I, who was smashed into a girl by a meteorite, turned into a Yuelao?

"You're right. None of the earthquakes I encountered before had such a big vibration..." Fei looked down at the ground, and stomped his feet vigorously, very steady!

But he was still skeptical: "Just now I clearly felt the sense of movement under the vibration, this should...not a spell...uh..."

The result he saw in his eyes made him speechless for a moment. He actually... made a special large translation board... none of them who made movies used this thing!The haunted house was the first to use it!

The pulley seems to have been purposely fixed additionally...

"It's really hard for you to specially arrange the tracks and pulleys!"

Fei patted the broken stones splashed on his body, and checked this space just like he checked other rooms before.

Knowing that Class A and Class One of the second grade used 3D painting technology, Fei now blindly judges with the naked eye whether the scenes here are real.

At first glance, this scene is very large, very similar to the street in reality.

The location where they are currently standing should be the street scene where the accident happened.

The current state of the street is in a state of being bombed, and the sky is arranged as night, with red clouds like blood, and the surroundings are terribly quiet, and tattered puppets can be seen everywhere.

Fei's consciousness scanned, there were not too many dolls, and they happened to be the group of victims who were injured and killed in the bombing. Among these people, there were several actors who played the role of the police before, lying on the ground holding their breath, probably When Shi and Fei approached, they would startle him.

"Restore the scene of the case at that time?" Fei looked away, pretending that he didn't see anything, and continued talking to Lu Li.

"Well, it's not completely restored, right?" Lu Li also patted the dust on his body and stood up, only halfway through his words.

Fei specifically leaned towards the person pretending to be the dead, and as soon as he got close, his feet were grabbed. With the cooperation of the music that sounded like Black Friday, it could scare any ordinary tourist to death.

"The people before should have started screaming from this place." Lu Li reminded kindly from the side.

Fei stared at the hand holding his ankle on the ground, and asked sympathetically, "Should I be more cooperative at this time? Call two voices?"

"If you can, please scream more miserably." Lu Li pushed forward.

Fei was silent for a moment, and just as he moved his eyes away from the hand that was grabbing his ankle, the other hand also pulled away suddenly.

Fei, who was just mentally prepared and ready to scream, was taken aback for a moment, and the tone of the "ah" just changed to "Huh?"

Seeing this scene, Lu Li hurriedly shouted: "You don't need to withdraw your hands, he won't kick your hands."

"Lu Li, it's not a question of whether you can't afford it, it's a question of whether you can save face..." When a certain foot landed, someone said in a sullen voice.

"Hey, what about professionalism?" Fei yelled dissatisfiedly.

"I've seen it through, how can you still be dedicated!" Another voice said in a depressed voice.

"Don't say that, I remember that I once went to a horror haunted house. Even if the owner was seen through by tourists, he insisted on continuing, and finally succeeded in scaring the courageous tourists to death. You can try it. , if you try harder, I'll be scared to death."

Fei is still fighting for reason, trying to get the "staff" who have already planned to strike to return to their posts.

but…

"You've said that, how dare we scare you! Our feelings are gone!" A voice expressed dissatisfaction and helplessness.

"Then pretend that everything that happened just now is false! We have just arrived at this place and started!" Fei continued to propose, he was not prepared to end like this.

result…

"If you say it's fake, it's fake! This is something that needs to be brewed!"

The other party also became willful.

What is the situation when you are inexplicably paying special attention to some irrelevant places?

Unconsciously showing a black question mark face, Lu Li pressed his forehead with one hand, and sighed helplessly, "Changfei, it's messed up, they don't have the motivation to scare you anymore, let's go!"

"This kind of unprofessional behavior doesn't seem very good?" Fei asked with a subtle expression.

"Then you want to...wait..." Lu Li just wanted to ask, but his spiritual sense was the first to feel the power fluctuations from Fei's side, and he felt a little bit in his mind, and subconsciously rushed forward to stop it, but he was a step too late.

Fei's domain is opened in a semi-open state, covering the entire haunted house, but the core is not Fei himself, but the central character of the theme of this haunted house——Lu Mei.

The other students who were in charge of performing in the haunted house hadn't realized what happened. The puppets that were scattered before moved a little, and stood up one by one, screaming that it hurts...

When other tourists see this scene, they probably think that this is the design of the haunted house itself, but the "staff" in the haunted house have their scalps blown.

The doll was made by a very skilled master in their class. They were responsible for the purchase and watched how the classmate made the doll.

These dolls are not equipped with any devices that can control actions, nor are there any players installed.They are just ordinary clay puppets, whose limbs can be arranged in various shapes according to their needs, but... definitely do not have the ability to stand up by themselves!

"You... what did you do?!" Someone in Class A, Grade [-], yelled in disbelief.

The expressions of the other new gods hidden in the class became serious.

They can see that there are more souls in the bodies of these dolls.

Although they know that Changfei was the inheritor of Shangqing, the new gods also know that Shangqing's priesthood is punishment and catastrophe, which is the opposite path to Yuqing's vitality and hope, and Taiqing's learning and growth.

If Yuqing is here now, they believe that the doll can become a real creature, and if Taiqing is there, they believe that the doll can have its own spirit.

Supernatant?

Well, it’s not anymore, but it used to be, even if it doesn’t have the corresponding divine wat and godhead, the existence that has been recognized by the heavens must understand certain laws. If you want to exploit loopholes, using the corresponding laws should not be right for him. What a problem.

Assuming that he is still the inheritor of the Shangqing Lingbao Tianzun... Calculated by his priesthood, the current situation is...Using the causal line to find the "history" stored in the heaven, so that the historical records of the victims of those years, temporarily Come back to life inside these puppets!

If you really want to do this, it is equivalent to temporarily resurrecting the people of the past, allowing them to reproduce what they experienced back then?

Is this a catastrophe for those people?

This... is too cruel, right?

Unless you ignore those who think about those things, he did not let people return through the historical records of the Heavenly Dao. Now he is still isolated by the Heavenly Dao. Although he does not know the reason, the power of the Heavenly Dao that he can control is very little. of.

The technique he used was to reproduce his memory through Lu Mei's cause and effect.

The puppets will pass the things they have experienced in front of them like historical images.

This was done only because the brothers and sisters in Class A, Grade [-] were unwilling to cooperate, so they could only verify the truth by themselves.

Those lacking dolls will also be condensed and presented in the form of Qi, which may look a bit vague, but you can see what happened in that place at that time.

You can't believe it, Lu Li just came looking for him, he just hoped that he could take her around the haunted house casually.

All the scenes were restored, and even some of the original props became real.

There were wailing and moaning sounds everywhere, and the original positions of the puppets also changed.

Some "staff" hadn't finished watching the whole process, and their consciousness was lost under the action of the self-protection mechanism.

There are also some people with their mouths wide open, wanting to close them but unable to close them, the whole person is in a state of wanting to deny reality but unable to deny it.

It wasn't until everything unfolded in its normal form and the color of the sky completely changed to a cloudless day that someone sat down on the ground.

But compared to the group of people who witnessed everything from false to real, those "participants" who didn't know that this was not the real scene of the crime were making emergency calls.

According to common sense, people who were not injured at all should rush over from the edge to help the injured people in the first place.

The scene did not happen as the insiders had imagined. The first thing the injured people did when they got up was to scream and turn around to run away, as if there was something terrifying in the center of the explosion that could directly threaten their lives.

A few people hadn't even taken a few steps when something invisible hit them from behind. Some people jumped forward and fell to the ground. Some people flew forward and hit other obstacles. The object fell to the ground and did not move.

Screams, groans, and cries mixed together, causing students who had never been to the disaster area to scream, as if they were facing some monster they had never seen before, and their lives were threatened.

Among these voices, the new gods heard a loud laughter that didn't fit in, "Go to death! Go to death! Go to death! God of Yanmu, these are the sacrifices I sacrificed to you, please satisfy me. The desire to come down…”

The person who heard the sound looked for the source of the sound. It was a man in a sweater. He didn't deliberately pull up his hat to cover his face, so everyone could see his face clearly. He was very young and definitely looked good. Over 25 years old.

His expression was ferocious and excited, and he raised his hands high, holding a red bead in his hands.

Not far away from him, there is a young man clutching his heart. The young man is handsome. If you look carefully at his words, he is not as cute as most young men in modern times, but he is like a princess in an ancient picture scroll.

The students in the class recognized the boy at a glance, it was Lu Mei, the talented painter Lu Mei in their class who didn't like to get along with people very much, but had already completed several million-dollar paintings!

Someone called out Lu Mei's name, but looking at him, his eyes hurt, and he unconsciously called out another word: "Chang... Le...?"

The 27th step to achieve Yuelao: Murderer VS Lumei?

The boy named Lu Mei didn't divert his attention just because other people called him by his name. His gaze was always focused on the crazy person in front of him. He took out a brush and drew in mid-air.

Following his movements, a small vortex appeared in mid-air, and the crazy man felt something turned around, and saw Lu Mei's hand directly stretched into the vortex, and directly took out a weapon shaped like a pistol from it, and there was no Pull the trigger, aim at the man in front of you and shoot.

What came out of the gun wasn't bullets, it was a beam of light. The beam didn't hurt the man. A mask appeared in front of the man. The man looked at Lu Mei with a sneer and said arrogantly, "How many years has it been?" ? How could Changle be Yanmu's opponent?"

"You are not a member of the Yanmu tribe at all, so you have no right to say this on their behalf!" Lu Mei clutched the pen and covered her chest with the gun in her hand, but she continued to shoot at the other party.

The latter showed an angry face when he heard what he said, but soon thought of something, took a deep breath, and smiled, "So what? Now, whether it is Changle, Danmo, Feather Face, or Yanmu, they are all gone. It exists. I have obtained the power of Yanmu, so I can revive Yanmu, and I will become Yanmu's new patriarch!"

"Heh...you take it for granted. Who told you...those tribes and clansmen no longer exist? You just read a part of the materials left by Mr. Jiang and take it for granted...that's too stupid...Gods and totems don't exist at all. It's different... People in that era didn't believe in gods... but totems.

You take it for granted that the totem is a god, do you think... you have really obtained the power of Yanmu?You are just... the same as the group of Yuanzhou people who pursue the power of Yanmu... you can only imitate forgery and jealousy..."

"You know what a fart!" I don't know what's wrong with Lu Mei's words. The young man's arrogant expression disappeared instantly, and his knife was drawn in midair. Throwing something like a pistol at the opponent, he rolled on the spot.

When the "pistol" flew in mid-air, it fell apart and dissipated in the air, and the fragmentation of the ground also increased.

Lu Mei glanced at it, but laughed, "Is this the only power you have mastered in Yuanzhou? It's far from Yanmu's power!"

"Changle's bastard, you want to die so much!? I'll help you!" The man seemed to be too lazy to compete with Lu Mei in terms of tongue, the knife in his hand kept waving, and invisible attacks kept appearing. You can see the destroyed environment and the people who were accidentally injured, but you can't see the attack mode adopted by the opponent, and there is not even a wave of spells on the scene.

They are all a group of people who have been left out for a year, and there is nothing they can do to help them at this time.Still don't know what's going on.

Fei frowned when he heard it from the sidelines, just now he unconsciously thought of Changle, at that time he didn't understand what these two words meant at all, but after listening to it now, he understood a bit, this Changle probably belonged to a certain force.

I don't know if it's because Xia Ping's body is being used now, but at the point where the two were arguing, when they mentioned a few words like place names, they immediately thought of tribe and totem.

Later, when Lu Mei mentioned that belief is not a god, but a totem, Fei feels that Changle is a tribe, and the feeling gradually becomes stronger.

If Changle is a tribe, then are the Yanmu and Yuanzhou they mentioned also tribes?Why do they say they are other tribes?Aren't they considered Yanhuang tribe now?

Instead of rubbing their chins and thinking about what Lu Mei had experienced, the other students were affected by the atmosphere of the scene, and some of the flustered group were stimulated by the screams, and some of them couldn't help screaming.

People's emotions are easily infected with each other, and people who were able to keep calm at first will feel more psychologically stressed when they hear such cries.

The people waiting outside heard the screams inside the haunted house, but felt something was wrong.

"Huh? There were two people who went in just now, right?" "Yeah! What's wrong?" "Why do you hear the screams as if there were many people?" It sounds weird, let's forget about it?" "Well... go... go and see other things? What's so interesting about haunted houses..."

A group of people outside escaped unknowingly, and inside the haunted house, Lu Mei and the phantom of the murderer are still confronting each other.

The new gods from Class A, Grade [-], who were supposed to be one of them, had already carried their stunned classmates to Fei and Lu Li's side.

"What's the situation over there? I can't feel the fluctuation of spiritual power, I can't understand it at all..." Someone sneaked a glance at Fei, and muttered something in a low voice like talking to himself.

Fei cast a sideways glance at any dear friend, put his fist on his lips, and coughed twice symbolically: "Ahem... the weather is good today, Lu Li."

"Pfft...it's really good." Lu Li couldn't help but laughed, but quickly responded cooperatively.

"Do you understand the fighting situation over there?" Fei continued to ask.

"Hmm... don't you understand?" Lu Li continued to show off cooperatively, "The two sides fought back and forth, and it looked like a wonderful fight, but there was no fluctuation of spiritual power, and I didn't see any magic spells they used. , it seems impossible to judge their attack ideas from it..."

"Well...you can't judge their tricks from the superficial things, come and see that student Lu Mei..."

"He's not your classmate." Lu Li caught a loophole and reminded.

"Cough...Look at Senior Brother Lu Mei." Fei was really embarrassed this time, and corrected a sentence, instead of complaining about Lu Li at this time, he pointed to something that Lu Mei suddenly took out from his hand, "That's a A brush?"

"Huh? Indeed..." Lu Li didn't need to observe specially, she had noticed the brush in Lu Mei's hand not long ago.

But now she is cooperating with Fei, and she also symbolically showed an attitude of only noticing this, to attract other new gods to pay attention to what Lu Mei is holding.

"I saw Senior Brother Lu Mei's paintings before, and his painting styles seem to be very diverse." Fei continued to guide and said.

Lu Li glanced at him, and said: "Indeed, Lu Mei likes to draw, not just ink and wash, sketches, oil paints, and gouaches, and he has his own unique style of painting. He uses a variety of painting tools, but It seems that he has never used this brush before."

Fei: "I noticed just now that Senior Brother Lu Mei used the brush to draw a few strokes in mid-air before taking out some weapons or something like that. From this, can we infer that his weapons come from His paintings? Just like the magic brush Ma Liang in the fairy tale, the brush has a certain unique power."

"Hmm... You're right. That writing brush may be Lu Mei's real weapon. The other weapons or armor that appeared were only drawn by him with a brush." ​​Lu Li agreed, and everyone also agreed at this time. Only then did he notice the writing brush in Lu Mei's hand.

The writing brush seemed to grow in Lu Mei's hand. During the fight with the murderer, he never let go of the writing brush. If you observe carefully, you will find that one end of the writing brush is strung with a rope, and the rope is tied to Lu Mei's wrist. superior.

When he uses a large two-handed weapon to attack, his hand will let go of the brush, and the brush will automatically shrink to the size of a needle at that moment.

At first glance, it will only be regarded as an ordinary jewelry.

And the weapons that Lu Mei used to attack the murderer were very diverse, such as knives, guns, swords, halberds, pots, pans, and spoons, he seemed to be able to think of them for attacking, and he used them all.

Just now, everyone saw with their own eyes that Lu Mei made a bottle of chili powder that was half the height of a person, and threw it towards the opponent.

The murderer smashed the bottle with a swing of the knife in his hand, and the bottle dissipated.Countless chili powder fell down and landed on the murderer's face and eyes, and the murderer immediately screamed and scratched his face.

No one wants to encounter such an attack with that kind of pain.

"Senior Brother Lu Mei is really ruthless! You can use such vicious tricks as chili powder, it's hard to imagine that a person like him who looks at the gentle and noble will do such a despicable method..." Fei was still live broadcasting over there emotion.

Lu Limei glanced at him, and said: "According to what I said, Chang Fei, you seem to be the one who can do such despicable things with a friendly face."