Cao Feng felt that he had a lot of understanding of the concept of extraordinary profession.

The professional framework should be based on combat. The fighting style of each profession is built around the core of the profession, not to make oneself really an actor.

For example, "fake death" can be said to be a basic ability that an actor should master.

After all, an actor who cannot even play a dead person well is not worthy of being called a good actor.

The extraordinary power is not to deceive the audience under the camera, but to treat the world as a stage and treat everyone as an audience. Even if you check it closely, even if you buy it, the other party can't tell that you are "fake death", just like before.

The same is true for ‘breaking limbs’.

There are often scenes of broken arms and legs in movies.

In order to make the audience believe it, "breaking limbs" can not only cut off their arms and legs at will, but also slowly grow one of them when they are lost, which is very magical.

As for the 'fake play', if you have this skill, you will have blood in your mouth and plasma spray on your skin, which will completely highlight one word - professional.

This ability can also be applied to combat.

The magical skill of fighting tanks.

‘Blood gushing’ is the enhancement and extension of ‘fake play and real’.

"Mumbling" is combined with the two skills of "fake play and real" and "blood storm". This kind of mummy puppet can retain most of the skills of the deceased during his lifetime and should be very strong.

‘Dubbing’ may be similar.

Thinking about this, Cao Feng is a little looking forward to the actor's other skills.

Last point, the system mentioned before was ‘order and method’, but this time it was ‘order and ritual’.

Therefore, the order is like "fake death" → "destroy limbs" → "fake plays really" → "blood gushing" → "mum corpse". It must be absorbed step by step and cannot be jumped.

The method should be a kind of ritual, that is, the part that no one else can grasp.

At the same time, master the order and method, so promotion is safe.

Otherwise, as Shaobing said, the more you absorb, the more you accumulate danger.

As for what the ritual is, I'm afraid you can only know it after unlocking more postures.

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Yingzang was intensively laying the altar.

Dead people can also be used as sacrifices, but the effect is not as good as killing now, and it is not fresh enough. But after all, people are already ‘dead’, and there is nothing they can do if they are not new.

It was already past 11 o'clock in the evening. Wang Meng had cut the wooden nails before and went out to help with the work. He had originally left Cao Feng's "corpse" on the ground and ignored it. However, when Wang Meng returned to the house, he screamed again:

"Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!"

The others in the yard felt a little sad when they heard this sound.

So what's wrong?

Can you calm down for a while every day?

"Wang Dazhuang, you're so stupid. What can you do if a dead person runs away?"

Shaobing walked in from the yard cursingly, and then saw Wang Meng standing by the table with a note, reading hard. The body that was supposed to be lying on the ground really disappeared.

"What's going on?"

Ying Zang was the third person to enter the house and asked Wang Meng, who was grinning and looking at the notes.

"I...,I..."

"Speak quickly!"

Ying Zang asked.

"Brother, I don't recognize words." Wang Meng said after hesitating for a long time.

"You won't fart if you don't recognize words! Are you playing damn there? Bring it!"

Shaobing jumped up and gave Wang Meng a head, then snatched the note and read out the crooked words on it loudly: "Wang Dazhuang, you are a silly, dare to chop my hands? I'm going to shake people. Tonight, the woods at the foot of the mountain will come, if you have a plant, you can come - your uncle."

Shaobing meaningfully aggravates the pronunciation of the last three characters, and does not understand whether these three characters are signed or ridiculed.

"Isn't the person dead? He ran away?" Ying Zang asked with a cold expression.

"Okay..., it seems."

"What should I do if that person runs away?" Ying Zang asked again.

"Yes, what should I do if the boss?" Wang Meng asked back by scratching his head.

"You're not going to chase me! Go and chase me! Are you all in your mind shit? Did you grow up eating shit?" Yingzang gave the other three people in the room one head.

"Yes, he hasn't run far yet, hurry up and chase him!"

"Yes, chasing!"

Several people rushed out of the door and rushed to the distance.

This is on the mountain, and there is only one road outside. The time between Wang Meng entering the house twice was only more than ten minutes. Cao Feng was injured and might not have been able to run far.

Perhaps it was because Cao Feng was already extraordinary, or there were other reasons, Ying Zang did not let someone chase him separately.

After all, except Ying Zang, there are all ordinary people here.

The sound is getting farther and farther away.

Two minutes later, Cao Feng squirmed and slowly rubbed out from the bottom of the bed, revealing half of his head.

His arms and legs are still tied, and he runs a little yarn.

After the fake death state was lifted, the pain in his fingers hit Cao Feng's brain one after another, making him dying of ecstasy.

Thanks to the system prompts, Cao Feng thought of leaving a note. He felt that the system had seen the success of this method by foreseeing the future, so he gave the prompt.

His hands couldn't move, so Cao Feng took off his shoes and used his feet to lift his pen to finish writing.

It was a pity that Yingzang and the others were anxious and did not go into it in depth, otherwise they might have found some clues on the paper and pen.

The question now is how to untie the rope first.

Cao Feng was about to endure the pain and continue to act, but suddenly a figure flipped in through the window. She was wearing a black long skirt that reached her calves. When her body fell, the hem of the skirt naturally rose up, revealing her slender, white and straight calves, thighs, etc.

Click.

The high heels made a slight sound when they landed on the ground. The woman's footing point was only 5 cm apart from Cao Feng's head, and she almost stepped on her face.

Cao Feng was frightened. As a man with no power to tie a chicken, Cao Feng instinctively shut up, motionless, stared at him with his breath, and stared without turning his eyes, so that he would not make any sound.

After all, he was not sure which group of people this person came in.

After turning in, the woman always felt something was wrong, as if there were invisible eyes staring at her. She suddenly became more cautious, her feet remained moving, and her eyes were scanned around, but she could not find the gaze that peeked at her.

She felt that these eyes seemed to be hiding in the dark, peeking at her privacy from the perspective of a ghost.

The woman felt scared.

However, thinking of privacy being spied, she subconsciously lowered her head and pressed the hem of the skirt, and then her eyes met Cao Feng's dead fish-like gaze under the skirt.

"Woo~."

The woman exclaimed, and covered her mouth almost at the same time, and took a step back.

Unfortunately, she was already in the corner of the wall when she climbed over the wall, so this step back did not change her position in the slightest except for causing a ripple in the hem of the skirt, and she also hit her waist.
Chapter completed!