Odd Containment Specialist

In front of the Yama Palace, Song Jianshou stared with his eyes wide open, his extremely serious expression seemed a little scary. At this moment, his demeanor and temperament were completely different from his lazy and relaxed state just now. Anyone could see that his brain was in an extremely sharp and high-speed thinking state.

He just activated the command spell, and then Xia Shou knelt down...

But the command spell only works on slaves, so the person in front of him is not Xia Shou, but one of the slaves...

But the maid ghost in the intelligence is clearly floating behind him. That is Xia Shou's possessed spirit...

A lot of fragmentary clues kept stirring in Song Jianshou's mind. After a few seconds, his eyes flashed, and he suddenly chuckled nervously.

"Heh, so it's just the head that was changed!"

It must be a head change!

But it's not just a head change.

Song Jianshou squinted at the black water at the bottom of the boat, then raised his head and looked at the people on the opposite side who were standing still, then he raised his feet, jumped off the boat, and stepped on the black water to the front of the battlefield.

"Pedros, come on." Song Jianshou ignored the others and only looked at Pedros.

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Funeral Hall Underworld Headquarters.

Wang Yougong was frozen to the wall by thick frost. Surrounded by ordinary people who were transformed like him, almost all of them were pierced through the body by huge ice spikes and frozen to the wall.

The only exception was the woman standing in front of the pool of black water.

Wang Yougong opened his eyes wide and stared at the other party in surprise. He had a deep impression of that familiar face.

Not only him, but all of them had an impression!

This was the woman who stood up and cursed Xia Shou when Xia Shou announced the "liberation" declaration, and then she was decapitated and sent here with thousands of heads.

And now, this woman is the only one who is not covered by ice and is standing there.

She stood there with one eye open and one eye closed, expressionless.

The evil ghost claw that did not belong to her was holding the body of a girl with only the upper body left and both arms torn off. It was the girl they had seen on the boat who could summon a huge iceberg.

"I'm not used to this feeling."

The woman spoke hoarsely. The part below her neck was the body of an evil ghost. The air passed through the strange throat and the sound it made was also similar to that of an evil ghost.

Lulu, whose arms were torn off, gritted her teeth and said in Xia Shou's hand: "You... guy! Why can you use the senior's superpowers!"

"Ah? What did you say? I can't hear clearly." Xia Shou said.

With his left ear, he could hear the superpower in his hand talking.

With his right ear, he was in front of the gate of the Yama Palace, listening to the screams of hundreds of civilians being tortured.

The left eye saw the black water and the frozen people in front of him, and the right eye saw Song Jianshou jumping off the strange boat.

Before, he and others had done experiments to deeply test the details of the body swap.

Before that, they knew that after the original body left the main body, it could still transmit all the sensations it felt back to the person concerned. Even when it was used by others, the touch, cold and heat, and pain would all be completely transmitted back.

In contrast, people who use other people's bodies will not feel anything about the limbs of others. They can only manipulate bodies that do not belong to them, but cannot receive sensory feedback from those parts.

Vision and hearing are also part of the senses, and like touch, they are beneficial senses. This is probably why the cyborgs are equipped with their own heads, eyes and ears, and will not be replaced with monsters' ears and eyes.

So, Xia Shou finally worked out this plan.

He selected a person with similar bone structure to himself from the civilians, exchanged heads with him, and then exchanged faces, one ear, and one eye with each other.

Now, his face is not his own, and one ear and one eye are not his own.

In this way, the substitute can see the battle situation on the battlefield of Yama Palace for him, and can also hear the secret code given by his companions on the other side.

However, a pair of eyes see different images, and the left and right ears hear different sounds at the same time. This experience is really very strange.

A lot of messy feedback affects the judgment during the battle.

Just like now, he is standing normally, but the other side of his body gives him the tactile feedback of kneeling on both knees and supporting the ground with both hands. This kind of physical information is misplaced from reality.

Xia Shou saw that Song Jianshou was going to take action in the Yama Palace.

But this is not a big problem. Before, when Su Yue said to him beside the substitute, "Brother Xia Shou, we are going!", he had already activated [Self-Death].

As long as the people on Su Yue's side are not dead, and the man with the poem tattoo on his face does not come back, he can keep moving here until all areas are explored.

"I want to thank you. If I hadn't come to the underworld, I would definitely not have the opportunity to do this experiment, and I would not know that Merlin's Shadow locked my consciousness, but now I have to do business.

While they can still delay a little time, let's explore it. Where are the things you moved from the Yama Palace?" Xia Shou asked.

This was the biggest reason for him to implement this plan, because Huangfu Zuoren in the mourning stick said that the funeral home seemed to have moved away everything that could be moved from the Yama Palace.

But Huangfu Zuoren, a low-level undertaker, was naturally not qualified to know the more specific details.

But if the scroll of the underworld's heavenly book was also taken away, then even if he reached his destination, he would not be able to escape from the book.

Of course, in addition to this reason, Xia Shou had other selfish motives.

He knew from the beginning that it was impossible to take these thousands of civilians out of the underworld. Unless they could directly break through the exit of the endless hell, even if they got the bodies of these thousands of people, they could not take them away.

If Pedros could successfully drive the ladder, he could take them to another historical time, but the probability of these people surviving was still very small.

Most of the history in the Root Sea is very dangerous.

And the solution Xia Shou came up with was a fair exchange.

Find a way to take away the things that the funeral home values, and then after escaping from the underworld, use it as a bargaining chip to negotiate with the funeral home and exchange civilians.

The ice-type mutant in his hand is one of the hostages, and Huang Changnian is naturally one of them.

From the beginning, Xia Shou knew that this plan had many variables and anything could happen, so he was ready to defect at any time along the way.

For the disadvantage of only having one head left, he had already prepared a back-up plan.

Fortunately, although there were various accidents on the way, the final result was still good.

What surprised Xia Shou the most was that he could actually meet Jiang Wengao in this ghost place!

It was normal to meet Mark, after all, Mark was also on the task list.

But Xiao Jiang was not on the task list. I really don’t understand how this guy got in?

"You won’t say it, right?" Xia Shou looked at Lulu, who was silent in his hand, and said coldly.

He thought for a while and said, "Then you will die first this time."

This time, the main purpose is to explore. It is too inconvenient to bring her with you. It is better to kill her.

Wait until the next time you go back and take her as a hostage.

Xia Shou nodded to himself, and the mourning stick bounced out from the black shadow under his feet and was caught in his hand.

[Soul Binding and Soul Locking]!

Enchantment-Spiritual Body Beating!

Xia Shou's five steel claw-like fingers pinched Lulu's head and lifted her up.

The mourning stick in his other hand chopped down on her face like pounding garlic.