I have a cos system

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Qiao Ji's explanation was actually a bit difficult to understand. Xia Xingzhong asked: "You mean, there really is such a person? The owner of a camera?"

"No, no, the characters are fictitious. This is just the background story of the props. The only thing that is embodied is the camera. But the person holding the camera will 'play' the high school student in the story. Role-playing, you can understand What do I mean?"

Qiao Ji didn't even tell him about cosplay, because he was afraid that the old guy wouldn't understand.

But even though he was speaking Chinese, Xia Xingzhong still seemed a little hard to understand.

So Qiao Ji pointed at his ankle, and with a thought, he peeled off a plastic sticker.

There is a grimace on the plastic sticker, "This is another prop I made. It is the symbol of a ninja general. A child rubbed this tattoo on himself and gained the ability to control the shadow army. And now I I’m playing the kid through this tattoo sticker, so I can also use Shadow Escape and summon Shadow Soldiers.”

As soon as he finished speaking, the sticker was put back by telekinesis.

Then, dark shadows appeared in the room where they were alone, and more than a dozen shadow soldiers emerged from the shadows and sneaked back into the shadows.

Xia Xingzhong nodded thoughtfully, "I probably understand."

Qiao Ji found something, but also made up a background story for the props?

But think about it from another angle, this is like the story of Ma Liang, the magic pen. If you draw something on the wall, you can take out the drawn thing.

The ability to manifest props and give settings is really quite strong. It goes beyond the rules. He is making up the rules himself.

"Does your ability mean that you can manifest whatever you want?"

"Of course not, it's random, and it also requires a very important raw material."

"What other materials are needed?" Xia Xingzhong asked impatiently.

"Soul." Qiao Ji said the answer.

If given the chance, he would like to go to the underworld.

He mainly wanted to pick up souls, so this time he was giving Xia Xingzhong a vaccination in advance.

Where are the most souls?

I believe that when he sees the endless undead, he will think of Qiao Ji's answer today.

At that time, he should consider clearing a battlefield for Qiao Ji to pick up the soul.

This answer left Xia Xingzhong stunned.

Need a soul?

Does Qiao Ji have an extra soul?

Thinking back carefully, it was indeed true, because Qiao Ji had encountered people from the Original Sin faction, and they were killed by him using space cutting.

When Xia Xingzhong was thinking, Qiao Ji continued: "But making props is free at the beginning, but later you have to consume your soul."

"In addition to cameras, pans, and tattoo stickers, do you have any other props? Have you absorbed Bai Hao's soul?"

Bai Hao, the blood-clad priest who was killed in the hospital, had read Qiao Ji's information several times during the summer trip.

Qiao Ji deliberately touched the spider silk launcher on his wrist, and then said with a smile: "I won't tell you how many props I have. There are talented people in the country, and sooner or later the waves will be slapped on the beach. If you want to Don’t you want to watch them test?”

Xia Xingzhong realized that the wristband-like thing should also be a prop.

Slap the front wave on the beach?

According to the strength of Qiao Ji's props, it would indeed be possible to hit them on the beach very quickly.

Regarding the props, Qiao Ji wouldn't ask if he didn't say anything, but there was another thing he wanted to ask clearly, "Does the soul, as the raw material, have any requirements?"

"The stronger the soul, the stronger the ability that the object played by the prop can have."

After hearing this rule, Xia Xingzhong began to think about how to capture some powerful souls.

Recently, I happened to be attacking several imperial tombs and dealing with the Yin Soldier Ghost King in the Dragon Spirit Realm. I should be able to harvest some earth-level souls and a large number of Xuan-level human-level souls.

Containers for collecting souls are a problem. Although they are antiques, they can be used, but the number is too small, and I am afraid they cannot hold too many souls.

As for putting Qiao Ji on the edge of the battlefield to collect souls, he couldn't do this as long as he didn't have a brain.

What about the slaughterhouse?

Although it is not cheap to cultivate supernatural beasts, it is still a path.

But from another perspective, it would be too cruel to turn the supernatural beasts who were supposed to be comrades into souls. After all, Qiao Ji was not yet an adult.

Looking at Qiao Ji walking in front, Xia Xingzhong felt that he should find a way to obtain some high-quality souls from the battlefield.

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Volunteer No. 1 took out the camera from the box and immediately felt the impact of resentment.

"How do you feel? Has the resentment affected you?" Qiao Yao asked immediately.

He and Lin Xingying have never met before, just because they are afraid of the resentment Qiao Ji mentioned.

Volunteer No. 1 looked strange, and then said: "Report, the resentment is very... weak. I judge that it will not have much impact on a trained superpower user."

So weak?

Qiao Yao asked again: "Does the resentment last?"

"Yes, but the first impact was the strongest and I feel almost unaffected now."

Qiao Yao felt that the person they chose was too strong? How can I be directly immune to negative effects?

Let them find something weaker next time.

"Now, you have to try to control your telekinesis to control the construction waste in the open space in front of you. You can move and destroy it. Try to use your telekinesis to the limit for one minute."

"yes."

Volunteer No. 1 has already felt the invisible limb of telekinesis. He turned around and faced the construction debris in the open space not far away. With a thought, power spurted out.

Crunchy——

The cement block with steel bars was lifted up by his mind power, and then twisted with invisible force.

Volunteer No. 1 was holding a camera in one hand. At this time, he couldn't help but stretch out his other hand to assist with his mind control, because a large piece of construction waste was floated up by his mind control. It was dark and covered with two to three hundred shadows. Square, the weight is not light, he must concentrate and control it with all his strength.

He gritted his teeth, his temples bulged, his eyes were red, and veins popped out on his forehead.

The requirement was to exercise under control for one minute, but in just thirty seconds, two lines of bright red blood appeared under his nose.

"Pause! Pause!"

Qiao Yao saw volunteer No. 1 bleeding from his nostril and immediately stopped.

Volunteer No. 1 didn't know what was happening yet, so he just put down a large piece of construction waste, causing a rumble of smoke and dust, and then quickly put the camera back into the box next to it.

There was an accident, why did you bleed?

The medical team who came together quickly stepped forward to check the situation.

It was precisely because he saw this situation that Qiao Ji ended his chat with Xia Xingzhong and rushed over.

"A nosebleed should be normal. It means that the use of telekinesis has reached its limit. Don't control such heavy things. The dumbbells and barbells used for fitness should not be set to your ultimate strength." Qiao Ji said from a distance.