As soon as Brother Jue said these words, the doomsday attack turned into white light and left the script.☆→,
It's just that... even though the person is dead, the large amount of blood that flowed out when he was struggling on the ground is still there, and those "things" approaching from the darkness are coming for this blood.
"Ah" not long after, the rustling sound gradually turned into a clear whisper.
Approaching along with those voices... were thin, hunched, strange shapes.
"Hmm... 'ghost', right..." Feng Bujue stood calmly, looking at the translucent "human" figures with cold eyes, and said in his mouth, "Judging from the clothing and number... it should be this
The citizens of Liuhe Town haven’t run away.”
While Brother Jue was speaking, the ghosts of the townspeople had already passed through the wall and surrounded him from all sides.
"If nothing else, I was attracted by the fresh smell of blood..." Feng Bujue muttered as he moved quickly, "Let's see what they will do..." As he said that, he started to work hard
With one step, he passed over the heads of the ghosts and flew up the wall.
"Ah!" Some of the ghosts who were relatively close to Brother Jue reacted when he flew over their heads, but after he flew past quickly, they only called out a few times and showed no intention of catching up.
After a moment... all the ghosts gathered around the pool of blood on the ground, knelt down like animals, and began to frantically lick the bright red liquid on the ground.
However, Brother Jue immediately discovered that...the tongues of these ghosts could not touch the entity at all, whether it was the soil on the ground or the blood that gradually soaked into the soil...they could not lick it. Moreover, the ghosts could not interact with each other.
Many of the ghosts touching each other and kneeling beside the bloodstains "traveled" through each other's bodies, overlapping each other like projections.
"This is weird..." Feng Bujue mused, "Since these monsters can't touch the surrounding physical objects, and can't interfere with their own kind, how do they 'stand' on the surface..."
Just as he was thinking, something strange happened before his eyes.
But... the pool of blood left by the doomsday attack gradually turned dark red under the "licking" of the ghosts, and... began to emit a foul smell.
Although the pool of liquid was not physically touched by the ghosts, this "change" undoubtedly occurred after the ghosts approached.
"I see... If you keep those monsters close, the blood will be 'corrupted' like this, right..." Brother Jue, who witnessed this process with his own eyes, started thinking rapidly, "Open trauma...
...The smell of blood...attracts nearby monsters...the blood changes in the body..." A series of keywords flashed before his eyes, twisting into a chain of reasoning, "That is to say...in this game, once injured and bleeding,
It must be dealt with very thoroughly. Otherwise, the ghosts will be entangled..." He looked down at the group of evil ghosts at his feet, "Although the moving speed of these monsters is about the same as that of an old man walking around, they are all
They can ignore obstacles and even the collision volume of each other... They move in a straight line towards the target. It is easier to deal with in open places, but if they are chased by them in a relatively narrow or dark indoor environment...
…That would be pretty bad.”
While Brother Jue was conducting analysis, the blood on the ground had completely turned into dark red "stinky blood". At the same time, the ghosts seemed to have lost interest in the liquid.
After a few seconds, the ghosts all raised their heads... and looked at Brother Jue on the wall.
"Huh? What are you doing?" Facing this chilling scene, Feng Bujue's expression remained unchanged as he muttered, "Could it be that you..."
What he was referring to by "could it" happened in the next second... I saw those ghosts raising their arms in twisted movements, and floating up one after another...
"Very good..." The reason Brother Jue said "good" was because the situation in front of him just explained the question he had thought about before, "How do the ghosts 'stand' on the ground?"
"It turns out you were just 'floating' against the ground..." Feng Bujue muttered as he put the bloody kitchen knife and the Orb of Thunder back into his bag, "Then let me have a look...
...Would you react to living creatures without wounds on their bodies..."
Obviously, Brother Jue is doing experiments again.
Under the dim moonlight, in the bloody courtyard, a large group of eerie ghosts make creepy groans and slowly surround you... This scene, like a horror movie, has attracted many people who are watching the live broadcast.
The audience's hair stood on end.
But Feng Bujue... just stared with dead eyes, as if nothing had happened, trying every possible opportunity to test the bottom line of various settings in the script.
"Uh uh..."
After Brother Jue put away the kitchen knife, the ghosts did not stop moving immediately, and the low moans continued.
But after a few seconds, when the smell of blood lingering in the air dissipated... the ghosts' flying speed slowed down significantly; in addition, their low moans full of "hungry" also stopped.
After a few more seconds, the ghosts' movements almost completely stopped. They seemed to have lost their target and were spinning in place.
About thirty seconds later, these monsters fell back to the ground in unison...or, in other words, floated to a height equal to the ground, and then began to move towards some shadows that were not illuminated by the moon...
At first, Feng Bujue just silently observed their actions on the wall. When the ghosts scattered and floated more than ten meters away, he suddenly opened his voice and started singing with a cry: "Yo... descendants of the mountains... love the sun."
Hey, the sun loves you, the people in the mountains..."
His sudden move first startled all the spectators who were watching the game, and then... people turned from shock to stunned. After being stunned for a few seconds, they couldn't help bursting into laughter.
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"Hey...this guy must be a psychopath..."
"Hahahaha... I can't do it anymore... What is this and what is it?"
"Hahaha...it scares me when I open my voice...but what on earth is going on..."
"Brother Jue! We can still be friends without singing!"
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Of course, Brother Jue doesn't know the audience's reaction now, and he doesn't care what the audience's reaction will be. He sang these times just to test the "reaction mode" of the ghosts.
As a result...the ghosts ignored him unhappily.
When Feng Bujue sang the phrase "The folk songs here are arranged in rows, and the folk songs here are arranged in rows," the ghosts who had just gathered here had all disappeared from his sight. From a data perspective... these
Once a monster walks into the shadows where light cannot reach it, it will enter a place similar to "phase space" and disappear temporarily.
"Huh..." At this point, Brother Jue finally exhaled and stopped his singing, "Well... it seems that these guys only follow the 'smell' action and don't respond to sounds or pictures..."
Thinking of this, Feng Bujue shrugged: "Well...at least I have mastered the behavior of the monsters." After saying that, he turned around and prepared to leave here.
However...
At this moment, a strong gust of wind hit Brother Jue at a forty-five-degree angle from directly in front of him.
Feng Bujue's reaction was really fast. In this flash of lightning, he leaned back by instinct. He barely avoided the attack with an extreme posture... and let the chop fly close to the tip of his nose.
passed.
"I [beep]" Then, Brother Jue cursed, took advantage of the situation and took advantage of Newton's side kick, moved one meter sideways on the wall, regained his balance, and shouted to the front, "Who's coming?"
who?"
"Do you really need me to declare my identity?" At this time, the captain of Corpse Swordsman Team [Xian Ye Wei Wang] was already standing on the stone road outside the courtyard wall. He was holding a fierce broadsword and looking at it.
Brother Jue from above replied, "According to my estimation... Captain Crazy, you must have studied our team's game videos before the game, right?"
"Oh~" Feng Bujue quickly recognized the other party, "I asked who it is~ It turns out to be Captain Xianye..." He pretended to be a long voice and continued. "As expected of the Corpse Sword First Division.
The captain... found me so quickly."
"You..." The corners of Xian Yeweiwang's mouth twitched uncontrollably, and his tone revealed a deep sense of pain, "...in the middle of the night...standing on the wall...singing two-thirds of the song
"Eighteen Bends on the Mountain Road"..." At this point, he paused for two seconds. He organized his words, "Let me put it this way...as long as there are people within a radius of one kilometer...even if they haven't heard those previous shots.
Xiang, I will definitely come over and take a look..."
"Oh~" Feng Bujue replied as he calmly took out his military shovel from his bag, "I didn't expect you, Captain Xian, could also tell you the title of the song "Eighteen Bends on the Mountain Road". Now
Not many young people know this anymore... It seems that your taste in music is very much in tune with mine."
"I..." I also looked at Wang Xu first, looked at Brother Jue warily and said, "I don't want to continue talking to you on this topic..."
Brother Jue ignored the others and continued: "What is that... there is a saying in an ancient poem... When you meet a close friend on the road, it is difficult to leave, and I sing and dance to say goodbye to you..."
"Which dimension did you hear this ancient Indian poem from?"
"I think... it's better to choose a day than to hit it." Feng Bujue continued, "Why don't you and I sing a song "Old Folk Song" first, and then fight after we finish singing."
"I refuse..." Xian Yeweiwang answered decisively.
But……
"Hey~ eh... Tai Chi Kung Fu to make steamed buns~ earth-shattering..." Brother Jue took advantage of the situation and sang.
"I said... are you sure this is "Song of the Mountain"... and not an insert song in "Shaolin Football"..." Xian Yewei Wang's expression seemed to be constipated, and he was extremely embarrassed.
"No, no, no... the insertion song of Shaolin Football should be..." Feng Bujue shook his head and sang in a different tune, "Shaolin Kung Fu Awakening~ Good thing! Shaolin Kung Fu Jin~ It's good..."
"You... give me..." At this moment, Xian Yeweiwang finally couldn't bear it anymore, "... enough is enough!"
He shouted wildly, raised his knife and flew up the wall.
At this moment, Xianye is the king... He really can't wait a second, because he feels that if he continues to get involved with Brother Jue, he will go crazy.
"Haha..." Feng Bujue sneered when he saw the opponent coming to kill him, and said in his heart, "It's true... Today's Corpse Sword team members are obviously different from usual... It seems... they haven't taken any medicine...
