If you become a monster, you will succeed

"Cognition rewriting? Or setting the right of interpretation?"

Feng Xue frowned, looked at Bixian who still hadn't reacted, and knew that this young lady was basically trapped by the setting of this world.

But it doesn't really matter, because it can provide him with quite a lot of intelligence advantages, but he also has to consider whether the dead senior in this world has the power of "ghost".

Although the ability of cognitive rewriting is abnormal, it is obviously only aimed at ghosts at present, and the sense of oppression for Feng Xue is not too high.

But if he has the power of the single word [ghost], Feng Xue can't try to obtain the ghost talk entry of the system [ghost] in this world, otherwise he may become the carrier of the other party's resurrection.

After all, no one knows how the other party defines "ghost".

It's like if Feng Xue came up with a martial art similar to "Tao Heart Planting Demon" in the real world, wrote her own spiritual wavelength into her true energy, and used this to define the concept of internal force, then all internal force fluctuations would be It becomes the frequency of his mental fluctuations. As long as there is a strange story that dares to create a martial arts system in the real world, it is tantamount to accepting the setting of [there is a martial ancestor's spiritual fluctuation in the body], and thus indirectly becomes the carrier of resurrection.

Of course, because of the existence of [Peerless Martial Arts], the internal power of the present world has been quite well set, unless Feng Xuexia cruelly destroys [Peerless Martial Arts], and then resets new rules, otherwise it is impossible to do it. out of this trick.

Just like Miss Ke's hometown, everyone's self-cultivation skills are derived from Feng Xue's [Six Quandao], which is designed based on Feng Xue's own characteristics, as long as Miss Ke doesn't act like a moth, then As long as there is strange talk about cultivating immortals, it can be used as his resurrection point——

Of course, if there is a living person who can live to the point where he becomes an acquired monster after death, then he will also join the army of resurrection points after death.

"You can't get ghost entries, or before you figure out the setting of this world, it's best not to make entries."

Feng Xue made adjustments to her action plan, and did not try to remind Miss Bixian, but planned to make good use of the knowledge she acquired——

"Can you eat souls or ghosts?"

"Yes, but it's not necessary." Miss Bixian shook her head with some distaste, "Ghosts eat souls to stabilize their own existence. Although the more they eat, the stronger they become, but it will also cause their own chaos. We Now that you have obtained the god position, why do you want to eat other ghosts?"

"Understood, as expected, the end of the universe is the establishment."

Feng Xuesha nodded in a serious manner, and ignored the belly-gnawing hanged ghost. Although he still had some ideas about how this person died, if even his soul was gnawed off, even if there is someone in [Six Quandao] The spirit seance part will definitely not work.

"I just don't know if this gnawed corpse can still be used as a 'house'."

Feng Xue Feng Xue turned her head to look at Quantum Ghost Hand, but found that it hadn't changed, she couldn't help shaking her head:

"It seems that the phantom body should not be polluted by the set power, only the derivatives will. This is good news, indicating that the opponent's power level is at least lower than the phantom. Well, it may also be because of the pale ghost. The label of the hand is [ghost] instead of [ghost].

Feng Xue, who was used to digging out words, glanced at the belly-gnawing hanged ghost again, thought for a while, and suddenly took out the coffin board from her pocket, sat at the table, and began to display his carpentry skills.

He didn't deliberately restrain his movements, and the sound of sawing wood was not pleasant, but he didn't know whether it was because the sound insulation effect of the door was really strong, or because the people in the room were afraid of the sudden sound, and even the person who opened the door a crack nothing.

Soon, very quickly, in just a few minutes, a God Master card was made. After thinking about it, he wrote the words "City God Temple Imp" on the God Master card with a precious pen.

Although it is a bit strange to write the god's main card with a pen, it can give this thing the concept of "Yi Suan Xingjun's personal seal".

After finishing the work, Feng Xue put the God Master card in the center of the table, took out an incense burner, and inserted three sticks of incense, but she didn't mean to worship, she just turned and went back to the room.

"It seems that everyone is quite a dog, but that's good. Tomorrow at the latest, we will probably know the result."

Feng Xue thought so, but he didn't wait until tomorrow, but at noon, when Feng Xue just stuffed a piece of shabu-shabu into his mouth, his door was knocked again.

"What's the matter?" Feng Xue opened the door with a look of irritability, and saw five people standing at the door together, but kept a distance of about three meters just right. If it wasn't for Feng Xue's good eyesight, even No one knew who knocked on the door.

"What's the matter? Is that red face dead?" Feng Xue raised her eyebrows, looked at the only absent target, and asked casually.

The fat man who knocked on the door nodded, but as if he smelled something, his face suddenly became ugly. Immediately afterwards, the only woman and the blue-faced man also had strange expressions, and even started to retch directly.

Feng Xue frowned, looked at the plain-looking social animal and said:

"What's wrong with them?"

"Come out and take a look and you'll understand." The beer-bellied student stepped aside, allowing Feng Xue to look over the wall of people and see the living room behind him, and then he saw that the red-faced man was only left behind The head with Tianlinggai opened is still complete, and all other bits and pieces are finely divided and placed on the conference table like hot pot dishes. The slightest feeling of blood makes people feel chills all over.

"Good guy, I can't sew well even if it's broken down to this extent!" Feng Xue looked back at the hot pot in his room, and his face darkened. After eating hot pot, otherwise he would not dare to imagine what the hot pot he was going to eat was.

but……

"Why do you think of sewing when you see this kind of picture?" The blue-faced man with a very ugly face said in a bad tone, and Feng Xue said as a matter of course:

"It's just a habit of medical students. After dissecting the body, the teacher should sew it back as well as possible. This is professional ethics, right?"

After finishing speaking, he walked to the cold meeting table, but his eyes were not on the hot pot dishes on that table, but on the god's master card he had carved before.

At this time, there was already a faint light on the joking pen writing, and looking at the corpse still hanging in mid-air, there was no trace of spirit at all.

"Tsk tsk, I thought it was a Japanese supernatural suspense drama, but I didn't expect to switch to an American blood plasma movie..."