If you become a monster, you will succeed

Looking at the reminder on the phone, Feng Xue felt dizzy for a moment. Although it was a job, he still planned to hide the profession of corpse collector.

After all, he has traveled for less than a week, so it is an unusual thing to get a job so quickly, not to mention that the gang itself has a tendency to block the upward channel as a manager. If he thinks he has mastered some special transfer Professional skills, it is not good.

Of course, he was quite curious about what could be smelted out of the corpse of the ominous omen, which is why he didn't leave immediately. If those gang members start looking for someone to collect the corpse, he can pretend to be an ordinary person who is short of money and go to work .

However, Feng Xue stared in the alley for a few minutes, but those gang members had no intention of finding someone to collect the corpse, instead they threw some knives, daggers, leather armor and civilian clothes into the pile of shredded meat.

"What's the situation?" Feng Xue looked at this scene inexplicably, always feeling like witnessing a strange cult sacrifice.

This process lasted about ten minutes. After a familiar figure appeared, the e-donkey rider (although the donkey was gone) finally asked his men to pick up the items thrown into the meat again.

Seeing the interaction between Lao Li and the manager, Feng Xue couldn't help grinning. He could clearly see that the manager was in a bad mood at the moment, which made him curious about what was going on.

Seeing Lao Li, with the help of the gang members, throwing the meat pieces onto the cart one by one, Feng Xue turned around and left immediately. There would be no gain if he stayed here, so he chose to go to Lao Li's house to wait for him to come back.

...

About half an hour later, Lao Li, who was whistling, returned to the door, and immediately saw Feng Xue who had been waiting for a long time, and couldn't help but wonder:

"Why don't you just 'call'?"

"Who knows if there are any taboos to collect corpses for bad omens?" Feng Xue spread her hands, looking like she was not doing well, and Lao Li understood what happened when she heard the words, took out her badge and swiped it at the door, then turned her head and said:

"Anyway, come in and talk."

In the luxurious room as always, Lao Li casually said while making tea:

"Did you see the body of the ominous omen before? What do you want to ask?"

"Hmm... what is that ominous omen? Why is the scene so tragic?"

Feng Xue asked a bit stumbled, pretending that she arrived at the scene after receiving the notice, but Lao Li did not doubt him, and said casually:

"The omens that corpses turn into generally have a certain degree of immortality, and different omens have different killing methods. For example, a zombie-type omen can be killed by blowing its head, while a mummy-type omen needs to be burned. The most troublesome ghost omens are even immune to physical attacks.

"Today it is only a stitch monster. Although it is easier to deal with than the ghost type, there is no special way to kill it. If you want to kill it, you must either use an illusion with the entry of restraining immortality, or you can only divide it into two parts. Just fine enough.

"Speaking of which, the method of dividing enough pieces is suitable for most of the omens of corpse transformation. After all, as long as the density of [knowledge] in the body of omens is reduced to the point that they cannot form an entry, they can be eliminated. It’s in the knowledge given, haven’t you read it?”

"How can you finish reading so much knowledge in half a day?" Feng Xue rolled her eyes, but she caught the vocabulary he wanted, skipped the topic directly, and asked instead:

"Phantom? What is that?"

Hearing Feng Xue asked about this term, Lao Li's hand pouring tea paused for a moment, then shook his head and said:

"Illusions are illusions, just like us creatures can become [Ghost Story] if we accumulate enough labels, and dead objects will become so-called illusions with enough labels. Even the lowest-level illusions , also possesses solid characteristics that ordinary fakes do not have, and apart from the same phantoms or ghost stories, it is rarely worn out for other reasons."

Hearing Lao Li's words, Feng Xue immediately thought of the Stitch Monster's exaggerated defense against ordinary gang members, and couldn't help frowning: "According to what you said, the ghost talk can't be hurt by things other than ghost talk and phantoms? "

"You can't say that." Lao Li shook his head, gave Feng Xue a cup of tea, took a sip, and then explained:

"All solidity is relative. The solidity of the phantom is more like the feeling of 'game props without durability settings'. It itself has no setting for destruction, so it is difficult to destroy.

"The difference between ghost stories and phantoms is also here. Phantoms are phantoms, and its own elements determine everything about it. But besides the label, phantoms also have the part of being a 'living thing', even if it is not destroyed. Its [element], as long as this living creature is killed, the strange talk will be self-defeating.

"This is also where the omens of corpse metamorphosis are troublesome, because they are already dead, so they must 'kill the corpse', which is much more difficult than killing people or animals.

"Of course, the phantom is not indestructible. After all, it is just the product of the accumulation of elements, so as long as it has the corresponding elements, it can affect it."

"Understood, the setting is bigger than the sky, and the special attack is on the Japanese gods." Feng Xue nodded to conclude, and Lao Li's eyes lit up immediately. He only felt that this statement was very subtle, and immediately recorded it in his novice instruction manual.

Feng Xue looked at Lao Li's serious notes, and couldn't help laughing. She picked up the teacup and took a sip, only feeling full of saliva. A cup of tea gave him a strong sense of happiness.

After drinking the tea in the cup, he looked up at Lao Li again, and asked the question that he wanted to ask a long time ago, but was worried about arousing suspicion:

"How do phantoms come about? People can get entries through acting, but it's impossible for phantoms that are dead things to be impersonated, right? Is there a blacksmith who can create phantoms?"

"This..." Lao Li paused for a while, as if he was organizing his words, and he opened his mouth after a while:

"There are three main channels for the birth of phantoms. The first is what you said, man-made, but this is purely luck. Corresponding entries, in fact, most people who have the blacksmith profession can play two or three illusions in a few decades.

"The second type is the accompanying phantom. Simply put, it is the legendary items that are highly bound to the ghost story itself, such as the shroud of the mummy ghost story, the scissors of the rip girl, masks, etc., these things It will appear directly at the same time as the ghost story is formed, but the function and type are very single.

"The third is the enrichment of elements. In an environment with a high concentration of free elements, some items will be contaminated with a small amount of elements. If you are lucky, these elements will settle and accumulate, just like a corpse becomes a bad omen. Become phantom.

"Actually, many people think that bad omens are more like activated phantoms than ghost stories. Well, you should have seen those gangsters throwing things into corpses before, right? That's actually just trying to see Can you produce one or two phantoms?"