After seeing Tim's various abilities displayed, Bai Lang's biggest impression was not how hard she worked and how proficient she was in combat skills and magic abilities.
I just feel that she really likes farming, she is simple and pure with a little girl's romance. She is different from Fufu who refuses to fight and likes to be a virgin; and Jack who is chaotic and evil and likes backstabbing at night.
Whether Tim kills by himself or by activating the "substitute" derived from his skills, he always looks simple, but the combat effects are very bloody and brutal.
She was not immersed in the joy of killing, but simply fought hard and seriously, resulting in an extremely bloody scene. Then, the 'fertilized' flesh and blood everywhere, under the passive effect of her series of 'abilities',
Taking root, sprouting and blooming...transforming into a beautiful and vibrant picture.
Even in the harsh and harsh death environment of the 'underworld', skeletons and zombies can be broken into pieces and mixed evenly to produce flowers adapted to the hell environment.
"It's a shame you're not a gardener!"
Tim looked happy: "I think so too."
Lang shook his head helplessly and chatted with her while walking along the River Styx. The breath of the two living people continued to attract the souls of the dead in the River Styx. Evil moths flew into the flames, and then they were blown up by Tim one by one and fell into the river.
, duckweed grows, and small yellow flowers bloom.
Bailang would make comments from time to time and introduce his experience to her. However, the two of them had different styles, and Lang's 'migrant worker experience' was no longer completely suitable for the other. Tim's career system was, after all, [Magical Girl].
This kind of teaching lasted for half an hour, and the master and the disciple finally screened out from the many monsters in the underworld who were seeking their own death, a piece of trash with both "strength and intelligence", a hag that floated from the River Styx.
Before she could swim to the shore, Bailang threw a golden ring towards the River Styx, which immediately triggered a group of 'Evil Spirits of the River Styx' to fight.
In the end, this hag successfully broke out of the siege and put "Must Die" on her finger, becoming the unprecedented 'first female temporary pill'.
And the moment she put on the "Must Die", her fragile soul was immediately ignited, instinctively igniting a "fire of singing and dancing" that will never go out.
"Ouch!"
I heard a sudden strange roar from the hag soaking in the Styx, and rhythmic Indian songs and dances rang out around me.
She slapped the water with both hands, flew up out of thin air, then landed, stepped on the water, and took bold and passionate dance steps. Under the shocked gaze of Tiny Tim, she twisted out of the Styx River and faced the little girl.
After a vigorous dance, they started running enthusiastically on the ground singing and dancing.
[The automatic grave guidance function is turned on!]
Behind 'Temporary Maru', a group of 'Digital Dancers Faker' dressed as Indian Asan also danced around in the same dance posture.
The Temporary Pill and Faker's dance partner are in perfect harmony, stimulating an unknown 'small magic circle special effect', showing the visual effect of shrinking the ground into an inch, dancing all the way to the sky with 'moon steps'. Walking in a straight line in the air, towards the nearest 'Feng Shui'
The treasured land of the underworld is galloping away.
Bailang closed his eyes, not to hurt his own spirit. He only relied on [perception] to stick behind the 'must die', and followed briskly.
Only then did Little Tim realize, and he forcibly resisted the urge to continue looking over. He took out a few more 'cards' to purify himself at the spiritual level, and then followed Bailang with lingering fear.
Deep inside, I was still shocked. The feeling was so terrifying. It was not scary or simply disgusting, but an indescribable discomfort, accompanied by an indescribable 'impulse' that I had never felt before.
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Fortunately, Tim has also risen to 'Level 3' with his strength, and is by no means a weakling in terms of mental defense and willpower. In addition, the 'temporary pill' Bailang randomly selected is not powerful in itself, and the 'dance charm' she displayed is completely
It is [Must Die]’s own radiation that escapes outwards.
The real "rich and powerful" are those who can control "must die" by relying on their own strength, achieve mutual success, and release their own infinite charm. For example, the strongest 20th generation in history, Mapomaru.
After Mapo, you will die in vain, you will no longer have wealth and honor, and your dance will be ruined.
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Nearly an hour later, Bailang and Tim stopped at an unremarkable wasteland. Bailang let "Temporary Maru" and her backup dancers continue to dance happily aside.
He first called out the seven people, and then called out a group of 'grey warriors, Hellabang' from the [Seafood City], and began to build the [Great Chanting Temple] in this geomantic treasure land of the underworld, supervised by the seven holy monks.
After dealing with this, Lang also found a pure place, sat cross-legged, closed his eyes, and meditated. He switched to [Source Principle] again, trying to pry into the secrets of the underworld.
This time, he looked directly at the "source of pollution: happy psionic energy" in the underworld, and even the "embodied entity" of the entire world, that is, the "psionic energy dimension (subspace)" from a location that was probably the "Abyss of Tartarus"
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Immediately, it was hit and submerged by the 'Great Happy Spiritual Pollution' like a tsunami. The wave did not directly come into contact with the purest and most original 'Happy Nether Energy'. It was only in the state of 'Small Hedao' that it was possible to get a close glimpse of [Netherworld].
The true appearance of [Energy Dimension].
Then he was swept away and chased by the endless, disorderly and irrational ‘distracting thoughts of all living beings’…
Even if he cuts off this 'peeping' in time and withdraws from the state of [Source Principle], those calls from the [Planet Energy Dimension] still flood his brain, constantly howling without logic and rationality, like madness.
The cheers and screams of the people are completely incomprehensible, but they want to pull you to join this crazy joyful feast.
Faced with this kind of mental pollution that was pulling at the 'soul' and 'reason', Bai Lang decisively activated the [Demon Seed Column] and launched a 'big wail and roar' at himself, using mental pollution to mentally pollute.
Fortunately, his 'spiritual pollution' was a kind of 'beautiful music' that Bailang could understand and distinguish, but the 'happy virus' that was even more difficult to deal with than 'Fugui Pill Hot Dance' was still in his mind for five consecutive years.
After rounds of different styles of 'wailing impact', it was gradually diluted and faded.
This chapter is not finished yet, please click on the next page to continue reading the exciting content! Bai Lang opened his eyes again and savored the mental state at this moment. Even though [Jidu] gave the result that it was safe after testing, the soul was normal, and there was no
There are no signs of contamination in the report, but he can still capture the "state of joy" from the heart.
It was clear that he had experienced a not very intense "mental pollution confrontation", but at this moment, instead of feeling "nervous, palpitation...", he fell into a happy state of "people feel refreshed when happy events happen".
He scratched his head and communicated with his think tank: "Why is this [pollution source] a little happy?"
Pure [Happy Phantom Energy] obviously will not allow people to enter a real state of 'benign happiness, optimism, joy', etc. But just after just a glance, the [Pollution Source] caught up with it, and then purified it in its own way.
The remaining 'pollution effect (purified)' is actually very wonderful.
"Wait a minute, let me think about this feeling. Why does it feel so familiar...?" Lang looked through the memories carefully, and with the help of [Jidu], he retrieved a memory.
That was when he was fishing in [Hotpot Watts], and when he was discussing the 'resurrection plan of the domesticated little Lily's heroic soul' in Snape's office, he drank a bottle of the other's treasured potion out of boredom: [Fu Ling]
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[Fortune Elixir] does not bring real 'luck', but allows people to fall into a state of feeling extremely good about themselves and gain incredible self-confidence. This is reflected in specific behaviors, making them active, outgoing, and action-oriented.
The mentality is always in a good state, so there is an illusion that 'everything goes well'.
In this state of confusion, you will take action and try many things that you usually hesitate about. If you succeed, you will be lucky. If you fail, you still won't feel "discouraged".
And this state of self-confidence from the inside out is often easy to infect other people, making one's actions smoother. Even if you go home from get off work and see your girlfriend lying together with a strange man, you won't be angry, but surprised. So I can find a more beautiful one and rush to the nearest nightclub.
Although Bailang's life will not be such a failure, he is also in a "positive, positive" happiness and excitement at the moment.
"This [pollution source] is a bit interesting. It's more than one level better than what I've encountered before. It's like an unexplored treasure."
Lang suddenly felt that he had chosen the right mission this time. He discovered new business opportunities from [Happy Psionic Energy]. Fortunately, he intercepted it first. This thing is available to all 'senior cemetery employees'
