"Oh …" Feng Bujue listened to Hill's words, and his reaction was unusually calm. "I see …" he muttered. "Can I understand that … you are negotiating with me?"
"Yes, I am negotiating with you." Hill was also trembling in his heart, but on the surface, he still looked quite tough.
"Heh …" Feng Bujue laughed. "Aren't you afraid that I will immediately read a bunch of trigger words on the other end of the communicator and electrocute you to death?"
"Electrocute me, and you will never find Van Helsing's diary!" Cold sweat trickled down Hill's temples, but he still mustered up the courage to reply.
"Well … not bad," Feng Bujue muttered. "Your courage is not bad, and your brain is not stupid."
"Hmph … I don't need your praise." When Hill heard that Brother Jue's attitude had eased, he breathed a sigh of relief and snorted coldly. "So … what do you think of this condition?"
To his surprise, Feng Bujue's next reply was, "Nothing much."
"What?" Hill was shocked. "Don't you want the diary?"
"Heh heh …" Feng Bujue laughed again. "Although I said that you are 'not stupid,' that doesn't mean that you are smart enough to play with me." He paused for two seconds before continuing. "Mr. Hill, I think I should remind you again … At this moment, the thing you are wearing is a 'tracker' … a tracker! A tracker! "
As the saying went, important things needed to be said three times, so Feng Bujue repeated the word three times in a gradually louder tone and volume.
After being yelled at by him, Hill finally realized the problem. "You … You know where I've been …"
"Very good." Feng Bujue's tone was like a teacher evaluating a student who had answered a question correctly. After a slight pause, he said, "Where you have been, how long you have stayed, and what you have said, as well as all the movements around you, I know all of them …" He concluded. "In short … I can kill you now, and then find the diary according to your route of action."
"No … This … This …" Hill sat on the ground in a daze, and words came out of his mouth incoherently.
"In fact, if you didn't hide the diary, but carried it with you, and used torches and gasoline to threaten me … then I would have been in a difficult position." Feng Bujue continued. "Although I can still use electric shocks to disable you, I can't guarantee the safety of the diary." He sighed. "But the way things are going now … It couldn't be better. You have placed the diary in a … 'safe place' that you can't reach."
At this point, Feng Bujue's tone turned dark. "I believe you understand now … why I, who have been keeping an eye on you, did not use the communicator to stop you when you were hiding the diary."
"Give … Give me one more chance!" At this point, Hill could only admit defeat again. "Don't kill me … I'll go get the diary now … There's still time!"
"Ha!" Feng Bujue laughed. "At this point … Do you think I'll still let you get close to the diary?"
As soon as he said that, Hill immediately began to tear at his suit as if trying to take out the tracker.
"That's enough. Don't waste your energy."
Just as Brother Jue was talking, Hill felt a sharp pain in his back. The electric shock caused him to lie on the ground and twitch for a few seconds.
"How … How is this possible?" Hill gasped in shock when he regained his breath.
"You must be wondering why you were electrocuted even though I didn't say any 'trigger words', right?" Feng Bujue laughed. "Haha … The reason is very simple. In fact, from the beginning … There was no trigger word."
"What?" Hill was confused again.
"Even my assistant (Musashi Kokanai) …" Feng Bujue continued. "There's no way he could make a chip embedded in the human body that can receive and recognize external specific sound signals in such a short time."
"Then …" Hill still didn't understand. "Then why did I get electrocuted every time you said those specific words?"
"Didn't you notice … Every time I said those words, I always put one hand in my pocket or behind my back?" Feng Bujue continued.
Hill was stunned when he heard that. At this moment, many fragments of memory flashed before his eyes.
"Do you understand now?" Feng Bujue paused for a few seconds before saying, "I'm pressing the remote control."
"You!" Hill suddenly felt that he had been fooled. In shock and anger, he couldn't help but swear. "You bastard! You are the devil! "
"It seems that you understand now." Brother Jue didn't care about Hill's cursing. He was even a little smug. "There is no 'trigger word' at all, and there is no 'delayed trigger word.' I just made up whatever I wanted. Anyway, you will be electrocuted if I want you to be electrocuted …" He cleared his throat. "So … I want to advise you at this moment. The plan of 'taking out the tracker and then retrieving the diary as blackmail' … should be abandoned as soon as possible. Even if the communication is interrupted, I can still electrocute you to death … It's just a matter of moving my fingers. "
Hearing this, Hill … finally despaired. He realized that "Mr. F," who looked like a child, was far more terrifying than he had imagined. If there was a "game" between the two of them, then Mr. F was more than five steps ahead of him. No matter what he did or thought … it was all in vain.
"Okay …" Hill simply collapsed on the ground and gave up resistance. "If you want to kill me, then kill me …"
"If I wanted to kill you, I could have done it when you were on your way here after hiding the diary," Feng Bujue continued. "Why do I have to waste so much time talking to you?"
Hill was stunned for a moment. "Then … what do you want?"
"I'm keeping you alive because I still have something for you to do." Feng Bujue replied. "Now, if you don't want to die or carry this chip for the rest of your life, then come to the castle quickly. After you come in, stay where you are. The werewolf will come and pick you up."
"Okay!" When Hill heard that there was still a way out, he immediately got up from the ground. "I'm coming to the city … Wait … Did you just say 'werewolf'?"
…
Unlike Hill, who was "invited" into the castle, Blade and the other two were treated worse.
Shortly after they entered the [Underground Water], they found that the road was blocked.
Of course, strictly speaking, it was not that the road was blocked. It was just that they did not have the ability to pass through it. After killing seven to eight bats and the giant 'killer fishes', they were faced with a different route. One of the routes led up, but the platform above was very high. There was no place to stand on the water, so it was difficult to get up. The other route led down, and they needed to dive down. However, it was dark underwater, and they had no idea where it led to or how long it would take to reach the surface.
After some consideration, they decided to turn back and take the other route outside the red door.
Therefore, they spent another five minutes to quickly turn back and pass through the white corridor. Once again, they came to the place with the pool.
Since they had already swum in the [Underground Water], they did not care about getting wet. They headed straight to the other side of the pool. What awaited them in the pool was a group of mud-colored murlocs.
Fortunately, these monsters were not that strong. They were basically at the level where Brother Long could kill them with his shield.
Not long after, they swam across the pool and came to the other side of the pool. The terrain on this side of the pool was symmetrical with the route that they took to enter. The three of them jumped back and forth across the two platforms and entered the next space.
What surprised them was that … there was actually a mini boss in this space …
Even though it was a 'mini' boss, its presence and size were quite large. Its appearance … was a giant green skeleton that only had its upper body and was crawling on the ground.
Since it was holding a giant bone club in its right hand (perhaps it was its own leg bone), it could only rely on its left hand to crawl back and forth. Its movement was quite slow. However, its huge size made up for its lack of mobility … Because they were indoors, there wasn't much space for the players to maneuver around. In the limited space, it wasn't easy to dodge the giant pillar-like bone club smashing down.
Thankfully, the three players from Blade Edge were experienced in killing monsters. After observing the movement pattern of this mini boss, they swarmed forward and took advantage of the gap between the monster's attacks to beat it into a pile of bones.
If this was any other game, after killing a monster like this, there was an eighty percent chance that it would drop some equipment. Even if it did not drop any treasure, it would at least give the players some free recovery.
However, this was Thriller Paradise. After killing a super strong monster, it was normal that they would get nothing other than Skill Points.
Therefore, after Brother Long and the others defeated the mini boss, they inspected the body to make sure that there was nothing left before they continued on their way.
The few rooms that they entered had more decorations. There were broken metal stairs, colorful floor-to-ceiling windows, beige stone carvings, and brighter candlesticks.
Along with the decorations, the types and power of the monsters increased as well.
There were fully armored zombies, eyeball monsters that flew in the air, blue crows that bit people, wheels of fire and wind with lion faces on their axes, skeletons that tossed bones, skeletons that wore armor, skeletons that shot arrows, unmanned armor that could toss axes, unmanned armor that could toss large rocks, and so on. In short, there were all kinds of monsters. There were monsters in the sky and on the ground, and they all had different attack methods.
Brother Long and the others felt like they were playing some kind of crossover game. The deeper they went, the more powerful the enemies became. And this' power 'was not just a simple increase in Life Points but an increase in Attack, Defense, Agility, Skill, and Intellect.
However, since they had come so far, it was impossible for them to leave the city empty-handed. Even if they had to bite the bullet, they had to continue.
"Chapel."
Finally, after passing through layers of obstacles, wading through rivers, jumping over hills, and killing more than ten monsters, they passed through a white corridor that was sealed by two red doors. Then, they heard the system announcement.
By then, it had been almost an hour since they entered the city, and the three of them had exhausted one-third of their Stamina Points.
"What is it this time? Could that be the leader of the Nine Spectres? " Looking at a giant burning skull floating toward them, Long Aomin, who was sweating profusely, gasped for air.
"It just looks like it …" Tan Lang, who followed behind him, added. "The real Soul Snatcher should be much stronger than the boss in this scenario."
Seven Kills sighed. "Then … as usual, this kind of thing that floats in the air and looks unavoidable … I'll deal with it …" Then, he prepared to use My Dao Fist.
Just as Seven Kills raised his hand, the burning skull suddenly spoke. "Everyone seems to be in good spirits."
"Oh? This is the first monster that can communicate with us … "Brother Long said.
"But the progress is still slower than I expected." The skull ignored Brother Long and continued. "Is it because our bodies have shrunk, so we need to pay more attention to the distribution of Stamina Points?"
Once he heard the term 'shrunk', Tan Lang's expression shifted. He took a step forward and asked loudly, "Who are you?" Before the man could answer, he blurted out the name that he had guessed in his heart. "Feng Bujue?"
"Haha … Not bad," the skull said. "Of course … I'm not here in person. I'm just using this monster's voice to chat with you through magic."
"So, this is your style …" Seven Kills glared at the skull. "Always hiding in the dark to control something …"
"You can't say that … This morning, I had a fight with you guys in the open, but I was almost beaten to death." Feng Bujue said in a tone that was asking for a beating. "After that, I decided to change my strategy."
"Why don't you just say that you're better at playing dirty …" Seven Kills said.
"Since that's your request … fine." Feng Bujue paused and then raised his voice. He used the skull's strange voice to roar, "That's right! I'm good at playing dirty! I like to play dirty! Even if I don't want to play dirty, the audience expects me to play dirty! I'm going to play you to death with dirty tricks! Wahahahaha … "
Seeing this, Seven Kills' lips twitched. He did not know whether to laugh or cry, and there was a fire burning in his heart …
Long Aomin noticed the change in his expression, so he patted his small shoulder and said, "You … are too young … Look at me, I've never taken the initiative to argue with Brother Feng …"
"Hahahaha …" Feng Bujue's villainous laugh lasted for thirty seconds before it stopped. After that, he sighed. "Phew … Okay, gentlemen, I wanted to give you some hints about the route, but I've changed my mind. But now, I've changed my mind. You guys can continue to play in the city … Who asked me to be so sinister, wahahahaha … "
Boom!
This time, his laughter did not last long because Seven Kills had used his Wo Dao Punch to turn the skull into ashes.
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