Horror Recovery: I Became a Spiritual Instructor

Hearing this, the prisoners around were even more puzzled. Originally, the theory just now was already in high spirits, which made people confused. Now what about the bloody disaster?
"Brother, what is the blood... bloody disaster you just mentioned? It means that she is about to bleed recently?"

"It sounds scary, but bleeding is a thing that can be big if you say it's big, and it's small if you say it's small. Could it have something to do with hitting a monster?"

"That's right, until now, the logic of the things you said is quite smooth, why did you suddenly pull out that it has something to do with blood? Isn't it too far-fetched?"

"That's right, Brother Zhang, please explain quickly, what is the bloody disaster?"

Zhang Yang suddenly felt a little helpless. He seemed to be giving a lecture to elementary school students. He was talking about multiplication formulas, but in the middle of the lecture, he suddenly found that the group of elementary school students hadn't even learned subtraction clearly.

But if he didn't explain these nouns clearly, he wouldn't be able to continue talking about the reason behind it.

Now that this has already been started, it cannot be ended too hastily, Zhang Yang sighed in his heart, and continued to explain patiently for them.

"The disaster of blood and light, you are right, it is indeed related to blood, but this blood light is not as simple as a fall and a nosebleed, but a natural disaster or a man-made disaster from others. The bleeding is relatively small, and it is possible to die directly. .”

After Zhang Yang finished speaking, he was already quiet, but the warden who was listening to him spoke again.

"So, as long as you meet a monster, you may encounter a bloody disaster?"

This time, Zhang Yang saw a trace of seriousness in the warden's eyes.

Oops, it seems that I hit the right button, it was just an unintentional remark that was just a guess, and it probably hit something.

To be honest, in such an environment, being able to quickly accept Zhang Yang's ideas and ask his own questions like the warden is already amazing.

Zhang Yang felt that if he really taught the class, the warden would probably be regarded as the type of student who learns quickly and likes to learn. Of course, he is willing to solve the problems of this type of students.

Zhang Yang shook his head.

"No, I have already said before that zombies have levels, and I also mentioned that humans are one of the very few creatures that achieve balance among all things, but they are not the only creatures that have levels and can cultivate, right? "

This time, because a topic of interest to the warden was brought up, even he became like the other listening prisoners and nodded intently.

"That's the problem. Let's talk about the creature we saw this time, the zombie."

"This kind of thing is actually not that evil. Although they are transformed by Yin Qi, their main means of attack is still relying on their own flesh. I said before that the zombies we met this time are flying zombies."

"At the previous stage, there was another type of zombie called jumping zombies. At this time, zombies are already invulnerable and steel-framed. So if we use games as an example, zombies should belong to the profession of tanks or fighters. "

Among the people who came in, there were also a few young people who were excited when they heard the game, and it was much easier to understand.

"So powerful? Is there something like a mage?"

"That's right, there are indeed such things as mages. Of course, I'm just using an example. The spells here are just a general term. If you insist on classification, there are also witchcraft and voodoo. You don’t understand it either, and it has nothing to do with this matter, so I won’t explain it.”

"If it's a ghost or a demon with strong natural spiritual power, they will indeed use spells, and often use this to affect people's luck, spirit and even soul, and eventually cause human death or injury to gain their energy. "

Speaking of this, Zhang Yang added a special sentence: "I know you still want to ask me what ghosts and demons are, but it's too much to talk about, so I won't explain it."

The warden frowned obviously thinking, while thinking, he also asked questions.

"Then why does this zombie use spells? Doesn't this conflict with what you said before?"

Zhang Yang didn't answer right away, he smacked his lips, and after talking so much, he was actually a little thirsty.

The prisoners next to him were hearing the wonderful part, and had the same question as the warden, so they almost scrambled over to hand him a glass of water.

This group of people were so enthusiastic, Zhang Yang was a little uncomfortable for a while, but he still took a sip of the water, and then continued to talk.

"Yes, this is why I have always emphasized the level before."

"If a type of thing is not high enough, it can only develop in its own profession. However, when a thing has lived for thousands of years, it may undergo a qualitative change and develop more magical powers... ...that is, skills."

"For example, this flying zombie, his physical body has been developed to the extreme, so what he needs now is the spirit of a human being, just like a demon or a ghost."

"However, as you have seen, this zombie didn't do anything to the female anchor, so it can be said that even if she encounters a bloody disaster, it is not the will of this flying zombie. It's just that this flying zombie is too high, as long as it hits it, That would be bad luck.”

Hearing this, the warden on the opposite side already frowned.

"Just a touch or a face-to-face will kill you..."

His exclamation scared the prisoners next to him.

Among them, Wu was the one who reacted the most. You know, he actually saw a female ghost two days ago, and even had a close contact with it.

If according to what Zhang Yang said, as long as there is contact, something will happen, then wouldn't he...

Although he was still gnashing his teeth and saying that he wanted to trouble Zhang Yang, he was also the one who knew best what Zhang Yang said was the truth.

With a dark face, Wu Hei stood up while propping up his legs that were still trembling from running during the day.

"Then there is no solution? Or, do the affected people have any symptoms?"

If someone else asks a question, Zhang Yang may still feel pity, but now it is Wu who asks the question.

If it wasn't for the fact that the warden on the other side seemed to have an urgent expression, Zhang Yang wouldn't bother to answer him.

"There are solutions, but you ask the question, don't lean over, go aside."

The hot face stuck to the cold butt, Wu couldn't hold back his face, but he had no choice but to quickly retreat to his seat obediently, looking at Zhang Yang like a dog begging for bone.

"If someone is suffering from a bloody disaster, there are many ways to tell. One of the easiest ways is to look at the person's face. If a person's seal is black, it is likely to be a bloody disaster."

"As for the solution..."

Zhang Yang raised three fingers.