Life Copy Game

"talent?"

He Ao caught the key word.

"The so-called talent is just like the ability used by the magic apprentice in front of you." The middle-aged man seemed a little surprised that He Ao didn't know the concept of talent, but he still explained patiently,

"These abilities do not need to be acquired. They come from some kind of sudden 'awakening'. Someone suddenly possesses abilities that others cannot acquire. We call this ability that cannot be acquired through learning 'talent.' .”

Then he thought about it and added, "Every talent has its own name. The user of the talent must anchor his or her abilities according to this name. Once deviation occurs, it will easily lead to distortion and harm." Madness, such as what this magic apprentice experienced. So in a sense, talent is both a gift and a curse."

"So, these talents will show a certain regular arrangement?"

He Ao asked casually.

"No, we haven't found out yet whether there is some potential connection between talents." The middle-aged man was stunned for a moment, then smiled, "But this is a good question, and I am also wondering whether there is any connection between these talents. There is some kind of internal connection, arranged in a certain pattern.”

He Ao looked at this middle-aged man and felt that he did not have any malicious intentions, but he was just a good teacher.

And he knows a lot.

However, there seems to be a certain gap between the talents he mentioned and the talent sequences in the dungeon world. The main difference is that these talents do not appear to be arranged in a sequence, and they are not numbered.

At this time, He Ao's cell phone suddenly rang, and it was a message from Zhang Anxia: [He Ao, we are almost there. ]

He Ao replied: [Okay, I'm on the third floor now]

"Aren't you going to deal with the contaminants in your hands?"

At this time, the middle-aged man suddenly asked, "Holding it all the time will affect your mental state."

"Contaminants?"

He Ao looked at him doubtfully.

When the middle-aged man heard this question, he obviously paused. Then he thought that He Ao didn't even know his 'talent', so he explained in detail,

"The definition of pollutants is extraordinary items with extraordinary power and special pollution properties. For example, the magician's hat in your hand, after the death of the magician apprentice, it absorbed the magic apprentice's natural strength and crazy will, and continued It's a pollutant that radiates madness outward.

Different pollutants have different containment and treatment methods. For example, this kind of crazy pollution needs to be isolated with a Mithril-customized container. "

Then without waiting for He Ao to ask this time, he further explained, "The so-called mithril is a special alloy that mixes the four metals of silver, iron, copper, and nickel in a specific ratio. This alloy can effectively isolate the pollution of the crazy aura."

It sounds very expensive.

He Ao thought for a while, "Are those flowers outside also pollutants?"

"That's a corpse flower, a mutated plant."

The middle-aged man explained.

"Is that a corpse flower?"

He Ao was stunned.

"Yes," the middle-aged man didn't understand why He Ao was so surprised, "This kind of flower will grow on human corpses, using human soul and flesh and blood as nutrients to grow, and it will also attract other people passing by to become it. of nutrients, but grinding its petals into powder can help people restore their souls and enhance their resistance to pollution.”

"Is it valuable?"

"valuable."

"The picking method is just to pull it up right?"

"Yes, the main useful ingredient is the petals. As long as the petals are intact, it is fine. However, after picking the corpse flower, its spirituality will be lost within a day. It needs to be sealed in ice and frozen for storage. This can slow down the loss of its spirituality. The extent can probably be extended to six months.”

"OK."

He Ao jumped directly and jumped from the third floor.

The middle-aged man curiously walked to the edge of the corridor and poked his head down. He Ao rolled to the ground and then plucked out all the corpse flowers underneath. The one he had thrown away on the ground was also gone. Picked it up and held it in my arms.

Then he quickly went upstairs.

The middle-aged man looked at the large handful of densely packed flowers in his arms and burst into laughter.

And just when he laughed, a corpse flower was handed to him.

"This is?"

He was a little confused.

"remuneration."

He Ao said calmly.

Knowledge itself has value.

"This knowledge is relatively common. It's not worth that price. It's probably worth..." The middle-aged man glanced at He Ao in surprise, then reached out and picked off two petals, "It's worth so much."

He Ao was not polite. He took back the remaining flowers and asked softly,

"Can this flower be effective for the elderly who are eroded by pollution?"

"So you are waiting for me here," the middle-aged man glanced at the two petals in his hand and laughed again, "How old are you?"

"More than eighty years old."

He Ao's face was expressionless.

"An old man in his 80s cannot bear the power of such a powerful medicine. You take half a petal, grind it into powder, mix it with one liter of purified water or boiled water, and give him about 100 ml for the first time. After he wakes up, he takes it every day. With one hundred milliliters, his soul could probably be fully restored.

Ordinary people cannot resist madness by relying on external forces, but can only rely on the strength of their own souls. Corpse flowers can restore people's souls. "

The middle-aged man said softly.

"Thanks."

He Ao nodded.

"What?!"

There were hurried footsteps downstairs, and Zhang Anxia walked up anxiously. He saw the flesh and blood left behind by the dead pigeons on the road, "Are you okay?"

Then he saw the middle-aged man who was chatting with He Ao.

As soon as he opened his mouth, the middle-aged man blinked at him, so he moved his eyes to He Ao. After making sure that He Ao was okay, he breathed a sigh of relief and asked helplessly,

"Didn't I tell you not to be impulsive?"

He Ao naturally saw the interaction between the two. The middle-aged man did not want to reveal his identity, so he would not ask more questions. He shook his head, "I am not impulsive. Those pigeons took the initiative to attack me."

"Pigeon? Juggler's apprentice? Where are the others?"

Zhang Anxia was a little surprised.

He Ao turned around with an innocent face and pointed at the skeleton nailed to the ground by steel bars, "Over there."

"died?"

Zhang Anxia was stunned.

"justifiable defense."

Heao added.

During the whole process, He Ao only made one and a half moves against the magician. The first half of the move was using a steel plate to resist the pigeons. After He Ao showed his strength and willingness not to fight, the magician still continued to attack him. He launched an attack and seriously endangered his life.

So in order to protect his own life, he launched a defensive counterattack. The original intention of his blow was not to kill the magician, but to use steel bars to immobilize the magician. However, he did not expect that the magician would destroy his flesh and blood. Transformed into a flock of pigeons, they themselves were in extremely poor health, and a single blow resulted in death.

As for why he didn't run away, it was because he had been discovered by the pigeons, which were extremely aggressive. If he ran away, innocent passers-by might be injured or even killed.

Of course, there is another reason why He Ao feels that he can fight. As he said, risks and benefits coexist.

Ho Ao's behavior is of a righteous and courageous nature, and the magician (sleight of hand apprentice) himself is a dangerous and wanted criminal, and may endanger the safety of the surroundings at any time.

In addition, He Ao actually only attacked once. According to the laws of China, this situation can basically be judged as legitimate defense.

In China, this kind of clearly defined legitimate defense will not be punished.

Of course, the situation of extraordinary people may be special, but the regulations to protect extraordinary people cannot be more generous than those to protect ordinary people.

"I can testify," the middle-aged man on the side said suddenly, "this young man was indeed forced to fight back in self-defense."