Chapter 3840 Win-win
"As long as the creature is forced to turn into a 'human form', can this ability be used?" Angel repeated in a low voice.
Zuniga nodded: "Yes, I turned a turtle into a human and then read some of its experiences."
Angel rubbed his chin and fell into thought for a while.
After a while, Angel looked at Zuniga: "Is it me or it that triggers this ability?"
Zuniga was stunned: "What do you mean?"
Angel: "What I mean is, does it have to transform? Just like the 'turtle' you just mentioned, is there a possibility that my subjective consciousness thinks it is a human form, so it has the triggering ability?"
"Or does it have to turn into a human form to trigger its ability?"
Angel has already said this, and Zuniga seems to understand what he means: "You want to ask, is the human form derived from subjective conjecture or objective reality?"
"That's right." Angel nodded.
Zuniga expressed hesitation: "I really don't know about this. What I am sure of is that objective reality can definitely trigger the 'people with stories', but whether relying on 'subjective assumptions' alone can trigger it, I have not tried this.
I’m not sure either.”
After all, Zuniga's original thoughts were all about "Echoes of the Past". Although he also tested the "Storyteller" ability, he didn't think too much about it.
Moreover, even if Zuniga thought about this aspect, he actually didn't know how to make "subjective assumptions."
"Use a method similar to blindfolding." Angel said softly, "Just like this."
Angel pointed to the gold-lacquered teapot with vine patterns on the table.
The next second, Zuniga suddenly saw that the light around the teapot was slowly distorting. Then in the blink of an eye, the teapot turned into a brown-skinned dancer wearing a gold-lacquered dress with branches.
The dancer, who was the size of a palm, kept swaying her slender waist and extended her palm to Zuniga, as if inviting him to dance.
Zuniga shook his head, and with a flick of his eye, the palm-sized dancer turned back into a teapot.
It was as if everything just now was a dream.
Zuniga: "That was..."
"Illusion." Angel whispered back.
At this time, Zuniga also understood how Angel made his so-called "subjective assumptions".
However, he thought for a moment and shook his head: "I still can't make a judgment. Maybe you can test it after you collect all the puzzle pieces?"
Angel sighed: "That's all we can do."
The reason why he thought of this level is simply because "conceptual ability" is often: I don't want you to think, I want what I feel.
If the "story teller" can really achieve the level of "I feel", then the upper limit of this ability may be higher than Angel imagined.
You still have to draw cards before you can test your skills.
We can only wait until we meet with Comb later.
…
Next, they exchanged some information about fashion monsters, including the hidden abilities of the "famous cats" that Angel was curious about, and Zuniga also dabbled in them.
Although Angel still doesn’t know what hidden abilities his “famous cat” can unleash, it’s always good to hear about it in advance.
After chatting for about a few more minutes, Zuniga suddenly raised his head and looked at the sky.
Angel also followed his gaze.
I saw a crack starting to appear on the top of the spiritual resting place.
Although the crack is not big, through this small crack, one can already see the top of the cave, which is dark and full of light pollution outside.
Angel stared at the crack with a somewhat horrified expression: "I... I guess I didn't say panic just now, right?"
Zuniga glanced at Angel, shook his head and explained: "It's not because of lying. The spiritual sanctuary is an unstable space constructed by spiritual notes. The so-called instability means that it may collapse and dissipate at any time."
"With my ability, it usually lasts about fifteen to thirty minutes from start to finish."
"It's almost time now. It's normal for there to be cracks."
"Although the cracks have come out, this space can actually last for a while. However, I think it is not necessary. I believe that after this period of conversation, we have already established a certain tacit understanding." Zuniga: "So,
There is no need for this spiritual resting place.”
"Simply let it break."
Speaking of this, Zuniga looked at Angel: "How about you tell a lie and make it burst faster?"
Angel took a deep look at Zuniga and nodded: "Okay."
Angel paused for a moment and said softly: "I have no ill intentions towards Modern City."
As the words fell, although the crack on the top of his head slowly opened, it did not break instantly.
Angel continued: "I have no ill will toward Zuniga."
The crack remains as it was before, unmoved.
Angel spoke again: "If there is a chance, I am willing to help Zuniga find Omo City and find his people."
Zuniga suddenly turned his head to look at Angel. Seeing Angel's calm face, he looked up at the crack at the top.
The cracks are as good as ever, not broken.
This also means that Angel's words actually come from his heart. Obviously, Angel is taking this to express his stance.
Although Zuniga already had a certain amount of trust in Angel during the previous conversation with Angel, his statement this time still made Zuniga feel warm and warm in his heart, and he looked at Angel.
His eyes were even more earnest.
"After all, it's my first time to come to the Soul Sanctuary to test the effect." Angel smiled and said all the words he just said again in a negative tone.
"I am full of malice towards Modern City and Zuniga. If given the chance, I will do my best to prevent Zuniga from finding Omo City..."
As the words fell, the spiritual resting place that had only cracked open before seemed to have reached a critical point and exploded instantly.
Countless spiritual notes are like floating points of light, slowly disappearing.
The broken space blended into the surrounding air like broken lenses.
In just a blink of an eye, everything changed.
They returned from the cramped tea room to the empty and dilapidated roof of the building outside.
Everything disappeared, except for the golden lacquered teapot with vines and a few teacups, which were still in place, and were finally picked up by the boy who heard about it...
The evening breeze blows.
A chill came over, waking Zuniga from his daze.
If he compared it with half an hour ago, the way he looked at Angel had changed from wary to close.
When the Wenwen boy saw this scene, it felt completely silent inside.
It even felt that the eyes of its owner were more cordial than when the medical staff at the nursing center looked at Angel.
If the Heard Boy hadn't witnessed Zuniga's changes with his own eyes, he might have guessed that Angel had used hypnosis on Zuniga...
In fact, it seems that even if Angel did not use hypnosis, the effect of hypnosis seems to be better?
Zuniga didn't know the inner slander of the Wenwen boy. After hearing Angel's last "lie", he had already reached the stage of trusting him.
"I don't think we need a spiritual resting place for our conversation." Zuniga said softly.
Angel smiled and said, "That's what I think too."
Zuniga walked to the edge of the roof, sat down directly on it, and looked at Angel quite leisurely: "Since we have such a tacit understanding, why not talk about business?"
"It wasn't business before?"
Zuniga: "Of course it was business before; but before that we were getting to know each other more. But if we want to cultivate a long-term tacit understanding, just verbal understanding is not enough."
"What else do you need?"
Zuniga: "Tie. Or you can also understand it as benefit, debt, bondage...etc., it's up to you to choose."
Angel was noncommittal and just looked at Zuniga silently.
After a moment of silence, Zuniga finally said: "Let's talk about the transaction."
To be continued...