Weird Regulator

Xue Tingtao has always been a very smart person. His only shortcoming is that he is timid.

Once faced with a crisis, his courage shrinks to one-tenth of its original size, and he no longer has the opportunity to use his clever mind.

But the task is to face crises, so calling him a waste is not an exaggeration.

Just like the situation now.

Since the beginning of this killing game, he has only contributed one thing - to start drawing the ground as a prison.

Then, he was suppressed by the talisman barrier and lay motionless on the ground like a dead dog.

It stands to reason that when turbid qi sinks and clear qi rises, the pressure on the spleen is too high, almost drying up, and it is normal for the dead qi to be greater than the angry one.

But this is under the premise that no sinful objects are used.

How much money does Xue Tingtao have?

Paint the ground as a prison: seal all supernatural beings;

Straw ring: an extremely powerful life-saving evil object;

The three sinful objects left by Xue Tinghai, in addition to the black-rimmed glasses that he lent to Wei Guang, actually he also had three sinful objects himself.

Because of Xue Tinghai, Xue Tingtao's reserve of sinful items is comparable to that of the top store managers. He even has three types of defensive sinful items.

Therefore, it is completely unreasonable to say that Xue Tingtao has been lying on the ground, looking like he is on the verge of death.

And this is what makes him smart. Now that the situation is in chaos, he doesn't dare to raise his eyes to see. He can understand the general idea just by listening.

Wu Zhengsi died, Mei Sheng did not come down from the third floor, and Ji Li seemed to be facing the ghost for real.

Xue Tingtao, this "waste", had not been really attacked yet, but his brain was already confused and confused, and he didn't know what was coming out at this time.

However, before this operation started, before it was so urgent, he had thought of a way to deal with it.

Play dead.

Two simple words run through the entire operation.

With Ji Li present, he still needs to worry about anything. He adheres to the principle that even if he does nothing, he must not cause trouble.

Now that he's here, just be a little transparent. Anyway, he has three defensive sins on him, especially the ring that goes through the scarecrow.

It can be said that Xue Tingtao may die eventually, but it is really troublesome to kill him.

His ears were all in a mess, he faced the ground, and the hot blood was almost heating the floor tiles.

"Ji Li seems to be very busy. Why is he always walking back and forth next to me..."

"Why hasn't Mei Sheng come down from upstairs..."

"Where did Wu Zhengsi die? Why did I hear the sound of the knife breaking..."

Amidst the sound of kicking footsteps, Xue Tingtao felt that his butt was kicked, but without force.

He felt terrified that the person who kicked him should be Ji Li, so he buried his face on the floor and moved his butt to the right.

But until the end, he still didn't dare to see what Ji Li was busy with.

…

Ji Li had known for a long time that Xue Tingtao was pretending to be dead. He had a mop in his hand, and after kicking him to tell him to move to the side, he passed by him.

The mop was covered with thick red blood. The blood stains were very fresh, as if they were freshly ground paint.

Holding the mop in his hand, he walked back and forth on the floor, painting with blood on the mop, and occasionally raising his head to glance at the third floor.

And half a meter away from Xue Tingtao's "lying corpse", there was a real corpse.

The corpse was missing its head, and the sword was too sharp to leave Wu Zhengsi with his whole body.

The cross section was very smooth, as if it had been scratched by a cutting machine, but blood was still spurting out and spraying everywhere. This was also the source of Ji Li's pigment.

The corpse itself is nothing, but there are mutations within the corpse.

At the break of the neck, there was some dark liquid, like ink, surging out along with the blood.

The amount of these inks is large, almost in the same proportion as the splattered blood, but it is completely separated from the blood and is not compatible with it at all.

The ink that dripped out first gradually condensed into a pool of sometimes thick and sometimes thin black mud on the ground.

This black mud is colored but tasteless and very "clear". It flows into a disk shape and shines in the light, like a black mirror.

When Ji Li looked at him, he almost went blind with just one glance.

Blind is not an adjective, but a real intuitive feeling.

He saw something extremely terrifying in this pool of black mud. The horror of this thing cannot be described in words. It can only be described like this -

It's like a collection of the most horrific, disgusting, and painful things in the world.

It has no form, no life... and may not even be considered supernatural.

It was not supposed to exist in this world, so seeing it would drive you crazy.

Is it a ghost? Is it the root ghost of this mission?

Ji Li didn't have an answer, but he knew the horror of this thing. If it weren't for the evil spirits in his eyes, that glance would have killed him.

However, he knew that this thing was not a root ghost, at least not complete.

In this mission, the opposite of the clerk is the murderer.

The murderer is composed of two parts - human nature and ghost nature.

Let's count this thing as the ghost half, then it still lacks the human part.

Ji Li was thinking about this problem while using a mop dipped in blood to draw an extremely complex pattern on the ground.

Now, using Xue Tingtao's painting as a prison, he has locked the murderer's ghostly nature with him.

So the murderer who has lost his ghost nature is actually an ordinary person. Maybe he still has extremely high intelligence, but it is not enough to destroy Wei Guang's line of action.

In other words, although the existence of the root ghost was beyond his expectations, his two-line plan was actually successful.

The last touch is beautifully done.

Wu Zhengsi's blood was basically gone, and the pool of black mud had also taken shape.

Ji Li threw away the mop and held the bloodless sword in his hand. He glanced at the root ghost and said to Xue Tingtao on the ground:

"Leave here and hide somewhere else."

Xue Tingtao, who was on the ground, smelled the strong smell of blood. Following the death of Wu Zhengsi, the previous talisman barrier had long since lost the oppression of the turbid air.

Naturally, he also felt the urgency of the situation here, which was showing a slow upward trend. Especially when Ji Li opened his mouth to speak, a very uncomfortable feeling suddenly appeared.

Xue Tingtao didn't dare to raise his head. Although his eyes were closed, he could clearly sense that there was a very terrifying thing in front of him.

Although he is a waste, one good thing is that he can suppress his curiosity.

The moment Ji Li spoke, he stuck out his butt, covered his face, turned around and ran off.

When Xue Tingtao hunched over and ran away, the field clearly opened up, and the game began.

Mei Sheng covered her left arm and sat cross-legged in the middle of a circle of candles. Listening to Xue Tingtao's messy footsteps, she forgot to go down from the third floor.

Looking from this angle, what comes into view is a giant red talisman that occupies the entire field of view of the human eye.

This talisman is based on the floor of the first floor of the villa. The dark floor tiles seem to be the bottom of the talisman paper, and there are winding or straight red handwriting flowing on it.

There are words, paintings, pictures and shapes on the talisman, which are intricate and mysterious and cannot be explained in words.

The dark color of the floor contrasts with the red writing, making this talisman look extremely bright and strange.

The most eye-catching thing is that Ji Li is standing with a sword, standing in the center of the giant red talisman, as if he has become the eye of the talisman.

The wind blew his long hair, sometimes splitting from the talisman, sometimes merging together again.