding in a corner that could not be reached by the flashlight, hiding in the dark shadows. But at this moment, the sudden light of the lantern made him unable to hide.
Roderick seemed to be afraid of this light. He covered his eyes with his hands, curled up and let out a sharp roar.
Feng Bujue was holding a lantern, without any fear, approaching the ghost with steady steps, and his tone sounded confident: "Mr. Usher, please tell us how to get out of here?"
"Don't come over..." Roderick said, "Otherwise you will..." The first half of what he said sounded very gentle, and even made people feel that he was a little weak, but when he said the last few words
At that moment, he took his hands away from his face, revealing a twisted face, roaring like a hysterical beast: "...pay the price!"
Feng Bujue stood one meter in front of him without any reaction. Several people behind him were frightened to varying degrees by Roderick's sudden change.
"What do you want? Control the chair to hit me on the back of the head?" Feng Bujue knew that this guy was just an untouchable ghost and could only control things in the room to attack him.
Soon after, a chair actually floated up and flew quickly behind Feng Bujue.
This time, Long Aomin was closer. He took a long step forward. He stretched out his arm and used [Fragments of Ultron] to help Feng Bujue block the blow.
"There are five people here, and you seem to be particularly interested in me..." Feng Bujue said in an aggressive tone: "Where is Madeleine's body? Is it placed with your own?"
"Ah -" Roderick roared wildly, and the plates, knives, forks, candlesticks and other scattered objects on the dining room table all floated up.
Without saying anything, Feng Bujue took out the [Slow Quicksand] from his bag and quickly threw the bottle on the ground.
This item can only slow down "monsters" within a radius of 100 meters by ten times, and cannot physically slow down the movement of "objects". However, after being slowed down, Rodrick seems to have an unknown force that keeps those objects floating.
It was also affected, causing those floating objects to fall directly.
To use an analogy...the "mental movement" of these ghosts is like riding a bicycle. If you slow down the movement ten times, it will not slow down, but fall.
Feng Bujue raised the lantern forward and pointed the flashlight at Roderick. Facing this incorporeal ghost, he had no way to attack, so he had to try to use the light that the other party feared to exert some influence.
Roderick made a low and lengthy sound in his mouth, and turned around very slowly, as if he wanted to block the light with his hands and escape, but his movements were too slow, and it was of no use at all.
"The difficulty of this script is very average... As long as you have powerful lighting equipment, stay alert when facing the traps in the big house, and don't be fooled by hallucinations and the like, you don't have to worry about the survival value at all." Feng Bujue said: "It should be
It is a script that mainly tests courage rather than combat ability." His hand holding the lantern simply passed through Roderick's body, and the light made the ghost become more and more transparent, but this could not eliminate the opponent.
A minute passed quickly, and Roderick retreated into the wall. Feng Bujue shrugged in disappointment, returned to the long table, and put down the lantern.
"Let's sort out our thoughts." Feng Bujue held up a wooden chair, sat down and said, "The plot items that were moved after the death of Brother Invincible should be nearby. We have to find them first..."
Sadling took out the letter directly and said: "This is it, but the information it can provide is very limited. What can be inferred is that... the owner of the house who wrote the letter is not mentally normal, is suffering from illness, and invited a friend
Come and visit yourself.”
"Can I take a look?" Feng Bujue asked.
"Of course." Sadling handed the letter to him and added by the way: "If you are looking for any hidden information such as the concatenation of letters in the first line or Roman pinyin, there is nothing in this letter." She just glanced at it briefly.
This has been confirmed.
Feng Bujue read the intermittent letter for a minute and said: "Players who have read the novel may guess that this is the House of Usher from the content of this letter. Players who have not read it can learn more about it.
Basic plot setting." He returned the letter to Sad Spirit: "This item cannot bring out the script. It seems to be just an ordinary main plot annotation, and it basically cannot promote the progress of the game."
Sadling said: "Then please explain the current situation in detail. You seem to know the story very well, and... the ghost was obviously watching you and attacking just now. It's okay for me to hold plot items. This is also true.
For some reason?"
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