CHAPTER 429: CHAPTER 397 POISON

"In any case,"

Li Cheng turned his head to look at the Vietnamese woman gently rocking a child and humming an unknown lullaby softly, and asked the others, "What do you think, why is her behavior pattern different from Gary Hoy’s?"

In this Secret Realm, the unfortunate Gary Hoy, who crashed through a glass window frame and fell from a twenty-four-story building, earning a Darwin Award, has become ethereal, unreachable, and his looping image can’t be altered in its outcome.

But this Vietnamese woman can not only see, touch, and harm players, her looping image can also be rewritten.

"Could it be... just different levels of resentment?"

Fuding Hualong frowned and said, "In real-world literary works and script tasks derived from them, there’s often such a rule—

the more tragic the method of death and the stronger the resentment, the more fierce the ghost they turn into after death."

"Hard to say."

White Horse Tombstone shook his head, "That indeed fits intuition, but matters in the Secret Realm can’t be judged by intuition. There are many who died with tragic fates and great resentment worldwide,

so why are Gary Hoy and this Vietnamese woman replicated here? Their eras, locations, causes of death, and relationships are entirely different."

This question couldn’t be answered for the time being. Li Cheng thought for a moment, took some ten-meter extension cords from the warehouse, connected them, then found a building with electricity, plugged in,

and used a Type-C power cable to connect it to the drainage tube hanging on the baby.

The hydrocephalus shunt valve needs to be pressed 1-3 times every 24 hours, and under the effect of the Assembly Puppet, the valve is equivalent to having electricity now; it will auto-press, lasting decades without a problem.

The Vietnamese woman still showed no reaction, but for a moment, she seemed to lift her eyelids and glanced at Li Cheng.

"What are you doing?"

The Red Driver swallowed his saliva; he had made a major decision before not to sell out his teammates, withdraw from the killing field unilaterally, and return to the real world.

Now he was afraid Li Cheng was up to something again, like awakening the Vietnamese woman, almost wanting to say, "Don’t disturb the widow!"

Fortunately, Li Cheng just slowly picked up the... that bowl of poison next to the woman and took steps back until he exited the stilt house before showing the poison to the others.

[Item Name: Lethal Avian Poison]

[Type: Consumable]

[Quality: Perfect]

[Special Effect: Smooth entry, sharp on the throat. Injection, consumption, or absorption can cause the target to fall into a poisoned state. It can affect any form of life (plants, spiritual bodies, silicon-based life, undead creatures, constructs, mythical creatures)]

[Cooling Time: None]

[Consumption: None]

[Use Conditions: Intellect Attribute greater than or equal to 3]

[Note: The poisoning effect varies in strength, severity, and duration depending on the strength of the life form. The minimum guarantee is 1-minute of muscle paralysis, arrhythmia, vomiting, and diarrhea]

[Note: You’re so toxic, you’re so toxic, you’re so toxic, woo woo woo woo]

Hmm?!

Several players simultaneously raised their eyebrows, being recognized by the system, proving that this bowl of poison is inherently an abnormal item. The key is, it turns out to be a perfect quality consumable item!

Gray Rain also exclaimed, "Huh, there can be item drops like this? Wow, exaggerated."

Li Cheng weighed the ceramic bowl, "Since it’s a perfect item, should we discuss how to distribute it?"

"Just keep it for yourself."

White Horse Tombstone shook his head; the bowl of poison was obtained by Li Cheng’s efforts. The player community doesn’t have a rule of "finders, keepers."

She was worried about another matter—since this Vietnamese ghost could drop gold coins, would the dead in other parts of the building complex also drop equipment and items?

Where danger coexists with opportunity, the greater the opportunity in the killing field, the greater the risk usually signifies. Not to mention the dubious ultimate treasure of the Hidden Room.

Fuding Hualong and the Driver also thought about this, falling into silence.

BOOM!

A deafening explosion came from the distance, a mushroom-shaped fireball soared, piercing the black snow concealment, stabbing into the clouds.

The surging shockwave swept through the streets, shattering many windows, with shards of glass falling like torrential rain.

"Let’s check it out."

White Horse Tombstone hoisted the coffin, darting toward the explosion site, with the others following suit.

The explosion site was in ruins, and in an impact crater resembling a meteorite strike, two figures were moving at high speed, fighting desperately.

One was a burly middle-aged priest wearing round-framed glasses, a cross necklace hanging around his neck, holding two straight short swords, and his inner vest and all the corners of his long coat were hung with the same type of short swords.

This was clearly Father Andre, whom Li Cheng encountered in the Disneyland task.

Clang clang clang clang clang—

Father Andre’s martial skills had reached a profound level, with two short swords raining down like a storm, continuing without interruption.

The meticulously honed body allowed for fists, legs, knees, elbows, and forehead all to become weapons.

His opponent was... Ozaki Aozora from the World Nuclear House.

She was about the same age as Li Cheng, with blue shoulder-length short hair, dressed in a kimono.

Ten fingers adorned with rings of varying sizes, each connecting with intangible spiritual energy threads, manipulating ten puppets through these invisible threads.

The puppets were all ceramic, either human-shaped or beast-shaped, their speed matching Father Andre, who specialized in close combat body enhancement.

"Roar!"

A bear-form puppet stood on both feet, using its body weight to press down on Andre.

The priest’s left foot planted on the ground, heel raised,

right leg muscles taut, nearly bursting through his pants, kicking forcefully with the boot tip on the instep, striking the bear’s chin.

This Broken Jaw Kick was nearly a perfect split, precise and sharp.

The bear puppet, hit by the kick, was knocked high into the air. Before it landed, Father Andre leaped up, delivering a diagonal kick in the air, sending the bear crashing toward another human-shaped ceramic puppet.

Clatter.

The two puppets fell to the crater’s bottom; Father Andre rushed forward, pinning the two puppets in place with eight short swords wrapped in Bible pages—

These puppets weren’t precisely weak at certain points and had inherent self-healing abilities, making eliminating them quite troublesome, hence sealing was a better option.

’Ten has become two, only eight left.’

Andre was about to rise, but the humanoid puppet beneath the bear suddenly elongated its limbs, like a bamboo cage, trapping Andre atop the bear.

Simultaneously, the heavy armor on the bear’s chest suddenly opened, revealing a small energy crystal hidden within.

The energy crystal quickly turned from blue to red, about to explode, as the remaining puppets piled on, tightly covering the bamboo cage to prevent Andre from escaping.

All this happened in mere seconds, and the players who had just arrived hadn’t had time to grasp what was happening before the puppets detonated, triggering an explosion slightly smaller than the one prior.

Andre, however, activated the [Inch Scripture], which he had previously used at Disneyland, teleporting thirty meters away,

even though the right side of his face was blown to a charred mass, his eye was gone, but he survived. With his remaining left eye, he coldly stared at the puppet master Ozaki Aozora.

"Uh..."

The Red Driver queried, puzzled, "Why are the two players fighting?"

"I don’t know."

Li Cheng shook his head, having only acquaintance with these two, not familiarity, "Maybe they had a past grudge, killing for treasures and stealing opportunities in script tasks is too common.

One must be low-key in life. Like me, I never hold grudges with others."

"How come I don’t believe that,"

The Red Driver teased, squinting, "If less than double digits of people want you dead in the killing field, I’ll eat my computer screen."

Li Cheng almost rebutted but remembered those he had crossed paths with—Gouchen, Zhongtian Beiji, Bartmos, the Wild Laughter Troupe, a whole bunch, and Prometheus Company eyeing the Toy Factory...

It indeed surpasses double digits, ha, so be it.

He nonchalantly said, "Bajie, you’re too greedy, next time I won’t bring you swill."

"For heaven’s sake, Bajie just miscast into a pig fetus, not a real pig."

"Then I won’t bring you master’s scrub mud."

"Does the scrub mud have Tang Monk’s meat in it? Luckily Tang Monk isn’t Jewish."

As the two bantered, White Horse Tombstone flashed forward, blocking between Andre and Ozaki Aozora, "Stop. Don’t fight anymore."