The young man's face was dazed, and he slowly stood up. Painfully scratching his bun with his hands, he muttered to himself:

"Who am I and how did I get up the mountain...... Hey, hey, brothers, where is this, what are you doing? Dressed strangely, why don't you go to the parade and run to the hill for Halloween...... I seem to have had a dream, I dreamed that I went to a place called Liu Guo and was miserable by the boss of the black spot...... Is this a dream within a dream, a serial dream that automatically renews the next episode? Did you break into my dreams, or did I break into your dreams......"

Hearing these words, the old immortal master Tong Jin felt cold all over his body.

He is also considered to have lived a handful of years and seen a lot of scenes. Knowing that the world is big, there are no wonders. But who can experience such a ridiculous thing?

Barren mountains and mountains, broken bones everywhere. Next to her stood the princess and the sword maid with golden branches and jade leaves, and in front of him stood the soul-seducing Bai Impermanence. There is also a guy who is suspected of being an immortal, and he keeps saying that everyone lives in a dream.

The newly deceased is like a puppet, asking questions mechanically.

"The ghost is on the road, and the Yellow Spring will not return...... The common name of the comer, the ghost of the dead. ”

The young man was dumbfounded and said:

"me, you robot knows how to ask questions? No, it's supposed to be a preset program. If you have the ability, will you tell it again? ”

The newly deceased continued to ask stiffly:

"The ghost is on the road, and the Yellow Spring will not return...... The common name of the comer, the ghost of the dead. ”

"You have what it takes, tell it again."

"The ghost is on the road, and the Yellow Spring will not return...... The common name of the comer, the ghost of the dead. ”

"If you have the ability, tell me again."

"The ghost is on the road, and the Yellow Spring will not return...... The common name of the comer, the ghost of the dead. ”

Hahaha......

The young man clapped and laughed, and said:

"I see that your intelligence is too low-level, and you can't pass even the simplest Turing test. Let me tell you a few mallets, normal people, it is impossible not to be emotional about the same questions, and the answers are the same.

"Intelligent development must be designed in depth. Give the bot the ability to crack the Turing test, and preferably reverse test. However, your software is too poor, and the hardware is okay. “

The young man stepped forward, removed the yellow paper covering the face of the newly deceased, and sighed a few times.

"Brother, I have to make a few comments. For example, this dead man's head is very realistic, and the skin is very textured. However, you have to think about what is the main purpose of his existence, and you can't just do it like that. If you want to be intimidating with him, you have to be visually striking......

"In my opinion, the color has dimmed. The old marks of this dead man's head are obvious, and if it is too much like the real thing, it loses its meaning. In fact, it is completely possible to make his mouth brighter, as if he has just sucked blood. It's best to be bloody in the chest, and even adults will be shocked when they see children.

"Give you a few mallets, and then popularize what is the visual impact. Like the execution of a felon, it is more troublesome and costly to divide the corpses of five horses! How easy it is to cut off the head, the most convenient is to feed a poison directly. But why does the ruling class like to do this? It is to make you scared when you see it, you can't forget it when you see it, and you don't dare to rebel again......

This goods talked endlessly, saying that Chunhua and Liu Ruofei had gold stars in their eyes, Tong Jin was almost unsteady on his feet, and even the eyes of the impermanent saint were dull.

The young man turned his head to look at the green-haired zombie and said suspiciously:

"This thing is dressed up as a green-haired monkey, which template is used? By the way, the kappa in the legend of Fuso, the ghost of Rashomon......"

Bai Wuchang watched coldly, motionless.

The newly dead froze for a while, then made a hollow sound again. But the tone and content have all changed.

"Who are you...... Where did it come from...... Know something......"

The young man was happy and said with a smile:

"It's pretty much the same, I know it's changed. These three questions should be named after Gauguin's last masterpiece on Tahiti, who we are, where we came from, and where are we going...... Yes, it's much stronger than the hell just now, and the philosophy is very profound......"

It was lifeless under the hill, and there was not a single light to be seen.

It stands to reason that there is such a big commotion in the tomb mountain, and it is impossible for the nearby people not to hear it.

Looks like they're all pretty smart.

In the middle of the night, there was a terrifying sound in the gloomy place. One by one, they were so frightened that they closed the door and turned off the lights, hid in the quilt and shivered.

No one is bold, and the birthday boy hangs himself - he is impatient to live and come to find out.

Liu Guo and his party, if you expect a large group of villagers to scare away Bai Impermanence, it is better to save it. It doesn't seem to be reliable to count on a strange young man who doesn't look like a Taoist priest at all after being bare-chested.

Man must first save himself, and then God will save him.

Liu Ruofei touched her chest with her left hand and coughed lightly twice in pain.

Tong Jin tilted her head in concern, noticing that her drooping right hand was a little strange. The middle finger is pinched in the palm of the hand, the thumb is clasped again, and the remaining finger is cocked. Quite like an orchid finger, it is actually a "four mountain trick" for catching ghosts and demons.

Seeing the old immortal master's eyes glancing at the trick, Liu Ruofei buckled the thumb of the middle finger and pressed it forward, reaching the base of the ring finger, and instantly became a "trick for sending troops".

Then the last four fingers are put together, and the index finger is stretched out, as if unconsciously turning a few times, like a drawing.

This series of movements is extremely small, the movements are extremely fast, and they are natural, and even the spring flowers that are close at hand do not feel abnormal.

As Liu Ruofei's half teacher, in addition to the Danfang, spells, and formations, the magic foundation of the Daomen was taught by him, and Tong Jin understood it after a little thought.

The newly dead are stuck again.

The young man stepped forward and pressed it, as if to test the robot's material. Eating the other party's square, the forearm suddenly deviated.

"Oh, there's a few horses."

The young man rushed forward after finishing his words, his five fingers were like hooks, and he grabbed the new dead and shook it.

The thing slammed into the slick trunk of the tree, and its brain cracked, and it couldn't die anymore. It was really a cow, the corpse collapsed to the ground like a mess of mud, its mouth opened and closed, and asked weakly:

"You...... Be...... Who ......"

The young man looked at him suspiciously, covered his nose, and muttered to himself.

"This brain pulp is really poorly done, like spoiled dried tofu...... Along the way, I heard a lot of people talking about ghosts and ghosts, and lost dozens of children. These three guys are sneaky, I'm afraid they did it. ”

With that, he rushed towards the green-haired zombie again.

That zombie can fight the holy fetus, how can it be easy to provoke? The two sides suddenly crackled and fought together, fists to the flesh.

The action is getting faster and faster, and the sound is getting denser and denser.

Suddenly, the white and green figures disappeared, and only the sound of the wind was heard as sharp as a steel knife cutting meat, and a tornado went straight into the sky.

The tornado moved to the road, and white powder gushed out like a fountain, as if a heavy snow had fallen.

The bone claws scurried around, scrambling to flee, like fiddler crabs feeling a tsunami coming.