The sound of moon steps breaking through the sky was heard frequently, and a swift shadow advanced at high speed in the mid-air of the swamp.
Because it took too much time to communicate with Fuling, Feng Bujue had to speed up his journey.
He returned to the edge of the taunting forest based on his memory, and successfully found the footprints left by the four of them. Then, he continued to follow those footprints and reached the edge of the swamp.
At this moment, there are still twenty-two minutes before the completion time limit of the main task.
"Hey...what is this..." When Feng Bujue walked to the edge of the swamp, he saw something very strange on the stone road ahead - four black human-shaped stains.
"No way..." Although he couldn't see clearly from a distance, he had an ominous premonition in his heart.
With an anxious mood, Brother Jue walked along the gravel path onto the stone road. He walked quickly to the stains, lowered his head and looked carefully. At this distance, he could finally confirm...these four stains.
Ji, respectively, are the outlines of Uncle Waste Chai, Tianma Xingkong, Honghu and Jibu.
"What kind of PLAY is this..." Feng Bujue muttered with empty eyes, "Smear your whole body with ink and then lie down on the ground to take a souvenir..." He immediately rejected this inference, "Hmm... No. These four stains are
Just like the silhouette, the edges are very smooth, and there is not even a drop of extra black spots around them. They are not 2D characters in cartoons. Even if their whole bodies are immersed in liquid, they cannot make such stains on the ground...
"
Thinking of this, Brother Jue knelt down and prepared to reach out to touch the stain. He wanted to check what it was.
Unexpectedly, at this moment...a strong wind passed by. A black shadow suddenly came from the side.
Feng Bujue reacted quickly. He took advantage of the situation and jumped uphill (the downhill was towards the swamp) to distance himself from the unknown threat. In this gap of lightning and flint, [Death Poker] appeared.
In his hands, he is ready to go.
"Haha... your skills are pretty good too." A sharp voice said.
Brother Jue turned around and locked eyes with the enemy. It was... a black, void, huge palm.
"Oh? It's not bad, isn't it..." Feng Bujue said in a rather calm tone, with a completely unsurprised expression on his face. "So... you have met a few before.
He’s a pretty good guy.”
Brother Jue's choice of words was impeccable. He neither pointed out who those "guys" were, nor did he say what relationship they had with him. He simply used the content of the short sentence in the other person's mouth to make a reasonable statement.
Inference, and then use the other person's words in turn.
"They are on the ground..." The black hand tapped the stain on the ground with his index finger, and then laughter came out of his palm. "Haha... you will be like them soon. Hehe... I
It allows you to choose a good posture."
"Tch...has the whole army been wiped out..." Feng Bujue glanced at the four figures on the ground again, and said thoughtfully, "But... from the game menu, it seems that they are all still alive. There should be a way to recover...
…”
"What's wrong? Are you too scared to speak?" The black hand answered aggressively.
"Are you the 'Hand of Rubbing'?" When Feng Bujue asked this question, the expression on his face gradually turned cold. This showed that... he was getting a little serious.
"Ha... Traveler from another world, do you actually know me?" The rubbing hand said with a smile.
Of course Feng Bujue doesn't know this guy... However, Brother Jue just got a lot of information from Fuling, so he knows that there are four guards on Zui Mo Island. They are 'hands, eyes, heart, and soul'
, the 'hand' in it is called the rubbing hand.
"Hmph... I know a thing or two..." Bluffing is Feng Bujue's specialty. As soon as he heard that he guessed correctly, he immediately sneered and said, "I also know... the strength of you guards is actually very average. But
...You each have a special ability." He pointed to the ground, "These four...were they stuck on the ground because of your little trick, right?"
Brother Jue's words were also a test. He pretended to know the other party very well and showed an arrogant and contemptuous attitude to anger the other party. In fact... he had no idea what the abilities of the four guards were.
It wasn't that Fuling refused to tell Brother Jue, but that even she didn't know.
"A little trick?" the rubbing hand raised its sharp voice, "Humph...you fool, how dare you say that?" When it said this, it actually turned its back (hand)
Go and raise the middle finger to Brother Jue, "I'm going to let you learn... my little trick."
"Okay~ That's exactly what I meant." Feng Bujue replied.
At the moment, Brother Jue's physical and spiritual energy are both stretched thin. After using Nan Dou Fei Long Fist, Qigong Cannon, and a large number of Moon Steps, his body is naturally showing signs of fatigue. If he fights the opponent normally,
Their chances of winning may not be even 50%. Furthermore... Uncle Good-for-nothing and the others are definitely not bad at direct combat, and they have the strength in numbers, but how could they be defeated?
Obviously, if you want to defeat this guard, conventional methods will not work.
"You want to play something evil..." Brother Jue raised the corner of his mouth and glanced at the other party with malicious eyes, "I will accompany you to the end."
"Ha! I will stop you from being arrogant right away!" The rubbing hand shouted sharply and raised his palm.
The next second, the space around them condensed, and a mist-like shadow surrounded the person's hand, framing a cylindrical area.
"Hehe...Welcome to...the field of guessing!" The palm of the rubbing hand smiled sinisterly.
"Huh?" Feng Bujue stretched his face and said feebly, "So this is the ability?" He put on an expression of disgust and contempt, squinted at the other party and said, "I thought you would do some more tricks.
There are some technical tricks, such as pole dancing and so on..."
"What is that..." The momentum of the rubbing hand dissipated in an instant, and his tone was full of pain.
"It's a form of dance." Feng Bujue shrugged.
"I have heard of pole dancing..." Rubbing Hand said.
"No, no, that one is for people with bodies." Feng Bujue said, "If you say... you need to find a pillar and get a few barrels of lubricant..."
"That's a crappy dance! It's so technical! Just stop it!" The hand of rubbing interrupted with a roar.
"As a person with a right hand, your consciousness is really childish and ridiculous..." Feng Bujue raised his right hand with a solemn expression, the shape of his hand was like a flame, "Huh... you are like a man standing at knee height.
In the deep water, but you claim to have seen the ocean, you are the real fool..." He slowly changed his gesture and raised his middle finger to the rubbing hand, "In front of this hand of God
, you are not even qualified to make dirty gestures!"
"In a sense, you are really a god..." The Hand of Rubbing couldn't help complaining, "With a passionate, domineering, and aloof attitude... you made such obscene words and deeds as if nothing had happened..."
"Ha... I'll save the mourning of the lost dog until after the defeat." Feng Bujue waved his arm, "Let's fight! Isn't it just guessing?"
Seeing that the other party had stopped talking, Rubbing Hand also snorted and brought the topic back to the topic: "Huh... don't worry... this is obviously not an ordinary guessing game. For the sake of fairness, before starting, I want to say the following rules
."
"Oh...if the opponent doesn't know the rules, the ability won't be fully effective, right..." Feng Bujue replied directly.
"What a shame!" Someone revealed his rubbing hand instantly, and he became a little angry, "If you don't want to hear what we're doing, let's just waste it like this! There is absolutely no way to escape from this realm!"
"Okay... Just say it." Feng Bujue spread his hands and pretended to shake his head.
"First of all, let me talk about the rules about winning and losing." The rubbing hand continued, "Rock beats scissors, scissors beats paper, and paper beats rock. If both sides come up with the same thing, it will be a draw." He said.
While speaking, he changed his hands and made the shapes of rock, scissors, and paper respectively. "A certain side will be the winner after winning three times. There is no limit on the interval between each round. If you are willing, the interval between two rounds will be
A week is fine, hehe... as long as you are not afraid of starving to death in the guessing game."
"Yeah, there's more." Feng Bujue nodded and responded.
"If I win..." Rubbing Hand said, "I will slap you into the ground." He paused, "Just like what I did to them..."
"Sorry to interrupt." Feng Bujue interrupted, "Excuse me...are the four of them competing with you one by one?"
"Yes." The rubbing hand replied, "But... I trapped all four of them in the guessing field from the beginning to prevent them from leaving their companions and escaping."
"That is to say... when you compete with the first person, the other three people are watching..." Feng Bujue added.
"Yes." The other party replied.
"Then you defeated the first person and knocked him into the ground. The second person came to compete with you, and so on..." Feng Bujue continued, "You defeated four of them in a row..."
"Hehe...that's right." The rubbing hand replied proudly, "How is it? Are you scared?"
Brother Jue did not answer the question, but said calmly: "I understand, please continue to talk about the rules."
"Hmph..." The rubbing hand suddenly felt bored. It clenched its fist and continued what it said before, "If you win... although we all know that it is impossible... but in case, that kind of thing
If it really happens, then...I will let you pass here."
"Are you just letting me pass alone?" Feng Bujue said. He seemed to already know something and said with confidence, "Then what if I beat you again? In other words, achieve the 'three wins' again."
"Hehe..." The rubbing hand smiled slyly, "Those four people... are indeed your companions, right?"
Feng Bujue remained silent.
The rubbing hand did not need his recognition. It pointed at the figure on the ground and said with a smile: "From the second time on, every time you beat me three times, I will release a person from the ground and give him the right to pass.
." His voice deepened, "But you have to think clearly...excluding the tied games, if you lose three games in every five games..."
