"Fuck, scumbag, what did you touch? It hurts."
The ghost's fingers trembled, and a thin layer of glass shards covered its fingertips.
Just as Lin Fan was about to ask it why it felt pain, his brain suddenly buzzed and he almost fell to the ground.
It is clear that my entire body is made of souls, without any internal organs or complex parts like the brain, but at this moment I feel like there is a pair of invisible hands passing through my skull and tightly grasping my brain.
It felt like it was squeezing out the brain matter inside, and the pain was so severe that I couldn't make a sound.
After a while, the pain in his brain gradually dissipated. Lin Fan leaned against the wooden table, breathing heavily, his head buzzing.
Is this what Bai Ling'er said... absorption?
Just a piece of glass can cause such terrible pain. If it were an intact object, wouldn't it be painful to death?
Lin Fan considered himself a person who had experienced a great disaster. When the ghost shadow stepped into the half-step city destruction before, he also endured unspeakable pain, but compared with the current difficulty, it was nothing.
"Scumbag, I seem to be able to feel that my body is more fulfilled."
Ghost also wanted to hold the table, but after thinking it over, he decided to stand up by willpower.
"Not enough. This is not enough to destroy the city. Or rather... these things are not enough."
Lin Fan took a deep breath for a long time before he could barely clear his mind and sort out the current situation.
First of all, one's own blood can be fused with those items and then absorbed.
Logically speaking, he was the first person to break into this place, which meant that the monsters here should be able to absorb the items inside by getting injured.
If that is the case, can we also say that things here are also divided into high and low quality?
Assuming that you dismantle the wooden table into sawdust, and then take time to absorb it bit by bit, you may be able to step into the city destroyer, but the price of doing so is very likely to become the weakest city destroyer.
Considering the difference between destroying cities, this possibility is extremely high.
After thinking about it, I looked back and found that Yi Qiqi and the old man were also feeling uncomfortable to varying degrees.
"Brother, it seems we shared some of the damage just now."
“…”
Four souls actually have to suffer so much.
Lin Fan narrowed his eyes slightly, glanced at the ghost shadow, and felt that there must be something wrong.
If every swindler who uses souls to deceive others will eventually reach this point, then how will they embark on the path of destroying the city?
Even a battle maniac like Guiying couldn't help but scream in pain when there were three people sharing the pain. How could the other ghosts have the ability to withstand it?
There must be other rules for all this.
"Master, the sound is still there."
Yi Qiqi was the most resistant to damage among the three. The old man was still wiping his cold sweat, and Lin Fan was still digesting the remaining pain in his body.
She started looking around as if nothing had happened.
And I discovered something that was terrifying when I thought about it carefully.
It was the sound of the vase breaking just now, and the "crackling" sound of the glass shards just now.
It continued to echo in the attic, showing no sign of fading.
It's like being recorded with a tape recorder and then played over and over again without any gaps.
Crack…bang…bang…
The sounds intertwined together, giving people an inexplicable feeling of irritation.
Is this... one of the rules?
Any sound made by an object in the scene will echo forever without attenuation.
Lin Fan waved the ghost money again to make sure that it was not the strange ghost who had lost consciousness causing trouble, then he withdrew his gaze and said:
"If it's just a sound, instead of being so cautious, why don't we all just go all out and look for something special?"
Although we don’t know whether any accidents will happen when the noise reaches a certain level, if we continue to be so cautious, people will become more and more likely to make mistakes under the noise pollution.
But it is better to take advantage of numbers and win quickly.
Of course, the most important thing is...
It doesn't work for him.
With the "training" of the ghost's chattering in his body, Lin Fan can ignore these disordered noises at will.
They acted immediately and Yiqiqi and the old man took action, starting to look for any special-looking objects around them.
During this time, there were always chirping sounds, and just as expected, those sounds were recorded in the attic and replayed over and over again, with almost no delay in between. As soon as the last sound ended, it would continue.
Yiqiqi subconsciously wanted to cover his ears, but found that because he was in a soul state, he was not relying on his ears to receive calls. No matter how hard he covered his ears, the sound would not be reduced at all.
Lin Fan saw the state of the two people, turned around to look at Bai Ling'er, and found that her brows were unconsciously wrinkled.
Apparently, even the destruction of a city would be disturbed by this noise.
If we delay any longer, I'm afraid Bai Ling'er will blow this place up.
"Leave this floor to you two to search. Guiying and I will go up to the second floor."
The stairs were very old and every time he stepped on them, there was a noise of varying degrees. Lin Fan looked at the landing point and rushed up, taking two steps at a time.
The sound was not small, but it just covered up the previous tiny chirping sound, thus reducing the noise.
The ghost's fighting talent was unusual. He combined three steps into one and climbed up to the second floor even faster.
"I say, scumbag, why don't we be more ruthless and just suck up the whole attic!"
Just as Guiying was about to be impressed by his own amazing idea, he was stunned by the scene in front of him.
On the second floor, there were bookshelves one after another, and on each shelf was a book with a cardboard cover and only one or two sheets of paper inside.
It's more like a notebook torn into two pages than a book.
This was not the reason why the ghost was surprised. Next to the book, there was a strange corpse nailed there.
All of them were shriveled, with only skin and bones left. There was a big hole in their chest, and their hands were clasped on the book, as if they were atonement.
"Wow...it seems like they were almost as strong as me when they were alive."
After swallowing its non-existent saliva, it had to admit that the corpses alone made it feel inexplicably pressured.
It’s hard to imagine how powerful these corpses were when they were alive.
Lin Fan looked towards the center of the second floor, which was also a hollow area. That was the source of the constantly echoing sound, and the volume was much louder than that on the first floor.
The staircase leading to the third floor was half destroyed, with only half hanging in the air, precariously crumbling.
Coming to one of the bookshelves, Lin Fan wanted to pick up a book and read it, but he glanced at the strange corpse with a pierced chest. After thinking about it, he tentatively took out the ghost money.
Ten thousand ghost banknotes...dissipated, one hundred thousand ghost banknotes...dissipated, one million ghost banknotes...dissipated.
Damn it, the starting point now is a million?
Lin Fan's face changed. This was the first time that he consumed so much energy in a non-combat situation. Fortunately, the "corpse" moved, and its hands slowly moved away from the book, presenting it in front of Lin Fan.
The originally wordless cover slowly began to have words appear on it.
[Baihua Valley·Blood Sea Spirit]
【Pseudo City】
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