Volume 2: Scales in the Pond Chapter 257 Volunteer No. 1
Qiao Ji's explanation was actually a little hard to understand, so Xia Xingzhong asked, "You mean, there really is such a person? An owner of a camera?"
"No, there isn't. The characters are fictional. This is just the background story of the prop. The only thing that is materialized is the camera. But the person holding the camera will 'play' the high school student in the story. Role-playing, do you understand what I mean?"
Qiao Ji didn't even tell him about cosplay, for fear that the old man wouldn't understand.
However, even though it was spoken in Chinese, Xia Xingzhong still found it difficult to understand.
So Qiao Ji pointed to his ankle, and with a thought, he peeled off a plastic sticker.
There was a ghost face on the plastic sticker. "This is another prop I made. It is the symbol of a ninja general. A child tattooed this on himself and gained the ability to control the shadow army. Now I am playing the role of that child through this tattoo. Therefore, I can also use Shadow Escape and summon shadow soldiers."
As soon as he finished speaking, the sticker was put back by telekinesis.
Then, dark shadows appeared in the room where only the two of them were. More than a dozen dark shadow soldiers emerged from the shadows and then dived back into the shadows.
Xia Xingzhong nodded thoughtfully, "I think I understand."
Not only does Qiao Ji have to show off his stuff, he also has to make up a background story for the props?
But think about it from another angle. It's just like the story of Ma Liang with the magic brush. If you draw something on the wall, you can take out the drawing.
Manifesting props and assigning settings, this ability is really strong and beyond the rules. He is making up the rules himself.
"Does your ability allow you to materialize whatever you want?"
"Of course not, it's random, and it also requires a very important raw material."
"What other materials do you need?" Xia Xingzhong asked impatiently.
"Soul." Qiao Ji gave the answer.
If he had the chance, he would like to go to the underworld.
His main intention was to pick up souls, so this was a way of giving Xia Xingzhong a heads-up in advance.
Where are the souls most abundant?
I believe that when he sees the endless undead, he will think of Qiao Ji’s answer today.
At that time, he should consider clearing a battlefield and letting Qiao Ji pick up the soul.
This answer left Xia Xingzhong stunned.
Need a soul?
Does Qiao Ji have an extra soul?
Thinking back carefully, there was indeed one, because Qiao Ji had met people from the Original Sin faction and was killed by him using space cutting.
While Xia Xingzhong was thinking, Qiao Ji continued, "But making props is free at the beginning, but you have to consume your soul later."
"Besides the camera, frying pan, and tattoo stickers, do you have any other props? Did you also absorb Bai Hao's soul?"
Bai Hao, the blood-clothed high priest who was killed in the hospital, Xia Xingzhong has read Qiao Ji's information over and over again.
Qiao Ji deliberately touched the spider silk launcher on his wrist, then smiled and said, "I won't tell you how many props I have. There are always talented people in every generation, and sooner or later they will beat the old waves on the beach. Do you want to watch them test it?"
Xia Xingzhong realized that the wristband-like thing should also be a prop.
Let the front wave hit the beach?
According to the strength of Qiao Ji's props, they would be able to knock the waves onto the beach very quickly.
As for the props, Qiao Ji didn't ask about them, but he wanted to know one more thing, "As the raw material, are there any requirements for the soul?"
"The stronger the soul, the stronger the ability of the object the prop plays."
After hearing this rule, Xia Xingzhong began to think about how to capture some powerful souls.
We are going to attack several imperial tombs recently, and also deal with the ghost kings of the Dragon Spirit Realm. We should be able to harvest some earth-level souls and a large number of mysterious human-level souls.
The containers for collecting souls are a problem. Although they are antiques, they can still be used. However, there are too few of them and they may not be able to hold too many souls.
As for placing Qiao Ji on the edge of the battlefield to collect souls, he would not do such a thing unless he was crazy.
What about slaughterhouses?
Although it is not cheap to breed mutant beasts, it is also an option.
But from another perspective, it is a bit too cruel to turn those mutant beasts who were originally comrades-in-arms into souls. After all, Qiao Ji is not yet an adult.
Looking at Qiao Ji who was walking in front, Xia Xingzhong thought that he should find a way to obtain some high-quality souls from the battlefield.
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Volunteer No. 1, who took the camera out of the box, immediately felt a surge of resentment.
"How do you feel? Has the resentment had any effect ?" Qiao Yao asked immediately.
He and Lin Xingying have not touched each other yet because he is afraid of the resentment that Qiao Ji mentioned.
Volunteer No. 1 had a strange look on his face, and then said, "Report, the resentment is very... weak. I don't think it will have much impact on a trained psychic."
So weak?
Qiao Yao asked again: "Is the resentment continuous?"
"Yes, but the first impact was the strongest. I feel almost unaffected now."
Qiao Yao wondered if the person they chose was too strong. How come he was immune to negative effects?
Let them find something weaker next time.
"Now, you have to try to control your telekinesis to move and destroy the construction waste in the open space ahead. Try to use your telekinesis to the limit. The time limit is one minute."
"yes."
Volunteer No. 1 has already felt the invisible limb of telekinesis. He turned around and faced the construction waste on the open space not far away. With a thought, power gushed out.
Crunch. Crunch.
The cement block with steel bars was lifted up by his telekinesis, and then twisted apart with an invisible force.
Volunteer No. 1 was holding the camera in one hand, and he couldn't help but stretch out his other hand to assist in telekinesis control, because a large piece of construction waste was floating up under his telekinesis control. It was dark and the shadow covered two or three hundred square meters. It was not light, so he had to concentrate and control it with all his strength.
He gritted his teeth, his temples bulged, his eyes were red, and veins on his forehead bulged.
The requirement was to control the exercise for one minute, but after only thirty seconds, two lines of bright red blood appeared under his nose.
“Pause! Pause!”
When Qiao Yao saw that Volunteer No. 1 had blood coming out of his nose, he immediately stopped the movement.
Volunteer No. 1
There was an accident. Why is there bleeding?
The medical team that came with us rushed forward to check the situation.
It was because of seeing this situation that Qiao Ji ended his conversation with Xia Xingzhong and rushed over.
"Nosebleed is normal. It means that your mental power has reached its limit. Don't control such heavy objects. You won't set the dumbbells and barbells for fitness to your limit strength." Qiao Ji said from a distance.
