"What is going on? By the way...Samsara Bracelet!"
Strange's heart suddenly tightened, and he touched his round head with his round palm. The exclamation expression drawn by the lines felt smooth to the touch.
He was anxious and quickly looked at where he originally wore Samsara Bracelet.
What made him feel relieved was that Samsara Bracelet was still firmly fixed on his wrist.
Strange ignored the black stick figure who was still twisting on the ground. He slapped his soft-looking ball palm on it a little impatiently and kept mumbling in his mouth.
"Where's the information? Where's the explanation? Where's the dungeon mission? Where's the explanation?!"
Fortunately, Samsara Bracelet lived up to its name. After being actively stimulated by Strange, it immediately faithfully displayed a light curtain that only he could see.
[Copy: Stickmen's Discrimination]
[Explanation: Stickmen are a magical race. They are drawn by an invisible pen. Generally, they have black skin, but nothing is certain. Occasionally, mutated white stickmen will appear. Please pray that your skin is not white. If you are white... you will be chased to death by black stickmen!]
[Task: Please use your unique elastic body to kill ten black stickmen and survive.]
[Reward: One stickman, one point]
Strange's simple-drawn face suddenly turned into@_@, and the speechless emotions were about to condense into substance.
"What is this... stickman colorism?"
He carefully read the information on the screen again to make sure there was nothing missing. Just as he was about to turn off the screen, the information on it was distorted and finally turned into a sixty-second countdown screen.
"Aha... how is it the same as a game!"
"Oh yes... am I the game character now... the white stickman?"
Strange smiled to himself, and began to try to move his hands and feet vigorously, wanting to see how elastic the elastic body mentioned in the message was.
The result of this test... was incredible!
He discovered that his arm was basically a displacement artifact. As long as he aimed at the target and flicked it hard, he could pull his body and move instantly to the place where the arm held him within a distance of no more than ten meters.
This made him very excited, and he flailed his arms wildly, whizzing back and forth against street lamps, trees, and building walls.
His powerful mental control allowed him to quickly become familiar with his elastic arms, whether used for movement or attack.
"Ding--!"
Just as Strange was enjoying the pleasure brought by this wonderful body, the countdown on Samsara Bracelet returned to zero, and the crisp sound vibrated his eardrums.
The expression on his face changed from O(∩_∩)O to O_o. Strange remembered the current situation. His body was still hanging on the outer edge of the curtain wall of a building, and he looked around for the black stick figure.
Especially the black stickman twisting on the ground just now, Strange has not forgotten his existence.
As a result, when he looked down, the guy had disappeared, and Strange suddenly became alert.
"Yahoo...!"
A burst of cheering shouts sounded above Strange's head without any warning, and then a familiar guy swooped towards him with his head and feet straight up.
Strange was so frightened that he hurriedly swung his arm to the light pole on the roadside, grabbed the palm of the window edge... well... the handball was loosened, and the moment the black stickman reached out, it bounced to the light pole and hung dangling on it.
Strange jumped directly to the ground, just a few meters away from the black stickman who threw his arm to grab the second floor window edge at the last moment and then landed on the ground.
"Come on...!"
With an angry roar, Strange took the initiative to attack. His arms still shot out, but it was for the purpose of attacking.
Like a sharp arrow, his arm hit the black stickman on the head.
The black stickman reacted very quickly and lay down without any hesitation, causing Strange's attack to fail.
Then the black stick figure lay on the ground and looked up at him, with a stick-figure smile that stretched to his ears and looked extremely weird.
"Hey hey hey..."
Strange's arm was about to retract, but the black stickman raised his arm under his surprised gaze. There was obviously no place to put any force, but it ejected and stretched like him. It was not aimed at his body, but just wrapped around his arm that had not been completely retracted.
An uncomfortable slippery feeling came through the place where the two long snake-like arms came into contact. Strange watched helplessly as the black stickman got up, and then rushed towards him with the retraction of his arms.
He subconsciously swung his arm, trying to get rid of the restraint. Seeing that it had no effect, he had no choice but to swipe the other arm hard.
"Bang...!"
This time the distance was too close, and he successfully hit the black stickman on the head, sending him flying, and the arm that was still holding him loosened.
At this time, a health bar also appeared on the head of the black stickman, and less than half of the blood volume was cleared by this blow.
Strange was so unreasonable that he quickly crossed his legs and chased after him.
Two round palms were raised on the chest, ready to be launched at any time.
"Bang bang bang...!"
The hands were intertwined and ejected, one hand was retracted, and the other hand was ejected. Before the black stickman had even landed, a series of attacks fell on him.
"Ah...!"
An exaggerated scream came from the black stickman's mouth, and the health bar that was displayed after being attacked just now continued to shorten.
Finally, when there was only a trace of blood, the black stickman was successfully shot to the ground.
"Uh~"
Under the simple expression of the black stickman sticking out his tongue and rolling his eyes, Strange kicked off the last of his bloody skin hard.
"Ding... the bracelet has earned one point!"
The prompt tone of Samsara Bracelet sounded at the right time. Looking at the black stick figure lying straight on the ground, his hands still clasped on his chest, his face even turned into a peaceful expression with his eyes closed. Strange's expression was like this - π_π.
"Ha... what a bad taste!"
Strange no longer looked at the black stickman who died peacefully. He remembered that the mission description said that there should be ten black stickmen, so... where are the other nine?
In the end, there was no need for him to look for it. Strange just raised his head and saw nine black stick figures hanging silently outside the window edge of the curtain wall like the dead guy, with dull stick figure smiling faces staring straight at him.
Strange's body froze and he did not dare to turn around. He slowly moved towards the back, and the expressions on his face were twisted into balls of thread.
"I hate black!"