Thriller Paradise

"Oh... really worthy of the name..." The soul of the imitation sneered back and said, "...insane."

"Oh... I won the prize... I won the prize..." He smiled and said.

"What kind of politeness do you have with him?" said the tracker. "Moreover... It’s the wastewood that you know him at the moment! Are you just shooting after the horse?"

"Well... I’m a bit curious about it, I’m a good brother, how did you know it?” I turned my head and turned to the firewood. “Although I also noticed some abnormalities from it, I’m here. Before I lived on its neck, I really didn't think about the 'counterfeit goods'."

"Actually, I am almost like you. At first I just thought that this 'fantasy' is a little weird, but I didn't doubt that he was being faked." When Wu Chai spoke, his hand that clamped the imitation soul did not relax. "Until... this guy puts the posture of the Tianma Meteor Boxing."

"What?" Feng Shou heard a glimpse of a glimpse of a group of memories in his mind. Two seconds later, he suddenly realized that "Oh... the posture is wrong."

"Ha? Is this the reason?" The track took over.

"Yes, this is the reason." Wastewood Uncle, "In the peak battle, I have seen the meteor fists in the sky more than once. His movements, and the movements of the imitation soul have some differences... the real sky No matter what kind of posture, it is always the left hand on the top, higher than the top..."

"Well, the angle at which the two legs are bent is that the right leg is behind and the bending is more pronounced than the left leg." Feng added.

"And... not only is the problem of posture." Uncle Chai said, his gaze under the sunglasses refocused on the face of the imitation soul. "The meteor fist of the sky is unique. Even if you search the whole game, No one can imitate its essence."

"Hey... isn't that a skill? Who uses the same?" The track didn't seem to believe it.

"Of course it's not the same... Losing you or a professional player, haven't you noticed it?" Feng Shi sighed and shook his head and patted the shoulders of the track. And explained, "Most of the attack skills in the thriller have no clear damage value... This is a very obvious implicit setting." He paused and said, "It seems to be the same skill, but different. The effect of the person is definitely different. Even if you let two players with the same level, equipment and specialization to make the same skill, the power will be different."

"In fact, even the same person ... in the same situation in different situations, the damage value will have ups and downs." Waste Chai added, "a subtle movement. Adjustment of a breathing frequency, even psychological Changes will affect the final result, not to mention the effects of physical weakness, injury and other factors."

"The original...the original." The track was taught this time, even if he died in the next second, he was not white.

"Don't look at the tactics used to use only one trick, the tactics seem to be monotonous." Waste Chai continued to say, "Actually... he is thick and thin. His meteor fist can be said to be one of the best in the game. His use of this skill has reached a state of perfection. From the d-level to the a-level destructive power. How much he wants to play, how much can be played."

"No wonder... When I was fighting this guy, I felt that his fist was getting stronger and stronger..." Hongjun helped the glasses and thought thoughtfully. "After using a skill for countless times, can you do this?"

"You don't have to think too much... his method, we can't learn." Wastewood's eyes are slightly changed. "Everyone has his own unique talent... On talent. The height of the sky may not be high, he The mind is not as good as you. From a professional player's point of view, he is not a talented player. Because he relies on intuition, hard work, and a little luck." He smiled. "But he got the champion of the peak of the hegemony and compared all of us. Oh... no one can copy it."

"Give me a wait!" The soul of the imitation is now snarling (it can still speak normally after being caught in the neck, the state of being suffocated before is just disguise), "From the moment you came to the island, I I have been secretly following, and observing your words and deeds. To say the posture... The posture that I put out is the same as that in the taunting woods! What is the difference? I am clearly the left hand, the right leg... ..."

"The extent of the body expansion is different from the trajectory of the limbs." Feng Shuai interrupted. "It is like two gymnasts doing the same set of technical movements. As long as they are observed carefully enough, even the layman can see a little. "He's different." He shrugged. "Of course... I didn't see you." He pointed to the uncle, "I saw you in the first place and attacked him directly... it was him. I just. It’s afterwards that Kong Ming is gone. You are planted in the judgment and courage between the dead and the dead.

This statement is not empty. If it is not the decisiveness of the waste wood, the soul of the imitation will not be so fast. Even if you think of Ge and Hongjun, you need more clues or other opportunities to be able to see through its disguise.

"Well... this is the end of the matter, and I can only accept this result." The soul of imitation seems to have been planted. "You did a good job, I was the first time... I was exposed in such a short period of time." "It paused. "Now, can you let me down and talk?"

"Look at the situation." When he spoke, his hand was even tighter.

"Reassured, I will not resist. In all fairness, I feel that I can't beat you." The soul of the imitation is easy to say.

"So if you run away?" asked the brother.

"Oh... if I want to escape, I ran away, and no one can stop me." The soul of imitation turned to face and feels good. "You have seen my family, you should know our ability." ""

I felt a little thought about it, and asked, "Alden?"

"Yes, it is him." The soul of the imitation returned. "Although the ability is slightly different, I can do it in an instant."

I didn’t know what to say, he stepped forward and made a look at the wastewood.

The wastewood nodded and nodded, then released his hand.

After the imitation of the soul, I licked my neck. Pretentiously, he breathed a sigh of relief: "So... let's talk about the pen trade, the aliens."

Feng Shou said straightforwardly, "Let's say, what do you want?"

The spirit of imitation smiled back and said: "Hey, I only have two requirements..." Its sight swept the players' faces. "First, I want a treasure from you..." It said here. When the system prompts the player's ear to sound ["treasure" is an item above the fine level, but does not allow to give the item in the script], "just give me anything. As long as it is attached to the magic Items."

Its first request was not for itself, but to help the rubbing hand to return to its original state. The soul of imitation needs a magical item from the "outside world" to complete the spell and save its peers.

"The second thing..." The soul of the imitation continues. "I want to hear a ghost story. Anyone who wants to talk about it, but it must be scary enough."

This requirement is to meet its own needs...

When I heard this, the wastewood uncle turned to look at the three teammates. Calmly said: "Let it kill."

"Hey!" The soul of the imitation came out.

"Don't worry." Feng did not know, "Listen to it..." He paused for a second, "...and it’s not too late to die."

As an npc, the soul of imitation can be described as a pressure mountain. However, its dialogue always has to be finished: "Uh huh... As long as you meet my requirements, I will naturally provide a corresponding return. I can do three things for you, but you can only choose three of them. One..." It stopped here and stopped for a moment. Again, "These three things are... one, telling the whereabouts of the sky and opening the passage to the next floor for you; second, sending the four of you directly to the altar at the bottom of the temple; three, immediately Bring the sky to you." After all, it smiles secretly. "Of course, you can also refuse to trade. In that case, I will leave immediately. You are here to ask for more blessings..."

"Well... we have to discuss it and make a decision." Hongjun replied.

"Please, please." The soul of the imitation extended a hand and made a "please" action.

Unconsciously, he did not worry that the other party would escape. He immediately waved his hand and signaled his teammates to come over. So everyone went with him to the corner of the other side of the stone room and whispered.

"I always feel that there is a conspiracy..." The traces of the mouth opened. "Since it says that you can move in an instant, then what are the conditions for us to talk about? The flash is not enough."

"No, I feel reasonable." Feng did not deny, "I did see a homologous creature of its kind. Although the appearance of the two is slightly different, it is undoubtedly the same kind of living body." He explained, " The one I have seen before does use instant movements and can move with others. The most important thing is... that guy also likes to hear ghost stories."

Hongjun said: "In my opinion... it is not so complicated. To put it bluntly, this is a plot option. When Chai Xiong saw the disguise of this npc, the plot was triggered." He paused for a second. Said, "In fact, the deal is generally fair. If we hand over a fine-level item and tell a zero-cost story, we can get one of those three rewards."

"I also agree to accept the transaction." Wastewood is uncle, "but the question at the moment is... Which reward should I choose?"

"The first one..." The track immediately took the road. "If you choose the second one, wouldn’t it mean to abandon the little horse? And the third option... although it is possible to meet with the little horse right away. , but the situation will return to the original point a few minutes ago."

"wrong."

Suddenly, I felt that my brother had a flustered tone and said a typo.

"Han?" next to the Hongjun is a sneak peek, "Where is it wrong? The trace analysis is quite reasonable."

"Is it?" Feng did not know, "I want to ask... After you know the whereabouts of Xiaoma Ge, what can you do?"

"Of course, go find him." Trace back.

"Do you know the way to this temple? Or have you seen the map here?"

"Uh……"

I didn’t feel that I was stupid in two sentences, and his words were not finished: “Even if you really have a full map of the temple, how can you guarantee that the little horse will stay where you are, waiting for you to find? ”

"Wait..." traced the road. "How do you know that Xiaoma Ge must be in this temple? Maybe he is in another..."

"Impossible." Feng Shuai interrupted. "In other places, he has already been obliterated, isn't it?"

"Oh... not right!" The track was again. "The five of us are entering the temple together. When passing through the activity gate, Xiaoma is neither the first one nor the last one. He has never left our sight. The imitation soul has no chance to adjust the package..."

"Because it has been replaced by the outside." The seal did not feel calmly.

"Then you said that he must be in the temple?" The trackers listened.

"If you think about it, you will understand... There is only one time to change..." Feng Jie said, "It’s when all four of you have been turned into a shadow, and I haven’t returned to the team." The other side of the imitation soul glanced, "it was at that time, and the rubbing hand completed the package." He paused. Again, "the method is very simple. The thumb of the print first puts the little pony out of the shadow, and then the imitation soul immediately grabs the little horse and makes a teleport, sending it somewhere in the temple. Then it re Move back, use the ability to transform yourself to disguise yourself as a shadow, kneeling on the ground..."

When I heard this, I screamed coldly; "Hey... I want to come now, these guards are much smarter than I thought... they have considered the situation that the rubbing hand will lose to me, even though The probability is extremely low. But they are still ready for the road..."

At this time, Hongjun asked: "What do you mean... choose the third one?"

"Unexpectedly, I feel that the third item is the death option..." Feng did not feel guilty. "No. To be exact, it is the group extinction option... After the election, five people were trapped in this stone room." The possibility is high."

"That... you said that it is better to choose the second one?" asked the waste wood.

"Of course." Feng did not feel a natural look, "Remember the situation when the previous mission was completed?" He did not wait for the teammates to answer. Then he said, "At the moment of arrival at the destination, the time limit for the killing of the player will be immediately released. The mission will also be regarded as [completed]. For the next mission, wait until the maximum time limit of the last main line is completed and stay. After a buffer period, it will be triggered.

That is to say... When the second item is selected, the four of us will complete the current main line task immediately and will no longer be threatened by the time limit. Even if the time limit is over, none of us will be at the altar and will not be obliterated, because our mission has long been 'completed'.

Under this premise, we only need to leave one person to wait at the altar, and others can look for the whereabouts of the little horse without any scruples.

The worst result... We still didn't find him after more than two hours, and he couldn't reach the altar on his own. If that happens, we are only one person down. The rest of the people can still return to the bottom and continue to clear the customs. ”

After a sigh of relief, he changed his tone and said: "In contrast, choosing the first one is unreasonable. It is all in a strange environment to find a target that is likely to be moving. Why not? Start from the end point on the premise of ensuring your own safety?

Also, don't forget to consider the issue from the perspective of Pony. He entered the temple earlier than we did, but the time he received the second mission was consistent with us. When he receives a new assignment, he will understand when he looks at the team bar - the four of us have already arrived at the temple and have not been obliterated.

At this time, no matter where his position is, he will immediately start to go down. Because he is very clear, rather than looking for teammates in such a maze of places, it is better to go straight to the end and meet us. Maybe... he is now quite close to the altar.

If we choose the third article... even if it does not lead to the outcome of the regiment, it will undoubtedly hang him back. Then, as the tracer said, he returned to the embarrassing situation of 'five people being trapped together in a closed space'. ”

After saying this, the teammates can be said to be open. After a few more discussion, the four quickly reached a consensus.

They quickly walked back to the side of the imitation soul, like the mantle flowing in the street to slap the good women, and re-enclose the other side...

"We have negotiated well, and we have chosen the second one."

"Oh?" The tone of the imitation soul seemed a little surprised, but it immediately changed into a sarcasm. "Hey... do you want to abandon your teammates, a bunch of ruthless guys."

"Give you treasures." Feng did not feel the other party's words, took out [Mario's pipe wrench] from the bag, handed the imitation soul, "hold."

To this day, the pipe wrench that was first used as the main melee weapon of the brothers has finally left him. As the level and strength increase, this weapon gradually becomes a chicken.

To say that melee fighting, I can't help but now I can make a strong move with only fists and feet, not to mention that he also has the perfect killer of the blade that must be broken.

To say the purpose of the tool, a [wjq-308 military shovel] has almost all the functions of the tool, which undoubtedly includes the pipe wrench.

In addition, after the version is updated, [Mario's pipe wrench] has become a binding device, and it is impossible to put it on the auction house for sale.

Jue Ge had already intended to let this piece of equipment out of the historical stage, only because this pipe wrench is quite commemorative (he used the first fine-level equipment he received with extra reward), so he has been hesitant.

But at the moment, it seems to be a good time. Instead of taking this equipment to fill the "crusher", it is better to use it here and contribute to the team.

"Oh... then I will accept it unceremoniously." The imitation soul took the pipe wrench and stuffed it into his chest and stored it in the body.

"So... please listen to my ghost story." Feng did not feel the way. (To be continued, please search for astronomical literature, the novel is better updated faster!