I am not human

When Xu Moyi came down from upstairs, Muman was remotely directing Zhu Polong's seafood team to chase after a wave of monsters who had just passed through the passage. Seeing her coming, he didn't even turn his face.However, Lin Hongle saw Xu Moyi's fiery expression, and asked one more question: "What's wrong?"

"I found the pattern of the blood painting!" Xu Moyi slapped the paper with the blood talisman on the table, choking on his own saliva, "That thing, that..."

"Don't worry, drink some water first." Lin Hongle patted her on the shoulder and handed her a glass of water first.Muman raised his eyelids and glanced at Xu Moyi in disbelief: "You can find this? Baidu?"

"No, I logged into the database of the Ministry of Security, and I have Miaofei's account number and password..." Xu Moyi wiped his mouth with the back of his hand, "This is not the point, the point is that I found it in last year's update information. A similar pattern... this one will explode!"

Mu Man paused: "Huh?"

"This is a very ancient monster spell. With blood as a sacrifice, it can be used as a bomb!"

"It's similar to Jiufang's family's blasting spell? I heard from Chong Jun that his family's blasting spell has applied for a patent." Xiao Hei interjected, and Xu Moyi was stunned: "That... I don't know. But that spell should be It’s quite powerful, I see that it’s marked as high-risk on the information, and there’s also a quantity bonus…”

"What do you mean?" Lin Hongle asked.Xu Moyi replied: "I don't understand it too well. It probably means that the more spells left by the same talisman drawer in a certain range, the stronger the power of a single talisman will be when it explodes."

Muman recalled the frequency of the spell mentioned by Jiufang Ziyan, and his face became a little ugly: "... How is the bonus calculated?"

"I don't know." Xu Moyi looked blank, "There is a calculation formula, what kind of function, and it needs to be derived, I can't do it... But it seems that when the number is ten to twelve, the power is equivalent to... A dozen tons of TXT?"

"TXT...I smashed you with a novel, right?" Muman couldn't help but complained, thinking about it and then going crazy, "I'm going, what the hell is this... since it's a girl, I'll go and grab it honestly Is the child not good, what are you playing with blasting! This setting is added, crazy!"

"The bonus...is probably because of the resonance of the blood?" Xiao Hei ignored Muman, only thinking about the part he was interested in, "Speaking of which, I am quite interested in the blood of this monster race. You know their Is blood poisonous? I've been wanting to drink it once and try it."

"I only know that they will drip blood on the children's clothes as a GPS." Lin Hongle glanced at Muman, who was scratching his head irritably, "So... are you still chasing him now?"

"Chasing after a woolen thread, run away!" Muman was so anxious that he didn't care about his image. Anyway, since he came to the management office of the mountain, his "black-bellied and cunning boy" personality has almost collapsed, " Ten tons of TNT facing up, why don’t you go to blow up the bunker?!”

"How much longer?!" He asked Lin Hongle.Lin Hongle glanced at his phone, and there were still 6 minutes before the end of the two hours agreed with Wei Ximing. "

"Twenty-six minutes... I can only run out as much as I can." Muman bit his lip and said to Pyrothorn: "Tell everyone, now check if there are any blood-painted spells around, and if there are any, run quickly and go to the nearest passage Fuck it! It’s so f*cking...it’s okay to keep adding more difficulty to me, and change into "Bubble Hall" in a second?! This is what annoys me the most, it’s mentally handicapped and hard to play!"

He turned his head and complained to Lin Hongle, not noticing that the honest firethorn had already erected its trunk, and soon, Muman's urgent order accompanied by his contempt for "Bubble Hall" resounded in every corner of the battlefield , It aroused the public indignation of many monsters, no matter the enemy or us.

"You're mentally retarded." The red light on Zhu Polong's earlobes flickered, and he turned around and kicked a jackal monster flying up, and knocked a wild boar to the ground with a steel stick, facing him without any scruples. Looking at the loquat tree beside him, he said, "Even my daughter-in-law's younger sister can play that, so go learn it later!"

Muman: "..."

"What is this thing screaming for?" On the other end, Zhuo Xi was looking at the red fruit on the ground with great interest.Because half of it was broken when it fell to the ground, it was a little slurred at the moment, and it couldn't speak clearly.Jiufang Ziyan stomped it to the sole of his foot without changing his face, and said calmly, "Leave it alone."

He looked up at the glass bottle in Zhuo Xi's hand: "Where did you get this thing?"

"It's none of your business." Zhuo Xi turned away and turned his back to Jiufang Ziyan without hesitation, throwing and catching the vial as if showing off, "Just say, do you want it?"

If you don’t want it, you’re a fish to be slaughtered. If you want it, you might be able to win a chance of life—although this life is weak like a pension for consolation, and you might have to trade your life for it, but it’s still better than nothing.

The question is, is this deal worthwhile?

Jiufang Ziyan rubbed the center of his brows, and said to Zhuo Xi: "I think of someone. He once told me..."

Again?Zhuo Xi resisted the urge to roll her eyes, and interrupted: "I don't know how to live or die, you said that!"

"It's not this." Jiufang Ziyan reached out to take off the sunglasses, revealing the incomplete right eye and the intact left eye together, half withered, mirroring Yin and Yang, "He told me that 'rebirth' and 'death' don't mean the same thing."

"what?"

"I was thinking...but death requires rebirth." He threw aside his sunglasses, speaking slowly, as if accompanied by thoughts, "But that depends, some people become phoenixes after rebirth, while others But you can only be resurrected as a zombie. Just see what is left after you die."

The phoenix sheds embers, and the sparks are not extinguished; common things return to dust, leaving only skins.Some things can die, but some things can't die; some things can't be caught, and if they climb out of the grave, they will be shot in the head; China, no one can be moved.

Liao Qingshu loves to talk nonsense, but among the countless spittle stars, there is finally one sentence that hits the point... Jiufang Ziyan probably really learned Chinese in the boiler room.

"I always feel that if I take a step back and try again, I can always get something back. If one road fails, I will try another one. If I try one road after another, there will always be one that works. Now think about it, It's also stupid. If you go wrong from the beginning, you can go to Santuchuan at most..."

Jiufang Ziyan covered his left eye with his palm, and his eyes were suddenly dark.In front of the enemy, this is tantamount to courting death, but he has no fear, and slowly picks up his steps, step by step, shaped like a pine and cypress, as stable as a Mount Tai, suddenly stepping on a stone, almost falling to the ground.

He hurriedly stabilized his body, coughed lightly, turned his face to the air, his expression was calm again, his tone was flat, as if he was talking to himself: "Why do you think people have to see things with visible eyes?"

Zhuo Xi turned around in surprise: "What do you mean?"

As soon as he made a sound, Jiufang Ziyan realized that he was heading in the wrong direction, and quickly turned his face around, and even followed the conversation: "...most human warlocks don't like to raise ghosts, you know that? ?”

Zhuoxi: "???"

"I guess you don't know." Jiufang Ziyan said firmly, "I guess that person didn't tell you this, did he? He just told you that as long as you are strong enough, anyone who is eaten will be accepted as a ghost by you. driving, isn't it?"

Zhuoxi looked at him suspiciously, not knowing what the half-blind man was going on: "What exactly are you trying to say?"

Jiufang Ziyan ignored him, and continued on his own: "Then he probably didn't tell you that ghosts shouldn't have names. Their names were taken away the moment they died, and they still had memories of their lives, Pain, love and hate..."

Zhuoxi's heart skipped a beat, and she panicked for no reason: "Shut up, you blind man!"

"It's better to be blind than to have a dark face." Jiufang Ziyan snorted coldly, turned his face suddenly, and his sight behind the scar fell on a ghost who was closest to him.

He opened his mouth lightly, put three simple syllables on his tongue, and spit out with spiritual power: "I'm back, Xie Shaosong."