Please ask the dream.

Chapter 77 Wake up
"There won't be a sixth level, right?" Feng Xue couldn't help but frown when she saw that there were node settlements and three-choice prizes.

The scene before where he could still stab out with a knife even when it turned to ashes was so shocking that he hasn't been able to calm down yet.

But after thinking about it, he shook his head again. Thinking more would not change the result. Instead of thinking about these trivial things, it is better to look at what he has gained.

All three collections are purple and have no display effect. Feng Xue can only judge them based on their shape and name.

The individual nuclear bomb looks like a rocket launcher, but Feng Xue doesn't dare to use it.

If it was an object of struggle, it would be fine, but if it was a multi-dimensional strange object... Feng Xue felt that it might be used as a "shooting range is smaller than the killing radius" joke.

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

As for the remaining two, their names are both quite confusing, but Haunted Mansion is a videotape, and Death Troupe is a book.

In fact, Feng Xue didn't really want to choose either of these two, because looking at the names, he always felt that they were related to the "Source of Fear" series of collections. But when he thought about it carefully, he still had two Source of Fear hanging on his body, so it didn't seem like a big deal to have one more.

After thinking for a moment, Feng Xue still chose Death Theater, not for any other reason, but 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 reveal a lot of information. Just like even if it is a fantasy novel set on Earth, the interpersonal relationships in it can still be seen as the shadow of modern society.

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

Name: Death Troupe

Category: Professional Tools

Quality: Purple precious

Effect: Unlock or upgrade a performance skill by one level (up to Expert level).

Note: This is a book that records Qingyun Baihong Feng Xue's most famous architecture art, 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.

……

"I won the prize!" Feng Xue widened his eyes, quite in disbelief. This book with an exaggerated name was actually a professional tool, and it was also a secret manual from its predecessor!
"What a pity. I don't have any performance skills, so the chance to upgrade to expert level is wasted. Speaking of which, 'Blue Cloud and White Rainbow'... although it's still a bit weird, it's at least better than 'Decapitation'."

Feng Xue muttered to herself for a while, but opened the pop-up menu. The skills of the performance major were not as dazzling as those of sports. In addition to the skills that she had clicked on before, such as [Acting], [False Voice], [Makeup], etc., there were also techniques such as [Harmony], [Broadcasting], and [Hosting].

He didn't think much about this aspect. With the idea that practicality was the most important thing, he hesitated between the three skills of acting, false voice and makeup, and finally chose acting.

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

[End of Exploration]

【Blood Remonstrance to the Blue Sky】

[Collections are being drawn...]

【You have obtained a bulletproof suit. 】

[Collection [Bloodstained Defense Map] has been unlocked]

[Collection [A Pencil] has been unlocked] [Node [Multivariate Mapping] has been unlocked]

【Savings function unlocked】

……

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

"I unlocked quite a lot of memories this time..." Feeling the extra information in his mind, Feng Xue couldn't help but grin. When he was about to take a look at his collection first, he suddenly heard a faint call in his ear -

"Get up, get up!"

As the sound of knocking on the railings became clearer, Feng Xue slowly woke up. Although the prison guard gave him face, he did not intend to make things difficult for the other party. After glancing at the collection that was divided into two parts in his mind, he quickly rushed into the toilet and started to poop.

You don't have to wash your face or brush your teeth, but you need to report before going to the toilet in prison. Although the prison guards probably won't refuse Feng Xue as long as he asks, the need to inform others before going to the toilet is still a bit difficult for him who has social phobia.

……

After solving his physiological problems, Feng Xue washed his hands casually and followed the prison guard out of the cell. However, compared with before, his steps this time were a little heavier.

It’s not because he is still immersed in the somewhat depressing story of this Golden Finger exploration, but simply because he is preparing for the prison break.

At this moment, there were 19 collections floating in his mind. Although many of them were useless because they could not be taken out, some of them still had considerable practical value, such as -

【Rusty red fire axe】.

The fighting skills from a certain assassination boxing school in Qingyun were faintly used. Although Feng Xue had not done any related body part strengthening, the good body left to him by his predecessor, combined with the damage reduction of the collection, allowed him to ignore the counterattack caused by the skills (Note ①).

The "armor-piercing" effect brought by the rusty red fire axe, combined with the assassination fist's technique of hitting the target from a distance, only requires him to increase the weight of his steps slightly to pass the force through the surface of the floor tiles, achieving the effect of making light of a heavy task that only masters who have been immersed in this art for decades can achieve.

Feng Xue walked and stepped all the way and soon arrived at the cafeteria. Here, he had to stop what he was doing. After all, the gang fight was still in front of him. If the floor collapsed accidentally during the gang fight next week, it would be a lot of fun.

Sitting at the dining table, Feng Xue was eating breakfast, but his eyes couldn't help but sweep across to his cellmate not far away. A sense of familiarity suddenly grew in his heart.

That's right, this person had accidentally entered a strange dream. Feng Xue had played the role of the orchard killer for twenty years. From the other party's movements and habits, the shadow of the orchard could indeed be seen. However, from the shape of the other party's fingers, it seemed that his shooting habits were very different from the skills Feng Xue had developed in those twenty years.

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

As if he noticed 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, lowered his head and started eating again.

Feng Xue took in all his expressions and secretly relaxed. At least from the other party's behavior, he probably didn't know that she had entered his dream.

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

You know, anyone who can be imprisoned in the Beehive Prison, regardless of the length of the sentence, basically has two special skills. I only went into the dream once and gained twenty years of killer experience. If I mistakenly entered the dream for all the inmates present...

brush!
Almost instantly, more than one-third of the prisoners stopped eating. The uniform behavior scared the prison guards.

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

(End of this chapter)