Please ask the dream

"There won't be a sixth floor, right?" Feng Xue couldn't help but frown when she saw that there were node settlements and prizes to choose from three.

The previous scene of being stabbed with a knife even though it was reduced to ashes was so shocking that he still hasn't been able to calm down.

But after thinking about it, he shook his head again. No matter how much he thought about it, it would not change the result. Rather than thinking about these things, it was better to look at what he had gained.

The three collections are all purple and have no display effect. Feng Xue can only judge based on their shapes and names.

The individual nuclear bomb looks like a rocket launcher, but Feng Xue is not too brave to take it.

If it's an object of struggle, that's fine, but if it's a multi-dimensional rare object... Feng Xue feels that maybe the "range is less than the killing radius" joke will be played on it.

Of course, Feng Xue now has universal bullets that can share the range, but this thing doesn't look like a gun, right?

As for the remaining two items, their names are quite confusing, but Manga is a video tape and Theater of Death is a book.

In fact, Feng Xue didn't really want to choose between the two, because looking at the names, he always felt that they were related to the "Source of Fear" series collection, but thinking about it carefully, he still has two Sources of Fear hanging on his body. One more thing doesn’t seem to be a big deal.

After thinking for a moment, Feng Xue chose Death Theater, simply because it was a book.

If it is a book, it means it has content. Even if it is an advertising book or a fantasy novel, it can still reveal a lot of information. Just like even if it is a fantasy novel about the earth, the interpersonal relationships in it can still reveal the shadow of modern society.

With this idea in mind, Feng Xue completed the selection, but unexpectedly...

Name: Theater of Death

Category: Professional Tools

Quality: purple precious

Effect: Unlock or upgrade a performance skill by one level (maximum expert level).

Note: This is a book that records Qingyun Baihong and Feng Xue's most famous architectural skills, but few people know that the name "Death Troupe" actually comes from a special operations team that performs opera and death heavy metal rock in their spare time. .

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"Won the prize!" Feng Xue's eyes widened, somewhat in disbelief. This book with an exaggerated name was actually a professional tool, and it was also a secret book from its predecessor!

"It's a pity that I don't have any performance skills at all. The opportunity to directly upgrade to the expert level is wasted. Speaking of 'Qingyun Baihong'... although it is still a bit weird, it is at least better than 'Decapitator'."

Feng Xue muttered for a while, but then opened the pop-up menu. The skills of professional acting are not as dazzling as those of sports. In addition to the [Acting], [Fake Voice], [Makeup] and other skills that were selected by the predecessor, there are also skills such as [ Technologies such as harmony], [broadcasting], and [hosting].

He didn't think much about this aspect. He was pursuing practical ideas. He hesitated between acting, false voice and makeup, and finally chose acting.

As he made his choice, the screen in front of him went dark again, but it was different from the sixth floor he imagined. When the screen lit up again, it was a new round of settlement screen——

[End of exploration]

【Blood admonition to Qingyun】

[The collection is being drawn...]

[You get a bulletproof suit. 】

[Collection [Blood-stained Defense Map] Unlocked]

[Collection [A Pencil] Unlocked]

[Node [Multiple Mapping] has been unlocked]

[Savings function unlocked]

…

"What the hell? What have you unlocked?" For a moment, Feng Xue felt that the amount of information was huge, but the settlement screen did not last long. Before he could think about it carefully, the interface in front of him turned into a gray and hopeless one. Select status.

"There are quite a lot of memories unlocked this time..." Feeling the extra information in her mind, Feng Xue couldn't help but grin. Just when she was about to take a look at her collection first, she suddenly heard a vague sound in her ears. voice--

"Get up, get up!"

As the sound of knocking on the railing became clearer, Feng Xue slowly woke up. Although the prison guard gave himself face, he did not intend to make it difficult for the other party. After glancing at the collection divided into two parts in his mind, he quickly I rushed into the toilet and started pouring water.

You don’t need to wash your face or brush your teeth, but you need to report someone when you go to the toilet in the prison. Although Feng Xue just opens his mouth, the prison guards probably won’t refuse, but the kind of behavior that requires informing others before going to the toilet is unacceptable to him. This is still a bit difficult for society.

…

After solving the physical problem, Feng Xue casually washed his hands and followed the prison guard out of the single room. However, his steps this time were slightly heavier than before.

It's not because he is still immersed in the somewhat depressing story of this Goldfinger exploration, but simply because he is preparing for the prison escape.

At this moment, there are a total of nineteen collections floating in his mind. Although many of them are of no use because they cannot be taken out, there are still some that have considerable practical value, such as——

[Rusty Red Fire Ax].

The fighting skills from a certain assassination boxing sect in Qingyun were vaguely used. Although Feng Xue had not done any related body strengthening, the good body left by his predecessor, combined with the damage reduction of the collection, also allowed him to ignore the effects of the skills. Reverse injury (note ①).

The "armor-breaking" effect brought by the rusty red fire axe, combined with the technique of hitting the bull from behind the mountain in the assassination fist, only requires him to slightly increase his footsteps to pass the force through the surface of the floor tiles, achieving the effect of lifting a heavy weight with ease that only masters who have been immersed in this art for decades can achieve.

Just walking and stepping all the way, Feng Xue soon came to the cafeteria. Here, he had to stop his actions. After all, the gang fight was still in front of him. If the floor was accidentally smashed during the gang fight next week, it would be a lot of fun.

Sitting at the dining table, Feng Xue ate breakfast, but his eyes couldn't help but sweep across the inmates not far away, and a sense of familiarity suddenly grew from the bottom of his heart.

That's right, this person was mistakenly in a strange dream. Feng Xue played the role of an orchard killer for twenty years. From the other party's action habits, he could indeed see the shadow of the orchard, but from the shape of the other party's fingers, it seemed that the shooting habits were very different from the skills that Feng Xue had developed in those twenty years.

"It seems that the golden finger... or at least the node of entering the strange dream by mistake will not affect history, nor will it accidentally raise a big father. I just don't know whether it is just the golden finger that absorbs the other party's experience to construct a dream, or I actually invaded the other party's dream?"

As if noticing Feng Xue's gaze, the orchard killer immediately raised his head, but after noticing that it was Feng Xue who was looking at him, he didn't say much, and lowered his head again to start eating.

Feng Xue, who took in all his expressions, secretly relaxed. At least from the other party's performance, he should not know that he had entered his dream.

But then, his eyes swept across this huge restaurant again. In his eyes, each prisoner had become a thick skill book.

You know, those who can be imprisoned in the Beehive Prison, regardless of the length of the sentence, basically have two unique skills. I only entered the strange dream once and gained twenty years of killer experience. If I mistakenly enter all the inmates present...

Swish!

Almost instantly, more than one-third of the prisoners stopped eating. The guards were shocked by their unanimous behavior.

Fortunately, the Beehive Prison has a time limit for eating. Except for a few single-room residents who could look around slowly, the rest of the prisoners quickly returned to eating...