Shaking his head secretly, Bai Zhi carried his backpack and walked towards the open space.
At the edge of the open space, a bus parked quietly there. This was the ghost bus that he had snatched by killing the driver during the heavy rain.
Perhaps it was because night had just fallen, but Bai Zhi didn't see any ghosts around the open space.
After getting in the car, Bai Zhi casually threw his backpack aside and sat down on the driver's seat.
But just when he was about to start the vehicle, he raised his head and glanced at the rearview mirror. Bai Zhi's movements paused slightly for a moment.
After thinking for a moment, he reached out and wiped it on his face.
Then, a faint black mist dispersed from his body and quickly enveloped his body. Within a moment, his whole body was covered by a pure shadow.
Around him, there was an irreversible darkness.
Regarding the use of these black mist, Bai Zhi can already be said to be proficient... After all, he didn't get beaten in vain.
In the world of ghosts, the strong are respected.
Even if his current strength is only that of a fifth-level fighter, he still has to pretend to be strong and mysterious.
Just like when you meet a bald man with a sturdy back and a large tattoo on his arm on the road, you will subconsciously choose to avoid him. This way you can save a lot of trouble.
After looking at the rearview mirror for a moment, Bai Zhi nodded with satisfaction, pressed the button to close the door, stepped on the accelerator and drove away.
Volume 2 The Miracle of Improbable Probability: Chapter 945 Chapter 32 Ghost Slave and... Terrifying Professional Inheritance
If you want to achieve extraordinary things, you must use extraordinary means.
It can be said that Bai Zhi quite agrees with the words of a certain dragon fruit.
The Ghost Emperor appears, and all ghosts surrender.
The goal Bai Zhi set for himself was to completely control the city in the next two days, and then in the process, work his way to the top.
Regarding the former, he currently doesn't have any clear plans, but for the latter, he plans to show the spirit of Yu Gong Yishan.
As the saying goes, practice makes perfect. After trying the previous ten challenges... he was now able to beat half of them.
And besides, it’s just a fight, who wouldn’t
... Although so far, he is still getting beaten.
While driving the bus slowly down the street, Bai Zhi thought about his next plan.
According to his own calculations, there are currently two ways for him to improve his strength.
The first one is that during the day, you can get an increase from the inexplicable black fog by going through the corridors in the office building.
As for the second one... he's currently preparing an experiment.
There is no peace among ghosts and ghosts. The law of the jungle is quite serious. When the heavy rain killed the driver and snatched the car, the starving ghost and the driver who were eaten are proof.
According to his speculation, the increase in strength between ghosts and monsters may come from killing each other. In addition to relying on the strong, the weak may only be able to carefully hide in a small safe place like he did before. .
It's easy to verify this second guess, as long as he kills a ghost to prove it.
… So he planned to be a black truck driver.
Perhaps it was a coincidence, or maybe it was because we were on the wrong road, but Bai Zhi, the first passenger on the bus, actually knew him. It was the human-skinned ghost who wanted to eat him during the heavy rain during the day.
After getting on the bus, he threw something into the coin box and then floated straight to the back seat of the car. Bai Zhi, whose entire figure was hidden under the black mist, was slightly confused. He squinted his eyes.
Ten minutes later, when the bus pulled out from a dark corner, the passengers on the bus had disappeared.
-Bai Zhi really doesn't hold grudges, it's just that this guy happened to hit the muzzle of the gun, and he just didn't like this guy.
"Plundering in this way..."
Bai Zhi lowered his head and looked at his hands with a thoughtful look on his face.
When he beat the human-skinned ghost to death with his fists in the dark alley, all the memories about the other person from his life until his death were integrated into his mind at that moment.
Memories belonging to others were forcibly inserted into his mind, so that even now, he still felt that his head was a little confused, but these things were nothing to Bai Zhi, and he quickly adjusted.
As for other gains…
After thinking for a moment, Bai Zhi stretched out a finger and flicked it to the side.
During the surge of black mist that dispersed over his body, a human skin suspended in the air appeared in front of him, quietly waiting for his next instruction.
-It was the human-skinned ghost he killed earlier.
"...Ghost slave?"
Looking at the human-skinned ghost in front of him, Bai Zhi couldn't help but raise his eyebrows slightly. He could feel that he could now completely control everything about the other person... just like he had control over those ghosts.
"What kind of profession did that world guardian create..."
After waving his hand, Bai Zhi let the human-skinned ghost return to the back of the carriage and find a seat to sit down casually. Bai Zhi let out a small breath in his mouth.
He didn't know how many professional prototypes the world guardian created under that situation, but thinking about it, all the top professions in the underworld in later generations should have been created by the other party.
The concept of ghost slaves is basically the same as that of ghosts. These professions created by the guardian of the world clearly have a touch of ghostly characteristics.
"That's right, after all, this is the other party's highest masterpiece at the end of his life. Although it is only a prototype, it is natural to be powerful, and this is the possibility that he stole it from those things..."
While continuing to drive the bus in search of the next prey, Bai Zhi began to think in his mind.
From what he has learned so far, he can roughly deduce the relevant professional characteristics of the [Eastern Ghost Emperor? Shen Tu] profession.
As you kill, you will become stronger, your physical fitness will be strengthened... and it may even include strange tales of slavery! !
…Should it be said that it is worthy of being one of the final inheritances of the underworld
Originally, Bai Zhi was just thinking about obtaining the Ghost Emperor's inheritance so that he could travel to the underworld at any time in the future. He actually didn't have much interest in the profession itself.
But now, he has changed his mind.
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In this city dominated by ghosts, only at night can the whole city be truly revealed.
Bai Zhi had walked around the city roughly during the day before, and thought he had memorized the layout of the city clearly, but now he realized that what he saw during the day was just the tip of the iceberg.
Some buildings that do not exist at all during the day only reveal their original appearance at night.
In the world of ghosts and monsters, the hierarchy is quite strict.
A driver like him driving a ghost bus was not even allowed to enter the inner city. Originally, Bai had some thoughts of forcing his way in, but looking at the man who was at least several stories tall, The ferocious ghost guards looked back at the few crooked melons and jujubes sitting in his car who had been adopted as ghost slaves by him. Bai Zhi wisely gave up the idea.
The matter of collecting ghost slaves to increase one's own strength and expand one's own scale actually went quite smoothly. After all, the ghosts that could choose to hitch a ride were not too strong.
Under the righteous gang fight, they basically had no ability to resist, and they all became ghost slaves of Bai Zhi's men.
Although every time a ghost slave is added, the memory of the other person's life will be forcibly integrated into his mind, which will cause most people to have a splitting headache and memory confusion, but for Bai Zhi, things like this have almost no consequences. Influence.
For other people, every time they take in a ghost slave, they have to wait for a while to avoid mental problems. For Bai Zhi, this basically does not exist.
He was like a complete bystander, with a completely third-party attitude towards those memories. He even had the mood to watch these memories as a documentary film with great interest.
Among the ghost slaves Bai Zhi took in, there were some Lianjiazi who were very capable in individual combat. After their memories poured into his mind, his original shortcomings in melee combat were reduced. This night was quickly made up for.
Looking at his rapidly expanding team, Bai Zhiyou nodded in agreement.
"Sure enough, it's better to fight in a group..."
Volume 2 The Miracle of Micro-Probability: Chapter 946 Chapter 33 [BUG]
The difficulty of this only professional inheritance trial is actually quite high.
There are related decryptions about his own identity, the extremely harsh environment he lives in, and the constant mental tests... and so on.
Especially when it comes to ghost slaves, one or two ghost slaves are fine, but if too many ghost slaves are taken in at one time, and a large number of memories that do not belong to one are forcibly instilled into the mind at the same time, it will be very difficult for the spirit. The devastation was simply devastating.
Once you fail to maintain your original intention, and your own memory is overwhelmed and confused by memories that are completely not yours, you may become a complete lunatic if you are lucky, and you may have a mental breakdown if you are unlucky.
A player's memories of up to several decades are like a drop in the ocean in front of the huge memory flow that is several times higher than the player's own.
However, for things like these, there is a big BUG in Bai Zhi... or he himself is a BUG.
Because in less than an hour so far, the number of ghost slaves under him has exceeded three digits.
A total of nearly thousands of years of huge memories flooded into his mind, but he himself was as if nothing had happened, and he categorized these memories one by one with great interest.
For him, these memories are just books that can be read at any time. Although most of them have been shelved by him, for some interesting memories, such as close combat, he will deliberately stop them. Take the essence and discard the dross to gain insights and integration.
It is precisely because of this that his mediocre close combat skills, which were originally only at LV 1, have rapidly improved during this period. If he were to challenge the third level now, Bai Zhi felt that it would not be difficult.
Not only that, although the hundreds of ghost slaves are all ghosts who belong to the lowest level, quantitative changes lead to qualitative changes. Bai Zhi had a vague feeling that the intensity and concentration of the black mist on his body had increased to an uncertain extent. promote.
Now that he has a lot of little brothers, he no longer needs to do it himself. He can just let the little brothers come on. He only needs to restrain them from eating the killed ghosts. The specific effect is the same.
So as early as an hour after nightfall, Bai Zhi had already headed back home to go to bed and have dinner at the same time.
Before going back, he deliberately brought nearly 50 ghost slaves back to clean up the office building. As for the remaining ghost slaves, all of them stayed behind to continue to help him spread his sphere of influence in the city.
Regarding the strength levels of these ghosts, Bai Zhiyou made a rough assessment of their strength. The lowest level was naturally those corpses in the office building that did not act on instinct, and they were considered inferior.
After that, from low to high, there are ghosts, fierce ghosts, fierce gods, ghosts and gods... It's a pretty rough setting.
Basically all the ghost slaves Bai Zhi took in were of the ghost level, and there were none of the fierce ghosts. As for the level of ghosts and gods, he could only see a few things that were a few floors tall guarding the entrance to the inner city.
Bai Zhi has carefully observed that only ghosts above the fierce god level can be allowed to enter the inner city. As for the more powerful ghosts that may exist in the inner city... that is not something he can consider now. .
The number of ghosts is already large enough, so his next goal is to let his ghost slaves hunt for ghosts. Although ghosts are generally stronger than ghosts by more than one level, if there are too many ants to kill the elephant, they can always succeed once.
These ghost slaves under him are just consumables and can be replenished at any time, so he doesn't feel bad.
And as long as you can successfully hunt a fierce ghost, then the next things that can be done will be much easier to handle. As for those fierce gods and ghosts, you can take your time in this way.
Fifty ghost-level ghost slaves would not be a problem to deal with the thousands of corpses in the office building that only relied on instinct. After all, the space in the building was limited and the numerical advantage could not be shown.
Originally, Bai Zhi wanted to challenge the third level again while he was strengthened, but he didn't expect that those black shadows would not appear at night, so he had to give up.
"I feel like the difficulty of this test is actually not too high...?"
Feeling that the number of ghost slaves was increasing or decreasing with the passage of time, Bai Zhi yawned and lay down on a made bed.
"Fortunately, I was still worried about how to spend the night. It turns out that God's plan is not as good as God's, and plans are not as good as changes..."
And just when Bai Zhi had fallen asleep, in the city, the ghost slaves controlled by him were encircling and killing the ghosts according to his orders. Some of them with fierce personalities even drove ghost buses and crashed into them. Go up.
The whole city was in an uproar because of these ghosts.
However, things like these did not have any impact on Bai Zhi. Several ghost slaves loyally guarded the door and acted as his guards at night.
There were even a few reasonably tall and human-looking ghost slaves standing beside his bed, constantly fanning him to drive away the heat of the night...
One night passed quietly.
At six o'clock the next morning, Bai Zhi opened his eyes on time.
At this time, the sky was already bright, and all the ghosts and ghosts had disappeared.
However, as his subordinate, Bai Zhi can still feel the existence of his ghost slaves. After a whole night of development, his current number of ghost slaves is... three hundred and thirty-six.
Among them, the number of ghost slaves at the ghost level is 300, and the number of ghost slaves at the fierce ghost level is 36. The lineup is luxurious.
"Huh? But why are there only 200 memories obtained from these ghost slaves?"
After taking stock, Bai Zhi couldn't help but frown slightly.
Counting those ghost slaves who died while hunting ghosts, according to his estimate, when he wakes up, there should be at least about 500 memory backups in his mind that originated from the ghost slaves. That's right.
His current situation is like fighting monsters well, but the drops are seriously insufficient... Or it would be more appropriate to say that the rewards he completed during the mission were swallowed inexplicably.
"Does this also cause a bug for me? What the hell... Or is the upper limit of the memories dropped in this trial scene 200?"
Pouting his lips, Bai Zhi stood up from the bed, planning to wait until night to verify it.
As for now, he planned to have breakfast first, and then continue to challenge the third floor, which he had failed dozens of times before.
Yesterday, those twenty figures had a great time beating him up...
Isn't it just a group fight? Who wouldn’t? !
Today I have to tie you up one by one, hang them up and beat them...
Volume 2 The Miracle of Micro-Probability: Chapter 947 Chapter 34 [Ghost Realm]
It's still the white square, still the twenty or so blurry black figures.