Li Ang did not explain the principle of this operation to his two companions in detail. He let go of the mule and looked at the pen suspended above the paper.

Just now, when he "bringed a helping hand" to the mule, he deliberately let the palm firmly stick to the surface of the pen to prevent the pen from breaking away.

“Tons tons.”

The mule standing next to him was speechless, but just drank the healing potion in big mouthfuls, and the tiny wounds on his body healed quickly.

This healing potion is produced by the Alliance of Demon Scientists. It is far less effective than the miniature life potion sold in the system mall. It cannot heal the fatal wounds immediately.

But the winning is that the price is cheap (relatively speaking), which can be fully affordable for players at mid- and high levels.

“What to do now?”

The Black Holy Son asked hesitantly.

"Can you see the things wrapped around this?"

Li Ang squinted his eyes and asked casually: "Is there a way to directly remove it? Or communicate with it?"

"You can see it,"

The Black Saint Son replied honestly, "But it is just a chaotic gas that constantly changes colors in my spiritual consciousness.

It is not like a spirit body with a sound mind and memory before life, and can communicate rationally.

I guess I can't communicate through conversation.

As for lifting or sealing...it's probably difficult.

And hasn't it calmed down now? It's okay to stop being restless and not being careful, right?"

Li Ang turned his head and glanced at the Black Saint Son.

In fact, when he entered the script, he kept the opening state of the title skill of the [Secret Digger].

Collecting information from other players in secret.

The secrets on others were clearly visible, only the Black Saint Son, Bai Haozheng and Ω were quite special - the secrets that emerged above their heads were just a few of them.

[Secret Digger] The title skill is operating normally. The only explanation is that these three players expected that someone would peek into their minds and took targeted preventive measures in advance.

Ordinary means, such as in "Inception", the subconscious defense line of thought thieves,

It cannot resist the special effects of [Secret Digger].

Mystery will only succumb to higher-level mysteries,

The Black Saint Son, Bai Haozheng and Ω must carry equipment and prop skills with priority higher than or equal to [Secret Digger], which can resist the mind-reading special effects.

Therefore, Li Ang just now only suspects that the Black Saint Son has spirit-removing props on him, and did not confirm it immediately.

"There must be a preventive measure."

Li Ang pretended to spread his hands casually, and looked at the Black Saint Son's face from the corner of his eyes, trying to analyze the other's psychological activities from the slight trembling and vibration of the other's muscles.

However, the Black Saint Son hid his true emotions very well, and he could not find any clues after looking.

"Close the door first."

Li Ang did not make much trouble on this issue. He released a [Scattering of Broken Objects], closed the door of 0408 between a distance, and then turned around and picked up the paper placed on the table.

The front of the paper reads the mule’s experience tonight.

According to the experience of previous players, this kind of abnormal event that is not immediately fatal will not cause any problems as long as it lasts until dawn and the curfew time is over.

After the mule triggered an abnormal event, he asked some questions that were not painful or itchy.

For example, what color is the sofa in the room, the number of chairs, etc.

She deliberately spoke slowly, and the two questions were separated by a long time, pretending to be thinking and delaying time for herself.

"This 'thing' invited can clearly indicate the number and color of the sofa in the room,"

Li Ang pondered and said slowly: "There are several possibilities. First, it has eyes and can sense the outside world.

2. It was once a guest of the hotel, or it was part of the hotel itself.

Third, it can read the mind.

4. There are duplications for the above reasons.

Well... by the way, have you tried hanging it and not talking?”

"Um?"

The mule was stunned when she heard this, "Let's go?"

"That's right."

Li Ang nodded and said, "Summoning the Pen Immortal does not necessarily have to predict and predict,

You can summon it, then look at the pen and keep silent, stare at it to see who can calm down.

Anyway, the note just requires you to play a supernatural game.

If you win the game, just drag it until the end of the curfew time.”

"this..."

The mule hesitated for a moment, "I have tried to slow down my speech on purpose,

But if the time interval between the two questions is too long, the pen will tremble slightly, and I am afraid it will be restless."

"oh."

Li Ang nodded, "Don't you let it delay..."

Suddenly, the pen that fell into peace began to tremble inexplicably.

The noodle arms that fell on the ground began to appear cracked and wounded again.

However, because the ramen arms that fell on the ground were too long, the abnormal energy transmitted from the pen could not have a strong impact on the mule.

"careful,"

The black saint on the side said, reminding: "The special energy on the surface of the pen has become active again,

This should be...urging you to ask questions quickly?"

Ask a question? What to ask?

The mule opened his mouth, hesitated a little.

She just asked about the time now, but it caused bleeding all over her body.

If you ask the taboo question now, who knows whether the other party will become more serious? The mule will not place all his life on Li Ang’s healing skills.

Just as the mule was hesitating, Li Ang, who was standing beside him, took out his pen, and wrote down the handwriting on the back of the paper where [Players should not panic when encountering abnormal events].

Lift the paper and show it to the mule.

【★Ma ホYongyuan noodles, stool shit~】

A line of Mars written in Shamatt's style on the paper,

Above the Martian text, each character is also thoughtfully marked with pinyin.

Translated, it means whether there is shit in the toilet.

When Li Ang dealt with the mule before, he knew that the latter could speak Chinese.

If you pronounce it according to the pinyin, it will be no problem.

??

When the mule saw this line of words, he was stunned for a moment, and then quickly realized that it was Li Ang asking her to ask a question to the pen.

It can not only meet the requirements that must be asked every once in a while, but also test the language used by Bixian and check whether Bixian understands the problem through mind reading.

The mule nodded, endured the embarrassment, and finished reading the Martian text.

One second, two seconds,

The pen held by the noodle arm seemed to come back from the shock, moved its position very slowly and pointed to the "No" on the paper.

Can you even understand Mars?

The mule's eyes lit up, and Li Ang's guess was correct. The other party was indeed connecting the body to directly read the problems thought in the host's heart.

Just as she was about to ask what to do next, she saw Li Ang slam her thigh and quickly jump to the bathroom.

After a sensational sound, Li Ang, with wet hands, walked out with his pants and said with a serious expression: "Now, ask the question again."

???
Chapter completed!