The physique and will of the character card represent the resistance to physical attacks and mental attacks, and also represent the blood volume.
When the physical fitness drops to 0, the person is game over.
Qin Zhibo, who was driving, suddenly felt his heart tremble suddenly, his hands slipped, and the steering wheel controlled the sports car to drift for more than ten meters.
But fortunately, while Qin Zhibo was still conscious, he slammed on the brakes and used his driving skills to stop the car on the side of the road.
Mao Lilan and Conan, who were sitting in the back seat, were unprepared. Their bodies collided with each other. Fortunately, they were wearing seat belts and did not fly out.
"Mr. Qin! What's wrong with you?"
Conan and Mao Lilan hurriedly looked at the front seat and saw Qin Zhibo falling on the seat in pain, covering his heart with both hands.
"not good!"
Conan shouted loudly, immediately unbuckled his seat belt, climbed through the middle of the front seat backrest, and reached the passenger seat.
"Qin Zhibo!"
"Qin Zhibo!"
Conan shook Qin Zhibo's body twice, but his expression was very painful, and his hands were covering his heart in pain.
"Sister Xiaolan, it seems to be a heart attack!"
"Do you have any quick-acting Jiuxin pills?"
"Me neither!"
Mao Lilan also looked anxious. There was no village in the front, no store in the back, and no pharmacy nearby.
Although the Conan people gave him the nickname "Little Hua Tuo", it was difficult for a clever woman to make a meal without rice. Without medicine, she could only watch helplessly.
The two unbuckled Qin Zhibo's seat belt and moved him to the ground next to him.
"Qin Zhibo! Don't die!"
"Hey! Did you hear that?"
"You give me life!"
Mao Lilan was making emergency calls nearby, while Conan was riding on Qin Zhibo, grabbing Qin Zhibo's collar and trying to use words to urge him to die.
At this time, Qin Zhibo's eyes opened slightly. Although Conan's voice could be heard vaguely in his ears, it seemed as if he was a world away.
Physical fitness continues to decline, 60, 50, 43, 40
However, what Qin Zhibo is focusing on now is not these, nor the physical pain.
It was someone standing next to Conan.
Qin Zhibo's eyes were sluggish. He glanced past Conan, who had a ferocious expression on his face, and saw a "person" standing next to Conan.
Strictly speaking, this is not a person.
He is a skeleton, wearing an exquisite black suit and top hat, holding a skull cane in both hands.
His nostrils were stuffed with gray-black cotton, his skull was slightly lowered, and his black skull eyes were staring at Qin Zhibo silently.
This is
Qin Zhibo's consciousness was not yet completely dim, and he recognized this impressive and terrifying image at a glance.
This is exactly the image Qin Zhibo saw when reading "The Secret of the Worm".
The god of death in voodoo, the mediator between life and death, Baron Samedi is known as the "Lord of the Tomb of Death".
Ludwig Pulin once summoned this god from a cemetery with cigars and rum.
Immediately, Ludwig asked him a question, that is, whether the Black Pharaoh of ancient Egypt was also his incarnation.
Baron Samedi's answer - "Yes".
However, the current Baron Samedi is obviously not here to answer questions.
As Qin Zhibo's physical fitness value, which symbolized Qin Zhibo's living power, gradually decreased, he gradually bent his knees and gradually raised the hand holding the skull crutch.
He began to reach out to Qin Zhibo, and Senbai's skeletal hand slowly lowered and passed through Conan's head.
Conan, however, kept his eyes straight and called Qin Zhibo's name firmly, barely noticing anything unusual.
Just at the moment of contact, Conan's body shivered inexplicably.
But at this moment when Qin Zhibo was dying, Conan couldn't care less about his body's slight reaction.
In Qin Zhibo's field of vision, the skeleton hand replaced Conan's face, approaching him directly.
Sudden!
Another hand stretched out from Qin Zhibo's field of vision.
This is a pale and withered hand.
The only difference between it and Baron Samedi's skeleton hand is that the bones are covered with a thin layer of flesh.
It was like a layer of dead skin peeled off from a dead body, without any blood or vitality at all.
The newly appeared arm passed over Qin Zhibo's head, and when the skeleton hand was about to touch Qin Zhibo's head, it grabbed Baron Samedi's wrist.
The dead hand, caught the skeleton hand.
The long and narrow dead man's fingers are completely inconsistent with the human body structure. They are like five slender tentacles that completely wrap up the relatively thick skeleton wrist, and even have some excess.
At this time, Qin Zhibo's slightly narrowed eyes also saw something on the wrist of this pale, thin dead man.
That's a yellow sleeve.
Due to the limited viewing angle, Qin Zhibo could not see any more information. He could only see the section of yellow sleeves like a flag, moving automatically in the absence of wind.
One is a skeletal hand that passes through Conan's head and stretches out from the sleeve of his black suit.
One was a dead hand protruding from Qin Zhibo's top of his head and from his yellow sleeve.
The two hands met in front of Qin Zhibo, like the most classic Nokia startup animation, the scene of two hands shaking hands.
However, these two hands are not normal, and no one would expect either of these two hands to happen to them alone.
However, at this moment, the presence of two hands created a wonderful picture.
When the two hands were in a stalemate, Qin Zhibo's physical fitness value paused at 25 and did not continue to decline.
If an ordinary person's physique is 50 or 25, that's exactly half a life.
At this moment, Qin Zhibo still has half his life left.
…
"Conan! How is Mr. Qin?"
After making the emergency call, Mao Lilan ran back and was concerned about Qin Zhibo's condition.
“It seems to have stabilized temporarily.”
Conan and Mao Lilan looked at Qin Zhibo, whose expression was no longer so painful, but they were still worried.
At this moment, Qin Zhibo was much calmer than before, but he still had not recovered his consciousness.
His eyes were round, his pupils dilated, and he was staring straight ahead.
At first, Conan thought he was looking at himself, but after moving a little, he realized that Qin Zhibo was not looking at himself, but at the empty air in front of him.
Conan waved his hand in front of Qin Zhibo's eyes, but he still couldn't break Qin Zhibo's dazed state, as if his soul had left his body.
This question was so difficult that even Conan couldn't solve it, so he could only wait silently and pray for safety.
In Qin Zhibo's field of vision, the dead hand and the skeleton hand were motionless in the air, as if they were just holding each other, but they seemed to be engaging in some kind of wrestling.
This is a contest that transcends what can be seen with the naked eye, and the explosion of physical power is not the focus.
What is competing against each other is a more obscure and deep-seated cosmic force.
Every moment when the two forces come into contact, it seems that thousands of stars are squeezed into powder and turned into even more insignificant cosmic dust.
But in this battle, the dead hand above the head is gradually shrinking, and the yellow sleeves of Windless Automatic almost withdraw from the edge of the field of vision.
