Chapter 513: Jumo Island (XIX)

The darkness in front of Honghu suddenly faded, and his hearing and touch senses also recovered almost at the same time.

He opened his eyes and found himself lying on the ground.

The next second, he suddenly turned over and sat up. Then, what came into his sight... was a huge black hand and a familiar figure.

"Do you remember what happened?" Feng Bujue, who was not far away, tilted his head and looked at Honghu and asked.

The latter frowned slightly, thought for a while, and replied: "I was..." He cast his eyes on the hand of the rubbing, "It was slapped into the ground..."

Honghu said, instinctively turned his head and looked at the ground. At this time, his rubbing shadow had disappeared, but the shadows of Uncle Feichai, Tianma Xingkong and Jibu were still printed on the stone road.

"What's the matter?" Honghu looked at Feng Bujue again and asked, "You saved me?"

"Nonsense, who else could it be?" Feng Bujue shrugged and replied easily.

"Well... How long is the mission deadline?" Honghu quickly continued.

His first reaction was not to thank Brother Jue, but to seize the time to ask some more practical questions [ , in order to decide what to do next.

Of course, Feng Bujue had no objection to this. In fact, he agreed with this approach very much, and he would have the same reaction if he were in his place.

"Don't worry, there are still fifteen minutes." Feng Bujue replied, and as he spoke, he pointed his thumb behind him, "As far as I know, this place is very close to the temple, just go over the small slope three hundred meters away." He paused, and pointed at the opposite Ruoyin Hand with his index finger, "I can deal with this guy within ten minutes and rescue Xiao Ma Ge and the others. So... we will have about five minutes to hurry, um... there should be no problem."

"Humph... You won me twice by chance, so you get carried away?" Ruoyin Hand listened to Brother Jue's words, and the more he listened, the more unhappy he became, "I won't lose to you again!"

"Ah... Why does this sound so familiar?" Feng Bujue replied in a sarcastic tone, "Oh~ By the way. A few minutes ago you said almost the same thing, the only difference is that 'once' has become 'twice' now."

"Stop talking nonsense! Keep going!" Ruoyin Hand shouted.

"Okay, come on..." Feng Bujue responded, raising one hand and preparing to punch.

At this moment, Honghu was in a state of shock and doubt, thinking to himself: "What's going on... He actually beat this guy... twice? How did he do that?"

It's understandable that he would feel confused.

Not long ago, Honghu and three other team members had the same rock-paper-scissors duel after encountering the Hand of Rubbing. But... they all lost. And the four of them took turns to play and were defeated one by one. In other words. The last person had the experience of watching three rounds (at least nine rounds), but still failed to defeat the Hand of Rubbing.

By the way, Honghu was the last one... because the other three thought that it didn't matter even if they all lost, anyway, Honghu would definitely understand some rules, tricks and the like from their wins and losses, and then get rid of this little boss.

Unfortunately... Honghu didn't see anything, so this is what happened...

"Come on! Rock... Scissors... Paper!"

While Honghu was thinking, Jue Ge and the Hand of Rubbing had already started a new game.

"Aha!" Jue Ge smiled. "I won again." He licked his lips, "Seven rounds in a row."

"Damn... you guy..." Although the Hand of Rubbing didn't have a mouth, its voice at this moment definitely sounded "gritting its teeth."

"What's going on... Is it just luck? Or tactics?" Honghu looked at the situation in front of him nervously and thought to himself. "But in the matter of rock-paper-scissors, generally speaking, there is no strategy... Although I have heard that 'newbies will play rock first', it is useless in this kind of continuous multi-game duel. What's more, the opponent is not a human at all. Even if you want to judge from subtle gestures, eyes or small movements, you have no way to start."

"You are too naive." Feng Bujue suddenly turned his head and said to Honghu.

"Ah?" Hong Hu was stunned.

"From your expression, I know. You are thinking... how I won so many games." Feng Bujue continued, "Humph... this is certainly not luck. If it was luck, I would have been on the ground like you guys."

"Then... what is this?" Hong Hu asked suspiciously.

"I just did the same thing as it did." Feng Bujue glanced at the hand that printed the image, "predicting what the opponent will do in advance, and then making a gesture that can win."

"What?" Hong Hu asked in surprise.

"Ha... So you are naive." Feng Bujue laughed dryly and said, "Do you really think... it will play normal rock-paper-scissors with you?"

Honghu turned his head and glared at the hand of rubbing and said: "Tsk... So you have some kind of instant predictive ability? So despicable!"

"Stop talking nonsense!" The hand of rubbing replied, "I never said I didn't have this ability, and I didn't say it was not allowed to be used!"

"Hehe... Well said..." Feng Bujue smiled sinisterly, "Come on, continue."

As soon as he finished speaking, he and the hand of rubbing guessed again, and Brother Jue won again...

"Uh... Damn..." The hand of rubbing complained.

"Come again!" Feng Bujue said again.

In a blink of an eye, another round, Brother Jue still won. So, Uncle Wastewood recovered from the rubbing shadow.

Even though the hand of rubbing was extremely angry, it still followed Brother Jue's request, guessing the punches round by round, and followed the agreement that every time it lost a round (three rounds), it would release a player from the rubbing come out.

Not long after, the four players who were sealed on the ground had all returned to their original state. Under Honghu's explanation, the other three people also knew the general situation.

"Hmph... you are cruel." Seeing that all the chips had been lost, the hand of rubbing said viciously, "Today I admit defeat... end the game, take your companions and get out."

"I refuse." Feng Bujue said the shocking answer simply and neatly.

"What did you say?" Rubbing Hand and the other four players all had this reaction.

"Come on, continue." Feng Bujue said, raising his hand again.

"Wait...wait..." The sharp voice of the rubbing hand began to tremble, "Your companions have recovered, you still have to..."

"You can continue." Feng Bujue interrupted.

"Uh...but...ok..." The rubbing hand was obviously timid, and it replied hesitantly.

"So, what will happen if I win this round?" Feng Bujue asked aggressively.

"Don't go too far!" The rubbing hand roared.

"Hahaha... Actually, you don't have to answer, I've already guessed it." Feng Bujue smiled extremely evilly, "You will be stretched to the ground, right?"

"Uh..." The rubbing hand could not deny it and could only groan angrily.

"As expected..." Feng Bujue smiled evilly, "Come on, come on! Guess! Punch!"

A rather strange scene happened. Although the rubbing hand was unwilling, it still had another round of guessing with Brother Jue. It's as if Brother Jue is the master of this "guessing field".

Two seconds later, both sides took action, and the result was revealed... Feng Bujue won again.

"No... don't do this..." Rubbing Hand said nervously, "Stop it!"

"Come again!" Feng Bujue shouted, and then there was another round of victory, and he won again.

"No! Please!" The rubbing hand finally began to plead, "Let's negotiate a deal! Just ask for whatever you want! As long as it's within my power..."

"Ha..." Feng Bujue smiled indifferently, "At this moment... I only want one thing..." He looked directly at the rubbing hand, "But... I don't need others to give me that kind of thing, I want it myself Just take it..." He said, raising his hand again, "Come again!"

"Ah! Ah -" The rubbing hand howled in horror, but it still guessed the punch, the last punch...

When the failure came, the rubbing hand turned over and fell towards the ground. It suddenly embedded itself in the ground and gradually became flat, like a 3D model being forcibly pressed into a 2D piece of paper.

"You... this... lunatic..." The rubbing hand left a groan before it was completely imprinted into the ground.

"Whatever you say, I still got what I wanted..." Feng Bujue looked down at the giant hand shadow on the ground and said jokingly, "... fun."

Two seconds later, the space around the players expanded instantly. It felt like a large amount of solidified material suddenly dispersed into gas, but the material was invisible.

"Ah... very good, the barrier has disappeared." Feng Bujue said, "It's almost as I expected. We still have five minutes to get to the Temple of Faith." As he said this, he turned around , "Let me lead the way next. I know the general direction."

"Uh... what..." Atobe couldn't help but interrupt at this time, "Aren't you going to explain... what happened just now?"

The other three people were looking at Brother Jue as if they were looking at monsters, and did not dare to approach him.

At first, they were just amazed by Feng Bujue's strength, but later...especially Feng Bujue's words and deeds in the last two minutes really made the teammates' fright level soar. They couldn't help but have an illusion... Feng Bujue was the real villain boss, and the rubbing hand was a victim.

"Of course I will explain it." Jue Ge replied in a long tone. This is true. He does like to show off. "But there are less than five minutes left for the main mission. I think we should wait for us." How about we get to the Temple of Faith?”

"Well... that's right." Honghu quickly calmed down and continued, "Anyway... everyone should hurry up first."

Honghu's response relieved the atmosphere. After hearing the words, everyone hesitated for half a second and then followed Feng Bujue as he walked quickly. (To be continued...)