Life Copy Game

2022-03-09

Chapter 97 Corpse Flower (seeking collection, pursuing reading, seeking monthly pass)

“innate talent?”

He Ao caught the keyword.

“The so-called innate talent is like the ability used by the trick apprentice in front of you,” the middle-aged man seems a little surprised. He Ao doesn’t know the concept of innate talent, but he explained patiently,

“These abilities do not need to be acquired, they come from some kind of sudden ‘awakening’, a person suddenly has an ability that others cannot acquire, and we call this ability that cannot be acquired through learning. The ability of innate talent is called ‘innate talent’.”

Then he thought about it and added, “Each innate talent has its own name, and the user of innate talent must follow this name. The ability to anchor yourself, once there is a deviation, will easily lead to distortion and madness, such as what this trick apprentice experienced. So in a sense, innate talent is both a gift and a curse.”

“So, do these innate talents show some sort of regularity?”

He Ao asked casually.

“No, we haven’t found any potential connection between innate talents yet,” middle-aged man froze for a moment, then said with a smile, “but this is a good question, I I’m also wondering if there will be some kind of internal connection between these innate talents, arranged in a certain pattern.”

He Ao looked at this middle-aged man and felt that he really did not have any malicious intentions. There is something good about being a teacher.

And I know a lot.

However, there seems to be a certain gap between the innate talent in his mouth and the innate talent sequence of the dungeon world. The most important difference is that these innate talents do not seem to have the characteristics of serial arrangement, nor are they numbered.

At this time, He Ao’s cell phone suddenly rang. It was a message from Zhang Anxia: [He Ao, we are almost there. ]

He Ao replied: [Okay, I’m on the third floor now]

“Aren’t you going to deal with the pollutants in your hands?”

At this time, the middle-aged man suddenly asked, “Holding it all the time will affect your mental state.”

“Pollutants?”

He Ao looked suspiciously he.

The middle-aged man obviously paused when he heard this question, then he thought that He Ao didn’t even know ‘innate talent’, so he explained in detail,

“ The definition of pollutants is the extraordinary item with extraordinary power and special pollution properties, such as this magician’s hat in your hand, after the death of the magician, it absorbs the magician’s innate talent power and crazy will, which lasts for a long time. It emits madness, and this is a pollutant.

Different pollutants have different containment and treatment methods, such as this kind of madness pollution, which needs to be isolated with a custom-made mithril container. “

Then he did not wait for He Ao to ask questions this time, and further explained, “The so-called mithril is a special alloy that mixes four metals of silver, iron, copper and nickel in a specific ratio. This alloy can effectively to isolate the pollution of the crazy breath.”

It sounds expensive.

He Ao thought for a while, “Are those flowers out there also pollutants?”

“That’s a corpse flower, a mutant plant.”

explained the middle-aged man.

“Is that a corpse flower?”

He Ao was taken aback.

“Yes,” the middle-aged man wondered why He Ao was so surprised, “this kind of flower grows on the corpse of a human, and grows on the human soul and flesh and blood, and also It will attract other people passing by and become its nutrients, but its petals are ground into powder, which can help people restore their souls and strengthen their resistance to pollution.”

“Worth it?”

“It’s worth the money.”

“The picking method is enough to just pull it up?”

“Yes, the main useful ingredient is the petals, as long as the petals are intact, but the corpse After the flowers are picked, the spirituality will be lost within a day, and it needs to be sealed in ice and stored in the freezer, which can slow down the loss of its spirituality, which can be extended to six months.”

“Good. Yes.”

He Ao jumped directly and jumped from the third floor.

The middle-aged man curiously walked to the edge of the corridor, stuck his head down, and saw He Ao rolled to the ground, and then shua~ shua~ shua~ pulled out the corpse below, The flower that he had thrown away on the ground was also picked up and held in his arms.

Then he hurried upstairs.

The middle-aged man laughed dumbly as he looked at the big bouquet of densely packed flowers he was holding in his arms.

And just when he laughed, a corpse flower was handed to him.

“This is?”

He was a little confused.

“Remuneration.”

He Ao said in a tranquil voice.

Knowledge itself has value.

“This knowledge is relatively ordinary, not worth the price, probably worth…” The middle age person glanced at He Ao in surprise, then reached out and took off two petals, “It’s worth so much.”

He Ao is also welcome. He took the remaining flowers back and asked softly,

“Can this flower be effective for the elderly who have been eroded by pollution?”

“So you’re waiting for me here,” the middle-aged man glanced at the two petals in his hands, and laughed again, “How old is the old man?”

“Eighty years old.”

He Ao was expressionless.

“An old man in his 80s can’t bear such a large amount of medical power. You take half a petal, grind it into powder, mix it with one liter of pure water or boiled water, and give him about 100 ml for the first time. , after waking up, taking 100 ml every day, his soul will probably be fully recovered.

Ordinary person can’t rely on external force to resist madness, but can only rely on his own soul strength, and the corpse flower can just recover. The soul of man.”

The middle-aged man whispered.

“Thank you.”

He Ao nodded.

“He Ao?!”

There were rapid footsteps from downstairs, Zhang Anxia walked up anxiously, he saw the flesh and blood left by the dead pigeons on the road , “Are you all right?”

Then he saw the middle-aged man chatting with He Ao.

As soon as he opened his mouth, the middle-aged man winked at him, so he turned his eyes to He Ao, after confirming that He Ao was all right, relaxed, and asked helplessly,

“Didn’t I tell you not to be impulsive?”

He Ao naturally saw the interaction between the two, and the middle-aged man didn’t want to reveal his identity, so he wouldn’t ask more, he shook his head, “I’m not impulsive, those pigeons took the initiative to attack me.”

“Pigeons? Trickster apprentices? What about others?”

Zhang Anxia was a little surprised.

He Ao turned around innocently and pointed to the skeleton that was nailed to the ground by steel bars, “There.”

“Dead?”

Zhang Anxia was taken aback.

“Justified defense.”

He Ao added.

In the whole process, He Ao only made one and a half moves against the magician. That half move was to use the steel plate to defend against the pigeon flock at first. After He Ao showed his strength and willingness not to fight , the magician continued to attack him, and seriously endangered his life.

So in order to protect his own life, he carried out a defensive counterattack. The original intention of his blow was not to kill the magician, but to use steel bars to fix the magician’s actions, but he did not expect it. The magician turned his flesh and blood into a flock of pigeons. His body was extremely poor, and he died in one blow.

As for why he didn’t run away, it was because he had been found by the pigeons, and the pigeons showed a very strong offensive. If he escaped, it might cause innocent passers-by to be injured or even killed.

Of course, there is another reason why He Ao feels he can play, as he said, there are both risks and benefits.

He Ao’s actions are of a courageous nature, and the magician (apprentice juggler) is himself a dangerous wanted criminal and may endanger the safety of the surrounding at all times.

Coupled with the fact that He Ao was actually only attacking one move, under Central Plains law, this situation is basically self-defense.

In Central Plains, this well-defined self-defense is not an arrest warrant.

Of course, the situation of the transcender may be special, but the provisions of the protection of the transcender are impossible more than the protection of the ordinary person.

“I can testify,” the middle-aged man on the side said suddenly, “this young man is indeed forced to fight back in self-defense.”

This story is purely fictional, and the law is foreign world law.

Seeking collection, pursuing reading, seeking monthly pass recommendation.

(end of this chapter)