Chapter 11 011.【Last Words】
There are many second-generation videos on the old video network, and Ghost O videos are a very special part of them.
Most of these videos are based on popular or gimmicky videos, re-edited, with different dialogues, background music, etc., showing a sense of funny contrast.
Like Lu jian's video, it was originally a horror video of a supernatural game, but the UP host added festive music, and then edited part of Lu jian's actions, which is as funny as a clown.
Lu Jian himself is neither a rookie who has practiced for two and a half years, nor does he know the traditional martial arts lightning whip. Regarding these ghost O videos, instead there is no need to sending a lawyer's letter, he is very happy.
On the one hand, it is because these videos can inflame the popularity of the original videos. Now the barrage of "the source of all evil" has appeared in the first uploaded videos by Lu jian, and there will only be more in the future.
On the other hand, this video inspired Lu Jian to think of some ways to fight against weird things.
Thinking of this, Lu Yi returned the headset and mobile phone to the girl, packed up his things and stood up.
"Thank you."
After politely thanking her, Lu Jian took a few folklore books to the front desk to go through the borrowing procedures. Under the peeking eyes of the young female librarian, she held books such as "Golden Branches", "Fu Xi Kao", "Witchcraft, Science and Religion" and other books left.
Back to Xishai's home, Lu Jian didn't feel scared, but concentrated on reading the borrowed books.
Although the content of the book is all about death, soul, sacrifice, and killing, Lu jian enjoys it.
For him who may experience more in the future, this knowledge is the most precious wealth.
Evening, seven o'clock.
The last ray of sunset in early summer dims among the high-rise buildings, and the dark night shrouds the entire Jiangcheng like a veil.
The description text of a living sacrifice that Lu Jian was looking at was suddenly distorted and turned into cold and pale text.
[Congratulations on completing the career development task]
[Start settlement now]
[Mission Exploration Degree: 80%]
[Mission Completion Status: Amazing]
[The success of a video depends not only on the quality of the video, but also on the trend of the times. You are lucky. ]
[Get Silence Points: 2000 points]
[Obtain career advancement reward: [last words]]
[Settlement completed]
[A video with millions of views is just a small start, collect more inspiration, and continue to create more excellent works! ]
[Please complete the task and get the reward]
The illustrations in the book depicting the process of the blood ritual were gradually distorted, and green lights of fireflies emerged from the eyes of the hanging rotten heads, three of which were particularly conspicuous.
Lu Jie now knows that the task of collecting inspiration is probably to do some deadly and exciting things.
The heads of these three people should be the reminder for the next mission.
However, he temporarily pressed it and looked at the reward he had just obtained.
".2000 Silence Points!??"
Lu Jian saw the silence points in his personal status bar, and was a little unresponsive for a while.
etc.
It means that the benefits of working hard and staying up late at night to play supernatural games are far less than making a video with millions of views?
At first, Lu Yi looked at the hundreds of points worth of goods in the mall, and felt that this was expensive, and that was also expensive.
But now, just one day later, everything is there.
"The internet is amazing!"
Lu Jian sighed with emotion.
[Silent Department Store] The items in the mall in the first stage are at most three to four thousand silent points. Once these two thousand points are obtained, Lu Jian can at least buy several things to arm himself.
Think about it carefully, one is a common task and the other is a career development task. Perhaps the career development task is the main line?
Lu Yi did not rush to spend, but was going to see the rewards of career development tasks.
"[Last Words]. Is it where the treasure is buried?"
He thought boredly, turning over the pages of the book, on the words about the concept of death of the Egyptians and the pyramids, information about [last words] emerged.
[last words]
[Inherent]
[Can be refined]
[A revolver that uses not ordinary bullets, but language and text]
Under this simple description, there are bronzing words similar to the dice of [All or Nothing].
[There is a proverb circulating in the waste capital that language is also a weapon]
[The flame can burn the body, the sharp blade can tear the throat, Calamity tries to erase the evidence]
[But words and ideas are immortal]
["——It's yours"]
Almost as soon as he saw the information, Lu Jian's mind seemed to be stuffed with knowledge about this ability.
With the palm of his right hand facing up, he opened it slightly, and he could see an illusory revolver appearing there.
Lu Jian held it, the solid weight was reassuring. This was the first time he obtained a real object from the system. If he hadn't gone crazy and had delusions, then the power of this system is estimated to be far beyond Lu jian's imagination.
He carefully observed the illusory but real pistol in his hand.
The barrel of this revolver is slightly longer and the caliber is larger. It is not so much a pistol as a hand cannon. Being hit head-on by a bullet of this caliber may not be easy, he thought.
The magazine is empty, it's unbelievable that Lu Jian has mastered how to use it, as if he was born with it.
"I am Lu Jian."
He was in the state of the magazine being ejected, Lu Juan said something, and then, with his will, a filled bullet appeared in the empty magazine of the revolver.
Close the magazine, turn the bullet wheel to the firing position, Lu Jian raised the pistol, and aimed the muzzle at his temple.
No matter which world he is in, Lu Jian has never made such a move.
But he pulled the trigger, without hesitation, like flipping the switch on the air conditioner, turning off the TV that was playing a soap opera.
Bang——
Huge gunshots followed the shock wave, but surprisingly, the fragile pages did not seem to notice the change in the air, and even the summer insects outside were not silenced by the gunshots.
The pitch-black bullet just penetrated into Lu Jian's temple, like a stone sinking into a lake, and disappeared after a slight ripple.
Lu jian put down his gun and spoke immediately.
"I am Lu Jian."
This sentence is exactly the same as the one he said before, as precise and meticulous as the sound played by a repeater made in Germany.
"I am Lu Jian."
Lu Jian continued to speak.
Although he tried to make a different tone, volume, and expression, the words he said were still exactly the same as before.
Without speaking, Lu Jian turned on the computer again, and randomly found a video of a difficult soprano singing. With the shift of his will, the second round of the revolver's magazine was also filled.
Lu Jian shot himself in the head again.
He tried to speak.
A stunning soprano burst out of his mouth.
Lu Jian gradually understood everything.
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(end of this chapter)