Chapter 68 Grandpa
Two crooked self-rescue plans failed, and there was a slight soreness in the heavy pupils on his forehead.
Wei Miao was still standing where she was, and she remembered something else.
She had just planted an eye seed for a classmate who was walking in front of her. Now, although the connection was weak, it was not completely broken.
Perhaps this good assistant who was originally used to verify the murderous alarm clock can help her step on the supernatural pit on the stairs first.
When she was calming down, on the other end of the stairs, which was equally empty and scary, Su Jin's limbs were numb due to fear. She was as motionless as taking root on the steps. Her head could hardly think calmly, and she was even holding a cardboard box.
Everyone knows that the survival rate of paranormal incidents is low. She knew her own weight. It was too difficult to survive the supernatural, and the strange stairs were still supernatural.
She couldn't notice that a dark, scarlet vertical pupil popped out of the skin on her forehead and looked around flexibly.
Once the eye seed is successfully planted, there will be different initial stages depending on the strength of the recipient.
Due to the attribute gain of the camouflage coefficient, Wei Miao's all-round qualities have already surpassed ordinary people. Using "Scarlet Pollution" on mortals is really a dimensionality reduction attack, and the degree of dominance has reached a deep level from the beginning.
For Su Jin, whose willpower was about to be overwhelmed by fear, the subconscious's influence on her increased greatly. In this state, it could be regarded as almost complete control.
Under the subconscious suggestion, even though Su Jin was stiff and did not dare to act rashly, she came up with the idea of "going upstairs to have a look" and put it into action.
She put down the carton, moved her right leg that didn't seem to belong to her, and climbed up to the second floor.
The second floor was very quiet, and Su Jin was like a walking zombie, heading towards the third floor.
One step at a time... When her sight was high enough to catch a glimpse of the floor sign on the third floor, she paused suddenly and felt a chill in her heart.
It’s still the “second floor”!
"A ghost beating the wall?" Su Jin said in a trembling voice.
“Turn around!”
The scarlet vertical pupils flashed with the light of thought, subconsciously commanding her.
Su Jin quickly went downstairs with a glimmer of hope.
However, when they reached the middle platform, Su Jin naturally turned her head to look downstairs and couldn't help but scream: "Ah!"
She covered her mouth tightly and stepped back a few steps in panic. Stepping forward, extreme panic filled the soul.
There are two staircases, one with thirteen steps. In the lower half leading to the next floor, a terrifying figure was facing her, standing on the fifth step.
This is an old man wearing a white shroud, with short gray hair, eyes full of whites without pupils, brown age spots all over his skin that is wrinkled like water, his body is stooped, his hands hang down naturally, and he wears black trousers and embroidered shoes. Judging from the age, it should be nearly a hundred years ago.
It raised its head and seemed to be looking at her.
Scarlet Eyes can see the ethereal black aura on it.
Wei Miao saw this scene through the cross-shaped eyes, and her heart moved.
She turned back and went downstairs, looking to the next floor.
Sure enough, the exact same figure was blocked on the stairs, looking directly at Wei Miao.
Wei Miao looked at it without timidity. Whether it was an old man or a little sister, there was not much difference in her eyes.
Instead, I discovered a detail.
"The ghost on my side is standing on the fourth step, and the ghost over there is standing on the fifth step. She and I were in similar positions when we went upstairs. The initial state of the ghost should be the same. The only thing The difference is that she just went up to the first floor, so the ghost took a step forward?"
Wei Miao speculated on the behavior of the ghost: "Should we react based on our actions? But go downstairs? "
Going downstairs to meet the ghost on the narrow road... is very risky. The ghost is not moving now, but it doesn't mean that it hasn't moved yet when it touches the face. If the ghost's mechanism is to get close to a certain distance before taking action, then it is tantamount to throwing itself into a trap.
"There are two possibilities. When we go up one floor, it will move up one level, and when we reach a certain level, it will be our death. Another possibility is that this ghost simply shortens the distance between each other. If at a certain level Within the order range, the attack will be triggered."
These are the two modes Wei Miao speculated.
She couldn't figure out the strength of this old man. It was best to avoid conflicts. The tool man on the other side was a mortal and had no capital to fight against ghosts.
From a safety perspective, if the tool person can find a feasible path, she does not have to put herself in danger.
In order to prevent the tool man's life from being completely lost in seconds, she needs to eliminate several wrong options first, because the danger is too unpredictable. The tool man can help her detect crises that she may not have thought of.
Wei Miao estimated from the state of his cross eyes that he could use future vision twice at most, and any more could cause serious damage.
She took a deep breath, temporarily gave up her control over Su Jin, and her eyes overlapped again.
In the precognitive scene, she rushed down the stairs decisively. When passing by the old man, the red blade raised a sharp arc and pierced the old man's neck horizontally with an overhand hold.
Wei Miao went all out with this thrust, the whole blade of the blade was submerged in it, and it stabbed through the neck.
What if capturing the thief first and capturing the king will be effective?
But the impact of the red blade could not shake the old man at all, and not a trace of blood seeped out of the wound. It stood there unconsciously, its head turning strangely and stiffly, its eyes following her.
Wei Miao knew that the attack was useless to the old man.
She pulled out the dagger and did not stop. When she raised her eyes, the round card in front of her still read "2".
She continued to rush down the stairs to the next floor. For her, 11 seconds was enough to complete all the actions she expected.
However, on the middle platform, she stopped in anticipation and calmly looked down at the old man who was still below.
It stood there lifelessly, but the strange thing was that this time its back was facing Wei Miao.
Moreover, the number of steps it stands on has changed.
It now stands on the third level.
The neck was intact, with no signs of injury.
The maximum time has come, and Wei Miao exits the state of future vision, feeling a little tired. She is now like a person who has run two hundred meters at full speed. Her energy is severely wasted, but she can be full of energy as long as she takes a rest.
There was a slight tingling sensation in his eyes.
“Rules-based products cannot directly destroy ghosts, but you can use the rules to escape.”
Wei Miao probably understood the nature of this old man, and her previous knowledge of the world was not in vain. .
There is a special type among the supernatural. They are combined with a phenomenon or rule, and relying on it, they will be reborn even if they are fatally attacked.
There are two solutions to facing them. One is brute force cracking. The power of the supernatural is not infinite. Every time it is reborn, it needs to consume power. As long as it is killed enough times, the supernatural can no longer maintain its existence.
The other is to figure out its rules and escape smoothly. This method of cracking will also consume its power.
To a certain extent, the Spirit-Expelling Society is very fond of this kind of supernatural being. As long as the rules are mastered, it can even be used to imprison some difficult-to-handle supernatural beings and let them consume them.
They generally cannot be solved at once, so they become "copies" that can be brushed repeatedly and sometimes used to screen new people.
Later on, punching in and brushing off books every day became a daily routine for some people. If the copy is gone, I will still feel a little empty.
If there is no single chapter on leave but no update on that day, then the update will be in the middle of the night. Dear readers, it is better to go to bed first~
(End of this chapter)