mesbooks Chapter 142 This isn't something you can just comprehend!
Chapter 142 This isn't something you can just comprehend!
Chapter 142 This isn't something you can just comprehend!
A crisis was temporarily averted by Bai Hui's sudden action.
Of course, this is only temporary; the crisis is not completely over.
After all, ghost stories can be considered immortal, and pseudo-humans can be regarded as dead individuals.
Therefore, Mr. and Mrs. Feng lay on the ground convulsing. Even though their spirits had been opened, their hideous wounds were healing at an extremely slow pace.
"They will recover soon, at most losing a small part of their memories."
The two strange creatures that entangled with Bai Hui didn't even have a real flesh and blood structure. To outsiders, their wounds appeared to be filled with chaotic, dark, and unknown energies moving slowly and irregularly.
In Bai Hui's eyes, however, it turned into a bunch of scattered and disordered black lines, constantly twisting.
"Brother Hui, what do we do now?"
Li Youmo controlled the two screaming fake men, his swollen arms like iron hoops, making it impossible for them to break free.
"Stop arguing! Shut up!"
Li Youmo roared, unleashing the "Soul-Suppressing Lion's Roar Technique," using the technique of focusing sound into a line to form a visible sound wave pillar. To onlookers, it only sounded slightly louder, but the two fake humans were completely stunned by the roar. Their already dead brains went blank, and even their connection to the "Strange Tales Database" was temporarily severed!
Incidentally, Bai Hui named this "Ghost Stories Database" himself because after mastering some strange theories, he discovered that different ghost stories seemed to have unique sources of information.
For example, the pseudo-human Zhang Yan, in his previous life he was just a school doctor, and at his peak he was only a head nurse, but after becoming a pseudo-human, he was able to master the skills of other industries in a very short time, and with a high level of proficiency.
Therefore, Bai Hui speculated that similar ghost stories and fake people would share the same database, and when needed, they would retrieve the required information, data, and skills from it for disguise!
Closer to home.
Bai Hui did not answer Li Youmo's question immediately.
He just stared blankly at the two strange black lines that were twisting and becoming chaotic after they temporarily lost their ability to move.
After a long pause, Bai Hui finally said, "No rush, let's wait for Feng Jue and see what he has to say. After all, this is his business. I'll think about it some more—"
Li Youyan was stunned for a moment: "Wait, Brother Hui, you also comprehended this?"
Bai Hui answered irrelevantly, pondering for a moment before saying, "Do you think they just used some kind of teleportation ability?"
"I'm not quite sure—I only know that these kinds of ghost stories seem to involve a method of finding humans, a rule like 'wealth in the mountains often has distant relatives'—but I haven't researched the specifics much."
Li Youmo paused for a moment, then said, "Brother Hui, take it easy. You can't just try to comprehend things like this!"
"It's nothing, I'm just taking a look," Bai Hui said nonchalantly. "Don't worry, I know what I'm doing."
He had experienced similar insights before, though not many, but he had gained some understanding.
At this moment, Feng was still in a state similar to being "out of control". The strange tales and the pseudo-humans were temporarily under control. He figured that since he was idle anyway, there was no harm in taking some time to reflect.
Anyway, without turning on [Ultimate Color], you might not be able to perceive anything—
"That's fine then."
Li Youmo glanced at Yu Zong, who was also suffering from persecution and temporarily "out of commission," knowing that the other was currently undergoing a process of cognitive restructuring due to the temporary relief of the crisis. He then said, "By the way, Brother Hui, after this matter is over, I might not be able to 'go online' for a while."
"Oh?"
Bai Hui turned his head, his eyes vacant, and asked calmly, "Why? Didn't you already condense your Heart's Fury?"
"My grandfather told me to practice divine fighting," to make the most of my split personality and bring it to its fullest potential—I want to become another "god" of myself.
Bai Hui was somewhat surprised: "I remember you were supposed to practice some kind of 'Boundless Life and Death Great Handprint' and 'Divine Strike'—can you even manage to practice all of that?"
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Li Youmo said with a hint of resentment, "It's all because of you, Brother Hui. You're too amazing. My grandfather is starting to put pressure on me because of your performance—"
Originally, I planned to practice this "divine strike" in my second year of high school —
Bai Hui asked curiously, "Can I practice?"
"Are you suffering from a split personality?" Li Youmo retorted. "If you're not, what kind of god are you planning to cultivate? If you're not going to nurture my god, what's the difference between that and working for someone else for nothing?"
"That's true—we'll talk about that later."
Bai Hui continued to try to comprehend the strange principles.
It can't really be called an insight; it's just normal observation, trying to memorize those chaotic and disordered lines, intending to find some kind of pattern in them.
The result was obvious: minimal effect.
During this process, the two ghost stories continued to recover.
They seemed to be struggling to get up.
Bai Hui originally planned to give them another blow.
But then a sudden inspiration struck him, and the weapon in his hand transformed into the Six Desires Demon Brick.
He grabbed one in each hand and slapped it at the head.
Immediately, Bai Hui saw that a small portion of those chaotic and disordered lines seemed to have been absorbed by the Heart Demon Brick!
"what?"
Bai Hui's eyes lit up, and he began to grab and smash things one after another.
Before long, the two chaotic and disordered lines were completely absorbed by the Demon Brick!
"Holy crap! Hui-ge, what's going on—"
Li Youmo exclaimed in surprise, before he could finish speaking.
Feng Jue gasped sharply.
Because the fake person who bound and exploited him was severely injured and temporarily lost his ability to act, his distorted cognition was temporarily reshaped.
Coming to his senses, he glared at the two fake figures lying on the ground, convulsing, with a face full of resentment!
"I remember now, I had an older brother! He was beaten to death by them because of his poor grades!!!"
Upon hearing this, Bai Hui asked, "Then should we kill them all?"
Feng Jue took several deep breaths, and a visible layer of frost spread out as she forced herself to calm down.
"No, no—that's too easy on them—let's stick to the original plan and let them become nourishment for my housing!"
"Okay." Bai Hui nodded. "How exactly do we do it?"
His sanity level is too low right now. Although he can still maintain his rationality by relying on [Simple Lines], it is already difficult for him to think about anything complicated. In order not to affect the normal work on the farm, Bai Hui has not put too much effort into this.
"It's very simple."
Feng Jue flipped his palm, revealing two icicles, each about the thickness of a thumb and twenty centimeters long. A cruel smile appeared on his face as he said, "Aren't they frugal? Don't they feed on guilt and resentment? This is the accumulated pain and resentment I've accumulated over the years because of them—"
Bai Hui, you know the Resuscitation Palm technique, right? And you seem to be quite skilled at it. Do me a favor and inject these two pains into their brains during their recovery process!
In this way, once they recover, their perception will be distorted, and they will believe that the house is the wedding room they prepared for me in the future.
After that, as long as I don't get married, they'll have this illusion that "their mission isn't finished," and they'll spend their lives supporting my housing fund!
Feng Jue laid out his entire plan.
Bai Hui nodded upon hearing this, took the two Heart-Slaying Ice Spikes, one in each hand, and used the "Emergency Recovery Palm" technique to slap them into the brains of the two fake humans.
The two dummy figures, which were recovering, began to struggle violently.
Then-
It just stopped moving!
Bai Hui:
Feng Jue:
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Li Youmo:
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Bai Hui quickly said, "I did exactly as you said, Feng Jue! This has nothing to do with me—by the way, You Ye has two more 'live' ones here, want to give them a try?"
"They're not my lifeline—" Feng Jue was also somewhat stunned, "Besides, all I have is the pain of growing up!"
Upon hearing this, Bai Hui hesitated for a moment and said, "Then how about this—you wait for me for a while, and after I recover, I'll take over..."
Think about it—
Feng Jue: "?"