Chapter 699 Test (Part 2)

"Hey, hey... Even if I'm unlucky, this shouldn't happen..." Feng Bujue's first reaction was, "Could it be that this desk lamp just happened to break down at this time?" And his second reaction was, "Or... just when I turned off the light, the battery inside just ran out?"

"Uh... ah..."

While Brother Jue was still struggling with why the desk lamp didn't light up, the evil ghost in the pupa had already hummed... and tore the big pupa apart.

Feng Bujue, who heard the noise, turned around and retreated to the metal door. While observing the evil ghost's movements through the camera, he knocked the door twice with his elbow, "Hey! Chief Gu! Something seems to be wrong! Do you have any further hints?"

He waited for a few seconds, and no one responded to him...

"This guy is really gone..." At this point, Feng Bujue broke out in a cold sweat.

Puff--

At this time, a sound of cloth being torn apart was heard.

Feng Bujue turned his head and found that the evil ghost had completely torn the big pupa apart and spread its body upside down.

His appearance was extremely horrible, his head was a corpse, and his skull was cracked, with wisps of foul-smelling corpse oil dripping from the gap in his head... His torso was pea-shaped, showing a bloated and obese body, while his limbs were skinny and thin like firewood.

"Well... this look is quite avant-garde." Feng Bujue held the camera in one hand and aimed at the target, and with the other hand he simply grabbed the lamp... ready to use it to hit the other party.

"Hehehe..." When the evil ghost saw Brother Jue, he laughed maliciously. After laughing a few times, he turned over and jumped to the ground, and then walked towards Feng Bujue step by step.

"He--Puh!" When the evil ghost approached within two meters, Feng Bujue made his first attempt - spitting at the guy.

This spit, by chance... just flew into the gap in the evil ghost's head.

"Hmm?" The evil ghost was obviously stunned for a moment, and two seconds later. He actually spoke, "What are you doing?"

"Can you actually speak..." Feng Bujue muttered in a sarcastic tone.

"Nonsense." The evil ghost replied, "Ghost, you used to be a human, so you can speak naturally." He paused and asked again, "I'm asking you a question, what are you doing?"

"I... want to try whether my saliva can destroy you." Feng Bujue replied.

"Oh..." the evil ghost continued, "Then how do you feel after you try it?"

"According to my observation... it seems not to work." Feng Bujue replied.

"Not only not. It's also disgusting, you know?" the evil ghost replied in a stern voice.

"Well... sorry." Brother Jue thought about it and felt that he was indeed a little wrong, so he apologized. But then he asked another question, "By the way... since you can speak, I want to confirm with you by the way... can boy's urine drive away ghosts?"

The evil ghost actually took two steps back after hearing this, and looked Brother Jue up and down, and then replied: "Well... no."

"Okay." Feng Bujue showed a hint of disappointment. Shrug and replied.

"In addition... I can tell you clearly." The evil ghost said again, "It is basically impossible for someone like you who has not opened his spiritual consciousness to survive from my hands."

"Oh? Can you explain it in detail?" Feng Bujue still did not give up asking questions from the other party.

"No time!" But the evil ghost did not buy it. While speaking. He had already pressed forward again, "Anyway, wait until I extract your soul and fill it with my Dharma body, and you will naturally know."

"Om Mani Padme Hum!" Seeing this, Feng Bujue hurriedly recited the six-character mantra and picked up the desk lamp and swung it at the evil ghost.

After several months of training (he had already told v1 about the training method in the previous article), Feng Bujue's physique has changed significantly. Although his basic physical fitness is not as good as that of a professional athlete, it is definitely not the kind of weak otaku physique.

Don't think that he is just holding a desk lamp, but it is at least a hard object...If it hits someone's head, it is possible to kill on the spot.

"Hmph..." However, facing Brother Jue's attack, Brother Evil Ghost just sneered.

Huh——

Sure enough, Brother Jue's full-strength attack... just missed. Because he used too much force and didn't hit the expected point of force, he staggered and fell forward... and the camera in his other hand also fell to the ground.

"Can't... touch it..." When Feng Bujue realized that he couldn't touch the other party, it was too late.

However, Brother Jue, who lost his balance, did not fall to the ground... He leaned forward and was supported by the evil ghost with one hand, and the position of support was - neck.

"Cough-uh..." The huge force from the throat made Brother Jue's face turn from red to purple in an instant.

The next second, the evil ghost took a step forward, grabbed Feng Bujue's neck, lifted it above his head and pressed it against the wall: "You are quite courageous, but unfortunately... you don't have enough righteousness and spiritual consciousness. It's your fate to break into my ghost world..."

"Why can he touch me, but I can't touch him..." Under this situation, Feng Bujue's brain has not stopped thinking, "And this guy's grip strength is too ridiculous... This can't continue like this. , the consciousness has begun to blur... Escape by force is obviously not feasible... I have to say something quickly... something to make him shake... I have to let him put me down... I have to think of a way to let him go. The reason why I came down... Feng Bujue... think quickly... before the brain stops functioning due to lack of oxygen... hurry up... no... I can't speak at all... I...

……will die? "

At this moment, Feng Bujue entered an extreme realm, which he had never experienced before (in the real world)... the feeling of near death.

"What's going on?" Suddenly, Brother Jue saw something in his eyes, "I...saw..."

Just a few seconds ago, his vision was pitch black. Even if there was still a little light in the room, he would not be able to see the spirit body after losing his camera...

But at this moment, he clearly saw everything in the darkness...

The wall covered with spells, the torn chrysalis, the corpse oil dripping on the ground, and...the evil ghost in front of me.

Snapped--

I don't know where I got the strength from, I picked up the lamp again (I still kept it in my hand), and threw it at the side of the evil ghost's face.

"Ah..." This time, the evil ghost was hit hard. He screamed in pain and instinctively let go of the pinching hand.

Feng Bujue was finally freed from the opponent's grasp... When his feet landed on the ground, blood suddenly rushed to his head. This made him feel dizzy and shaken.

But... he did not fall down after all. After a period of rapid wheezing and coughing, he successfully stabilized his body.

"You..." The evil ghost retreated three meters away, his expression changed slightly, "So you have spiritual consciousness..."

"Ha..." Feng Bujue smiled, and that evil, crazy, and chilling smile returned to his face again, "Although I don't quite know what spiritual consciousness is yet, but I know...at this moment. I can see my surroundings clearly and I can touch you."

"Oh? It turns out that he just woke up..." the evil ghost thought to himself.

Thinking of this, he regained some confidence, and said to Brother Jue with a sinister smile: "Haha... Do you think that you can defeat me if you can see and touch me?"

"According to my observation, your strength is indeed stronger than the average human level." Feng Bujue responded calmly, "But in terms of speed, I still have the advantage. Besides... your body type doesn't seem to be suitable. The type of fighting must be in the ghost world...you are just a bastard who can only kill people without spiritual awareness."

"Hmph! The yellow-mouthed kid...how dare you say such arrogant words!" This evil ghost was obviously stabbed in the foot by Brother Jue, so he became angry and shouted violently. He rushed towards Brother Jue.

"A trash fish is a trash fish..." Feng Bujue's face was as heavy as water, and he calmly leaned over and moved... and reached the opponent's side in a flash. "With a little provocation, he immediately made such a move that could be seen through at a glance. Stupid attack..."

In that flash of lightning. Brother Jue pushed with his hand and stumbled with his foot, using his own strength to push the evil ghost to the ground.

"It doesn't make sense..." The evil ghost threw a dog and gnawed on the mud. He was so angry that he immediately rolled half a circle on the ground, ready to sit up and fight the opponent for another 300 rounds.

unexpectedly……

As soon as he turned his face, before he could bend down, a metal folding chair was thrown towards his face.

Snap, snap, snap, snap, snap——

"mlgbd...Dare to pinch me! Looking for death! You bastard..." Feng Bujue grabbed the back of the chair with both hands and beat the evil spirit with extremely high frequency and intensity. With each blow, he muttered curses. One sentence, echoing the crackling sound caused by the blow...

"You... this... ah..." The evil ghost was unable to get up after being beaten, and soon he curled up with his head in his hands, screaming repeatedly.

As for Feng Bujue...even if he saw his opponent showing weakness, he had no intention of stopping and was playing with great joy.

squeak--

At this time, the metal door of the room was pushed open from the outside, and the light from the corridor came in.

"Okay, come out when you've beaten enough." Gu Chen's figure appeared at the door again.

As he appeared, the cold feeling in the room suddenly disappeared... The evil ghost also disappeared under the light.

"Haah...haah..." Feng Bujue put down his chair and took a few breaths upon seeing this. After he was out of breath, he glared at Gu Chen at the door and said, "You came just in time..."

He only said half of this sentence before he picked up the chair again, stepped forward, and swung it towards Gu Chen at the door.

But... the next second, Feng Bujue felt a flash of red light in front of his eyes.

Then I heard the sound of "ding, dong, dong, dong, dong, dong…".

When he came to his senses, the metal folding chair in his hand had turned into dozens of iron pipes and parts as long as fingers, and fell to the ground one after another. If you look carefully...you can also find that the edges of these fragments are all very neat, as if they were cut by a sharp blade...

"Come, let's talk somewhere else." Gu Chen's expression and tone... were as if nothing had happened. He continued what he just said, "Follow me." After saying that, he put his hands in his pockets and turned around to move forward. .

“Uh…” Feng Bujue stood there for five seconds, and the two iron pipes in his hands fell to the ground, “Okay…” Then he followed. (To be continued…)