The darkness in front of Honghu's eyes suddenly faded away, and his hearing and touch returned almost at the same instant.
He opened his eyes and found himself lying on the ground.
The next second, he suddenly turned over and sat up. Then, what caught his eyes... was a giant black hand and a familiar figure.
"Do you still remember what happened?" Feng Bujue, who was not far away, tilted his head and looked at Honghu and asked.
The latter frowned slightly, thought for a while, and replied: "I was..." He cast his gaze on the rubbing hand, "and was knocked into the ground by it..."
As Honghu said this, he instinctively turned back and glanced at the ground. At this time, his shadow had disappeared, but the shadows of Uncle Useless Chai, Tianma Xingkong and Atobu were still imprinted on the stone road.
"What happened?" Honghu looked at Feng Bujue again and asked, "Did you save me?"
"Nonsense, who else could it be?" Feng Bujue shrugged and replied easily.
"Well...how long is the mission deadline?" Honghu quickly answered.
His first reaction was not to thank Brother Jue, but to seize the time to ask some more pragmatic questions to decide what to do next.
Of course, Feng Bujue had no objection to this. In fact, he very much agreed with this approach, and he would have had the same reaction.
"Don't worry, there are still fifteen minutes." Feng Bujue replied. As he spoke, he pointed behind him with his thumb, "As far as I know, this place is very close to the temple. After turning three pages,
The small slope is just a hundred meters away." He paused, then tapped the rubbing hand on the opposite side with his index finger, "I can deal with this guy within ten minutes and rescue Brother Ma and the others. So...
…We’ll have about five minutes to get on our way, um… there should be no problem.”
"Hmph... You were lucky enough to win against me twice, so you got carried away?" The rubbing hand listened to Brother Jue's words. The more he listened, the more unhappy he became, "I won't lose to you again!"
"Ah...why do these words sound so familiar?" Feng Bujue replied in a mocking tone, "Oh~ By the way, you said almost the same thing a few minutes ago. The only difference is that 'once' now becomes
It became 'twice'."
"Don't be wordy! Come on!" The rubbing hand shouted.
"Okay. Just come..." Feng Bujue responded, raising his hand and preparing to punch.
At this moment, Honghu was filled with surprise and doubt, and thought to himself: "What happened...he actually defeated this guy...twice? How did he do it?"
It's understandable that he would be confused.
Not long ago, after Honghu and three other team members encountered the hand of rubbing, they naturally had the same guessing match. But... they all lost. Moreover, the four of them took turns to play and were defeated one by one. In other words,
, the person ranked at the end has three full games (at least nine rounds) of watching experience, but still failed to defeat the Hand of Rubbing.
By the way, Honghu is the one at the bottom... because the other three people think that it doesn't matter even if they all lose. Anyway, Honghu will definitely learn some rules and tricks from their victory and defeat, and then solve the problem.
Get rid of this mini-BOSS.
It's a pity...Honghu didn't see anything, so the current development happened...
"Come on! Rock...scissors...paper!"
While Honghu was thinking, Brother Jue and Rubbing Hand over there had already started a new round.
"Aha!" Brother Jue curled his lips and smiled, "I won again." He licked his lips, "We have won seven rounds in a row."
"Damn it...you guy..." Although the rubbing hand has no mouth, its voice at this moment definitely sounds like "gnashing teeth".
"What's going on... Is it just luck? Or is it tactics?" Honghu looked at the situation in front of him nervously and thought in his mind, "But generally speaking, there is no strategy for guessing... although I have heard of it."
The saying that "novices will strike first" is of no use in this kind of multi-game duel. Besides, the opponent is not human at all. Even if you want to judge from subtle gestures, eyes or small movements, there is no way to start."
"You are too naive." Feng Bujue suddenly turned his head and said to Honghu.
"Ah?" Honghu was stunned when he heard this.
"Looking at your expression, I know that you are thinking...how I achieved a winning streak." Feng Bujue continued. "Humph...of course this is not luck. If it were luck, I would have been with you by now.
The same, it was spread on the ground."
"Then...this is?" Honghu asked doubtfully.
"I just did the same thing as it." Feng Bujue glanced at the rubbing hand, "predict what the opponent will do in advance, and then make a winning gesture."
"What?" Honghu asked in shock.
"Ha... So you are naive." Feng Bujue laughed dryly and said, "Do you really think... it will play normal guessing games with you?"
Honghu turned his head and glared at the rubbing hand and said: "Tch...so you have some kind of instant prediction ability? How despicable!"
"Stop blabbering!" The rubbing hand replied, "I never said I didn't have this ability, and I didn't say I wasn't allowed to use it!"
"Hehe...well said..." Feng Bujue smiled sinisterly, "Come on, continue."
As soon as he finished speaking, he and Rubbing Hands guessed again, and Brother Jue won again...
"Uh... damn..." Rubbing Hand complained cursingly.
"Come again!" Feng Bujue said again.
In the blink of an eye, it was another round, and Brother Jue still won. So, the good-for-nothing Uncle recovered from the shadow.
Even though the hand of rubbing was extremely angry, it still followed Brother Jue's request, guessing the punches round by round, and followed the agreement that every time it lost a round (three rounds), it would release a player from the rubbing
come out.
Not long after, the four players who were sealed on the ground had all returned to their original state. Under Honghu's explanation, the other three people also knew the general situation.
"Hmph... you are cruel." Seeing that all the chips had been lost, the hand of rubbing said viciously, "Today I admit defeat... end the game, take your companions and get out."
"I refuse." Feng Bujue said the shocking answer simply and neatly.
"What did you say?" Rubbing Hand and the other four players all had this reaction.
"Come on, continue." Feng Bujue said, raising his hand again.
"Wait...wait..." The sharp voice of the rubbing hand began to tremble, "Your companions have recovered, you still have to..."
"You can continue." Feng Bujue interrupted.
"Uh...but...ok..." The rubbing hand was obviously timid, and it replied hesitantly.
"So, what will happen if I win this game?" Feng Bujue asked aggressively.
"Don't go too far!" the rubbing hand roared.
"Hahaha... Actually, you don't have to answer, I have already guessed it." Feng Bujue smiled extremely evilly, "You will be stretched to the ground, right?"
"Uh..." The rubbing hand could not deny it and could only groan angrily.
"As expected..." Feng Bujue smiled grimly, "Come on, come on! Guess! Punch!"
A rather strange scene happened. Although the rubbing hand was unwilling, it still had another round of guessing with Brother Jue. It was as if Brother Jue was the master of this "guessing field".
Two seconds later, both sides took action, and the result was revealed... Feng Bujue won again.
"No... don't do this..." The rubbing hand said nervously, "Stop it!"
"Come again!" Feng Bujue shouted, and then there was another round of victory, and he won again.
"No! Please!" The rubbing hand finally began to plead, "Let's negotiate a deal! Just ask for whatever you want! As long as it's within my ability..."
"Ha..." Feng Bujue smiled indifferently, "At this moment... I only want one thing..." He looked directly at the rubbing hand, "But... I don't need others to give me that kind of thing, I can do it myself."
Just take it..." He said, raising his hand again, "Come again!"
"Ah! Ah -" the rubbing hand howled in horror, but it still guessed the punch, the last punch...
When the failure came, the rubbing hand turned over and fell towards the ground. It was suddenly embedded in the ground and gradually became flat, like a 3D model being forcibly pressed into 2D paper.
Same as the film.
"You... this... madman..." Before the rubbing hand was completely imprinted into the ground, he left the words "shenyin".
"Whatever you say, I still got what I wanted..." Feng Bujue looked down at the giant hand shadow on the ground and said jokingly, "...fun."
Two seconds later, the space around the players expanded instantly. It felt as if a large amount of solidified material suddenly dispersed into gas, but the material was invisible.
"Ah... very good, the barrier has disappeared." Feng Bujue said, "It's almost as I expected. We still have five minutes to get to the Temple of Faith." As he said this, he turned around.
, "Let me lead the way next. I know the general direction."
"Uh... what..." Atobe couldn't help but interrupt at this time, "Aren't you going to explain... what happened just now?"
The other three people were also looking at Brother Jue like they were looking at monsters, and did not dare to approach him.
At first, they were just amazed by Feng Bujue's strength, but then...especially Feng Bujue's words and deeds in the last two minutes, really made the fright level of the teammates jump up. They couldn't help but have an illusion...Feng Bujue
Unconsciously, he is the real villain BOSS, and the rubbing hand is a victim.
"Of course I will explain it." Jue Gela replied in a long tone. This is true. He does like to show off. "But there are less than five minutes left for the main mission. I think we should wait for us."
How about we get to the Temple of Faith?"
"Well... that's right." Honghu quickly calmed down and continued, "Anyway... everyone should hurry up first."
Honghu's response calmed the atmosphere. After hearing the words, everyone hesitated for half a second, then followed suit, and followed Feng Bujue forward quickly.
