Chapter 3 Bone Flag [Magic Way]
Yu Jing casually pulled off a piece of white cloth and wiped the blood on his hands.
Those weird things are not without resistance.
It's just that in the face of absolute strength, their power seems particularly weak.
Looking at the pile of flesh and blood in front of him, Yu Laomo's face was full of unfinished content.
Obviously these strange things did not satisfy his newly rising murderous intention at all.
"The monster in this horror game..."
"So weak!"
Out of caution engraved in his bones, he was fully prepared in case anything unexpected happened.
But compared to the dangerous world of Xianxia, this copy is simply a child's play. .
The red and white demons sound more intimidating, but they are not even as good as the mortals who are successful in martial arts in that world.
Fortunately, he was not without gains. At least the severed limbs and remains in front of him were enough to refine a useful magical weapon.
Flesh and blood are used as sacrifices, bones are used as poles, human skin is used as flags, souls are used as bait, and white paper is used to attract spirits, which can lead to the underworld and ward off ghosts and gods.
He has refined the same magic weapon tens of millions of times, and every step has become almost instinctive.
His technique was so fast that afterimages of his hands danced.
The audience in the live broadcast room felt their eyes blurred as a long flag appeared in Yu Jing's hand.
The eight bearers were originally paper figures. After losing their bodies, their imprisoned souls regained their freedom.
But how could Yu Laomo let go of the good nutrients that nourish the demon fetus? I saw him gently waving the bone flag, and billowing demonic energy flew out from it and turned into a demonic dragon to swallow them all.
Item: Bone Flag [Magic Way]
Level: Low-grade magic weapon.
Main soul: None.
It can be swallowed and upgraded to the Hyakki Banner [Demon Way].
Looking at the bone flag in Yu Jing's hand, the live broadcast room exploded.
【: Oh my God!Ghost weapon... This is definitely a ghost weapon...]
[: Hand rubbing ghost device, the anchor is really incredible! 】
[: Can the ghost weapon in the anchor’s hands be sold?I can pay 20...】
[: I want to buy a ghost weapon for 20 yuan, how dare you say that above...]
The so-called ghost weapons are actually some props in the horror game copy.
Depending on the plot settings or due to being contaminated by unspeakable forces, they possess strange abilities.
Some of the ghost weapons will be broken directly after completing the plot, which cannot bring out the horror game at all.
Although some dungeons have a chance of dropping after clearing the level, the drop rate is frighteningly low.
The horror game has only started for three months, and the only person who can have a ghost weapon in his hand is the boss who has cleared the game several times.
Anyone over the age of Blue Star has a chance of being drawn into the horror game.
No one wants to face the weirdness in the copy with bare hands.
Every time a ghost weapon is put on the shelves, it is quickly sold out.
Therefore, ghost weapons also exist in the market with a price but no market.
But this was the first time they had seen someone like Yu Jing directly rubbing ghost weapons with his hands in the dungeon.
[: Brothers, after watching the anchor, I think I can do it again! [: I have a bold idea... If it works, you can call me Mr. Wang. If it fails, don’t forget to give me a stick of incense. See you in 6 minutes! 】
【: Damn it!There are no guns or cannons, so we can make our own ghost weapons?So itchy!I need to grow my brain...]
【:Ha ha!Master Tao, I have realized it... Master Tao, I am going to become... The thriller game, start! 】
Compared to their desire for ghost weapons, Yu Jing frowned at the bone flag in his hand.
Only a low-grade magic weapon? How is this different from burning a fire stick? never mind!
After all, the materials are limited, so it should be barely enough for this copy of the game.
After the Bone Flag swallowed the souls of eight bearers, wisps of ghost energy were born out of thin air, trying to get into Yu Jing's body.
what is this? Are experience rewards gained from killing monsters? Yu Laomo sneered at this and complained about the stinginess of those behind the scenes.
This tiny amount of energy was completely negligible to him who had already created a supreme demonic body.
He raised his head and looked at the mountains in the distance with eyes full of hope the final boss in the ancient mansion can bring him a surprise.
When a person is so good that it makes people jealous, rumors will arise.
[: I bet that the anchor is definitely not a newcomer. At least he has a ghost weapon hidden in his body that can resist strange erosion. 】
[: Let’s just say, how could someone create a ghost weapon with their bare hands? 】
[: I heard that a flag-shaped ghost weapon appeared at an auction in City M recently, and it was finally snapped up by a young rich man in a low-key manner...]
These people would rather believe that Yu Jing, who lives in a rented house, is rich than believe in his true strength.
In fact, the latter is indeed more outrageous.
As a newcomer to the horror game, Yu Jing's performance is too bland.
Someone reviewed the live broadcast frame by frame, and never saw a trace of panic and panic on his face.
Trapped in the coffin, he escaped with a flash of red light in front of his eyes.
It can't be said that he used this ghost weapon in his hand now.
After all, the Bone Flag suddenly appeared out of thin air, and no one saw his refining process clearly.
Maybe it was a trick like magic.
With just a few words, everyone molded Yu Jing into an unforgivable person who pretended to be a cute new blogger to gain traffic.
Of course, some people tried to refute verbally, but were quickly defeated.
Compared to the rumors, what the anchor did was too fantasy and could not be explained clearly in words.
The screen turns.
Yu Jing regarded the bone flag that everyone regarded as a treasure as an ordinary crutch and walked along the only road to the ancient house in the mountains.
This behavior is tantamount to seeking death in the eyes of others.
After all, as long as he hides in the foggy woods nearby and waits until the game time is over, it is certain that he will pass the level.
Even if the reward is slightly worse, it is still hundreds of times better than losing your life in vain.
……
There is a quaint house hidden deep in the mountains and old forests.
The gray brick walls are about to decay after hundreds of years of history.
The sky was turning late and the darkness inside the ancient house made the atmosphere particularly strange.
In front of the gate, the matchmaker vigorously flapped the cattail leaf fan in her hand, trying to hide the fear in her heart.
The auspicious time is approaching, but those guys who are welcoming the bride are late.
He must be used to being lazy and lacks discipline.
If this offends the person in the room, I'm afraid everyone will not be able to become a ghost.
As if feeling the terrifying evil aura in the house, she couldn't help but speed up the movements of her hands.
The cattail leaf fan in her hand was sewn from the face of a delicate girl and could not withstand too much pressure.
Its mouth began to continuously emit shrill wails.
"stop fighting……"
The matchmaker cursed angrily and wanted to get angry, but she happened to catch a glimpse of the figure in the distance.
The prey actually took the bait?
And such a great thing? "The new uncle is here! The new uncle is here!"
She was relieved and hurriedly shouted towards the door with a wicked smile on her lips.
The door of the ancient house opened instantly, and a large number of people poured out in the blink of an eye.
In the midst of mourning and music.
They were all dressed in mourning and lined up in an orderly manner, kneeling on both sides of the red carpet and crying heartbrokenly.
A row of white paper lanterns at the door also spontaneously ignited without fire, lighting up with green will-o'-the-wisps.
The black words "hi" on the white paper were dyed a bit green.
The mourning flags swayed in the gloomy wind, and the open door of the ancient house looked like a huge mouth of the abyss that could close at any time.
Waiting for Yu Jing to come to your door on his own initiative.
(End of this chapter)