Shura Field Player

"Forget it, the map has already been given anyway..."

With a slight sigh in his mouth, the master lowered his head and looked at his skeleton-like body.

This is the curse she must bear to destroy Noah's Ark, the last hope of a world... or the price.

Obviously her body has been rotted to such an extent, but she still can't die, and she can't even achieve the most basic rest.

... Everything originated from that shocking change.

The starry sky disappeared, but day and night still existed, human society fell into unprecedented panic, and then an unknown virus broke out on all human beings at the same time...

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"Everyone in a world, after the starry sky disappeared and their own world was moved to nowhere, then all of them were inexplicably infected with a virus and turned into zombies...or it can be said that all of them fell change."

When he said this, Bai Zhi glanced at Mo Ran Liuli.

"Since everyone has turned into zombies, there is naturally no zombie crisis. Then, in the group of all zombies, players appear and are persecuted by zombies. After the players are almost wiped out, the world Areas are separated by invisible hoods, and the ruler appears...this is about the history of this world."

Pausing deliberately, Bai Zhi looked at the few people in front of him.

"Ask you, what do you think about the history of this world?"

"Uh... what did you think of?"

Shaoyu looked bewildered.

"Is the virus that turns everyone into zombies a kind of disinfection?"

Yuan Que's eyes were piercing.

"Actually, the world was originally dominated by zombies at the very beginning, but later the zombies were infected with the human virus, and the zombies infected with the human virus turned into humans one by one..."

"You'd better write a novel, I guarantee that your novel will be a hit."

Raising his hand to interrupt Yuan Que's words, Bai Zhi simply decided to skip this link.

"In terms of this city alone, the entire city is divided into nine regions, and there are nine rulers in each region, and each ruler has a racial material that can transform the most basic zombies. ...Attention, the use of zombies appeared here."

Bai Zhi narrowed his eyes slightly.

"All the humans in this world have turned into zombies, and the only main use of zombies is to be captured by those rulers and used as original materials for transformation, which are so-called assembly line consumables."

"Uh... so?"

Shaoyu stretched out his hand and scratched his hair, with a puzzled look on his face.

"So can I think that when everyone in the world was infected with the virus and turned into zombies, in fact, everyone in the whole world was forcibly loaded with a racial material that can transform humans into zombies? And this kind of The role of the racial materials is to make them perfectly transformed into the body of the 81 kinds of racial materials, that is, the so-called zombies?"

After saying such a lot of words in one breath, Bai Zhi let out a little breath in his mouth.

"One city has 81 rulers, so what about other cities? Looking at the whole world? Then how many rulers exist in total? A war of meaning?"

"Is not it?"

Hearing this, Yuan Que frowned slightly.

"Master has already said that. He has been here for 100 years. He should know better than him, right? Although he doesn't know what will happen to the victorious one after the war..."

"Do you really think she knows?"

Interrupting Yuan Que's words, Bai Zhi began to speak.

"It's still the same sentence, everything is meaningful. Why do you deliberately turn all human beings into zombies? The purpose is because only zombies can perfectly adapt to the 81 kinds of racial materials. Why should there be a ruler? Existence? Because the task of the ruler is to use the racial materials he has mastered to fuse with those zombies to continuously give birth to new species...or strange stories. Why does the entire city come from the entire world without any strange stories appearing or being born? In fact, the types and numbers of new ghost stories are always being born and increasing.”

"...I still don't understand."

The corner of his mouth twitched slightly, and Shaoyu raised his hand quite honestly.

"Can I trouble you to make it more detailed and simple?"

"...During the sneak attack tonight, I vaguely realized a terrible fact."

Reaching out and pressing his forehead helplessly, Bai Zhi let out a sigh.

"Actually, the so-called war could have ended a long time ago. If there was a real fight, those rulers would be able to complete the unification in just one day. This is inconsistent with what the Master said before, so combined with the previous arguments, we There's every reason to think that... it's because the experiment is over."

"Experiment? What experiment?"

Shaoyu was slightly stunned.

"The experiment of using those racial materials to synthesize new ghost stories...by using these racial materials to experiment with various disordered sequence combinations, after such a long time, the experiment has been completed."

Bai Zhi's face was expressionless.

"This world was selected by something and became a place for experiments. That's right, this is the hidden, desperate truth of this world... the essence of this world!!"

"Ghost Talk Experimental Arsenal!!!"

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"Ghost story experiment... arsenal?"

After Baizhi uttered all his conjectures, including Moran Liuli, the other three fell into varying degrees of shock or silence.

Regarding the origin of the strange talk, every player has more or less guesses about it in their hearts.

There are many origins of strange stories, coming from outside the world, born from within the world, revived from ancient history, manifested from fantasy... But in the final analysis, no one knows what the origin of strange stories is.

How did this existence come about?Why is it sweeping so many worlds?So far, there has been no clear answer to this question.

The mysterious existence that spans countless worlds, the [system] that helps those worlds resist strange stories may know a little bit, but the system itself is just a system, people don't even know what the essence of the system is, let alone stand with the system. The ghost story of the opposite.

But now, they discover that a certain world has become a petri dish for strange stories...

All human beings in this world, the meaning of their existence is to be reduced to the material of experiments, after the whole world is captured, there is no way to escape even if they escape.

"This kind of inference is inevitable..."

With a wry smile on his face, Yuan Que pressed his temple hard with his hands.

"So, according to what you said, who exactly captured this world? Imprisoning the creatures of the whole world to conduct experiments... just to study the fusion of these racial materials and see what kind of strange stories can be born? ?”

"Who knows? It's all just speculation."

After waving his hand, Bai Zhi lowered his head to look at the racial materials on the table.

"But it is undeniable that this approach is quite inhumane. However, there is nothing wrong with talking about human rights between ghosts... You can also help. Now we have a total of 27 racial materials, and we also need to create It's your own soldier."

"Uh... can we help too?"

Shaoyu was slightly taken aback.

"of course can."

While reading the relevant options and precautions on the system panel that automatically popped up in front of him, Baizhi nodded.

"These racial materials are very useful. You can create all kinds of unique monsters as you like, such as aliens, Godzilla... and Transformers."

"Wait, did you insert something weird into the words...Transformers???"

"The characteristics of metallization and the characteristics of deformation, as long as you put a little more steel or car waste into it, and squeeze it out according to the shape you set, isn't it a Transformer?"

Curling his lips, Bai Zhi picked up an ashtray from among the objects placed on the table.

"However, if those zombies are not used as the most basic materials for synthesis, then the vitality of these synthesized monsters will appear extremely short, and the survival time will not exceed three days before they will automatically disintegrate... This is what human zombies must ?"

When he said this, Bai Zhi frowned slightly.

"So you can pinch anything?"

Shaoyu's eyes brightened slightly.

"Then can I pinch an Ultraman Tiga?"

"of course can."

When he came back to his senses, Bai Zhi shrugged indifferently.

"Even Dark Tiga is fine."

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Just like the abrupt transition from day to night, the transition from night to day is equally unexpected and... silent.

"Okay, let these Godzilla Ultraman Alien Cai Xukun and Transformers patrol around, in case the rulers in other areas come over."

Yawning, Bai Zhi stood up from the chair.

"I'm going to visit my master now, you should do a good job of guarding here."

"Do you know how I feel right now?"

Looking at the Giant of Light not far away through the window, Yuan Que turned his head silently and spoke to Bai Zhi.

"I have a strong sense of rawness in my heart now... When did you go fishing for a whale and come back?"

"What's a whale? That's Caixukun."

Pointing at the huge whale-like creature swimming in the sky outside, Bai Zhi rolled his eyes.

"Cai Xukun can devour anything. If it is successful, it can evolve into a fairy kun, a god kun, Xie Guangkun. If it fails to swallow it, it can also evolve into a bone kun, a corpse kun, and a gray kun. It has great potential, okay?"

"...Looking at the Caixu Kun in the sky, you remind me of a strange dance."

"Think about it when you think about it, but don't say it, or be careful to get the green corpse cold."

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The blood-colored fishhook hangs down from the sky, and at an unknown height, there lies a huge phantom whose figure cannot be seen clearly.

"This kind of scene, no matter how many times you watch it, you will be shocked, right?"

Sitting on the top of the puppet cat's back, Moran Liuli suddenly spoke on his own initiative.

"Are you hiding something else that you didn't say?"

"Why do you think so?"

Slightly raising his eyebrows, Bai Zhi turned his head to look at the other party.