If you become a monster, you will succeed

At the moment when the tags were condensed, Feng Xue thought that he was finally going to evolve and get the first ghost talk entry, but soon, he realized that he was thinking too much.

Because the condensed entry has nothing to do with the [Demon] label, which has been growing steadily recently, but a completely independent new label——

【Instructor】.

"Instructor? Why is it an instructor? Uh, yes, I almost forgot about the golden bell cover." Feng Xue frowned, and began to wonder how long she had been lying in this garbage dump.

After all, theoretically speaking, at the speed of the authorities, if they really want to start spreading their information, at least they have to confirm that the golden bell cover is harmless, and in Feng Xue's mind, it should not take a year or two. Impossible to do.

But the problem is that, considering the fact that his body has not healed on its own, it will not last more than three months.

"It can't be that a certain young genius has a clear understanding of the 'Cultivation Creator' without the official promotion, right?"

Thinking of this, Feng Xue felt more and more possible, especially the word "instructor", which itself has a strong military style. Practitioners unilaterally identified as "instructors."

And when he checked the [knowledge] provided by this label, he became more certain about this guess, because the [knowledge] provided by this label, just like the previous [devil] label when it first condensed, had obvious ups and downs.

According to the experience of the devil label, Feng Xue speculates that this is a question of the amount of [knowledge] provided by people with different levels of awareness. He does not know the specific value, but generally speaking, it is probably "just heard of it." This level can provide one or two towers per day, and the level of "firmly believing that 'this thing' absolutely exists" can provide the feeling of three or four hundred towers per day.

Now "ambulance devil" may have become some kind of rumor due to the lack of victims, so most of them are just heard, but the martial arts provided by this "martial arts master instructor" is real, and more than a dozen of them firmly believe in themselves. The existence of [knowledge] providers also seems plausible.

Just as Feng Xue was contemplating the new label, the chill on her neck became sharper, and the girl who looked only ten years old pushed the sharp weapon forward without hesitation. Pressing Feng Xue's Adam's apple, he frowned and said:

"I'll ask you again! Don't try to play tricks! Say it!"

It was only then that Feng Xue remembered that her own life was still in the hands of others. It was a little funny for a while, not because he lacked a sense of crisis, but because he had no fear of death at all, or in other words, if he hadn't been buried alive before, he He directly gave himself a knife, and he could be resurrected anyway. Compared with being paralyzed here for a few months, the short-term side effects of the resurrection props are nothing.

As for killing yourself by biting your tongue... Just kidding, the way to kill yourself by biting your tongue is to choke to death, but you don't need to breathe at all, okay?

But now that they have been dug out, using resurrection items means that it is very likely that the items cannot be recovered. After thinking for a while, he decided to struggle:

"I'm a scavenger, alone, without accomplices, I fell from the landslide before and was buried alive here, I'm not a slave trader, I haven't captured slaves or bought slaves, and I have a teaching job Class labels, which can impart some knowledge..."

Hearing the seriously injured man in front of him quickly report his value, Vera's expression remained indifferent, while Vero on the side didn't hold back his expression and said:

"Vera, he said he has a teaching title!"

"Shut up, I heard it!" Vera glared at her stupid younger brother, and didn't dig Feng Xue out, just looked at him condescendingly——

"Couldn't you be trying to trick our base camp, and then send a signal to your accomplices?"

When Feng Xue heard this, she laughed at herself:

"You should know how long this pile of rubbish has been falling? I have been buried for so long and no one came to rescue me. Doesn't that mean I have no accomplices?"

"What he said seems to make sense!" Vero said cautiously. Vera immediately raised her hand, but Vero, who had been prepared, avoided it. He narrowed his eyes and said with a very smart look:

"I knew you wanted to hit me again! But what if I let you hit me, you still can't deal with it. If you kill it directly, it will become a bad omen and it will be troublesome. Why don't we ask the village chief?"

"No." Vera shook her head and said decisively:

"If you tell the village chief, you will definitely be taught a lesson!"

"Then there is no other way, let him wait for his own death." Vero spread his hands, and said cruel lines in a very naive tone.

Vera sighed, looked at Feng Xue's clothes, and nodded slightly:

"That's the only way to go. When he dies of starvation, the things on his body will belong to us..."

"Hey, this is completely different from what I imagined. These two little devils are really only ten years old?!" Listening to the two people's straightforward words, Feng Xue's right hand buried by the stone suddenly felt even more crowded.

Although if he was just left here, he should be able to recover in a month or two, but no one knows if there will be another accident in these two months.

Now he doesn't have a thick garbage protection like before, and any resurrection props with bad omens will be wasted.

Thinking of this, he immediately said:

"I'm afraid I won't be able to wait until I starve to death. After all, I'm already a stranger. If I want to exhaust my [knowledge], at least I have to wait for people in the real world to completely forget about me. It may take several years or even ten years. , and I have millions of [knowledge] stored, it will not be a problem to last for decades, I have other suggestions than letting me die."

"Tell me." The weapon in Vera's hand was still pressed against Feng Xue's throat, and she said in a tone of no expectation. She didn't know what "strange news" was, nor what it meant in the real world, but millions of [Knowledge] She can still understand this kind of thing.

Feng Xue got permission, and immediately said:

"I know a lot of knowledge, whether it's cultural or combat, which can help you gather labels. At the same time, I'm also a copyist, the kind who can copy real books. This should be very precious to you, right? "

"Don't you want me to rescue you after talking so much?" Vera seemed a little moved, but she still didn't want to let go, "How can I believe that after saving you, you won't repay your kindness with revenge?"

When Feng Xue heard the words, she immediately knew there was something going on, and responded immediately:

"We can sign the notarized contract of Infinite City, and now I have broken bones all over my body. Even if you dig me out, I am still a disabled person, and there is no threat."

"I've never heard of a contract!" Vera muttered in her heart, but she rolled her eyes and said:

"In this way, you teach us something first, and as long as I confirm that you have real materials, I will dig you out. What do you think?"