"Brother Jue... this... this... is it..." Wang Tanzhi was frightened and stuttered again.

"If I don't interrupt you, you're going to go on [beep——] like this forever?" Feng Bujue said.

Long Aomin turned his head: "Crazy brother, why can you say silence words?"

"Obviously because I didn't mean to be insulting when I said this swear word, so this behavior was not directly stopped by the system, but the word itself is not very elegant, so it was silenced." Wujue explained: "Speaking of which, it seems that it is not the time to be entangled in this issue, right?"

Ping ping ping... clatter...

The sound of light bulbs shattering and glass shards splashing to the ground could be heard endlessly. The wall lamps around the restaurant all exploded at this moment, and the room was plunged into darkness.

Almost before these voices were settled, Feng Bujue took out the flashlight from his luggage, turned on the switch, and shone the light directly upwards, facing his face, "Why bother... That's enough, you have to be surprised." He said while putting on [Hateful Eyes] on himself.

Xiaotan and Brother Long saw the lights unfolding upwards in the dark, turned their backs to Feng Bujue, and slowly retreated to his side. At the same time, they also took out flashlights from their bags and turned them on, each lighting up the lights ahead. A fan-shaped area.

On the other side, Ruo Yu and Xiao Ling Xiao Bone naturally also have lighting means. What Ruo Li took out is an old-fashioned lantern. Although it looks old in appearance, the attributes of this item are not bad:

【Name: Constant low light lantern】

【Type: Tool】

[Quality: Dilapidated]

【Function: Lighting】

[Special effect: never go out]

[Remarks: This lantern used to be a powerful magic item, but it was never repaired after being severely damaged. It can only illuminate a range of about five meters around, and turning the switch cannot control its brightness. It also cannot be closed, but fortunately it still retains the characteristic of unlimited fuel]

She placed the lantern directly on the long table. As stated in the item description, the lamp is always on, and the range of illumination is a sphere with a radius of five meters.

Sad Ling Xiaogu took out a yellow miner's hat, turned on the round light in front of the hat, and held it in her hand. Perhaps because she felt uncomfortable or ugly to wear, she didn't wear it on top of her head.

Several people lowered their breathing, listening to whether there was any threat approaching in the quiet darkness.

Suddenly, there were a few tinkling bells from above, and everyone followed the sound to look up, only to see the large glass chandelier directly above the dining table being pulled and skewed by some force, and the person who was aiming at it was... Feng Unconsciously.

In a blink of an eye, the steel cable above the chandelier suddenly broke, and an object the size of half a washing machine flew straight towards Feng Bujue. His first reaction was to crawl under the table.

But someone's reaction and action were faster than Feng Bujue's, and it was more than one step faster.

Like Yu Ruoli lightly stepped on the chair, stepped on the chair, jumped up and jumped into the air. His body is strong and vigorous, but his figure does not lose the softness unique to women. The blade is cold, and so is the gaze. When the sword comes out, it is as fast as a fright, and as powerful as a thunder. She cut off the flying chandelier neatly. After the metal bracket of the lamp body was split in two, the object fell vertically as if losing power, and a large piece of glass shattered to the ground.

It fell lightly like rain, brushed away a strand of hair that fell to his forehead with one hand, and stood holding a sword in the other, not even breathing faster at all. It can be said to be majestic and majestic, valiant and heroic.

Xiao Tan and Brother Long were startled at the time. Feng Bujue's scene of smashing the corpse's head yesterday was extremely low-end in their minds... The ruthless beheading heroine in front of him blows him away in terms of technical content and ferocity. The feeling of the street... Comparing the battle scenes of these two people is like comparing Qin Jiaxian to Fengzhi, it is really impossible to watch.

"You're welcome." Seeing that Feng Bujue opened his mouth to speak, Siyu said directly first.

Feng Bujue swallowed the sentimental "Thanks to the heroine for the rescue" in his heart again, thinking: Fortunately, he didn't say it, this line is a special line for miscellaneous characters in martial arts movies. He cleared his throat and said, "Well... Siyu, can you turn on that lantern a little bit more?"

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"No." Siyu replied directly.

"Hmm... can you show me?" Feng Bujue asked.

"Why?" Rain asked.

"I have a skill that can repair malfunctioning equipment and tools in a short time." Feng Bujue said, "If your lantern is below normal quality..."

Before he could finish his sentence, Ruoli picked up the lantern on the table with his sword and brought it to him in an instant: "Run-down."

She likes to be concise, so he can understand it naturally. He took the equipment and used [Sloppy Repair], but the system prompted him: [Failed to use skill]. Feng Bujue didn't pay much attention to it, because failure is normal. His equipment specialization is now F-level, and the success rate of skill activation is 20%. Like the one-time success when he cast the flashlight last time, it is obviously good luck.

This time, he was not so lucky. He used it twice, and finally succeeded. It took 300 to use the skill that consumed 100 stamina. The lantern suddenly lit up after returning to normal quality, lighting up the entire restaurant brightly.

The area of this restaurant is quite large, it can be said that it is the largest of all the rooms that everyone passed by. At this time, everyone saw a figure, or... a ghost in the corner farthest from them.

It was a middle-aged man, he was wearing a black classic suit, his skin was pale, his eye sockets were deep-set, his facial features were distinct, the sky was wide, and his jaw was square, which was unforgettable at a glance.

According to some popular legends, the image of ghosts, such as clothing and attire, is often what they looked like before they died, or the appearance they most often maintained during their lifetime. Judging from this person's appearance and demeanor, it is estimated that Roderick Usher is correct.

Originally, this ghost was hiding in a corner where the light of the flashlight could not reach, hiding in the dark shadows, but at this moment, the sudden lighting of the lantern made him invisible.

Roderick seemed afraid of the light. He covered his eyes with his hands, curled up, and let out a sharp roar.

Holding the lantern, Feng Bujue approached the ghost without any fear, and his tone sounded confident: "Mr. Usher, please tell us, how can we get out of here?"

"Don't come here..." Roderick said: "Otherwise you will..." The first half of his sentence sounded very gentle, and even made people feel that he was a little weak, but when it came to the last few words At this time, he took his hands away from his face, revealing a distorted face, roaring like a hysterical beast: "...pay the price!"

Feng Bujue stood one meter in front of him, without any reaction. The people behind him were startled by Roderick's sudden change to varying degrees.

"What do you want? Control the chair to hit the back of my head?" Feng Bujue knew that this guy was just an untouchable ghost, and he could only control the things in this room to attack him.

Sooner or later, a chair really floated up and flew towards Feng Bujue's back.

This time Long Aomin was closer, he took a long stride, he only took a step forward, and as soon as he stretched out his arm, he used [Shards of Ultron] to block the blow unconsciously.

"There are five people here, and you seem to be particularly interested in me..." Feng Bujue said aggressively, "Where is Madeleine's body? Is it put together with your own?"

"Ah——" Roderick roared wildly, and the plates, knives, forks, candlesticks, and other scattered objects on the dining room table all floated up in unison.

Without further ado, Feng Bujue took out the [Slow Quicksand] in his bag, and quickly threw the bottle on the ground.

This item can only slow down the "monster" within a radius of 100 meters by ten times, and cannot physically slow down the movement speed of the "object". However, after Roderick was slowed, the unknown force that kept those objects floating seemed to be affected, causing those floating objects to fall directly.

To make an analogy... the "mind shifting" of these ghosts is like riding a bicycle. If you slow down the movement by ten times, it is not slowing down, but falling.

Feng Bujue raised the lantern forward, and pointed the flashlight at Roderick. Facing this incorporeal ghost, he had no way to attack, so he had to try to exert some influence with the light that the opponent was afraid of.

Roderick made a low and lengthy sound indistinctly, and turned around very slowly, as if he wanted to block the light with his hands and escape by the way, but his movements were too slow to help at all.

"The difficulty of this script is very average... As long as you have strong lighting equipment, stay alert when facing the traps in the big house, and don't be confused by hallucinations and the like, you don't have to worry about the survival value at all." Feng Bujue said: "It should be It is a script that mainly tests courage rather than combat ability." His hand holding the lantern simply passed through Roderick's body, and the light made the ghost more and more transparent, but it could not destroy the opponent.

A minute passed quickly, Roderick retreated into the wall, Feng Bujue shrugged in disappointment, returned to the long table, and put down the lantern.

"Let's sort out our thoughts." Feng Bujue picked up a wooden chair, sat down and said, "The plot item that was transferred after the death of Brother Invincible should be nearby, we have to find it first..."

Bei Ling directly took out the letter and said: "That's it, but the information that can be provided in it is very limited. It can be inferred that... the owner of the letter is not mentally normal, is suffering from illness, and invited a friend Come visit yourself."

"Can I take a look?" Feng Bujue asked.

"Of course." Bei Ling handed the letter to him, and added by the way: "If you are looking for some hidden information such as the concatenation of initial letters or Roman pinyin, there is no such thing in this letter." She just glanced at it briefly, This has been confirmed.

Feng Bujue read the intermittent letter for a minute, and said: "Players who have read the novel may guess that this is the House of Usher from the content of this letter, and players who have not read it can learn something from this. Basic plot setting." He returned the letter to Bei Ling: "This item can't bring out the script either, it seems that it's just an ordinary main plot commentary, and it basically can't promote the progress of the game."

Bei Ling said: "Then please explain the current situation in detail, you seem to know this story very well, and... the ghost just now was obviously staring at you to attack, and I have nothing to do with plot items, which is also true For some reason?"