A ghost storyteller can lose his life but cannot lose his job

Chapter 14 Danmu Brother's Training Plan
The next day, Zhong Xie got up very early. He had high expectations for the "sparring" that Lin Youlan mentioned, and he also wanted to see what the strange stories of the other three people were.

Before going to bed yesterday, he wanted to try to open the ghost story capsule to get the activation entry inside, but was stopped by Kuster.

"The giants in these capsules are all at normal level 15 and at full level 35. They must have reached full state faster than me. There is no chance of them winning."

Zhong Xie was curious: "No hope at all?"

"If it's a ghost story, you might have a chance if you rely on your brain, but there's only pure combat in this capsule. If you can't win, you can't win." Kuster said firmly. He knew that if he gave in a little, Zhong Xie would want to give it a try.

Time goes back to the present, Zhong Xie put on his clothes and walked into the bathroom. Each bedroom in the villa has a private bathroom, and some toiletries have already been prepared.

There are one-size-fits-all clothes in the closet, such as solid-color T-shirts. If the size doesn't fit, you can call the number on the label to exchange it. There is even a complete three-piece set of "computer, tablet, and mobile phone" on the desk.

These preparations are very important for ghost story survivors like Zhong Xie, as they truly allow one to move in without even bringing a bag.

There is no mandatory requirement to replace other items, but the provided mobile phone is a must for every trainee.

It is drop-resistant and waterproof, and has strong signals and positioning capabilities, providing communication for students entering the ghost story area as much as possible. The phone is bound to the student's identity, and some of the special software it comes with cannot be downloaded by normal phones.

For example, "Internal Communication Version of the Ghost Story Forum", "Anonymous Version of the Black Market Entry", and "Ghost Story Tavern (Task Bounty)". These software adopt a noble invitation system, and normal people cannot find the download link at all.

Zhong Xie put his phone in his pocket and walked into the living room. It was eight o'clock in the morning. Jiang Shuran and Zhang Zita were not awake yet. The whistling sound of a skull crusher could be heard from the backyard.

He followed the sound, opened the back door, stood on the steps and watched Lin Youlan dancing with the hammer in the open space with interest.

The heavy hammer still felt extremely heavy in her hand. She frequently used her shoulders, waist and legs to gain leverage. The skull-crushing hammer seemed to flow through her body, protecting her body tightly.

The hammer speed is sometimes fast and sometimes slow, very rhythmic, just like the fast and slow swords of the BOSS in some action games, with a pleasing beauty.

A weapon of this weight will definitely hurt if it touches you, so the hammer head, handle and tail spike can all be used for attack. If you feel that the attack is too slow and hide behind her, you will probably be pierced directly by the hammer tail and stuck into the ground.

The level is very high.

Zhong Xie expressed his sincere admiration in his heart. It was rare to find someone so proficient in martial arts in this era. There were a large number of weapons in the parasitic ghost stories. A ghost story user could achieve the desired effect by just hacking and slashing randomly, but he would definitely not be as strong as someone who was really good at weapons.

Lin Youlan danced the whole set of hammers at will, smashed the skull crusher into the marble slab and stopped it, wiped the sweat off her face with her sleeve, and then looked at Zhong Xie: "When you get up, join me for morning exercises. The physical fitness of a ghost story teller is equally important."

"Isn't it necessary?"

Zhong Xie walked forward and noticed that there was only a hole on the marble slab where the skull-crushing hammer was inserted, and there were no cracks around it. This meant that the tail of the hammer pierced through the marble slab in an instant, and its power was probably greater than imagined.

He reached out to the skull-crushing hammer, grasped the handle and lifted it with force, barely loosening the hammer and letting it leave the marble hole.

This action seemed to annoy the skull-crushing hammer. The wire wrapped around the hammer head suddenly stretched out and stabbed at Zhong Xie's arms from four directions.

"You have quite a bad temper." Zhong Xie was startled and quickly let go and stepped back. Then he saw Lin Youlan patting the hammer head, as if trying to appease the unhappy soul in the skull-crushing hammer.

"Can you lift my hammer?" Lin Youlan's expression didn't change, but the surprise in her eyes could not be hidden.

The weight of the hammer in her hand changed at will, and under normal circumstances it weighed nearly half a ton. At this moment, Zhong Xie was almost lifting it with one hand. How could such terrifying power be hidden in his body, which could only be considered well-proportioned and strong?

"It's OK. It's indeed very heavy." Zhong Xie rubbed his sweaty hands and smiled brightly. "That's why I said I don't really need morning exercises. I'm in good health."

Kuster at the tip of his tail wanted to roll his eyes. He knew very well that Zhong Xie's body was more than just healthy. All his qualities were at the theoretical limit of human beings.

During the past three years, Rat Big has been paying tribute to Rat Mom. The blessings from Rat Mom have long overflowed, otherwise how could he easily crush the cats who have also received blessings?

Even Lin Youlan didn't know what to say. Zhong Xie's physical fitness really didn't require any morning exercises.

"Want to have breakfast? Order some takeout and send it to the dormitory." She opened the app on her phone. "The food in the school cafeteria is pretty good, and it's very cheap."

"Then order the portion for four people." Zhong Xie said.

Lin Youlan looked towards the room on the second floor where the curtains were still drawn: "Are they awake?"

"No, I can eat this much." Zhong Xie smiled shyly. The amount of nutrition he consumed every day was much higher than that of normal people.

"Okay, I'll treat you." Lin Youlan's fingers clattered across the screen and she ordered six servings directly. For her, as long as Zhong Xie was willing to train hard, it would be enough.

While waiting for the takeaway, Zhong Xie and Lin Youlan went to wake up Zhang Zitai and Jiang Shuran respectively. Zhang Zitai's room was the innermost of the three bedrooms downstairs.

"Knock knock." He knocked on the door twice. Zhang Zita had said last night that if Zhong Xie was still asleep, he could just go into the room and wake him up.

"Please come in." Zhang Zita said in the room, and Zhong Xie heard no trace of sleepiness in his voice, so he guessed that the man should have woken up a long time ago.

There was a scent of fragrance in Zhang Zita's room, the bed and quilt were clean and tidy, and the things on the table were neatly arranged. Zhang Zita sat in a chair by the window with a solemn expression and spoke with great confidence.

Before Zhong Xie could understand what he was doing, a solid white subtitle suddenly appeared in front of him:

"Die, stupid pig!"

Zhong Xie: “???”

He waved his hand to try to slap away the subtitles, but his hand went straight through the subtitles and he didn't feel like he had touched anything solid. When he closed his eyes, the subtitles were still there.

Barrage that is not affected by visual effects?

"What is this?" Zhong Xie looked at Zhang Zita and noticed the annoyed look on his face.

"Why are you all so calm?" Zhang Zitai sighed, stood up from his chair and explained, "My ghost stories can create such barrages, and then draw emotional energy from the target to attack."

Zhong Xie remembered that Zhang Zitai’s strange stories were about energy, and it was this kind of emotional energy that he could control.

"So you were trying to provoke me with the barrage and then draw the emotional energy of anger from me?" Zhong Xie understood Zhang Zitai's thoughts, but felt even more speechless.

No, who can be angered by “die idiots”?
What kind of elementary school students' funny quarrel.

Take the tense atmosphere during a ghost story battle for example. Even if you curse someone's ancestors, it would be hard to really annoy anyone, right?
My mind is so focused on the life and death of the battle that I don't have time to care whether you are stupid or not. This comment is more flirtatious than provoking, kid.

"Yes." Zhang Zitai looked very distressed. "I can only absorb the value of emotional changes, that is, the amplitude of emotional fluctuations when you see the barrage. For example, a lot of emotional energy can be generated from calm to angry, but the energy from angry to furious may not be much."

"I see. You're not using it very well." Zhong Xie didn't beat around the bush. He stroked his chin and said, "From your appearance just now, it seems that you even have difficulty creating a barrage?"

Zhang Zitai smiled bitterly: "Normally no, but making barrage will consume the collected emotional energy. I am stupid and have hardly collected any emotional energy, so my ghost stories can only survive at the minimum level, and I can't even send barrage."

After he finished speaking, a virtual humanoid creature appeared on Zhang Zitai's shoulder. It was about fifty centimeters tall, with three heads and a body. It had short arms and legs and looked a bit like a Q version, and its head was a display screen.

At this moment, a "QAQ" expression appeared on the display screen. The tablet man was shriveled all over and looked extremely hungry.

Normally, level 14 energy monsters already possess impressive output capabilities. They are naturally able to become virtual, have efficient energy conversion methods and long-range attack methods, and can often produce terrifying suppression effects while maintaining a certain distance.

However, Zhang Zitai's flat-bottomed man now obviously does not have this ability. Just like himself, his strange stories are also in a state of confusion and hesitation.

Zhong Xie looked at this depressing man and this strange story, and he had a lot of thoughts about this strange story in his mind.

Send barrage and harvest emotional energy.

How can you not play such an interesting weird story?
What a waste!
Driven by this idea, Zhong Xie immediately began to give his own suggestions: "Your idea is right, using dirty words to insult others in battle and collect emotional energy, but the method is too wrong."

Zhang Zitai and the little man blinked at the same time, waiting for Zhong Xie's next words.

"Let's not talk about whether you can notice what is written on these barrages during the battle. Just your 'insulting' dirty words really insult the meaning of the word dirty words." Zhong Xie shook his head.

"I haven't studied...dirty words much." Zhang Zitai stammered. From his daily behavior, it was not difficult to tell that he was indeed a good kid who was law-abiding and polite.

"Swearing is just the most basic method of creating negative emotions. It will only work once or twice at most." Zhong Xie continued to advise, "It's okay if you want to develop this way, but you need to get a few special entries first. If the entry library doesn't have them, you can look for strange events yourself to see if you can put them together."

"What entry?" Zhang Zitai's anticipation rekindled when he saw that Zhong Xie looked knowledgeable and confident.

Zhong Xie took a pen and paper from the table and said, "For example, 'passive thinking'. When you see the barrage, you will be forced to think about the content of the barrage. In this way, you can issue him a 'stand to the end' challenge task in real time during the battle and ask him whether he likes his father or his mother."

Zhang Zitai: “?”

"Hmm? You don't like this kind of questions?" Zhong Xie shrugged. "Then you can ask him some elementary school math problems. Anyway, the purpose is to interrupt his thinking."

He thought and typed: "For example, the term 'literal meaning' means that when you see a comment, a corresponding picture will appear in your mind. If you post a comment like 'alpaca', he will think of how you did it."

Zhang Zitai: “Ah?”

"The first one is fine, but isn't the usage of 'taking the literal meaning' in the second one a bit..." He scratched his head embarrassedly.

"Look at you. You don't want to make progress again." Zhong Xie patted his shoulder. "You need to show your true self and stop being bound by the reserve and politeness of the past twenty years."

Zhang Zitai was stunned when he heard this, and his expression gradually became serious. He felt that Zhong Xie was right.

"If you want to become stronger, the difficulty is not the method, but your mentality. If you can't bring yourself to disgust others, how can you harvest negative emotions?" Zhong Xie analyzed the crux of Zhang Zitai's problem after less than a day of observation. "You need to disgust others more efficiently and enjoy the process, otherwise you will never be able to exert your true strength in your life."

He pointed at the little tablet on Zhang Zitai's shoulder and said, "Don't you think this is unfair to it?"

Zhang Zitai and "QAQ" looked at each other and fell into a long silence.

"I'll show you a clear path." Zhong Xie's body was bathed in sunlight, and he was pointing the way out of a maze like a saint.

"Download three apps: Tieba, a certain book, and Weibo. Follow the Sun Bar, Kang Bar, and Mixianshan Bar on Tieba, follow gender topics on a certain book, and follow major super topics on Weibo. Try to participate in them as much as possible in this month. In your spare time, you can also go to the Retarded Bar to feel the atmosphere of philosophical speculation."

Zhang Zita nodded frequently, quickly downloading and paying attention to these things he had never come into contact with before.

But he also has some doubts: "Are these social software still usable now?"

"Hasn't it been downloaded?" Zhong Xie glanced at Zhang Zita's phone. He hadn't expected this.

He entered the Black Goat area at the beginning of the revival of ghost stories, and his thoughts are still stuck at that moment.

"Oh, now it's a regional special edition, and all the previous data has been restored." Zhang Zitai found the update instructions for these software. "This happened in the first half of this year. Does the official have the spare energy to do this kind of thing now?"

Zhong Xie gave an answer after thinking about it: "Maybe they need a place for ordinary people to vent their mental stress. Nowadays, ordinary people in the city are not threatened by ghost stories, but they are still very depressed emotionally."

"It seems that there is a saying that if the mind is always under high pressure, it is easy to be affected by ghost stories." Zhang Zita nodded in agreement.

It is better to develop the three-piece set of Internet warfare and let ordinary people fight online rather than offline. This will also help reduce the probability of ordinary people encountering strange things when going out.

From this point of view, there are probably no strange stories that are carried out on the Internet.

Zhong Xie inexplicably thought of the face of the emperor's corpse. It would be fine if it were any other online weird talk, but it would be terrible if Sun's spirit was materialized.

When he came back to his senses, Zhang Zitai had already started to scan the posters with his innocent and pure eyes, and Zhong Xie smiled as if to say "this child is teachable".

When he was in the mental hospital, he was one of the few patients in a single room and the only one who had permission to play with his cell phone, because the nurses found that as long as they gave him a cell phone, he would calm down quickly, stop making noises and stop trying to escape.

Give a cell phone = quiet, this phenomenon was privately attributed by the nurses to "Pavlov's dog", while Zhong Xie preferred to call it "Pavlov of the dog".

In this case, his understanding of the Internet is even deeper than that of ordinary people. After all, not everyone has so much free time like a psychopath.

"Of course, these things will have a long-term impact on your growth. There are also ways to improve your abilities in a short period of time, and they can be used immediately." Zhong Xie opened a few old videos on Bilibili, "Hey, will you post this kind of screen-clearing barrage? I'll use it to cover the hammer girl's face during sparring later."

He looked at Zhang Zitai seriously: "She will get angry."

　The alarm is lifted. It seems that the Qyue cannot read it because of a special protection mechanism... Now this book has become exclusive to Qidian. I am happy. I will think about the rules for adding more chapters later. Please read more, my friends!

　　
　
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