Weird And Hard To Kill? Sorry, I'm The Real Immortal

"After reading the posts all night, I didn't find anyone saying that they could see the weirdness all over the street. It seems that I am the only one who can see it in the whole world."

Fang Xiu fell into deep thought. It was said on the forum that weirdness always appeared out of thin air without any rules, but he knew that weirdness was always around him all the time. The so-called appearance out of thin air just met certain conditions and entered reality.

In the eyes of outsiders, this appears out of thin air.

"These free posts don't have much information at all, the next goal is to make money and become stronger!"

He began to recall in his mind the basic skills of manipulating the spirit that he had just seen, and they were all the most basic skills.

Teaching you how to quickly drive spirituality, as well as daily exercise, is somewhat useful, but not much.

However, other than that, Fang Xiu's biggest gain was seeing the knowledge about the tricks.

The so-called weird weapons are tools that contain weird powers. Some of them are weapons, such as swords, and some are very common tools, such as mirrors, bracelets, etc...

But no matter what the shape is, this kind of utensils carry strange power and have various incredible functions.

Each piece is worth a lot, and some powerful tricks can even sell for hundreds of millions.

However, using a trick weapon is not free. The more powerful the trick weapon, the stronger its mind pollution ability will be, just like radiation.

Frequent use of treacherous weapons will inevitably lead to the pollution of the mind, and eventually completely deformed into a kind of weird monster.

When Fang Xiu saw the introduction about the trick, he immediately thought of his own scalpel.

There is no doubt that the scalpel is a strange weapon. It has cut countless strange things, and it has long been polluted by strange forces into a strange weapon.

He wasn't worried about the contamination of the mind by the crafty weapon, anyway, his mind had already been distorted out of shape.

This also means that he can use trick weapons regardless of the cost, and he is not afraid of distortion at all.

In addition to the introduction to the trick weapon, the post also briefly talked about the method of manipulating the trick weapon.

The most basic manipulation is to pay attention and activate the power of the treacherous weapon.

But if you want to wield the tricky weapon like an arm and move it with your heart, you need to use spirituality to invade the core of the tricky weapon and establish a connection, so that you can maximize the power of the tricky weapon.

It is equivalent to the artifact recognition in fantasy novels.

However, if you want to recognize the master of the trick weapon, the risk is huge. Once the connection between the spirit and the trick weapon is established, it means that you have given up all defenses. Every time you use the trick weapon, its pollution characteristics will reach the heart directly, and the risk of distortion will be greatly increased.

At this time, Fang Xiu checked the time, it was already five o'clock, and there were still more than three hours before the investigation bureau came to the door.

"There should be enough time."

As he said that, he took out the scalpel, drove his spirituality, and began to penetrate deeply into the scalpel.

Gradually, his consciousness seemed to enter a darkness, and there seemed to be countless strange roars in the darkness, and they seemed to be crazy, impacting Fang Xiu's consciousness crazily.

Countless negative emotions of tyranny, killing, and despair poured into his body, trying to twist his mind into a monster.

However, Fang Xiu's mind is like a bottomless abyss, despite these negative emotions pouring in, he still looks calm.

The purpose of the scalpel is to distort Fang Xiu's mind, but what if the mind is already distorted?

It's like killing someone. If the person you want to kill is already dead, how can you kill him?

"Is there only this level of despair?" Fang Xiu asked calmly.

The next moment, he drove his spirituality to directly leave his own mark inside the scalpel, and the connection between the two parties was instantly established.

When he withdrew his spirituality, he suddenly found that his spirituality had increased!

One percent was lit again.

In other words, his spirituality has been lit up by two percent.

"It seems that the power of the scalpel helped to light up part of my spirituality."

This made Fang Xiu more and more satisfied with the scalpel.

In addition to his spiritual enhancement, he discovered the true power of the scalpel.

The scalpel has two abilities, one is the basic ability, cutting.

With the amount of spiritual injection, the cutting ability will continue to increase.

Another ability is to mobilize the strange power contained in it to strengthen itself.

However, because the scalpel contains too much weird power, this power is very chaotic. When strengthening oneself, it will basically lose its mind and cause a great burden on the body. Even if it does not exit this state for a long time, it is very likely will be directly distorted.

Fortunately, Fang Xiu was not worried about losing his mind, he was only worried about his body being unable to bear it.

He looked at the time again, it was past seven o'clock, and it was time for breakfast.

He walked out of the bedroom, ready to make breakfast.

The wife walked towards her with a gentle smile on her face: "Husband, it's time for breakfast."

Fang Xiu walked straight through her body and went to make breakfast by himself.

One fried egg, two slices of bread, and a glass of milk.

While eating, Zhao Hao called.

"Brother Xiu! Brother Xiu! I know what my abilities are!" Zhao Hao's excited voice came from the other end of the phone.

"Well, the surname is ability." Fang Xiu bit the bread and said calmly.

"Hey, I scare you by saying it... ah!? You, how do you know?" Zhao Hao was stunned.

Fang Xiu didn't speak, but continued to eat bread, he didn't want to answer such a mentally retarded question.

After a while, Zhao Hao came to his senses.

"Brother Hugh, did you predict it?"

"Um."

"Oh, it's boring! It's really boring! I still want to pretend to be compared with you, but you have already predicted it in advance, Brother Hugh, I have discovered the flaw in your ability to predict the future, that is, from now on, you will never be able to predict the future. No surprises."

"Okay, hang up if you have nothing to do, I have two more guests in a while."

"Hey, don't..."

Snapped.

Fang Xiu hung up the phone and continued to eat breakfast.

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Outside the community, on a black commercial vehicle, Li Wenhao who was listening was shocked, and the monitoring device in his hand fell to the ground with a crisp sound.

Shen Lingxue on the side suddenly frowned: "What are you doing?"

Li Wenhao reacted, he didn't even care about picking up the equipment on the ground, and said in shock: "I heard the abilities of Fang Xiu and Zhao Hao!"

"Oh?" Shen Lingxue became slightly interested: "What ability actually made you lose your composure? Let's talk about it one by one, let's talk about Zhao Hao first."

"Zhao Hao's abilities are surname abilities."

Shen Lingxue: "..."

Her face darkened at a speed visible to the naked eye: "It's really shocking."

"No, Zhao Hao's ability is not important, what is important is Fang Xiu!" Li Wenhao said eagerly.

"What ability does Fang Xiu have?"

Shen Lingxue couldn't help but be slightly serious. She knew very well that although Li Wenhao was an ordinary person, he had also received professional training and had seen many spirit masters and even weird ones, and trivial things were not enough to make him change color.

"Predict the future!" Li Wenhao said solemnly.