This Group of Players Are All Slimes

Although the avatar Lu Fan said that all the players' needs are supported, the professor explained his plan and recording in detail to avoid any problems in the future.

During the whole process, the avatar Lu Fan kept staring at the professor with the eyes of the protagonist of a blood-blooded comic, as if the burning gaze made the professor uncomfortable.

He would rather the Demon King suddenly violent and then hang himself to the street lamp than to be stared at like this.

After finally speaking, the professor took a deep breath, and then asked: "What do you think?"

"In other words, you are going to experiment on the dead, and then try to transfer their souls? This is a good thing. To save innocent souls and free them from pain, I can't think of anything else. Reasons to stop this. Luo Lin, what do you think?"

"I totally agree."

"Then it's so decided. I just swept three military districts before, and it can be used now. Are you going to be here or on the battlefield?"

"Here, I need to arrange some ceremonies in advance."

"No problem, I will bring some of the dead back right away, and at the same time let others not be busy purifying, see you later."

Seeing the avatar Lu Fan leave, all players present felt a physical discomfort.

Did not fish, did not order the players to work, did not enjoy the victory with confidence...

Such a demon is really not used to it.

"I confess, I apologize. At first I thought that such a devil sounds good, but it feels weird to get along with each other." A player said.

"Me too, it's like your mother started calling your full name, even knowing that she won't beat you will feel an instinctive sense of fear."

"I don't want such a devil. I still prefer the kind of leisurely devil."

"It's better to start the sacrifice activity as soon as possible. After you go back, you will treat it as a daily compulsory course for believers."

"This proposal wins my heart."

In less than half an hour, a large number of the dead fell from the sky, filling the entire 22nd Military Region with the groans and roars of the dead.

After hearing the news, Ferdinand II knew that it was the masterpiece of the avatar Lu Fan, so naturally he did not see it and continued to do his own muscle building exercise.

The players swiftly held down a dead person, tied the opponent on the stone pillar, and then signaled that the professor could start.

However, after seeing the materials prepared by the professor, a group of players said: Can this thing work?

A roll of straw paper, a cup of warm water, and a simple radio wrapped with copper wire and iron sheets are all the materials needed for the ceremony.

Facing the players’ doubts, the professor explained: “The body of the deceased is dead, so it cannot be copied with a copying vessel. The required doll is still being produced, so only a sounding device is needed.”

"What are the straw paper and warm water used for?"

"I want to wipe my sweat and drink some water by the way."

"You don't need anything at all for this ceremony!"

"Otherwise? Divine art itself should be a very simple act, and its method of casting should be simpler than magic. At present, most divine art is complicated because it needs to be unique and ritual, but our namelessness God is created by himself, uniqueness can be solved in Chinese, rituality is not needed at all. So, that’s it. When we package it into merchandise for sale, we will add some useless rituals to make It looks worth the price."

Suspiciously accepting the professor's explanation, the players gathered in a circle, ready to see how the professor performed the ritual.

Jumping to the **** of death, the professor's expression changed.

With a solemn expression, he bowed and saluted in the direction of southeast and northwest, and then piously said in Chinese: "Blue Dragon, White Tiger, Suzaku, Xuanwu. The four directions are auspicious, the four images are auspicious. Forty-six, the number is the way, and the way is natural. , Naturally enlightened."

After chanting this sentence repeatedly, everyone present could see the **** deceased struggling hard, and the thick rope seemed to be unable to restrain each other at all.

After struggling for half a minute, the deceased's mouth suddenly grew, and white misty things came out of his mouth, and after touching the simple radio in front of him, they quickly flowed into it and disappeared inside.

When the last white mist disappeared, the deceased lowered his head feebly. The dead body quickly decomposed at this moment, and finally turned into a pile of pus and blood exuding a foul smell.

Several players frowned at the instructions of the professor and took the pus-blooded rope and burned it. Another group of players gathered around the simple radio and asked, "Did you succeed?"

"I don't know yet." The professor skillfully set up another radio. "Here I use the resonance principle of the soul. When that radio starts to think about problems, this radio will also receive signals and make sounds. You guys. You can try to ask him some questions and see if he can answer you."

"I'll come first! What is the lottery number today?"

"You are playing Die Xian!"

"Then, how should nuclear fusion be commercialized?"

"This is not a supercomputer either! If you have any questions, please ask!"

"What color is the professor's socks?"

"What do you want to do to me! Can you ask meaningful questions?"

"How did you die?"

"Can you ask anything like this!"

"I don't remember clearly, maybe he was stabbed to death."

"Who is talking! There is a way to stand up!"

"I don't know how to stand, but it doesn't matter."

Hearing this hoarse voice, the professor was stunned for a moment, and then looked at the two simple radios side by side.

"I'll do it, it's a success!" a player shouted in surprise.

"I'll take it, it really succeeded!" the professor shouted in disbelief.

"Professor, if we are surprised, why are you more surprised than us?"

"Because I don't believe that I can succeed the first time! Everyone, calm down, and hurry up and help me apply for the Nobel Soul Prize!"

"Professor, UU reading www.uukanshu.com Nobel does not have that award, you are the one who needs to calm down the most."

"How do you want me to calm down? The biggest discovery in human history! You ask questions first, and I immediately apply for research funding. The opportunity for my professor to succeed has finally come!"

Seeing the professor go offline directly and publicly, the remaining players looked at each other, and it took a long time for someone to ask: "Can the things in the game be used to apply for funds in reality?"

"Maybe the professor's leader is as nervous as him, and he succeeded inexplicably."

"Forget it, it doesn't matter, let's ask some questions instead of the professor. Do you remember your name?"

There was a series of bad signal noises on the radio, and then the other party said in confusion, "Magic Girl Little Sweet?"

"Professor, come back, your experiment was unsuccessful!"

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