Theoretically speaking, the black fog is the ability to cross the sky, which means that no matter how much consciousness he cuts, he can attach it to it, even if he puts the whole brain on it.

The eyes above the mask removed the false smile, and the more dome face was expressionless.

——Fortunately, he didn't do that, otherwise he would be eliminated due to brain death now.

Although it was already known that Tang Xinjue had a toilet in his hand, it was still far from the impact of the first-person view.

Not to mention, this toilet stick just swallowed his black mist in one mouthful, which is equivalent to eating a part of his health abruptly. Before that part of consciousness is annihilated, it also transmits this experience back to me. Subject - in his brain.

Yue Qiong clenched his hand on the fence, but fortunately, the mask covered the change in his face, making it impossible to see the lack of blood supply to his brain now.

At the same time, on the balcony of 606, the first time Tang Xinjue took back the toilet was to check whether the rubber head was damaged, and by the way, to see if he could spit out what he just ate.

Spit it out? impossible. The toilet refused to cooperate, and even hiccupped.

As soon as the remaining three people dealt with the Poké Ball, they hurried over to watch, "How is it? Didn't you choke?"

Zhang You held down the rubber head with a serious face: "It seems that everything is normal at the moment, I'm determined, you let it spit water."

Tang Xinjue pressed the spit button.

The toilet bowl was a weapon with a history of "accumulating food", so Tang Xinjue didn't plan to use its phagocytosis ability again when he could not be sure that the food was "safe".

But don't know if it was because was hungry, when saw the cursed black mist this time, couldn't wait to take the initiative to eat people.

Guo Guo looked at Tang Xinjue and then at Zhang You, her eyes full of confusion: "Wait, am I the only one with a problem? Now the rule is to prohibit candidates from attacking each other, right? Yes, then I just ate black mist on the toilet, this, this is considered an attack."

She was afraid that the game would suddenly drop a penalty for breaking the rules, and she shoved the toilet away!

Tang Xinjue's expression did not change: "What kind of attack? Can something be called an attack?"

The toilet spat out a jet of water approvingly, hitting the cloak.

A dark gray light flashed at the handle of its metal rod, as if to form a pattern, but nothing appeared in the end. There were still only the original three skull totems, representing [shuttle], [howl] and [protection]. First].

Successfully swallowed up an energy, but failed to inherit the attributes corresponding to this energy... Tang Xinjue's eyes moved slightly.

"As we all know, toilet flushing doesn't mean eating for no reason."

At first glance, Tang Xinjue's words sounded like a mindless parent who tolerated troublesome children, but after listening to the words, the expressions of the three of them suddenly became subtle.

Yes, toilet swipe has always been very picky about devouring targets - only special items that contain goblin energy in the dungeon.

How did the Black Mist, the supernatural power, pass this screening standard?

Tang Xinjue smiled: "On the other hand, if the toilet is swallowed according to the usual habit, it does not violate the rules."

The rules do not respond, which means that the eaten "victim" Black Mist has been judged to be something similar to the power of ghosts... It no longer belongs to the category of players!

The four looked at each other, tacitly pressed the shock in their eyes, and kept this information in their hearts.

In this game, new explosive information is constantly appearing every second. If you are fighting alone or in a dormitory who is not good at analysis, you may have already lost your head, let alone keep up with the intense game rhythm.

But Tang Xinjue can.

Putting all the information decomposed in the blink of an eye into her mind, she did not continue to talk about this matter. She choked on the passing seconds in her heart, and looked down at the guardrail: "Coming soon."

The second wave of elves will appear soon.

In the sea of ​​​​consciousness, on the other end of the spiritual connection, the shield girl's puzzled voice sounded: "What's coming?"

She was so busy helping fight monsters that she almost forgot to ask Tang Xinjue, but now that she thinks of it, she immediately adds: "By the way, you just told me, don't let this boy stay on my balcony for too long, again What's the meaning?"

This time, she quickly heard Tang Xinjue's answer.

"The dormitory is where the candidates' identities belong. If different dormitories can randomly drop by and hide, have you ever thought about—"

"People with poor strength, those who can't catch the elves, all want to hide from you, what should you do?"

Shield girl: "..."

After realizing it, she turned her head to look out, and caught a lot of eyes looking towards this direction.

If you don't consider the danger of being exposed to each other and attacking each other, with the candidates' current physical fitness, it is not an unattainable challenge to climb and leap between dormitory buildings.

"..."

The corners of her mouth twitched, and she heard the other side of the sea of ​​consciousness say, "Besides, games never leave us room for exploits."

The shield girl looked solemn.

She opened her mouth: "...you're right."

There are still two dormitories in the informant camp, which means that at least 6 rules have not been announced, and no one knows what behavior will violate the hidden rules and bring them fatal danger.

After finishing the conversation, the shield girl turned to look at Ma Xiaobo: "I'll help you go back in a while. With the help of a shield, you shouldn't fall halfway."

Ma Xiaobo scratched his head, although he didn't know why the boss suddenly changed his mind, it was a good thing to be able to go back to bed safely.

So he thanked him repeatedly and looked down: "Then I'll tell the dorm brothers... Lao Li, Lao Zhang, I'm here, you can pick me up later!"

With the voice calling, two furry heads stick out from the first floor. Before Ma Xiaobo could smile, he saw those two heads shaking like two rattles:

"Pick up a fart!"

In Ma Xiaobo's astonishment, the two roommates pointed out resentfully, and saw that in the strange mist on the ground outside the first floor, like boiling water bubbling, one after another huge bluish-black bubbles began to bulge. And there is a tendency to gradually leave the ground and fly upwards.

In this stunned effort, the roommate has quickly withdrawn into the bedroom, only the reverberation of roaring lingering: "Your father, I don't want to die so early!"

bang bang bang-

The blue-black bubble flew to a height of three meters and burst open. Countless blue monsters, identical to the previous mutant elves, roared loudly and jumped down to the first floor!

Second wave!

Contrary to the first wave, the second wave of elves jumped up layer by layer from the first floor.

Almost as soon as this wave of elves appeared, the curtains of several relatively weak dormitories were already closed, and it was better not to score points in these games than to be caught in the air and then thrown down to death.

As the rule prompt says, the difficulty of elf capture is increasing: the more elves caught, the more difficult the next wave will be.

The first wave of elves could only spray venom, and the second wave learned to use their claws to attack, and even tore up the balcony buildings such as guardrails and clothes drying poles, and took the initiative to attack the candidates' domain.

"There are 20 animals in total, and the activity pattern is the same as the first wave. It is expected to come to us in one and a half minutes."

Tang Xinjue came to a conclusion based on visual observation.

Zhang You asked, "How many are left when we come to us?"

"About five."

"Then how many do we catch?"

Tang Xinjue paused: "All of them." w, please keep in mind:,