Theoretically speaking, the black mist is a supernatural ability that transcends the sky, which also means that no matter how much consciousness he cuts, he can attach it to it, even if he puts his entire brain on it.
The hypocritical smile was removed from the eyes above the mask, and Yue Qiong remained expressionless.
—Fortunately, he didn't do that, otherwise he would be eliminated by now due to brain death.
Although he already knew that Tang Xinjue had a toilet in his hand, it was still far inferior to the impact seen from the first perspective.
Not to mention, this toilet shovel just swallowed his black mist in one gulp, which is equivalent to forcibly eating a part of his life, and that part of consciousness also transmitted this experience back to him before it was annihilated. Subject—in his brain.
Yue Qiong clenched his hands on the fence tightly, but fortunately the mask covered the change of his face, making it difficult for people to see his current lack of blood supply to the brain.
At the same time, on the balcony of 606, the first time Tang Xinjue retracted the toilet was to check whether the rubber head was damaged, and to see if he could spit out what he had just eaten.
Spit it out? impossible. The toilet flush refused to cooperate, and even hiccupped.
As soon as the remaining three people finished handling the poke ball, they hurried over to watch, "How is it? You didn't choke, did you?"
Zhang You pressed the rubber head with a serious face: "It seems that everything is normal at present, Xinjue, let it spit out water."
Tang Xinjue pressed the spit button.
The toilet bowl is a weapon that has a history of "accumulating food", so Tang Xinjue does not intend to use its devouring ability if he is not sure about the "safety" of food.
But I don't know if it's because of hunger, but this time when he saw the cursed black mist, he couldn't wait to take the initiative to eat him.
Guo Guo looked at Tang Xinjue and then at Zhang You, his eyes were full of confusion: "Wait, am I the only one who has a problem? Now the rules prohibit candidates from attacking each other, right? Yes, then the toilet was filled with black mist just now, this, this is considered an attack."
She was afraid that the game would suddenly impose a penalty for breaking the rules later, so she confiscated the toilet!
Tang Xinjue didn't change his face: "What kind of attack? Can something about eating be called an attack?"
The toilet spit out a jet of water approvingly, hitting the cloak.
A dark gray light flashed on the handle of its metal rod, as if it was about to form some pattern, but nothing appeared in the end, only the original three skull totems, representing [Shuttle], [Screaming] and [Guardian] respectively. First].
Successfully devoured a portion of energy, but failed to inherit the corresponding attributes of this energy... Tang Xinjue's eyes moved slightly.
"It's no secret that toilet shovels don't eat for no reason."
At first hearing Tang Xinjue's words, it sounded like a parent who has no brains and tolerates troublesome children, but after listening to the words, the expressions of the three of them became slightly subtle.
That's right, the toilet has always been very picky about the target of devouring - only limited to special items that contain ghost energy in the instance.
How did the black mist with supernatural abilities pass this screening standard
Tang Xinjue smiled: "Looking at it the other way around, if the toilet bowl is swallowed according to the usual habit, then it really doesn't violate the rules."
The rules didn't respond, which meant that the eaten "victim" Black Mist was judged to be something similar to the energy of ghosts... It no longer belongs to the category of players!
The four of them looked at each other, tacitly suppressed the shock in their eyes, and kept this information in their hearts.
In this game, new explosive information appears almost every second. If you are fighting alone or in a dormitory that is not good at analysis, you may already be dizzy, let alone keep up with the intense game rhythm.
But Tang Xinjue can.
Taking all the information that she had broken down in an instant into her mind, she didn't continue talking about this matter, pinching the passing seconds in her heart, and lowered her eyes to look under the guardrail: "It's coming soon."
The second wave of elves will appear soon.
In the sea of consciousness, at the other end of the spiritual connection, the shield girl's doubtful voice sounded: "What's coming soon?"
She was busy helping to fight monsters just now, and almost forgot to ask Tang Xinjue, and now she thought about it and immediately added: "By the way, you just told me not to let this boy stay on my balcony for too long. What's the meaning?"
This time, she quickly heard Tang Xinjue's answer.
"The dormitory is the affiliation of the identity of the candidates. If you can randomly visit and hide in different dormitories, have you ever thought about—"
"People with poor strength and those who can't catch the elves all want to hide with you. What should you do?"
Shield girl: "..."
She belatedly turned her head to look out, and caught a lot of looking here.
If you don't consider the danger of being exposed to each other and attacking each other, with the candidates' current physical fitness, climbing and crossing between dormitory buildings is not an unattainable challenge.
"..."
The corner of her mouth twitched, and she heard the other end of the Sea of Consciousness say: "Besides, games never leave room for us to take advantage of loopholes."
The girl with the shield looked serious.
She opened her mouth: "...you are right."
There are still two bedrooms in the whistleblower camp, which means that at least 6 rules have not been announced yet, and no one knows what behavior will violate the hidden rules and bring them fatal danger.
After the conversation was over, the girl with the shield turned her head to look at Ma Xiaobo: "I'll help you go back later. With the help of the shield, you shouldn't fall halfway."
Ma Xiaobo scratched his head, although he didn't know why the boss suddenly changed his mind, but it was a good thing that he could go back to bed safely.
So while thanking him repeatedly, he looked down foolishly: "Then let me tell the brothers in the dormitory... Lao Li, Lao Zhang, I am here, you can pick me up later!"
As the voice called, two furry heads poked out from the first floor. Before Ma Xiaobo could smile, he saw those two heads shaking like two rattle drums:
"Take the fart!"
In Ma Xiaobo's astonishment, the two roommates pointed out resentfully, and saw that in the strange fog on the ground outside the first floor, like boiling water bubbling, one after another huge blue-black bubbles began to bulge. And there is a tendency to gradually break away from the ground and fly upward.
With this dazed effort, the roommate quickly retreated into the dormitory, only the lingering sound of roaring lingered: "Your father, I don't want to die so early!"
bang bang bang—
The blue-black bubble flew to a height of three meters and burst open. Countless blue monsters that were exactly the same as the previous mutant elves screamed loudly and jumped down to the first floor!
Second wave!
Contrary to the first wave, the second wave of elves starts from the first floor and jumps up layer by layer.
Almost as soon as this wave of elves appeared, the curtains of the relatively weak dormitories had already been closed. It would be better not to score points in these games than to be caught in the air and thrown down to death.
As the rule prompt says, the difficulty of elf capture is increasing: the more the number of elves caught, the higher the difficulty of the next wave.
The elves in the first wave could only spray venom, but in the second wave they learned to use their sharp claws to attack, and even tore up balcony buildings such as guardrails and clothes poles, actively attacking the candidate's field.
"There are 20 of them in total. The activity pattern is the same as that of the first wave. They are expected to come to us in one and a half minutes."
Tang Xinjue came to a conclusion based on visual inspection.
Zhang You asked, "When we get here, how many will be left?"
"About five."
"Then how many shall we catch?"
Tang Xinjue paused: "I want everything."