The cameraman followed closely.
They've already entered the villa, but they're still filming, almost wanting to shove the camera into people's faces. Su Er: "I need some privacy."
The cameraman responded coldly: "We will stop filming at the critical moment."
Su Er picked up a fruit knife from the table and was about to close the bathroom door when the cameraman suddenly asked, "You brought a knife to the bathroom?"
Su Er imitated the other person's emotionless and indifferent tone: "Everyone has his own habits."
Click.
After the door was closed, there was a sound of locking from inside.
Through the door, Suer took out the stun gun.
He had actually tried to put a drop of blood on it, but the shock device had no effect at that time. Now, inspired by the need for a blood-sucking item, he couldn't help but suspect that he hadn't used enough blood.
Sur rolled up his sleeves while exerting a little force on the hand holding the hilt. The blade was sharp and it made a cut with just a slight scratch.
Scarlet blood dripped onto the black metal casing, the two colors blending together in an indescribable harmony. Not in the mood to admire the scene, Soul chose to stop the bleeding first. The cut wasn't deep, and aside from the stinging sensation, it didn't affect his daily activities.
Seeing that the blood was about to drip from the edge, proving that the stun gun had no ability to absorb blood, Soul changed his method and gently wiped away the blood. He did not dare to wipe too much, for fear that the liquid would leak in and backfire.
After a long time, this thing still did not respond. Su Er sighed. If he had known that he would ask for a product manual when he saw Zhu Yun in the copy last time.
He sighed and was about to give up, but the electric shock device finally started to change. A red blood line spread from top to bottom and could not be wiped off no matter what.
The wound on his arm had almost stopped bleeding, so Sur simply poked his fingertip with the knife again, gently rubbing up and down the area blocked by the red line.
The word "Store" suddenly appeared, flashed for only a second and then disappeared. At the same time, the word "Release" lit up on the right, but soon faded until it could no longer be seen. Instead, two buttons, one red and one green, appeared on the left and right.
Seeing the changes in the stun gun, Sur's expression turned serious while he was smiling. To put it bluntly, the essence of the game is bloody and dark. Many times, blood and death are the most intuitive ways of displaying it. He should have thought of using blood to feed the stun gun earlier.
Now we need a test subject.
Soul lowered his sleeve to cover the glaring wound.
He temporarily put away the stun gun, opened the bathroom door, stuck his head out, and waved to the cameraman outside: "Come in."
Goblins are naturally very sensitive to the smell of blood, and Soul hadn't noticed the blood dripping down his pants. The cameraman's eyes caught his eye, and he couldn't help but think more.
"Are you harming yourself?"
Such guests are very common. Because of excessive pressure, they like to obtain another kind of spiritual comfort through extreme methods such as self-harm.
Sur did not explain the misunderstanding, but said: "I just stabbed myself."
"…"
"I'm sad because you refused to go on a date with me yesterday."
The cameraman was pretty sure he remembered correctly that the reason for his refusal was that he saw Soul trying to flirt with the judges again outside the kitchen.
Ghosts have no emotions, but they are curious. The cameraman was eager to know what this man was thinking by frequently meeting ghosts. His subconscious contempt for humans finally led him to the bathroom.
Slamming the door shut, Soul grabbed the camera with one hand, all in one smooth motion!
The small space was perfect for the wall-dong action. Soul pushed the hand holding the camera forward, and the two of them were instantly only a camera away. He smiled and said in a slow tone:
"During the recording process, the guests may seem to be a vulnerable group, but in fact, staff members like you cannot take the initiative to attack the guests."
The cameraman narrowed his eyes unexpectedly as his sore spot was touched.
Soul: "Unless you can counterattack in self-defense if attacked, even then you still lose the initiative."
He moved a little closer, and his warm breath sprayed on the cameraman's face.
The scent of human flesh.
The cameraman's lips trembled. Every time it was his turn to eat dead human flesh, this big living person in front of him was a great opportunity.
According to industry regulations, rashly eating a guest would result in severe punishment, but if one only took a bite of meat, even if there was a punishment, it wouldn't be that severe. The cameraman found Soul's smile irritating and was about to bite off a piece of his facial muscle. As the thought was forming, he suddenly felt a numbness in his waist.
Su Er pressed the red button representing 'storage' tightly, while opening his mouth to absorb the Yin energy from the cameraman.
Just as he had guessed before, the so-called charm value is just an extension of the ability of the electric shock device. By analogy, the Yin Qi absorbed into the body should also be released each time. Unfortunately, there is no way to do it at present.
The cameraman was significantly stronger than the spider-girl. Even though some of her demonic energy was drained without warning, she was able to strike back immediately. The pendant Soul wore helped him block some of the attack, but the wound on his arm was ripped open by a powerful wave of air, and blood instantly stained half of his sleeve.
The cameraman opened his bloody mouth and bit towards his head, trying to crush his skull in one bite.
Unable to dodge, Sur took out the crying doll without hesitation. Unexpectedly, the cameraman's momentum became weak first, and the camera on his shoulder fell to the ground, and the parts broke into pieces with a "bang".
Meanwhile, Soul, temporarily freed from danger, retreated a few steps, seemingly exhausted, until he leaned against the edge of the pool. Looking at the cameraman, who had been nearly drained dry, he spoke with some difficulty, "Hundreds of years ago, someone summed up a truth: Strike first, gain the upper hand."
The cameraman opened his mouth with difficulty, as if trying to bite with all his remaining strength.
Su Er: "You want to eat my flesh, and I want to suck out your Yin Qi. We have a resonance in spirit."
"…"
I don't know if it was because he was angry, but the last breath of his breath disappeared. The cameraman's head tilted, and his skin and flesh gradually became soft, and finally exploded like flour.
Soul weighed the stun gun, wondering what would happen if he pressed the green button to release the Yin energy.
He temporarily suppressed the dangerous thoughts, wrapped some powder left by the cameraman on the ground with paper, and cleaned up the fragments of the camera. After cleaning the blood on his sleeve, he calmed down and walked out.
He first threw the camera into an empty guest room and hid it. When he left, Qu Qingming happened to come down from upstairs. She put on some makeup to hide her haggard look and said with a hint of doubt: "I thought I heard a loud noise upstairs just now."
Su Er smiled sheepishly: "The floor was too slippery, and I accidentally fell."
Qu Qingming nodded and did not ask about Suer's future activities. Suer did not ask her either and walked out.
When the breeze blew, the still wet sleeves felt a biting chill.
From a distance, Ji Heng could be seen standing on the shore, his face slightly tilted upwards, gazing at the vast sky. Just inches away, Zhang Baitian remained in the pose of death, his head bowed and his hands folded. The contrast between the two images was striking.
Seeing that he was alone, Su Er looked around and asked, "Where's the cameraman?"
Ji Heng turned around and found that there was no one behind the other person, so he said, "Maybe he reunited with the person who was filming you."
Su's eyelids twitched.
Ji Heng's expression remained unchanged: "I don't know who will see it after the editing is completed, but it's not good to expose my every move to the camera."
Skipping the cameraman's question, Soul pursed his lips and said, "Do you think the altar will be on the sea?"
Ji Heng did not respond directly, only saying: "We lack the tools to go to sea now."
Su Er pondered and said, "It's impossible for the production team to come to this island out of thin air. They must have taken a boat or a plane. Why not go and ask?"
"I've already pressed them. A ship will arrive every two days to deliver supplies. It'll arrive in the afternoon and leave before dusk."
Su Er grasped one of the key words: "'Force' to ask?"
Ji Heng nodded, completely realizing that the cameraman who was filming him was dead.
It was still several hours before noon, and there was no time to waste. Su Er thought for a moment and said tentatively, "This time is perfect for doing an experiment."
If it were any other members of Guifen, Ji Heng would have let them do whatever they wanted. But facing Su Er, he asked one more question just to be on the safe side: "What experiment?"
"A ghost will die if all its Yin Qi is sucked away. On the other hand, if this Yin Qi is injected into a shell..."
Ji Heng looked at him quietly and suddenly interrupted: "You want to create a ghost?"
Su Er smiled and said, "It's just an ordinary biological experiment."
Ji Heng turned his eyes away from his face, and the past about zombies emerged in his mind.
Faced with his past, Suhr repeatedly emphasized, "You can try making a small clay figurine first. It's not very risky."
After this was said, silence spread between the two. The waves in the distance occasionally crashed over, mixed with a bit of suffocating tension.
After a long while, Ji Heng finally spoke: "Can you use your charm to release Yin energy?"
Su Er's answer was a little vague: "I guess so."
Ji Heng didn't ask any more questions and turned to walk towards the woods.
Su Er knew it was a done deal. The sand at the beach wasn't very sticky, but it was readily available among the trees. Ji Heng dug out a piece of sticky black mud. His fingers were very nimble, and soon the outline of a little man took shape.
In the middle, Suer left for a while, and did not come back until Ji Heng had finished making a lifelike figurine.
About ten minutes later, Soul came running from the distant dense forest, holding a blooming flower. He calmed his breath and pulled out the ghost ashes he had packed in the bathroom from his pocket.
Ji Heng watched his performance quietly throughout.
Soul inserted the flower into the little man's ear and carefully covered it with mud. "If the situation gets out of control, just say this child is Rose Gentleman's. The cameraman was also killed by the little man in his madness."
And this rose is the best evidence of dominant inheritance.
Finally, he looked at the clay figurine, somewhat dissatisfied: "Can you adjust the proportions of its facial features so that people can tell at a glance that it is a biological child?"
Ji Heng: "...It's not good if it's too obvious."
Suer glanced at him and smiled hesitantly, and Ji Heng turned around on his own initiative.
Sur then took out the stun gun and pressed the green button to release his Yin Qi towards the little man. He once again lamented how ruthless he was, actually using this thing as an offensive weapon. "If the little man could be controlled by me, I could fully arm him and go explore whether the altar is really in the sea."
It's much more convenient than waiting for the boat to go out to sea.
Ji Heng turned his back to him and looked into the distance: "It's not that easy."
The copy is not a philanthropist and can not provide this level of convenience to players.
The soil seemed unable to bear too much Yin energy. Even with the little amount injected, cracks appeared in some places. Su Er's smile gradually froze, and his tone was a little uncertain: "Do you think... it can succeed?"
"I don't know." Ji Heng said calmly, "But the last person who did this was Nuwa."
"…"