Bang Bang Bang –

The sound of the moon breaking through the sky sounded frequently, and a swift shadow advanced at high speed in the mid-air of the swamp.

Since it took too much time to communicate with Fu Ling, Feng Bujue had to speed up his travel.

He returned to the edge of the taunting woods from memory, and managed to find the footprints left by Uncle Scrapwood and the four of them. Then he followed the trail and continued his pursuit to the edge of the swamp.

At this moment, there are still twenty-two minutes left before the time limit for the completion of the main quest.

"Hey...... What is this......" As he reached the edge of the swamp, he saw something strange on a stone path in front of him—four black humanoid smudges.

"No......" Although he couldn't see it clearly from a distance, he already had an ominous premonition in his heart.

With apprehension, Brother Jue walked along the dirt path to the stone path. He walked briskly over to the stains and looked down to take a closer look. At this distance, he can finally be sure...... These four smudges are the outlines of Uncle Wastewood, Imagination, Honghu and Traces.

"What kind of PLAY is this......" Feng Bujue said with empty eyes, "Is it okay to cover your whole body with ink and lie on the ground to commemorate it......" he immediately denied this inference, "Hmm...... Wrong. The four smudges are like silhouettes, the edges are very smooth, and there is not even a drop of extra black dots around them. They weren't cartoon 2D characters, and even if they were immersed in liquid, they wouldn't be able to put such a smudge on the ground......"

Thinking of this, Brother Jue crouched down, ready to reach out and touch the stain, wanting to check what it was.

Unexpectedly, at this moment...... A strong wind swept by, and a black shadow struck from the side.

Feng Buju's reaction was swift, and he took advantage of the momentum and jumped uphill (the downhill is the direction of the swamp), distancing himself from the unknown threat. In this lightning gap, [Death Poker] has appeared in his hands, ready to go.

"Huh...... You're pretty good at it, too. A high-pitched voice sounded.

Brother Jue turned his head and locked on to the enemy with his eyes. Is that...... A black, ethereal, huge palm.

'Oh?' 'Not bad, isn't it......" Feng Bujue said in a rather calm tone, with a completely surprised expression on his face, "So...... You've already met a couple of guys with good skills before. ”

Brother Jue's words are not leaky, he did not point out who those "guys" were, let alone say what they had to do with him. He simply understands the content of the short sentence in the other person's mouth, makes a reasonable inference, and then sets the other party's words in turn.

"They're on the ground...... the black hand touched the smudge on the ground with his index finger, and then, laughter came out of his palm, "hehe...... You'll soon be like them. Hey...... I can let you pick a good pose. ”

"Cut...... Has the whole army been wiped out......" Feng Bujue glanced at the four figures on the ground again, and muttered, "But...... Judging from the game menu, they are all alive, and there should be a way to recover them......"

"What's wrong? Too scared to speak? The black hand replied aggressively.

"You're the 'hand of rubbing', aren't you?" When Feng Bujue asked this question, the expression on his face became colder, which showed that he ...... He got a little serious.

"Hah...... Otherworldly traveler, do you know me? The rubbing hand laughed.

Of course Feng Bujue didn't know this thing...... It's just that Brother Jue heard a lot of information from Fu Ling just now, so he knows that there are four guards on Chew Demon Island, namely 'hands, eyes, hearts, and souls', and the 'hands' among them are called the hands of rubbing.

"Hmph...... I know a little bit about it...... "Bluffing is Feng Buyi's forte, and as soon as he heard that he had guessed correctly, he immediately sneered, "I still know...... The strength of your guards is actually quite average. But...... Each of you has a special ability. He pointed to the ground, "These four...... It's just that if you fall for your little trick, you will be stretched to the ground, right? ”

Brother Jue's words were also tentative, he pretended to know the other party very well, and showed an arrogant and contemptuous attitude to provoke the other party. As a matter of fact...... He had no idea what the abilities of the four guards were. It's not that Fu Ling refuses to sue Brother Sù Jue, but even she doesn't know.

"Little tricks?" The sharp voice of the rubbing hand was raised high, "Humph...... How dare you say it, you fool? When it said this, it turned its back (palm) and raised its middle finger at Brother Jue, "I'll let you understand it...... My little trick. ”

"Okay~ That's what I mean." Feng Bujue replied.

Right now, Brother Jue's physical strength and spiritual power are stretched. After using the Southern Dipper Flying Dragon Fist, Qigong Cannon, and a large number of moon steps one after another, his body naturally showed fatigue. If it is a normal battle with the other party, its chances of winning may not be 50%. Again...... Uncle Wastewood's ability to engage head-on is definitely not bad, and there are many people, but how did they get it?

Obviously, conventional methods won't work if you want to defeat this guard.

"You want to play evil ......" Brother Jue hooked the corners of his mouth and swept the other party with malicious eyes, "I will accompany you to the end." ”

"Hah! I'm going to make you arrogant right away! The rubbing hand shouted and raised his palm.

In the next second, the space around them froze, and a shadow like a mist circled the person's hand, framing a cylindrical area.

"Hey...... Welcome to ...... Guess the boxing field! The palm of the rubbing hand let out a sinister smile.

"Huh?" Feng Bujue stretched his face, and said weakly, "Is it this ability?" He squinted at the other party with a look of disgust and disdain, "I thought you would use some more technical tricks, such as the steel pillar dance or something......

"What is that......" The momentum of the rubbing hand dissipated in an instant, and his tone was full of pain.

"It's a form of dance." Feng Bujue shrugged.

"I've heard of pole dancing ......," rubbing the hand do.

"No, no, that's for people with bodies." Feng Bujue said, "Your words...... Need to find a pillar and get a few buckets of lubricant......"

"That's a fart dance! There is a hairy technical content! You give me enough to stop! The rubbing hand interrupted with a roar.

"As a right hand, your consciousness is really ridiculously naïve......" Feng Bujue raised his right hand with a solemn face, his hand was like a flame, "Hmph...... You are like a man who stands knee-deep in the water and claims to have seen the ocean, you are the real fool......" He slowly changed his gesture and raised his middle finger to the rubbing hand, "You are not even qualified to make dirty gestures in front of this hand of God!" ”

"In a sense, you are really a god...... "The hand of rubbing couldn't help but complain, "with a hot-blooded, domineering, and lonely attitude...... Doing such obscene words and deeds as if nothing happened......"

"Huh...... Leave the mourning dog's scream until after the defeat. Feng Bujue shook his arm, "Let's fight!" Isn't it just guessing boxing? ”

Seeing that the other party stopped talking nonsense, the rubbing hand also snorted coldly, bringing the topic back to the topic: "Hmph...... Don't worry...... This is obviously not your average guess. To be fair, before I begin, I want to say the following rules. ”

"Oh...... If the opponent doesn't know the rules, the ability won't be fully effective, right......" Feng Bujue replied directly.

"Long-winded!" The rubbing hand was instantly exposed, and he was a little annoyed and angry, "If you don't want to hear us, we'll spend it like this!" There is absolutely no escaping this field! ”

"Okay...... You say. Feng Bujue spread out his hands and shook his head pretendedly.

"First of all, let me talk about the rules of winning and losing." The rubbing hand continued, "Rock gram scissors, scissors gram cloth, cloth stone." If the two sides come up with the same thing, then it is considered a tie. As he spoke, he changed his hand shapes and made rock, scissors, and paper, "When one side wins three times, it wins." There is no limit to the time between rounds. If you want, you can take a week between the two rounds, huh...... As long as you're not afraid of starving to death in the field of guessing. ”

"Uh-huh, there's more." Feng Bujue nodded and coped.

"If I win...... "I'll slap you to the ground." He paused, "Just like I did to them......"

"Sorry to interrupt." Feng Bujue interjected, "Excuse me...... Did the four of them compete with you one by one? ”

"Yes." The rubbing hand replied, "But...... I encircled all four of them in the field of guessing from the very beginning, in case they left their companions and ran away. ”

That is to say...... When you compete with the first person, the other three people are watching from the side......" Feng Bujue said again.

"Yes." The other party replied.

"Then you beat the first man and slapped him into the ground, and the second man comes back to compete with you, and so on......" Feng Bujue continued, "You defeated four of them in a row......"

"Hey...... That's right. The rubbing hand replied triumphantly, "How's it going?" Feeling scared? ”

Brother Jue didn't answer this question, but said calmly: "I know, please continue to talk about the rules." ”

"Hmph......" The rubbing hand was bored, it clenched its fists, and continued its previous words, "If you win...... Although we all know that it is impossible...... But what if that happens, ...... I'll let you go through guò here. ”

"Is it just for me to be alone?" Feng Bujue said, he seemed to know something, and said quite confidently, "Then what if I win you again?" In other words, once again 'three wins'. ”

"Hehe...... "The rubbing hand smiled slyly, "those four people...... Sure enough, it's your companion, right? ”

Feng Bujue remained silent.

The rubbing hand didn't need him to admit it, it pointed to the figure on the ground, and said with a smile: "From the second time onwards, every time you win three games against me, I will release a person from the ground and give him the power to pass guò." His voice sank, "But you have to think clearly...... Excluding the number of tied games, if you accumulate losses in three out of every five games...... "RS".