Different Dimension Game Chapter 142

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"But the most dangerous place is the safest, and the old woman won't deliberately check the surrounding houses, right?"

Pan Hao was in a cold sweat when he heard it, he has died here once?

Well, as long as it's not this reincarnation now, it doesn't matter.

"What do you want me to do when you save me? How do you clean up that...anchor?" He was a smart guy, and the kid in front of him was behaving strangely.

But children are unlikely to go to great lengths to kill themselves.

"Record a sound, and then use a loudspeaker to broadcast this sound for the entire village to hear."

Wang Hao holds a quaint tape recorder.

This thing still uses tape, a look full of age.

Of course, this is the "sense of age" in Wang Hao's eyes.

In Pan Hao's eyes, this thing is a high-end imported product, the kind imported from Hong Kong, you can't even buy it!

"What recording?" Pan Hao asked subconsciously.

Wang Hao explained: "There is a second-class demon **** in the village, I call it [it]."

"Once you talk about the nature of [it] and call out its name, [it] will really appear and take away all those who know it. So I will use this nature to kill most of the weirdness."

"Didn't you say that there are two second-class demon gods?" Pan Hao shuddered.

The term "devil" is actually not very common in Daxia Kingdom.

In ancient times, "natural disasters" were usually used to describe supernatural phenomena that humans could not resist.

Wang Hao shook his head: "There are indeed two demon gods, but I don't know who this [it] is doing, and I don't need to know."

Pan Hao asked again: "But we are recording here, won't [it] kill us directly?"

Saving mankind or something, this topic is too grand, and now he only thinks about his own life.

Wang Hao explained: "What are you afraid of, will I let you die in vain?"

"I say a word, you say a word, we just need to let the tape recorder hear it. Is this communication?"

"It doesn't count. Right?"

"If you take it apart word by word, you don't even know what it means, right?"

"It seems...but it is."

"Well, what is this thing used for?"

After learning how to use the tape recorder hand in hand, Wang Hao pushed the man in his thirties to the next room, blindfolded him, and did not hear any key words.

First let the tape run for about five minutes, and then he said in a loud voice: "Everyone in the audience, good morning, everyone!"

"Today, I'm going to tell you an interesting story. Once upon a time, there was a village filled with white mist that would never dissipate, and in it lived an unknown mystery, its..."

Having said that, the recording ended with a "click" sound.

My heart was beating fast, and I was a little nervous.

This information is not enough to trigger [It]'s attack.

But Wang Hao, who was in the real world, felt that his palms were sweating.

He knocked on the door of Pan Hao's room: "It's your turn, record the word 'true'. It's true or false. Don't let me hear it. Now let's say something irrelevant."

"Okay... little brother, why do you want to save the world?"

"Of course it's for happiness. Isn't there a sense of accomplishment in saving the world? I think you've been poisoned by capitalism, thinking about money and women all day long."

The old king closed the door.

After being scolded for a while, Pan Hao touched his nose, pressed the button, and said "true", then immediately pressed the stop button and handed the recorder back to Wang Hao.

Wang Hao said the word "true", handed the tape recorder back, and said a few more insignificant words.

"real"

"Reality"

"name"

"say"

"Yes"

In this way, one word for you, one word for me.

Not only did he say [Gorefiend]'s real name, but he also said everything about [Gorefiend].

Wang Hao had a wonderful feeling of skinning the "Little Depressed Three" [Gorefiend]. The most important thing was that [Gorefiend] didn't know that he had been skinned.

It took a long time to make all the recordings.

Pan Hao didn't know what he was talking about, because the logic was messed up and half of the content was missing.

Of course, he didn't want to know the content either.

If you know it, you have to die, and he is not a person whose brain is full of curiosity.

"Okay, it's almost over."

"It's all done, this method is really... a bit powerful, haha. So this natural disaster will kill its own subordinates because of its own rules? Is it so stupid?"

Wang Hao took the tape recorder and nodded with satisfaction: "Let's not say who made these rules, it may be the result of a game between the two sides. It may be that both sides are killing people."

"What's more, they can't violate their own rules. It's like if you take poison, you know you have taken poison."

"But your stomach will still digest what you eat and poison yourself to death. This is a rule that can't be changed."

"Almost understand. It turns out that natural disasters are such a thing." Pan Hao nodded thoughtfully.

Wang Hao said again: "Okay, now I'm going to try it out, whether this recording will work. You go back to your room first, this battery should last a long time, right?"

Pan Hao was a little surprised: "Didn't you say that you will die when you hear this recording..."

"What are you afraid of, I can be resurrected infinitely. You hurry back to your room. Of course, if you want to die together, it's not a big problem."

Lao Pan hurried away and covered his ears.

Normal people never look back at the explosion!

I have to admit that in the 1980s, there was a big gap at home and abroad. Most of the electronic products of the expedition team were brought in from abroad, and batteries were no exception.

This battery is called a battery, the scientific name is "valve-regulated sealed lead-acid battery", a square box, weighing 20 pounds, with English written on it, and can provide some power.

The next moment, Pharaoh opened the recording. The timbre of this recording was a bit weird. The voices of the child and the middle-aged uncle were mixed together, giving a cadence to the ghosts and animals.

"Its real name is...its special ability is...the events it triggers are..."

Soon, in the 12th second of telling this voice, the white fog turned into a red fog.

The vision was greatly distorted, and a vague figure appeared at the gate of the courtyard.

"Grandma".

She is coming!

"Guwazi, go, let's go home." Grandma seemed to squeeze a hoarse voice out of her throat.

Sure enough, after hearing this recording, [it] will appear and kill the person who learned the information.

Wang Hao nodded, very satisfied: "The speed of appearance is very fast."

The next moment, Lao Wang read the file again, and the advantage of infinite resurrection was fully reflected once again.

The tape recorder has never been turned on, and his mental state is naturally clear.

"finished!"

His mood is extremely excited, this is simply a super killer in the village!

After the experiment was over, Wang Hao knocked on Pan Hao's door again.

"So fast?!" Pan Hao was stunned for a moment, wasn't it just two seconds past? Why is it straight up?

Holding the tape recorder, Wang Hao said with a smile, "No problem, I just tried it. I died once, and then revived to this time and space."

"Next, hang this tweeter and tape recorder in the tallest building in the village, play this recording to the whole village, and kill most of the creatures in the village."

Seeing the other side casually say "died once" and "resurrected again", Pan Hao didn't know what to say, he just swallowed a mouthful of saliva.

Do humans really have such abilities? It's unheard of!

Can human beings be so powerful, is this really just a child with a height of only 1.4 meters?

is it possible?

I have been in the circle for a long time, and I have heard some strange things, but whether it is at home or abroad, the consensus of all parties is that the power of human beings is limited. Even saints who have successfully fought against natural disasters have their own limits.

Humans often rely on their own wisdom to deal with natural disasters.

Is this ability to repeatedly jump across the timeline really something that humans can have?

There are two possibilities. First, this child is lying for unknown reasons, and he cannot be resurrected infinitely at all...

The second one may be more terrifying, he is no ordinary human at all!

Rather...

As a person who is quite superstitious, ideas such as the Jade Emperor, the Tathagata Buddha and the like all pop up.

"I'm really smoking from my ancestral tomb, that's why I came across this kind of living Buddha! I'll never rob a tomb in the future, **** it!"

Pan Hao tried his best to squeeze a smile: "Little brother, what should we do when we hear this broadcast? You can be resurrected infinitely, but I can't! I will die."

Wang Hao said angrily: "Are you stupid? Take a shovel and dig a deeper hole in the ground, let the two of us dig in, and then cover it with layers of things. Don't let yourself hear it and it's over?"

"You are a tomb robber, you should be familiar with the craft of digging holes, right? Dig deeper."

"No stranger, no stranger!" Lao Pan said quickly.

"I won't let you die on purpose~www.mtlnovel.com~ I said I would take you out alive, so I'll take you out... You think I'm joking!"

As a ten-year-old **** child, it is not easy to shock adults.

This Pan Hao was quite cooperative, at least he believed more than half of it.

As for the potential doubts in Pan Hao's heart, Wang Hao didn't care at all, as long as the other party cooperated obediently.

"Okay, I'll dig now!" Pan Hao picked up the Luoyang shovel and started digging holes in the ground.

The house they are currently in is obviously not a wealthy family, but the ground is compacted, and a bit of sanhe soil is laid on it, and no floor tiles are laid. After so many years, these triads have long since loosened.

A shovel is a lot of dirt.

Seeing him working so hard and sweating profusely, Wang Hao crossed Erlang's legs and sat on the chair as the governor.

By the way, they chatted one after another, and told Lao Pan not to think about it.

In fact, he wanted to click the [Time Acceleration] button, but with the thought of respecting every friendly NPC, he continued to chat patiently.

"Where are you from, little brother?" Pan Hao asked cautiously while digging.

"Little brother, I am descended from the gods, not from your world, I... come from the future."

He is indeed not from this world, he is the fourth natural disaster!

"future?"

"Yes, house prices in big cities will skyrocket in the future, and the Soviet Union will disintegrate. By the way, the World Cup champion in 1982 was the Italian team, do you believe it?" Wang Hao was also bored when he was idle, so he deliberately teased him, "What if You bet on football, and the future may change."

"I don't believe... I don't believe it, the Soviet Union is so powerful, how could it be disintegrated?!"

Chapter end