life copy game.

Chapter 97 Corpse Flower
"talent?"

He Ao caught the key word.

"The so-called talent is like the ability used by the trick apprentice in front of you." The middle-aged man seemed a little surprised that He Ao didn't know the concept of talent, but he still patiently explained,

"These abilities don't need to be acquired. They come from a sudden 'awakening'. Someone suddenly has the ability that others can't learn. We call this kind of ability that can't be acquired through learning 'talent'. .”

Then he thought for a while and added, "Every talent has its own name, and the user of the talent must anchor their abilities according to this name. Once there is a deviation, it will easily lead to distortion and Crazy, such as what this magic apprentice experienced. So in a sense, talent is both a gift and a curse."

"So, these talents will show a certain regular arrangement?"

He Ao asked casually.

"No, so far we haven't discovered whether there is any potential connection between talents," the middle-aged man was stunned for a moment, then smiled, "But this is a good question, and I'm also wondering if there is any connection between these talents. There is a certain internal connection, arranged in a certain order."

He Ao looked at this middle-aged man, and felt that he really didn't have any malicious intentions, but he was kind of a teacher.

And know a lot.

However, there seems to be a certain gap between the talent in his mouth and the talent sequence of the dungeon world. The main difference is that these talents don't seem to have the characteristics of sequence arrangement, and there is no number.

At this time, He Ao's cell phone rang suddenly, and it was a message from Zhang Anxia: [He Ao, we are almost there. ]
He Ao replied: [OK, I'm on the third floor now]
"Don't you deal with the pollutants in your hands?"

At this time, the middle-aged man suddenly asked, "Holding it all the time will affect your mental state."

"Contamination?"

He Ao looked at him suspiciously.

The middle-aged man obviously paused when he heard this question, and then he thought that He Ao didn't even know his 'talent', so he explained in detail,

"The definition of pollutants is a supernatural item with supernatural power and special pollution properties. For example, the magician's top hat in your hand, after the death of the sorcerer's apprentice, it absorbed the innate power and crazy will of the sorcerer's apprentice. It radiates madness, it's a pollutant.

Different pollutants have different containment and treatment methods, such as this kind of crazy pollution, which needs to be isolated with Mithril custom-made containers. "

Then he didn't wait for He Ao to ask questions this time, and further explained, "The so-called Mithril is a special alloy mixed with silver, iron, copper, and nickel in a specific ratio. This alloy can effectively isolate the pollution of madness."

It sounds expensive.

He Ao thought for a while, "Are those flowers outside also pollutants?"

"That's the corpse flower, a mutated plant."

The middle-aged man explained.

"Is that a corpse flower?"

He Ao was taken aback.

"Yes," the middle-aged man didn't understand why He Ao was so surprised, "This kind of flower will grow on human corpses, grow with human soul and flesh and blood as nutrients, and attract other people passing by to become it Nutrients, but its petals are ground into powder, which can help people restore their souls and enhance their resistance to pollution."

"Is it worth it?"

"valuable."

"The picking method is just to pull it up?"

"Yes, the main useful ingredient is the petals, as long as the petals are intact, but the spirituality of the corpse flower will be lost within a day after being picked, so it needs to be sealed in ice and stored in a freezer, which can slow down the loss of its spirituality To a certain extent, it can be extended to six months."

"Ok."

He Ao jumped straight up and jumped down from the third floor.

The middle-aged man curiously walked to the edge of the corridor, poked his head down, and saw He Ao rolling to the ground, and then pulled out the corpse flower below, and the one that he had thrown away on the ground was also gone. He picked it up and held it in his arms.

Then he quickly went upstairs.

The middle-aged man looked at the large bunch of densely packed flowers in his arms and laughed dumbfoundedly.

And just as he was laughing, a corpse flower was handed to him.

"This is?"

He was a little confused.

"remuneration."

He Ao said calmly.

Knowledge itself is valuable.

"This kind of knowledge is relatively common, not worth that price, probably worth it..." The middle-aged man glanced at He Ao in surprise, then reached out and picked off two petals, "It's worth so much."

He Ao was not too polite, he took the remaining flowers back and asked softly,
"Can this flower be effective for the elderly who are eroded by pollution?"

"So you're waiting for me here," the middle-aged man glanced at the two petals in his hand, and laughed again, "How old is he?"

"80s."

Howard was expressionless.

"Old people in their 80s can't bear such a strong drug. You take half a petal, grind it into powder, mix it with one liter of pure water or boiled water, and give him about [-] ml for the first time. After waking up, take one dose a day. [-] milliliters, his soul can probably be fully restored.

Ordinary people can't rely on external force to resist madness, they can only rely on their own soul strength, and the corpse flower can just restore people's soul. "

The middle-aged man said softly.

"Thank you."

Ho nodded.

"Hey?!"

There were hurried footsteps downstairs, and Zhang Anxia walked up anxiously. He saw the flesh and blood left by the dead pigeons on the road, "Are you okay?"

Then he saw the middle-aged man who was chatting with He Ao.

As soon as he opened his mouth, the middle-aged man blinked at him, so he turned his eyes to He Ao, after making sure that He Ao was fine, he breathed a sigh of relief, and asked helplessly,
"Didn't I tell you not to be impulsive?"

He Ao naturally saw the interaction between the two. The middle-aged man didn't want to reveal his identity, so he wouldn't ask any more questions. He shook his head, "I wasn't impulsive, those pigeons came to attack me on their own initiative."

"Pigeon? Apprentice trick? What about the others?"

Zhang Anxia was a little surprised.

He Ao turned around with an innocent face and pointed to the skeleton nailed to the ground with steel bars, "It's there."

"died?"

Zhang Anxia was taken aback.

"justifiable defense."

Hoo added.

During the whole process, He Ao only took one and a half moves against the magician. That half move was to resist the pigeons with a steel plate at the beginning. After He Ao showed his strength and his willingness not to fight, the magician continued to attack him. The attack was launched and his life was seriously endangered.

So in order to protect his own life, he launched a defensive counterattack. The original intention of his attack was not to kill the magician, but to use steel bars to fix the magician's actions. However, he did not expect the magician to take his own flesh and blood Turned into a flock of pigeons, his body was extremely poor, and he died with one blow.

As for why he didn't run away, it was because he had already been spotted by the pigeon group, which showed a strong aggressiveness. If he escaped, innocent passers-by might be injured or even killed.

Of course, there is another reason, He Ao thinks he can play, as he said, risks and benefits coexist.

Howard's actions are of a heroic nature, and the magician (apprentice juggler) is himself a dangerous wanted criminal and may endanger the safety of the surroundings at any time.

In addition, He Ao actually only attacked with one move. According to the laws of China, this situation can basically be judged as justifiable self-defense.

In China, this kind of well-defined self-defense will not be arrested.

Of course, the situation of extraordinary people may be special, but the regulations for protecting extraordinary people cannot be more generous than that of ordinary people.

"I can testify," said the middle-aged man on the side suddenly, "this young man was indeed forced to fight back in self-defense."

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