"Cognitive rewriting? Or do you want to set the right of interpretation? ”

Feng Xue frowned, looking at the pen fairy who still hadn't reacted, knowing that this young lady had basically been trapped by the setting of this world.

But it doesn't really matter, because it can provide him with a lot of intelligence advantages, but he also has to consider whether the dead predecessor in this world has the power of [ghost].

Although the ability of cognitive rewriting is very perverted, it is obviously only for ghosts and ghosts at present, and the sense of oppression for Feng Xue is not too high.

But if he has the power of the word [ghost], Feng Xue can't try to obtain the weird entry of the [ghost] system in this world, otherwise he may become the carrier of the other party's resurrection.

After all, no one knows how the other party defines [ghost].

It's like if Feng Xue creates a martial art similar to "Dao Heart Cultivation Demon" in the current world, writes his spiritual wavelength into his true qi, and defines the concept of internal force in this way, then all internal force fluctuations will become the frequency of his mental fluctuations, as long as there are strange talks that dare to make strange talk entries of the martial arts system in the current world, it is equivalent to accepting the setting of [there are martial ancestor spiritual fluctuations in the body], thus indirectly becoming the carrier of resurrection.

Of course, because of the existence of the [Peerless Martial Arts], the internal forces of the current world have been set quite perfectly, unless Feng Xue ruthlessly destroys the [Peerless Martial Arts] and then sets new rules, it is impossible to come up with this kind of trick.

It's like the hometown of the eldest lady of the Ke family, everyone's cultivation techniques are all derived from Feng Xue's [Six Quan Dao], this thing is designed with Feng Xue's own characteristics, as long as the eldest lady of the Ke family doesn't make a moth, then as long as there is a strange talk about cultivating immortals, it can be used as his resurrection point-

Of course, if a living person can live to the point where he becomes an acquired monster after death, then he will also join the resurrection point army after death.

"You can't get ghost entries, or it's better not to make entries until you figure out the setting of this world."

Feng Xue made adjustments to her action plan, and did not try to remind Miss Bixian, but planned to make good use of the knowledge she had acquired-

"Can you eat spirits or ghosts?"

"Yes, but not necessarily." Miss Bixian shook her head with some disgust, "Ghosts want to eat souls, in order to stabilize their own existence, although the more they eat, the stronger they will be, but it will also lead to their own chaos, I have now obtained the god position, why do I want to eat other ghosts?" ”

"Understood, sure enough, the end of the universe is compilation."

Feng Xue nodded matter-of-factly, and then stopped paying attention to the hanging ghost who gnawed his belly, although he still had some ideas about how this person died, but if even the soul was gnawed off, even if there was a part of the séance in the [Six Realms], it would definitely not be effective.

"I just don't know if this gnawed corpse can still be used as a 'house'."

Feng Xue Feng Xue turned her head to look at the Quantum Ghost Hand, but found that it had not changed, and couldn't help but shake her head:

"It seems that the phantom body should not be polluted by the set power, only the tokens will, which is good news, indicating that the opponent's power level is at least lower than that of the phantom, well, it may also be because the label of the pale ghost hand is [ghost] instead of [ghost]."

Feng Xue, who was used to picking words, glanced at the hanged ghost who gnawed on his belly again, thought about it, and suddenly took out the coffin board from his waist bag, sat down at the table, and began to show his carpenter skills.

He didn't deliberately restrain his movements, and the sound of sawing wood was not pleasant, but I don't know if it was because the sound insulation effect of the door was really strong, or because the people in the room were afraid of this sudden sound, and there was no one who even opened the door a crack.

Soon, soon, just a few minutes of effort, a god card has been made, he thought about it, and used a precious pen to write the words "City God Temple Little Ghost" on the god card.

Although it is a bit strange to write the god card with a pen, this can give this thing the concept of "Yisuan Xingjun personally sealed".

After finishing the matter, Feng Xue put the god card in the center of the table, took out an incense burner, and inserted three incense sticks, but she didn't mean to worship, she just turned around and went back to the room.

"It looks like everyone is quite doggy, but that's fine, by tomorrow at the latest, we will probably know the result."

Feng Xue thought so, but he didn't wait for tomorrow, but at noon, when Feng Xue had just stuffed a piece of shabu beef into his mouth, there was a knock on his door again.

"What's the matter?" Feng Xue opened the door with a look of irritability, and saw five people standing at the door, but they kept a distance of about three meters or so, if it weren't for Feng Xue's good eyesight, he wouldn't even know who knocked on the door.

"What's wrong? That red-faced is dead? Feng Xue raised her eyebrows, looked at the only absent target, and asked casually.

The fat man who knocked on the door nodded, but as if he smelled something, his face suddenly became ugly, and then the only woman and the blue-faced man also looked wrong, and even began to retch.

Feng Xue frowned, looked at the social animal with a flat face, and said:

"What's wrong with them?"

"Come out and see you'll understand." The beer-bellied student boy directly got out of the way, allowing Feng Xue's eyes to cross the human wall and see the living room in the back, and then he saw that the red-faced man was only left with the head of the open Tianling cover at this time, which was still complete, and all other bits and pieces were finely divided and placed on the conference table like a hot pot dish.

"Good guy, even if it's dismantled to this extent, I can't sew it well!" Feng Xue looked back at the hot pot in his room, his face darkened, he was suddenly a little glad that he had listened to Bixian's prophecy and ate hot pot at noon, otherwise he really didn't dare to imagine what the hot pot he was going to eat was.

But......

"Why did you think of sewing when you saw this kind of picture?" The blue-faced man with a very ugly face said in an unkind tone, and Feng Xue said as a matter of course:

"It's just the habit of medical students, after the general teacher dissects the general teacher, he should sew it back as well as possible, this is professional ethics, right?"

After speaking, he walked to the conference table that exuded cold air, but his eyes were not on the hot pot table, but at the god card he had carved earlier.

At this time, there was already a faint aura on the joking pen words, and then looking at the corpse still hanging in mid-air, there was no trace of the spirit at all.

"Tsk, I thought it was a Japanese supernatural suspense drama, but I didn't expect it to be an American plasma tablet......"

(End of chapter)