Gamers Are Fierce

Li Ang did not explain the principle of this operation in detail to his two companions. He let go of the mule and looked at the pen suspended above the paper.

When he generated a helping hand for the mule just now, he deliberately made that hand stick firmly to the surface of the pen to prevent the pen from breaking away.

Tons, tons, tons.

The mule standing next to him was silent, just drinking the healing potion in large gulps, and the small wounds on his body healed quickly.

This healing potion is produced by the Demonic Scientists Alliance. Its effect is far inferior to the miniature life potion sold in the system mall. It cannot cure fatal injuries immediately.

But the advantage is that it is cheap (relatively speaking), and it is completely affordable for mid-to-high-level players.

What to do now?

Black Saint asked hesitantly.

Can you see what's wrapped around this?

Li Ang squinted his eyes and asked casually: Is there a way to directly remove it? Or communicate with it?

Look, you can see,

Black Saint Son answered honestly, But in my spiritual vision, it is just a ball of chaotic gas that keeps changing colors.

It's not like a spirit body with a sound mind and memories of life, and capable of rational communication.

It's probably impossible to communicate through dialogue.

As for lifting or sealing...it's probably very difficult.

And hasn't it calmed down now? I don’t have any more agitation to attack, so I can just leave it alone, right?

Li Ang turned his head when he heard this and glanced at Black Saint.

In fact, when he entered the script, he kept the [Secret Digger] title skill activated.

Secretly collecting information about other players.

The secrets of the others can be seen at a glance. Only the situation of Black Saint Son, Bai Haozheng and Ω is special - there are only a few secrets floating above their heads.

The [Secret Digger] title skill is functioning normally. The only explanation is that these three players expected that someone would spy on their minds and took targeted preventive measures in advance.

Mundane means, such as the subconscious defense line against thought thieves in Inception\

,"It cannot resist the special effects of [Secret Digger].

Mysteries only yield to higher mysteries,

Black Son, Bai Haozheng and Ω must carry equipment, props and skills with a priority higher than or equal to [Secret Digger], which can resist mind-reading special effects.

Therefore, Li Ang only suspected that Black Saint Son had a spirit-killing tool at the moment, and did not confirm it immediately.

There has to be a way to prevent it.

Li Ang pretended to spread his hands casually, and looked at the Black Saint's face from the corner of his eye, trying to analyze the other person's psychological activities from the subtle tremors of the facial muscles.

However, the Black Saint hid his true emotions very well, and it seemed that no clues could be found.

Close the door first.

Li Ang did not dwell too much on this issue. He released a [Debris Scatter], closed the door of room 0408 from a distance, then turned around and picked up the paper on the table.

On the front of the paper was written what the mule had experienced tonight.

According to the experience of previous players, this kind of abnormal event that is not immediately fatal will not cause problems as long as it lasts until dawn and the curfew time is over.

After triggering the abnormal event, Mule erred on the side of caution and asked some innocuous questions.

For example, what color is the sofa in the room, the number of chairs, etc.

She deliberately spoke slowly, and there was a long period of time between the two questions, pretending to think, and delaying time for herself.

This 'thing' we invited can clearly tell the number and color of the sofas in the room,

Li Ang groaned and said slowly: There are several possibilities. One, it has eyes and can sense the outside world.

Second, it was a guest of the hotel or was part of the hotel itself.

Three, it can read minds.

Fourth, there are overlaps in the above reasons.

Hmm... By the way, have you ever tried leaving it alone without talking?

Um?

The mule was stunned when he heard this, Leave it to dry?

That's right.

Li Ang nodded and said: Summoning the Pen Immortal does not necessarily require prophecy.

You can summon it, then look at the pen without saying anything, and stare at it with big eyes and small eyes to see who can keep calm more.

Anyway, the note just asks you to play a supernatural game.

If it doesn't let you win the game, just wait until the curfew time ends.

this...

Mule hesitated for a moment, I have tried to slow down my speech on purpose.

However, if the time interval between two questions is too long, the pen will vibrate slightly, and I'm afraid it will become restless.

oh.

Li Ang nodded, Aren't you going to delay the time...

Suddenly, the pen that had fallen into tranquility began to tremble inexplicably,

The noodle arm that fell to the ground began to have cracks and wounds again.

However, because the ramen arm that fell on the ground and coiled up in a circle was too long, the abnormal energy transmitted from the pen could not have a strong impact on the mule.

careful,

The Black Saint on the side warned: The special energy on the surface of the pen has become active again.

This should be... urging you to ask questions quickly?

Question? what?

The mule opened his mouth and hesitated.

She just asked about the time, which resulted in bleeding all over her body.

If the taboo question is asked again now, who knows whether the other party will get worse - Mule will not put all his life on Li Ang's healing skills.

Just as the mule was hesitating, Li Ang's eyes lit up. He took out his pen and wrote on the back of the paper Don't panic if players encounter unusual events.

He held up the paper and showed it to the mule.

【★Inside the horse cave, there is a cup of shit~】

There was a line of Shamate-style Martian text written on the paper,

Above the Martian text, pinyin is thoughtfully marked for each word.

Translated, it means whether there is shit in the toilet.

When Li Ang dealt with Mule before, he knew that the latter could speak Chinese.

If you pronounce it in pinyin, it won't be a problem.

? ?

When Mule saw this line of writing, she was stunned for a moment, and then quickly realized that this was Li Ang asking her to ask the pen a question.

It can not only meet the requirement of asking questions every once in a while, but also detect the language used by Bixian and test whether Bixian understands the questions through mind reading.

Mule nodded, endured the embarrassment, and finished reading the line of Martian prose.

One second, two seconds,

The pen held by Noodle's arm moved very slowly, as if recovering from shock, and pointed at No on the paper.

Can you actually read Martian texts?

Mule's eyes lit up. Li Ang's guess was correct. The other party was indeed connected through the body and directly read the host's inner thoughts.

Just as she was about to ask what to do next, she saw Li Ang slap his thigh and rush to the bathroom.

After a splashing sound, Li Ang, with wet hands, walked out holding up his pants and said with a serious face: Now, ask the question again.

? ? ?

What did you do in the toilet? !

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