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Eight hundred and thirteenth chapter real power

The second test came silently.

While Fang Ning was still closing his eyes and concentrating his mind, digesting and absorbing the insights just now, the surrounding scenery suddenly changed.

He appeared in a living room, and the smell of blood plunged into his nostrils.

In addition, there is an indescribable familiar smell.

And the surrounding wind blew, whispering and crying, this is the beginning of a standard horror movie...

"Uncle, can you be a little innovative? It's actually boring to just make terrifying things." Fang Ning said speechlessly, then turned into a breeze.

However, this time, it was useless. A cold wind blew and he died...

"..." Fang Ning wanted to cry without tears.

"Why am I dead this time?"

The old man still didn't answer, and he did his homework.

Fang Ning was immediately a little scared. He already understood that the enemy he came back this time could not be solved by integrating into the way of nature.

Because ghosts kill people is unreasonable!

The way of heaven he understood was still very superficial and he was far from mastering those strange and mysterious things.

What he can be familiar with is naturally the materialistic education he received from childhood to adulthood. Everything exists objectively and objectively determines subjectiveness.

In the past understanding, all ghosts do not exist, they are all deceitful things.

If he could truly transform into the Heavenly Way and understand all the changes in the Heavenly Way, he would naturally not be hurt by mere ghosts.

However, his understanding was only shallow, and he could only fight against enemies attacked by entities, ranging from poisonous snakes and beasts to machine guns, cannons and atomic bombs.

"A Tong, you really know how to play. Our family is convinced." Fang Ning was angry but weak.

Once upon a time, the good thing that could fool the uncle into doing the coolie in vain is gone forever...

Is this a distortion of human nature or a decline of the system? Fang Ning thinks it should be the latter.

Fang Ning was resurrected, but he was still in this old house.

He looked around and saw that this was the most ordinary rental house. It was originally a two-bedroom and one-living room house, which was partitioned into 5 rooms for rent.

The doors of the five rooms were tightly closed, and Fang Ning himself was in the small living room.

Four of the rooms were stained with blood. Only one room was clean.

"No, right? Do you want my secret room to be declassified?" Fang Ning was suddenly overwhelmed.

Decrypting the mini-game, he passed the level all depends on the strategy...

What about killing rabbits, escape rooms, etc.

"A Tong, let's say something, which room door can enter?" Fang Ning begged.

There was no response, and then a gust of cold wind appeared and Fang Ning died again.

“…”

I was hanged twice in a daze. Although it was not like the last time I was poisoned, Fang Ning felt a little unconscious and felt relieved. The feeling was like I just watched a horror movie in college and went out to go to the public toilet alone...

Not to mention, the old man is really sure. The confidence that he had just risen because of defeating the poisonous snake disappeared.

After all, he is a scoundrel who often peeks at his own thoughts. What he is afraid of? It is clear, Fang Ning thought helplessly.

The third time he was resurrected in the living room, Fang Ning did not dare to move around, and he did not dare to call the uncle to cheat.

He observed carefully and apart from the doubts of blood stains on the door, there was a shelf for shoes on the left side of the living room near the door.

When Fang Ning rented a house, he never put his shoes there...

Now on that shelf, there are five pairs of shoes of different sizes and appearances. It is easy to see that three pairs of sneakers of different sizes are for men, and two pairs of high heels of different heights are for women.

Obviously these are five people's shoes.

Fang Ning will pay attention to this because the shoes are covered with blood...

This is a problem. Only the murderer has the time and mind to reposition the blood-stained shoes on the shoe rack.

The victims or the fugitives will not have the time to put on their shoes.

That is to say, five people died?

There are 5 rooms, but there may not be only 5 people living there. It is most common for couples to rent a room together.

It's brain-burning... Fang Ning's analysis made him feel a headache after analyzing this.

The old man did not give a prompt, obviously he wanted to crack the murder of ghosts in the secret room to be finished.

But looking at this situation, if you want to crack it, you have to die countless times and read n blocks to pass.

Fang Ning has rich experience in playing games. For such decryption games, his method is to read files and never choose the right one at a time.

Once upon a time, he was also a detective for a while and still had some experience.

But later, as the old man became stronger and stronger, the system map became more and more powerful, and the detectives were no longer useful. He just used cheating to kill monsters, and he was too lazy to play detective games again...

Thinking of this, Fang Ning became aware of something.

Only by breaking skill with strength is the kingly way.

In the past, during World War II, a certain country had many wisdom and tricks, and it was a surprise attack and a divine wind. It was not that the two eggs were saved by others...

"Uh, rich man, are you lazy? Is your brain still OK?" The old man suddenly spoke.

Fang Ning immediately knew that his thinking was right. Although this guy didn't speak, he was still peeking at his thoughts.

There is no way, my body has been managed by it for almost three years, and I guess it is clear what the structure of my brain is, so it is still simple to decipher some ideas.

"Hmph, do you think I am a fool?" Fang Ning said proudly.

Then a cold wind appeared and he died again...

"Hahaha, you forgot again. You can't speak casually here. Once you speak, you may trigger the keyword of the murder curse." The old man gloated.

Damn, you 250, you actually deliberately cheated me.

Fang Ning thought fiercely, thinking about a hundred and eight ways to ravage the system master in his mind.

"No matter how you think, it's useless. I will never transform. I am the aggregate body of rules, invisible and intangible, just a conceptual thing. What can you do to me?" The old man was proud.

Damn it, Fang Ning was helpless and had to ignore it.

The question now is how to make yourself have the power to overwhelm the murder curse in this haunted house!

I'm a lake-level strong soul!

When Fang Ning thought of this, his tiger body shook and his whole body emitted a domineering aura.

Then the wind blew, and he died again...

"Hahaha, it's useless for you to be able to show off! Only with real power can you pass the test." The old man mocked him.

Real power?

Fang Ning thought about it in his mind and immediately understood the uncle's intention. It was to not only avoid salted fish but also to master the use of power.

He thought about it and what he could do?

Well, it seems like nothing...

No, I can still recite scriptures.

"You are a little self-aware. You are too lazy to practice. Now you don't even have a fighting method that can be used." The old man said contemptuously.

"You are defaming people's innocence again, I have already thought of it!" Fang Ning said proudly.

As soon as he finished speaking, the wind came again.

"Transform!"

A joke flashed through his mind, what was the last sentence you wanted to say when you fell off the cliff?

A great god said the two words above...

However, that was just a fantasy after all, while Fang Ning was real and could do it! This is the difference!

The next moment, a yellow light flashed by and he turned into a quaint stone tablet.

The cold wind blew, but the stone tablet remained motionless, and the golden light spread out, and the entire dilapidated house exploded with a "bang".

Where is there any evil spirit? Where is there any gust of wind and howling ghosts and wolves?
Chapter completed!
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