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Chapter 699 The Writer's Secret Weapon (4K)

"Brother Shou, don't scare me. Were you joking just now?" Jiang Wengao asked nervously.

"Calm down and be quiet for a while." Xia Shou said, raising his finger.

As a closer, you cannot be too pessimistic, but you cannot be too optimistic either. You should strive for the best result, but you should also consider the backup plan for the worst consequences.

Well, Xia Shou made up this sentence temporarily, but he felt that it was very suitable for their current situation. Although the situation was not very good, it was far from the time when the outcome was decided. At least Xia Shou felt that there was still huge room for maneuver.

In Moonlight Glade, Red Horse once said: "The writer and the painter, one has half a foot across the threshold, the other is totally unaware. It is clear who will win in the end, but nothing can be determined yet."

Considering the context of that conversation, it was obvious that the writer had taken half a step, while the painter was completely unaware, so dealing with the writer was the top priority. As for the painter... there would still be time to consider it after dealing with the writer.

To prevent a naming, it is not necessary to kill the person, it is enough to destroy the necessary conditions for ascension, just like what happened in Edinburgh.

"Xiao Gao, you go this route and fill in the vacant team. Also go and see if the colleagues over there are really all killed. Then we will meet up here." Xia Shou took out the map and pointed to the intersection of the two routes.

Jiang Wengao nodded, and before turning to leave, he suddenly stopped and asked, "Brother Shou, why did you ask me that question just now? Is there something wrong with that child?"

"It's just a simple stress test. The questions were just made up by me. Your score is failing." Xia Shou said with a smile, thinking that Xiao Gao's ability to withstand pressure was still not good enough, so it was better not to let him get involved in this matter.

Jiang Wengao was stunned when he heard this, and then he breathed a sigh of relief, but then he showed an unwilling expression and muttered: "Who can pass this test? It's too extreme. Also, don't choose this time to take the test. You scared me to death!"

Jiang Wengao spread his hands and felt a lot more relaxed.

He waved his hands and wanted to continue complaining, but seemed to think that time was running out, so he chose to shut up, activated his supernatural powers, turned into a Hokage and flew away.

"Finally gone."

Xia Shou watched the scorching flames disappear from his sight, then turned to look at the strange corpse behind him.

Now that he is the only one left, the formal investigation begins.

There was obviously something wrong with the body, but there were too few clues. The intelligence feedback from [Text Description] depended directly on his knowledge, and his knowledge was obviously not enough to come up with any valuable analysis.

Therefore, the best way is to let the black shadow eat it.

No matter what kind of mess it is, it will be different after Black Shadow has eaten it. Even if he knows nothing about it, he can still get quite detailed information.

[Degree of Devouring: 15.8%…]

"Huh? So fast?" Xia Shou was a little surprised.

The abnormality level of this corpse should be quite high, so why is it being devoured so quickly?
[Degree of Devouring: 25.6%…]

In just one minute, the progress increased by nearly 10%, which was completely inconsistent with Xia Shou's prediction.

Not only was the devouring progress extremely fast, but Xia Shou also noticed that the black shadow had no pressure to eat.

You know, as the owner of the Black Shadow, if he eats something that is beyond his devouring capacity, he will also have negative feelings, just like the first time he devoured the charred corpse in the Blood Demon's House, he was even paralyzed and unable to move because of the excessive pressure of the Black Shadow's eating.

But now, Xia Shou didn't feel any discomfort, it was like he was eating those cannon fodder and small fish.

[Degree of Devouring: 100%——You ate something [abandoned]. ]

Seeing the new name, Xia Shou’s expression became serious.

As his mind rested on the noun, a more detailed explanation emerged.

[Discarded Thing: A part that was abandoned by the main body. Although no useful power can be drawn from it, a glimpse of the whole picture shows that the black shadow has already tasted the other party's taste. ]

[Taste: It is a part of the blank personality, looking for the elements suitable to fill it, ability, personality, memory, everything a person should have, it needs.

As long as it has not died and the mask that hides its true appearance has not been taken off, the possibility of change always exists. The more the object it interacts with conforms to the purpose set for this character, the more it will imitate it.

The longer the interaction time and the more frequent the interaction, the more realistic and thorough the imitation will be, just like a skilled painter using sketches to perfectly copy the target, from the surface to the skeleton, and analyzing the soul through the eyes.

This character was created for the purpose of fighting. Its personality, abilities, and everything else were shaped according to the standards of a warrior.

Now, this part of the character setting has been fully fleshed out. 】

Xia Shou's brows were tightly furrowed, and his expression was very ugly.

How would he describe how he felt now?

Worse than eating shit.

So in fact, these weird guys wearing masks are not even enemies. They are more like part of the ritual. The real enemies will not appear until the ritual is completed.

More importantly, the sacrifices in this ceremony are their people!
Xia Shou bent down, picked up the hood on the ground, looked at the number on it, and sighed heavily again.

"I don't know how many there are in total, but at least some of them will look like Xiao Gao. I just don't know which part." Xia Shou thought secretly.

This "character", even with its incomplete parts, can destroy a team on its own. If nothing unexpected happens, it is undoubtedly the writer's trump card.

How strong would a fantasy character made up of the best features of multiple powerful people be? It was terrifying just to think about it.

The other party imitated some of Xiao Gao's characteristics, but I don't know which one he imitated. Could it be a supernatural power?
If it was a supernatural power, he hadn't eaten the book Rosa gave him yet.

……

……

In the writer's study, Anonymous once again put down his pen.

In the glass cabinet next to her, "Shangguan Yan" with stitches all over her face was still sleeping. A flame-like red line slowly emerged on her arm, as if indicating that some changes had quietly taken place.

Seeing this scene, a satisfied smile appeared on the wrinkled old face of the anonymous person.

"The second and fifth ones are also finished. The fifth one did very well. He found a named person as a human body, and the character was becoming more and more full and three-dimensional." Anonymous said.

Even though the Evil King was planning to withdraw from the war, Ire had no cooperation with them, and William was not sure what he was doing, but the extraordinary laws of nature could not be disobeyed, all the elements were still gathering, and everything was still moving in a good direction, and his chances of promotion were becoming greater and greater.

His five children were also very competitive and provided him with good material for character development.

Then he looked up at the bodyguard sitting next to him and said, "Mr. Huangfu, I may need you to run some errands and do something."

"Just tell me what to do. The reason I'm here is to help you sign your name." Huangfu couldn't bear to put down the drawing board in his hand and prepared to leave.

"Please go and kill the witch's trump card." Anonymous said. "You want me to kill someone? If I kill someone, it will take too much time. If I leave, who will protect you?" Huangfu touched the short and thick stubble on his chin, looking hesitant.

"If it's you, it shouldn't be difficult to kill him, right? As long as you're serious, even I, even Mr. Yi Lei, won't be able to remember you." Anonymous said.

"It's not difficult. I'm just worried that someone will come over when I'm away."

"Please go and help me with this. Just consider it as the last request of an old man as a human being. I want to learn that ultimate subject. As a writer, who doesn't want to improve his writing skills? This is my last chance. Just consider it as helping me, an old man." Anonymous said sincerely, without any airs at all.

Huangfu couldn't bear to hesitate for a moment, sighed, and agreed: "I understand."

"Bring that man's head back. You must bring it back." Anonymous requested solemnly.

He knew that his demands were a bit excessive and had gone beyond the scope of their overlapping missions.

Huangfu Buren, as a patron of Mo Mi, directly carries part of the power of "Forget-me-not". He came here because of the war in the Kingdom of God to assist him, a believer of the magic poem. His request just now has nothing to do with the promotion.

He simply wanted to get a glimpse of the extreme loneliness in the world, to see with his own eyes the prototype of the abstract concept called loneliness in human beings. This was the best material that a writer would find difficult to find in his lifetime.

Although there will be a chance to contact him after being promoted, it will be too late by then.

He understands the limitations of writers too well. As the saying goes, a good article hates success. The best works are always created when spirit and technique are combined. Even if a middle-aged man can write with the spirit of a teenager, he is destined to be far inferior to the passion of a teenager.

The reason why the former surpasses the latter is only the skill of writing. Under the condition of equal skills, spiritual compatibility is the most important. This is similar to the theory of desire in the extraordinary realm.

Therefore, while he is still a human being, he must understand the extreme loneliness that exists in this world and that belongs to human beings, and Xia Shou's head is the most crucial introduction.

From having to losing, this step will surely make the girl's emotions sublime again!
The anonymous person imagined intoxicatedly that even though his body was old and his skin was loose like a rag draped over his body, the excitement in his heart was the same as when he first picked up a pen and wrote down the story in his heart for the first time. He was full of passion, expectation and imagination!

Behind that extreme loneliness lies an area that no one has ever touched in the history of human writing.

Influence people with narratives and be influenced by narratives!

If he can comprehend it, then in the future, perhaps he can use this achievement to act on his behalf.

By then, he will name this cycle of history after the girl.

Anonymous really wants to share his current thoughts with people around him, no matter who they are, he wants to share this joy.

But unfortunately, apart from Yi Lei, there was no one else he could share the topic of that girl with.

"Even before we meet, you've already made me feel this unique kind of loneliness?" The anonymous person's eyes were full of anticipation.

……

……

"Mamoru! Mamoru!"

"Mamoru! Mamoru!"

Su Weiyu was walking and shouting on the street with a loudspeaker, holding a map in her hand, and she was extremely anxious.

Originally, he came to Xia Shou specifically to convey taboo information about the trial rules. As a result, the team was found, but Xia Shou was not in the team!

If it were an ordinary person, he would just ask Xia Shou where he was going, but Su Weiyu couldn't do such a simple thing.

Since she couldn't get through with the intercom and couldn't find the person, she had to take a loudspeaker from a supermarket and shouted while searching along the street.

All I can say is that everything came together just right. If there was a signal, it wouldn't have to be so troublesome. If it was a few days earlier, the control bureau could have broadcast the news to the entire city, and she could have just gone directly to the broadcasting room at the headquarters.

But now, she could only use this stupid method to find someone, while constantly trying to contact him through the walkie-talkie.

Of course, Su Weiyu was not wandering around aimlessly. She felt that since Xia Shou had left the team, there must be a new route, so she looked through the maps carried by everyone in Mo Ying's team, and finally saw a new route on Mo Ying's map.

She concluded that this was the route Xia Shou took after leaving the team, so she ran all the way along this route.

Along the way, he also met many lone extraordinary people.

After encountering them, I used [Ghost Eye Goose Feather] to chop off their heads one by one. In total, I chopped off more than ten of them and searched six streets.

She was puzzled. The loudspeaker was at its loudest, so it should be easy to hear. Didn't Xia Shou take this road after leaving the team? Or was it that she was too slow to catch up, and Xia Shou had already gone far away?
Su Weiyu turned the knob of the walkie-talkie impatiently, jumping back and forth between several channels specially set up by the Control Bureau. She stopped at each channel and then shouted a few words into the channel. The sound of communication between other teams continued to come from inside, but Su Weiyu's shouting received no response.

Apart from making it difficult for others to hear the other teams' voices and forcing them to extend the communication time, it did not have any positive effect.

In the end, she gave up, thinking that Xia Shou must have no signal at all, rather than being unable to access the exclusive channel.

"A Shou!...A Shou!" She slowed down her pace, adjusted her breathing, and called Xia Shou intermittently.

The city suddenly became very quiet, and there seemed to be no other sound except the sound of her horn.

This feels... a little strange.

Su Weiyu unconsciously tightened the scabbard of the Ghost Eye Yanling Knife at her waist. The [Grip King] gloves allowed her grip to reach the level of hydraulic pliers. The powerful kinetic energy was continuously absorbed by the scabbard, charging the Yanling Knife.

She is always ready to fight.

"Hello, are you looking for someone?"

A voice came from behind the vertical sign of a barber shop. Su Weiyu held her breath, grasped the handle of the knife with her right hand, and slashed with lightning speed.

Even though it was an instant reaction, the trajectory of her sword completely coincided with the blade's veins. Even a kendo master present would have to bow to her and respectfully call her "Master".

With a swing of the knife, the ground cracked with a "hiss" sound, leaving a very hidden groove.

There was no earth-shattering power or movement, only the barber shop sign in front slowly split in the middle and broke into two pieces.

Then, the glass door of the barber shop banged and the upper half fell to the ground and shattered into pieces.

Not only the door, but the previous cut had actually cut off the shop as well. It was just that she cut it so beautifully that the delicate balance had not been broken, so the friction could still maintain the intact appearance.

Su Weiyu's temple was throbbing. She thought the knife was perfect, but why didn't the feeling of uneasiness go away?

…There was no feedback at all from that knife strike just now.

(End of this chapter)