Please ask the dream.

Chapter 177: Is there really someone who falls into the trap?
"What the hell?" Feng Xue was confused for a moment as he listened to the other party's inexplicable angry words. What kind of counterfeit money is used to wipe your butt? As an architect, how can you go to the toilet without toilet paper?
"Is it the result of my previous node? But I didn't explore it this time... Wait, I remember there seemed to be a collection of counterfeit coins..."

"Shh!"

Just when a certain collection appeared in Feng Xue's mind, a long stick with a sound of breaking through the air was already coming towards him. Feng Xue did not hesitate this time. He narrowed his eyes and directly launched [Kao Ge's Fury].

Just like mentioned before, now Kao Ge's Fury is not a buff machine for him at all, but an experience card that can be used once at each node. He can pass a level directly by throwing out a high-quality voice actor. Even if he throws out a garbage stock, it can complete the puzzle of his own structure in his mind.

As long as you won't lose anything, you should use it even if the enemy is a weakling!
In the stagnant space and time, the roulette wheel spun rapidly, and Feng Xue continued to think about the previous question.

Although he did once obtain a collection of counterfeit coins...

"Zhao, I remember that the effect of that collection is that the less it is treated as money, the more it will be treated as real money. So if you use it to wipe your butt... Oh my god, I remember it was when I just escaped from prison, the concentration of G·I particles was too low, so I just used it... I remember I was having diarrhea at the time..."

Suddenly, Feng Xue felt a little sympathy for the guy who was swinging a stick at him, but at the same time, a question came to his mind -

How did this person get involved with those prop banknotes for wiping butts? Isn't this... Wait a minute, judging from the compressed biscuits fed to the birds, his collection will not be refreshed after "actually playing a role", and prop banknotes really need to be "not treated as money" to play their role.

Could it be that... the node built by the cheat code that I am in now is not actually a stand-alone game that can only exchange data, but a stand-alone game that other players can randomly enter? (For example, Monster Hunter and Old Man Ring have similar mechanisms)

Or is it because the golden finger temporarily built a small dreamland, which makes it easier for people who are on the same "big map" as me to mistakenly enter my local area network than those who enter the normal dreamland with extremely poor signal?

Feng Xue's expression suddenly became strange, and he even began to wonder whether all the architects he had defeated along the way were real people, or whether this "Dark Forest" was the first place to have maps of real hunters.

While Feng Xue was thinking, the pointer suddenly stopped moving, and a strange name appeared before his eyes -

Lin Baoquan.

"Who is this? I know Ma Baoguo... Speaking of ability, goalkeeper? Damn, a goalkeeper with a Chinese name? If it's not a substitute, then it's a bit hellish, right?"

Feng Xue tried to open his mouth and immediately uttered in a Cantonese accent. Although it sounded a little familiar, he could not make out the tone of the voice at all.

This cannot be blamed on him. After all, as a mainlander, he has been watching movies and TV shows since he was a child. Whether they are from the mainland, Hong Kong, Taiwan, Japan, the United States, Britain or South Korea, they are either original sound + subtitles or Mandarin dubbing. He has never really cared about Cantonese dubbing.

And the most fatal thing is that he can understand Cantonese.

There is an interesting thing about language. When you can understand it, you will pay more attention to its meaning, but if you don’t understand it or only have a vague understanding of it, you will pay more attention to its voice. This leads to Feng Xue’s ability to recognize foreign voice actors being much stronger than domestic voice actors.

If it was a new generation of voice actors, such as those who often dub for mobile games and animations, he could barely remember a few, but this voice was obviously a bit old... (Note: This gentleman has actually dubbed many well-known characters, but it's a pity that the protagonist doesn't understand Cantonese dubbing)
"Forget it, just use it to test ideas."

Feng Xue thought to himself as he dodged the oncoming blow with a stick. Although he could understand the other party's attitude of "I will hit you with a stick even if I have a gun", Feng Xue obviously did not intend to let him go.

After all, even if he used the collection to wipe his ass, he had already dug a hole and buried it. If you dig it out and then pick it up again, who can you blame?

"Where are you hiding!" Perhaps because he was angry, the man with the stick missed the target and shook the long stick in his hand. The stick, which was full of resilience, shook out an arc. He walked forward, but the stick swept to his side. But in the next moment, accompanied by a drumbeat, his face suddenly changed. He raised the stick to block, and there was a light "snap" sound. The continuous drumbeats sounded, followed by the slightly chaotic sound of the pipa, accompanied by a high-pitched suona sound that could be called a complete loss of sound quality that shook the mountains and forests. One by one, ink-colored phantoms flashed in the air, appearing and disappearing, and could not be seen clearly, but occasionally they could turn the virtual into the real and launch an unpredictable attack.

"Is this the legendary Death Troupe? They don't seem that strong?" The man, who was fully alert, shook his long stick to break up the two nearby ink marks, but a look of doubt appeared on his face.

According to the intelligence he had obtained, the Death Troupe should be a physical tactical force controlled by music. Why were there only these vague and real traces?
"Is it the frontline who is bragging? No, that's not right. You can brag about the battle report, but you can't brag about the battle record. If it's just this level, let alone Commander Hongying, even a captain of Hongying can't win! Then there is only one answer! The legend that Qingyun Baihong can exert such a powerful combat power is because of the blessing of the military soul. I'm afraid it's true! He doesn't have the blessing of the military soul now, so he can't completely build the Death Theater!"

When the man thought of this, he suddenly felt a surge of heat in his heart. A mercenary like him couldn't care less about the interests of his country and family. He only knew that as long as he could take down the other party, he would definitely have a bright future!

The only problem is, we are just in a dreamland now!
"But since I can meet him in the Dreamland, it means he is not too far away from me in reality. As long as I can defeat his 'Character Card', I can track him down with his G.I Particle Intelligence!"

As soon as the man holding the stick came up with the idea, the long stick in his hand was immediately covered with a layer of fine waves. But at this moment, the originally harsh sound of the damaged suona was suddenly suppressed by another sound -

It was a voice that I had never heard of before, but it seemed a bit like a variant of Qingyun language.

"Pride~Laughing at the waves~~Hot blood~Hotter than the red sun~~"

The music, which required almost no skill and relied entirely on loud voices, seemed to have undergone some qualitative change against the backdrop of the almost completely damaged sound quality of the surroundings. The phantom that was originally just a few ink marks suddenly took on a shape.

It wasn't just a human form, because he could clearly feel that as the song started, the aura completely changed!

Some were wielding knives and sticks, while others were unarmed, but each of them had a spirit that had been tempered through thousands of trials and tribulations.

"Here they come!" A flash of cold light came first, and then a spear shot out like a dragon, an ink spear pierced out from the formation. The man holding the stick breathed a sigh of relief, because the opponent had clearly built hundreds of legions, and actually wanted to fight him one-on-one?

"You're going to fight me with a structure? Are you kidding me, Taier..." He waved the long stick in his hand. Although he might not be able to defeat them in a group fight, in a one-on-one fight, how could a mere structure beat his stick that was enhanced by his ten years of hard work and structure skills...

"Pfft!"

The man looked at the ink spear that broke his stick technique with one move in disbelief, and looked at the singing man with disbelief in his eyes.

"This is the real...death...play..."

"puff!"

With a slight sound, the architect's voice shattered. Feng Xue, who had just sung two lines, stopped singing with an unsatisfied look on her face, and said with a slight smile:

"Sure enough, some songs can be powerful no matter who sings them, as long as the right language is used!"

(End of this chapter)