If you become a monster, you will succeed.

Chapter 116 Eating a Blood Vial

Name: Illusion·Blood Vial

Elements: [Props], [Blood], [Drugs], [Healing]

Introduction: Common game props, used to replenish vitality and physical strength, can heal most internal/trauma injuries after taking it, cannot remove toxins, but can repair the damage caused by toxins to the body.

Remarks: Take it with the bottle!
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"Damn meow, I even eat the bottle!" Feng Xue threw the salt that appeared in her hand back on the sofa, then picked up the blood bottle, and licked it.

Well, it's not rock candy or something, it should be a glass bottle—or maybe a crystal bottle.

Is this thing edible?
Is there much internal bleeding in the returned blood?
After thinking about it, Feng Xuesi decided to sell this thing on the black market. Since those who have been taken advantage of cannot see the content of the remarks, maybe this potion can be sold for a good price instead.

As for himself, the boots of Tranquility are enough. After all, drinking the medicine in battle is already disrupting the rhythm, and if he wants to eat the glass bottle the size of a baby's fist... it is somewhat difficult.

Thinking of this, Feng Xue stopped paying attention to this bottle of potion, but focused on the last "Diary of a Madman".

After calming down for a while, Feng Xue decided to put in a little more effort this time.

He clicked on the crazy element, and then directly pressed 9999 in the input column of [Knowledge], and as the confirmation button was pressed, the entire madman's diary began to distort.

However, unlike the previous recast distortion, this time the distortion is more like an expansion from the inside out. The originally thin booklet swelled into a ten-centimeter-thick booklet in front of Feng Xue's eyes. A tome full of all kinds of strange symbols.

I don't know if it's because of the translation of Konjac or the power of Infinite City, but Feng Xue can see the meaning of the symbols on the book——

history.

"I'm... I've shipped it?" Feng Xue didn't touch the book immediately, but took two steps back, because he instinctively felt that a history book of phantoms refined with a madman's diary and crazy elements, Definitely not a good thing.

Quickly cut out the identification function, and the attributes of the phantom also appeared in the eyes——

Title: Illusion·History of Cannibalism
Elements: [Cannibalism], [Books], [History], [Crazy]

Introduction: A seemingly ordinary "Encyclopedia of History", with the words "benevolence, righteousness and morality" written on every page.But if someone reads through the words, he will be eaten by it.

Remarks: Don't ask me how to read through the cracks!
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"Zhuo!" Feng Xue flew up and stabbed the book cover with a knife, a strange blood gushed out from the "wound". The sticky red color made Feng Xue quite uncomfortable.

Feng Xue didn't hesitate, and swung the knife in his hand even more quickly, because he didn't even know if he was reading through the cracks in the words on the book cover.

A magical phantom book was cut into pieces in an instant, turning into shreds of paper all over the place, but Feng Xue didn't feel distressed, and instead heaved a sigh of relief.

Having lived in Infinite City for so long, he has more or less understood the horror rules of this world that "set the scales beyond the sky". If you say you can eat people, you can eat people. will be eaten by it.

Pointing to the smelting of the scattered book pages, Feng Xue tried to recover something. Although the phantoms would become fakes after being destroyed (except for those with special elements), they were still a whole. For all together, there is no bug that divides into hundreds of parts and smelts them separately.

When those phantom wreckages disappeared, Feng Xue frowned slightly, because this time, he seemed to have really made something good——

Elements, [books].

"Hey hey, isn't this the skill book access ticket?"

Feng Xue looked at this book element, showing a very beautiful smile on his face, but immediately, he squeezed his cheeks hard, and forcibly pulled back his gaffe.

"Refining illusions, destroying them, and recycling book elements seems to be a good way, but the book itself is a bit difficult to refine. Speaking of which, the illusion book can be produced this time, is it because I voted for 9999 before?"

Looking at the book element in the element column, Feng Xue couldn't help feeling agitated, but after all, he didn't act too hastily, but forced himself to calm down, took out the cheat book of Thirteen Swords of Death and copied it again, but This time I used not cursive script, but block letters with hard pen.

This time Feng Xue copied it very seriously, as if he wanted to inject his own spirit into it. With the improvement of his swordsmanship, he can already understand the first six swords in this thirteen deadly swords. Although it can't be said that it can be used, it should be able to use it after a short practice.

But now is not the time to think about these things. When a secret book is re-transcribed, Feng Xue still binds it up slowly with a needle and thread, and cuts it all around with a knife.

"Well, I will go to the black market to place an order later, and ask if there are any illusions like sewing machines. It would be even better if this cheat book can be locked." Feng Xue still felt a little regretful about the appearance of the cheat book she created. But his needlework is clearly not good enough for such a high-end operation as hand seaming.

After a little regret, he carefully put the [book] element into the book, and then put in 9999 [knowledge].

Then...

Nothing happened.

No, it happened!
At the same time that the elements of the book were integrated into the secret book, the elements in Feng Xue's body began to distort and converge again. Feng Xue was no stranger to this feeling, and it was a sign of [label] condensation.

Although the label of "Scribe" was condensed in his body, Feng Xue found it very strange. It is not that he has not smelted and recast in Infinite City, but in the past, Infinite City has not created illusions because of him. Give him a blacksmith label if you don't want a physical weapon!

Or to go further, not counting skill discs, he has already produced two cheat books alone, why is he given this label now?

Could it be because there is a quantity limit?
Or is it because I copied the book seriously before?

Feng Xue didn't know the specific reason, and there was no specific cohesion method in the label of [Scribe], he took a rough look at the label, but was surprised to find that one of the elements had been activated——

【copy】.

"Scribing elements are activated, can the speed and accuracy of transcribing text be further improved?" Feng Xue sensed the function of the label, browsed the catalog of knowledge given by the scribe, and found that most of them are how to restore books as much as possible After learning the original technique, he temporarily withdrew his attention and refocused it on the cheat book of "Thirteen Swords of Death".

However, to his disappointment and surprise, this cheat book did not become an illusion, but became a fake with elements like the pocket watch that only had the two elements of [time] and [stop].

[Books], [Swordsmanship], [Assassins]

Among the three elements on the counterfeit, the [book] was obviously invested by oneself, and the last two seemed to have been mutated, but looking at these two elements, Feng Xue had an inexplicable idea in her heart...

　Regarding the books that can be remembered, this varies from person to person.

　　The situation of the protagonist is basically based on my own situation, because when I was young, I was looking for books at home and found a collection of Lu Xun's anthologies that I don't know if it was eaten by moths or rats. The prologue and the main story of Ah Q were eaten away. Halfway through, there are madman's diary, medicine, white light, Kong Yiji and so on. I couldn't understand them at all at the time, but I thought those words were very interesting, so I read them as a pastime. .In addition, I can also memorize a few articles on Confucian scholars, but it is impossible to be verbatim, at most I can get a general idea.

　　On the other hand, the Three-Character Classic of Hundred Surnames, I basically can only recite twenty or thirty sentences before stopping. As for ancient poems, it is no problem to memorize a few, but I can only remember a few famous lines of many poems. It is really impossible for me to publish dozens of poems in a collection of poems.

　　In short, what books a person can remember is closely related to his own experience. Maybe what you remember more deeply is the thousand-character text and hundreds of surnames, maybe the Analects, but others may not remember it.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)