Is it because I have too little luck, or is it because the guaranteed mark consumption is too high
Wuming looked at the guaranteed mark that changed into the shape of a cross, and felt helpless to complain. He had only died three times!
"Amitabha, if the stationmaster feels tired, you might as well take a rest here for a while and regain your energy before going to fight the evil." Baodi Bodhisattva said.
Wuming shook his head and said calmly: "I'm fine, I'm just a little worried that too many people will die."
"Human luck is like the tide, sometimes high and sometimes low. It may be low now and high the next moment. The webmaster just needs to keep his attitude." The Bodhisattva of Guarantee smiled.
Wuming glanced at the Guaranteed Bodhisattva and wanted to complain in his heart. This sentence, coming from the Guaranteed Bodhisattva who always gave a guaranteed result, was really not convincing at all.
He sighed and set off again.
Ten minutes later, he saw Esha, who opened his arms and his armpit hair shot out like spikes. He only had time to curse, "What the hell is this attack?" before he was pricked by the armpit hair like a sieve.
“Ahhhh!”
Wuming was resurrected, and this time without thinking, he turned around and rushed into the darkness angrily.
Ten minutes later, Esha jumped out from the shadows, holding a huge mace and hit Wuming on the head. The dragon armor and Wuming's body turned into meat patties, and the meat patties had lots of small holes in them.
"I just don't believe it!"
Wuming was resurrected again. He roared, turned and rushed into the darkness.
Ten minutes later, Esha suddenly appeared in the darkness. He walked in front of Wuming and spread out his hands, which actually contained a pile of feces.
Esha blew a breath at the feces, and Wuming was killed by the stench on the spot.
"vomit!"
Wuming was resurrected, the chest cavity of the dragon armor opened, Wuming rolled out from it, and vomited violently on the ground.
He had never smelled such smelly feces in his life. It was definitely the smelliest feces in the world!
"Buddha, why don't you just forget it!"
After Wuming finished vomiting, he looked at Baodi Bodhisattva weakly and said with extreme discomfort.
It’s not that he is too fragile, but that the means of killing are too vicious.
"Amitabha, if the stationmaster is willing to stay here for the rest of his life, I have no objection." Baodi Bodhisattva said with a smile.
Wuming rolled his eyes, sat on the ground to rest, and tried hard to forget the stench he had just smelled.
no!
It’s okay if you don’t think about it, but once you think about it you feel like vomiting.
Wuming held his stomach in pain and dry-heaved from time to time. It took him half an hour to recover.
"Buddha, can some of the evil killing methods affect me after I am resurrected?" He asked thoughtfully after he felt better.
The Guarantee Bodhisattva nodded and said, "Indeed, I can only guarantee the bottom line, and I don't have the ability to purify all negative effects."
"In other words, if it uses some ability similar to mental pollution to kill me, I may still be mentally polluted even if I am resurrected?" Wuming asked solemnly.
The Bodhisattva nodded and then comforted him, "Don't worry, Station Master. I am a disciple of the Krypton Monk and am proficient in personality correction. If you are mentally polluted, I will use personality correction to restore you to normal."
"… "
Wuming looked at the serious Guaranteed Bodhisattva and for a moment he didn't know whether to complain or complain.