"But the most dangerous place is the safest, and the old woman won't go out of her way to check the surrounding houses, right?"
Pan Hao broke into cold sweat after hearing this. He had died here before?
Well, as long as it's not the current reincarnation, it doesn't matter.
"What do you want me to do after you save me? How to clean up that... anchor?" He is a smart man, but the behavior of the child in front of him is very strange.
But it's unlikely that a child would go to all the trouble to kill himself.
"Record a sound, and then use a loudspeaker to play the sound out so that the entire village can hear it."
Wang Hao held an ancient tape recorder.
This thing still uses tape, and it has a very period look.
Of course, this is the "sense of the times" in Wang Hao's eyes.
In Pan Hao's eyes, this thing is a high-end imported product, the kind imported from Hong Kong, and you can't even buy it!
"What recording?" Pan Hao asked subconsciously.
Wang Hao explained: "There is a lesser demon in the village, I call it [it]."
"Once you talk about [its] nature and call [its] name, [it] will really appear and take away all those who know it. So I want to use this nature to kill most of the weirdness."
"Didn't you say that there are two lesser demon gods?" Pan Hao's whole body trembled.
The term "Demon God" is actually not very common in Daxia.
In ancient times, "natural disasters" were usually used to describe supernatural phenomena that humans could not resist.
Wang Hao shook his head: "There are indeed two demon gods, but who did this little trick, I don't know, and I don't need to know."
Pan Hao asked again: "But if we are recording here, wouldn't [it] kill us directly?"
Saving humanity or something, this topic is too grand, and now he only thinks about his own life.
Wang Hao explained: "What are you afraid of? Will I let you die in vain?"
"I say one word, you say one word, and we just let the tape recorder hear it. Is this considered communication?"
"That doesn't count, right?"
"If you take it apart word by word, you won't even know what it means, right?"
"It seems...but it is like this."
"Well, how do you use this thing?"
After learning how to use the tape recorder step by step, Wang Hao took the man in his thirties to the next room and asked him to cover his ears so that he could not hear any keywords.
First, he let the tape run for about five minutes, and then said in an emotional voice: "Dear listeners, good morning!"
"Today, I want to tell you an interesting story. Once upon a time, there was a village filled with white fog that never dissipated, and an unknown mystery lived in it. Its..."
At this point, there was a "click" and the recording ended.
My heart was beating rapidly and I felt a little nervous for no reason.
This bit of information is not enough to trigger [its] attack.
But Wang Hao, who was in the real world, felt that his palms were sweating.
Knocked on the door of Pan Hao's room: "It's your turn, record the word 'true', true, true, false, false, true, don't let me hear it. Now let's say something irrelevant first."
"Okay...brother, why do you want to save the world?"
"Of course it's for happiness. Isn't there a sense of accomplishment in saving the world? I think you are poisoned by capitalism and think about money and women all day long."
Lao Wang closed the door.
After being scolded, Pan Hao touched his nose, pressed the record button, said "True", then immediately pressed the stop button and returned the recorder to Wang Hao.
Wang Hao said the word "real", handed the recorder back, and said a few more irrelevant words.
"real"
"Reality"
"name"
"say"
"yes"
Just one word for you and one word for me.
Not only did he tell the real name of [Blood Demon], he also told all the contents of [Blood Demon].
Wang Hao had a wonderful pleasure in skinning the "little bastard" [Blood Demon]. The most important thing was that [Blood Demon] didn't know that he had been skinned.
It took a long time to record all the recordings.
Pan Hao had no idea what he was talking about, because the logic was chaotic and half of the content was missing.
Of course, he didn't want to know the content.
He would have to die if he knew it. He was not a person with a big brain and an explosion of curiosity.
"Okay, it's almost over."
"Everything is done. This method is really... a bit powerful, haha. So this natural disaster will kill its own men because of its own rules? Is it so stupid?"
Wang Hao took the recorder and nodded with satisfaction: "Let's not say who made these rules. It may be the result of a game between the two sides. Maybe both sides are killing people."
"What's more, they can't violate their own rules. Just like if you take poison, you also know that you have taken poison."
"But your intestines and stomach will still digest what you eat and poison yourself to death. This is a rule that cannot be changed."
"I almost understand. It turns out that natural disasters are such things." Pan Hao nodded thoughtfully.
Wang Hao said again: "Okay, now I want to try to see if this recording works. You go back to your room first. This battery should last a long time, right?"
Pan Hao was a little surprised: "Didn't you say that you would die if you heard this recording..."
"What are you afraid of? I can be resurrected indefinitely. You go back to your room quickly. Of course, if you want to die together, it's not a big problem."
Lao Pan quickly ran away and covered his ears.
Normal people never look back to see an explosion!
I have to admit that in the 1980s, there was a huge gap between domestic and foreign countries. Most of the electronic products of the expedition team were brought in from abroad, and batteries were no exception.
This battery is called a VRLA battery, and its scientific name is "valve-regulated sealed lead-acid battery." It is a square box, weighing about twenty kilograms, with English written on it, and it can provide some power.
The next moment, Lao Wang clicked on the recording. The timbre of this recording was a bit weird, with the voices of children and middle-aged uncles mixed together, giving it a mellow and ghostly feel.
"Its real name is...its special ability is...the events it triggers are..."
Soon, within the 12 seconds of telling this voice, the white mist turned into red mist.
The field of vision was greatly distorted, and a blurry figure appeared at the gate of the courtyard.
"Grandma".
She is coming!
"Guawazi, let's go home." Grandma seemed to squeeze out a hoarse voice from her throat.
Sure enough, after hearing this recording, [it] will appear and kill those who know the information.
Wang Hao nodded, very satisfied: "It appeared very quickly."
The next moment, Lao Wang loaded the file again, and the advantage of unlimited resurrection was once again fully demonstrated.
The tape recorder has never been turned on, and his mental state is naturally clear.
"finished!"
He was in an extremely excited mood, and he was simply a super killer in the village!
After the experiment, Wang Hao knocked on Pan Hao's room door again.
"So fast?!" Pan Hao was stunned for a moment. Didn't it just pass by two seconds? How could it be done immediately?
Wang Hao held the recorder and said with a smile: "No problem, I just tried it, died once, and then resurrected to this time and space."
"Next, we need to hang this tweeter and tape recorder in the tallest building in the village, play this recording to the entire village, and kill most of the creatures in the village."
Seeing the other party casually saying "died once" and "then resurrected", Pan Hao didn't know what to say and just swallowed quietly.
Do humans really have such an ability? It is simply unheard of!
Can humans be so powerful? Is this really just a child who is only 1.4 meters tall?
is it possible?
After being in the circle for a long time, I have heard some strange things, but whether it is at home or abroad, the consensus of all parties is that human power is limited. Even saints who have successfully fought against natural disasters have their own limits.
.
Human beings often rely on their own wisdom to deal with natural disasters.
Is this ability to jump repeatedly across the timeline really something humans can possess?
There are two possibilities. First, this child is lying for unknown reasons. He cannot be resurrected indefinitely...
The second one may be more terrifying, he is not an ordinary human being at all!
But...
As a person who is quite superstitious, ideas such as the Jade Emperor and Tathagata Buddha all popped up.
"I met this kind of living Buddha because of the smoke coming from my ancestor's grave! I will never rob a tomb again, damn it!"
Pan Hao tried his best to force out a smile: "Brother, what should we do when we hear this broadcast? You can be resurrected infinitely, but I can't! I will die."
Wang Hao said angrily: "Are you stupid? Take a shovel and dig a deeper hole in the ground, let the two of us get in, and then cover it with layers of things so that we don't let ourselves hear it. That's it."
"As a tomb robber, you should be familiar with the art of digging holes, right? Dig deeper."
"No stranger, no stranger!" Lao Pan said quickly.
"I won't let you die on purpose. I said I would take you out alive and I will take you out... You think I'm joking!"
As a bullshit kid who is only ten years old, it is not easy to intimidate adults.
This Pan Hao was relatively cooperative and believed at least half of it.
As for the hidden suspicions in Pan Hao's heart, Wang Hao didn't care at all, as long as the other party cooperated obediently.
"Okay, I'll dig now!" Pan Hao picked up the Luoyang shovel and started digging holes in the ground.
The house they are currently in is obviously not from a wealthy family. The ground has only been compacted and a little sanhe soil has been spread on it, but no floor tiles have been laid. After so many years, these sanhe soil has long been loosened.
A shovel is a big handful of soil.
Seeing him working so hard and sweating profusely, Wang Hao crossed his legs and sat on the chair as the governor.
By the way, they chatted here and there, telling Lao Pan not to make any small plans.
In fact, he wanted to click the [Time Acceleration] button, but out of respect for every friendly NPC, he continued to chat patiently.
"Where are you from, little brother?" Pan Hao asked carefully while digging the soil.
"Brother, I am a descendant from heaven. I am not from your world. I... come from the future."
He is indeed not from this world, he is the fourth natural disaster!
"future?"
"Yes, house prices in big cities will skyrocket in the future, and the Soviet Union will disintegrate. By the way, the 1982 World Cup champions were the Italian team, do you believe it?" Wang Hao was bored when he was idle, and deliberately teased him, "What if?
If you bet on football, the future may change."
"I don't believe it... I don't believe it. The Soviet Union is so powerful, how could it possibly disintegrate?!"