Chapter 1029 1029 [[Game Over]] Request for Monthly Pass

Chapter 1029 1029 [[Game Over]] Request for monthly votes o(〃'▽'〃)o

"As you wish."

"Professor Moriarty" was not surprised by her wish, and raised his hand to press the button on the table.

Then he said politely, as if he was leaving work, "Then, see you again if we are destined to meet again."

Suzuki Sonoko hesitated for a moment, and finally couldn't help asking the "Moriarty" opposite: "Are you a human?"

Jiang Xia was stunned.

Before he could figure out whether Suzuki Sonoko was cursing or just asking a question, the game process had been completed, and the consciousness of several high school students who were pulled to play quickly left and returned to their respective bodies.

In the empty office, Jiang Xia: "..."

... It should be a question.

Anyway, Jiang Xia is Jiang Xia, and "Moriarty" is "Moriarty", so it's not a big problem. He shook his head, stopped thinking about it, and quickly returned to his body.

...

A few seconds later, Jiang Xia opened his eyes on the bed.

He yawned and wanted to turn over and catch up on his sleep.

However, when he accidentally glanced at Noah beside him, Jiang Xia was startled and slowly sat up: "...What's wrong with you?"

-Originally, Noah looked like a crystal ball.

However, at this time, there were more impurities in this ghost ball. It was like an insoluble mist sealed in the water.

Noah looked down at himself and was also shocked.

After a moment, he carefully felt the condition of his body and hesitated: "It seems to be the murderous aura after use."

-As a ghost, when running the "game", its fuel is of course all kinds of murderous aura.

Maybe because he ate too much at once, the murderous aura underwent some strange changes, accumulated in the body, and turned into this white mist.

...

This was the first time that Jiang Xia saw such a strange thing.

He stared at Noah and pondered for a moment, grabbed the ghost, rubbed and rubbed, trying to get those white mist-like things out of Noah's body-anyway, clean up the ghost first.

After rubbing for a few minutes, when Noah's eyes were rubbed into mosquito-repellent coils, Jiang Xia finally stopped and looked at his hands.

——Although he hadn't completely cleaned it, he pulled out a wisp of "white mist".

After leaving Noah's body, the "mist" did not disappear, but lay quietly in Jiang Xia's hands.

The soft appearance of the strands was exactly the same as the murderous aura, only the color was completely different.

Jiang Xia: "..." In theory, this seems to be the product of the operation of the murderous aura, and it should have no value.

However, they look too much like murderous aura...

Jiang Xia struggled for a while, and finally couldn't help but lean out, touched the bedside table, and found a box of ghost mint that had not yet been involved in the murderous aura.

He tore open the sealed package on it and tentatively brought the wisps of "white mist" closer.

The next second, the mist actually entered the cigarette box like the murderous aura and merged into the ghost mint.

The ghosts gathered next to Jiang Xia, looking up and curiously watching this scene.

...

There were only two cigarettes filled with strange "white mist".

Jiang Xia took a cigarette out of the box, took it in his hand and looked at it carefully, and then sniffed it, but he didn't feel anything unusual.

So he decided to practice to gain true knowledge. He glanced at the ghosts gathered in a circle: "Light it up and try it?"

... Anyway, the "white fog" is just the product of the operation of murderous energy. No matter how it changes, the nature should be similar. At most, it will feel choking after lighting it, and you can just put it out when the time comes.

Thinking of this, Jiang Xia touched the lighter and lit the cigarette with a click.

The moment the fire ignited, it seemed that a vortex appeared out of thin air. The fog dog was originally floating on the side and watching, but it was caught off guard and was swept over. It flapped its wings and hit the cigarette head-on.

Jiang Xia was startled, and quickly reached out and pulled the ghost to the side.

The fog dog flapped its wings in fear. Jiang Xia held it like a chicken, looked around, and then breathed a sigh of relief-except for being a little scared and looking a little weak, there was no other problem.

...

However, there seemed to be some changes on the other side of the collision.

Jiang Xia looked down at the burning cigarette in his hand.

He originally wanted to put out this strange cigarette.

But before he took action, Jiang Xia's eyes suddenly paused.

At some point, the appearance of the cigarette had changed.

——Originally, it looked like an ordinary handmade cigarette, with white paper rolls from beginning to end.

But now, the color of the cigarette has turned black. There are even more light-colored gold lines at the position of the cigarette butt, and a few strokes outline a pair of folded wings.

"..."

Jiang Xia stared at the cigarette that suddenly became handsome, and his eyes were focused for one second, two seconds...

After a while, he took the cigarette to his mouth as if nothing had happened, and took a puff out of curiosity.

Then he was choked by the weird smell: "Cough cough cough——"

Compared to the light plant fragrance before, the cigarette at this time was like a handful of feathers lit, and the smell was strong, like smelling a campfire at close range.

Jiang Xia frowned and pressed the cigarette into the ashtray next to him, and was about to drink some water.

But as soon as he stood up, he suddenly felt something heavy on his back, as if something heavy had been added.

Almost at the same time, the ghosts beside him murmured in shock.

Jiang Xia: “…”

Jiang Xia: “?”

He stood there for a moment and turned his head silently.

A pair of dark wings came into view. As Jiang Xia turned his head, the wings suddenly flapped in shock.

While flapping, Jiang Xia felt his body lighten, and he even left the ground for a short moment.

"...???" Jiang Xia turned his hand back, pinched his wings, and pulled them in front of his eyes for a closer look, "What is this?!"

Mist Tengu looked at him blankly, then looked back behind him, and flapped his wings in confusion: its wings were still there.

Matsuda Jinpei held his chin and looked at the strange cigarette, then looked at Jiang Xia's wings.

After thinking for a moment, it floated to the side of the ashtray, took a puff while the cigarette was not completely extinguished, then turned his head and looked behind him.

Two shikigami suddenly flew out from the direction where Jiang Xia was, and stuck behind Matsuda Jinpei, twisted for a while, and melted into the shape of wings.

Matsuda Jinpei's eyes lit up, flapped it, and flew up leisurely.

Then after flying half a meter, it was caught by Jiang Xia with a "snap".

"..." Jiang Xia held this new ghost who was brave enough to try, looked at it for a moment, and vaguely understood something.

He threw the ghost aside, touched his wings with his backhand, pressed the wing roots, and knocked the wing surface with both hands, realizing the problem.

——It was not that he grew wings, but that the puppet clay naturally formed this thing after absorbing the murderous aura.

Moreover, it was different from the things he actively molded with puppet clay. The wings that Jiang Xia molded before were not good-looking, but had no flying effect at all.

But now the "wings" have the ability to fly like Mist Tengu.