Solomon Season 2
The two people kneeling on the ground had their heads buried tightly, and the fear of my death was written all over their bodies. On the bed where they couldn't see, Wu Ci, whose hands were "tied" behind his back, was also a little panicked.
Why did he start calling people out as soon as he arrived? He had nothing to do with the Seven Sins Council, and he was just playing the role of a loser, so why did they suddenly kneel down and call him "Master Arrogant"?
Isn't Pride the head of the Council of Seven Sins? How is he related to me?
Wu Ci's brain had not fully recovered from the overload after being killed by Lord Silver in the last simulation, and he felt that his IQ had dropped a lot, almost to the average level of Tianzun disciples. Normally, he could still function, but now it was not very smart, and even a little stuck.
Did these guys know that there were surveillance devices nearby and deliberately slander him, waiting to hand it over to Zhen Shanhe who would then find out and clean him out?
What a vicious heart! Could it be dried fish?
Damn it, as expected of a senior, what a cruel plan! He actually saw through their sudden attack and bit back!
No, no, no, it shouldn’t be.
The two members of the Seven Sins Council kneeling below just mentioned that "Pride" was in charge of the task of finding the Savior, and they thought he was "Pride" at first sight.
so……
Wu Ci looked at the original body's fingers, which had long nails and a few scratches on them. He then thought about how the original body had disappeared inexplicably, leaving him, the summoned hero, in the position of the hero.
Is the original self arrogant?
Then... the original body would not have sacrificed everything to summon the savior, but accidentally summoned this piece of trash, and then died with anger and sorrow, right?
Thinking carefully, this is indeed possible. The abilities of a spiritualist come with the soul. The original body may be very powerful, but after disappearing, those abilities, heroic spirits, and even the memories of the original body disappeared along with it, leaving only a body as an empty shell for him to inherit.
This would explain why he felt that his spiritual power as an initial stage of spiritual master was stronger than others after inheriting the body.
He thought it was a coincidence and luck, ignoring the fact that spiritual power would not be inherited with the body.
Therefore, the spiritual power in his body was not left to him by his original body like his physical body, but was the remnant in his body after his original body took away the soul and spiritual power!
Moreover, this little bit of residue can recover by itself, which means that the tiny bit of residue can be used as a source of spiritual power!
From this, we can imagine how powerful the original spiritual power was! The slightest remnant of the soul left behind is more than the spiritual energy source of other spiritual masters!
The original body's spiritual power would only be stronger than Wu Ci imagined... maybe there are many heroic spirits, some tricks to summon evil gods and the talents of the main god camp they worship.
That’s not good… then he is definitely not as good as his original self.
Exposing oneself as the garbage that was sacrificed by the original body would definitely lead to a miserable death!
And this identity... If Zhen Shanhe knew about it, he would definitely clean up the mess himself...
Wu Ci just said that Yu Xuan, who wanted to join the Seven Sins Council, would be purged, but he didn't expect that the person who should be purged even more is him, the management of this evil cult terrorist organization!
But how to solve the problem now? These two are the subordinates of "Arrogant"... The spiritual power on them is very oppressive. Now they are kneeling in front of him, a much weaker fake. If they are discovered, he will definitely be finished!
And he is in this state now, his whole body is in such a mess, and he is seen like this, how is he going to explain it!
Keep calm, stay composed, it's just a show!
According to his guess about the original body's personality... take the initiative to control the rhythm... don't give any explanation, let people guess for themselves, it will be easier to disguise your identity.
Wu Ci pulled his cheek muscles, making the faint smile on his face become elusive, and broke the terrible silence in the room with a low voice, "I've been so busy that my memory is a little blurry. Tell me? What are your names?"
The two people who buried their heads in the ground and chose to deceive themselves by escaping while waiting for trial had their faces changed drastically.
What does Master Arrogance mean? Are you going to expel them just because they are corrupt and accept bribes? So you just tell them that you don't remember who they are?
That's right, this is the only possibility... Otherwise, how could the arrogant Lord appear here? He must have come here on purpose to catch them!
No wonder! No wonder! They finally knew. No wonder everyone said that the arrogant master was perverted and had a bad taste!
Who could have thought? Their top boss, the leader of the Seven Sins Council, who was notorious throughout the Dark Star, the closest to the Lord of God and the Savior, and a brutal character who sacrificed and slaughtered thousands of cities with other council members, had no sense of being a strong man and identity, and actually pretended to be an outsider to bribe their little surprise to fish for law enforcement!
This is in line with their sect's aesthetic standards! All these marks on his body! His hands were tied behind his back, his collar was open, and he was thrown on the bed with a collar on. He pretended to be powerless, but his expression was calm, like a saint, "forced" to be forced. Who the hell could stand this?
But when it comes to one's life, who dares to resist?
Look at the arrogant one! He even pretends to hide the spiritual pressure on his body! The huge spiritual pressure is completely invisible. He is probably just waiting for the blind idiots like them to hit him!
Master Arrogant has such a bad taste! How can there be such a bad person in the world! He is so vicious!
And... it is well known that the arrogant master attaches great importance to respectability... now they see such a scene...
And Lord Arrogant...he had been acting like a bewildered victim before, but before they knelt down, they did not miss the unfathomable, saintly, and sad smile on Lord Arrogant's lips!
It seems that one of us will die today!
Damn Yuxuan! He appears respectful, but is he trying to kill them? He can send such an arrogant person just for a gift? He doesn't even check the gift before sending it!
The two of them didn't dare to argue with Wu Ci, and didn't even dare to say a word. They could only curse Yu Xuan, the gift-giver, over and over again in their hearts. Their resentment was about to overflow, and they wished they could rush over and find Yu Xuan and chop him into pieces.
But on the surface, they could only suppress their resentment towards Yuxuan and their fear of Wuci, and pretended not to understand and answered:
"My name is Chun Xiuzhi, and I am your potted plant."
"These four legs are your table."
Hard to collapse...
Wu Ci's brain, which was already lagging due to overload, became even laggier after listening to their self-introductions.
He couldn't understand it. Were these two subordinates the potted plant and the table transformed into spirits? One had a rustic name, the other had a weird name, and they even called themselves his potted plant and table.
Could it be that the object has really become a spirit?
The brain was simply not able to think clearly about what to do, and only the soul was able to recover somewhat after a short sleep.
In this case, when you are in doubt, try a simulation first!
The rope was freed, and he silently approached the two people who were kneeling with their heads down, clasped his fingers on their heads, and said grimly, "Since you know your identity, then just be a potted plant and a table, don't move."
The two people kneeling on the ground did not react.
Wu Ci suppressed the dangerous coldness in his voice and asked gently again, "Do you understand?"
Both of them shuddered.
They had just heard the sound of the rope that was still tied to Wu Ci falling to the ground, and they became more and more convinced that Wu Ci was fishing on purpose.
Now Wu Ci's five fingers were clasped on their skulls and he was speaking in a gentle tone which made them feel even more terrified, as if their heads would be overturned if they gave a wrong answer.
So, without even looking up, they burst into tears and promised, "I understand! The potted plant understands! The table understands, too!"
That should be fine.
Wu Ci withdrew his hand and walked away from them. He found that they did not dare to look at him and there was no surveillance nearby, so he continued his bad habits and silently went into the large carved cabinet next to him.
He felt that even if the simulation was only for a moment, the disappearance of his creature's soul would make him a little uneasy, so he planned to leave the location where there might be surveillance so as not to be discovered.
Entering the dim, narrow, enclosed space, smelling the scent of wood, Wu Ci curled up into a ball with his long legs bent in grievance, and felt a sense of relief.
[I have chosen to come in person, and the time ratio is adjusted to: 99999999 natural days: 1 millisecond]
[Number of simulations remaining: 2]
[This soul strength: 10/10]
【Simulation start】
[Holding a candle in the wind, wonderful to the extreme]
Consciousness and soul are anchored in the long river of time through simulated evidence.
Wu Ci smelled a foul odor in his nose that was a mixture of gunpowder, flames, dust, sweat, feces, and rotting corpses.
His scalp felt empty and wet, and his upper body swayed as he moved. His noble skin rubbed against the coarse cloth and the skinny hunchback of the person carrying him, which was a bit painful.
It was the old man from the first simulation, the speculator who scalped his simulated identity.
Not only did the old man exude the same omnipresent stench as the battlefield, he was also covered in sticky dirt and blood. His tangled hair and fleas on his body made Wu Ci feel a dense itching sensation on his skin.
How can a person who doesn't even pay attention to personal hygiene be good?
Wu Ci tried hard to resist the urge to vomit, held his breath, and continued to pretend to be a corpse, practicing the "Heavenly Scripture" to absorb the blood and energy of the battlefield.
Because a complete soul has a very strong enhancement effect, the speed of the "Heavenly Scripture" is extremely fast, almost within two breaths of a normal person. He gradually gained control of the corpse and became stronger.
Holding back his disgust, Wu Ci stretched out his hand, his five fingers forming claws, and just like the simulation in the first round, he penetrated the dirty and clotted rags, pierced through the layer of dry and withered human skin, grabbed the old man's spine, and pulled him out!
The old man fell to the ground along with the man he was carrying.
Wu Ci had tried to maintain his dignity, but he was caught off guard and fell face first into the bloody mud pit. He waved his simulated identity's broken limbs like an alien, like a pile of flesh-mud spiders crawling on all fours and backwards, struggling to control the still stiff corpse to climb up.
The corpse's originally azure eyes turned pale blue because of his arrival, and its face, completely covered in blood, turned towards the old man who was still breathing, its eyes locked on the scalp that the old man had cut off and hung around his waist.
His hair! His respectability!
No, I can't be angry! Anger makes people lose their minds! The way I look now is not very decent, and being angry is even more disgraceful!
If he was a little more aggressive, the old man would be frightened to death like in the first round. He was planning to ask the old man about the specific situation of this world... It's better to be gentle.
The muscles on Wucibu's blood-stained face were pulled, revealing a smile.
He thought that his usually gentle and tolerant smile now looked weird, stiff and extremely scary in the old man's eyes.
The old man let out a terrified "ho ho ho" sound and was unable to catch his breath. He was as frightened as he was in the first act.
The smile on the weird-looking Wu Ci's face became completely stiff and gradually collapsed.
Forget it, let's just heal his twisted limbs and his hair that has been cut off, and restore his dignity first.
Wu Ci used the new ability [Blood and Flesh Infusion] that was opened to them by Tianzun after he seized Sui Gu Tian Dao. He stretched out his left hand, and a huge mouth with sharp teeth opened from his palm. He chewed the old man's flesh and blood, and the juice splashed everywhere as he swallowed it all.
The absorbed flesh and blood were partially extracted to restore his limbs and scalp, and the original blond hair of the simulated identity grew black hair. Wu Ci quickly got rid of the strange form with all four limbs twisted on the ground, and became a human-like person on his two feet.
After Yiban Wuci regained his human form, he stood in the middle of the battlefield, covered his nose and exhaled.
As expected of the Middle Ages, the Solomon Empire was in existence. The smell was everywhere. It was... so bad...
How on earth did he manage to stay on the battlefield for so long in the first game simulation? He was about to choke off his breath!!
Will I really not get a fungal lung infection if I breathe this kind of air every day?
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