Nie Huihao looked at the face that was only half left, and imagined the appearance of its upper half, but suddenly felt a sense of fear.

He felt that no matter what kind of upper half of the face he imagined and the lower half of the face, the whole face would easily bring fear to people.

He didn't know why, he hoped that this was just his inner thoughts, and hoped that facts had little to do with fear.

He deliberately imagined himself the relatively kind upper face, but after trying several times in a row, he realized that it was difficult for him to control what he imagined. The slightly kind upper face appeared in his mind, and for some reason, it quickly turned into a vicious face.

Nie Hui felt uncomfortable, and he thought: I am the future patriarch of the Tiecang tribe. If I can control the entire tribe, how can I not even control anything in my mind? No, I must be able to control it!

Since Nie Yangwei passed away, Nie Huihao has sometimes become a little obsessed with thoughts and other things. At this moment, he thought about the future of controlling the Tiecang tribe, so his obsession has become more obvious.

He stared at the lower half of the face that had already made him feel scared, forcing himself to think about the upper half of the face, so that the upper half of the face would match the lower half without fear.

After trying several times but failing to achieve the results he wanted, he was a little depressed.

Another attempt made him finally imagine the very kind upper half of his face, the upper half of his face, his eyes curled and smiling. He felt quite satisfied, and his eyes moved to the lower half of his face again. At this time, he suddenly felt that the upper half of his face was like a smile, and he also felt like a knife was hidden in his smile.

Nie Huihao felt even more uncomfortable. He closed his eyes and looked at the lower half of his face again. At this time, he did not take the initiative to think about what the upper half of his face looked like, but he seemed to see the upper half of his face - Nie Yangwei's upper half of his face.

The upper half of Nie Yangwei's face that appeared in his mind was combined with the lower half of the face on the wall, which made him unable to feel kindness or the knife hidden in his smile, because the feeling of kindness and the knife hidden in his smile was the feeling given by a living person, and the combination of Nie Yangwei's upper half of the face and the lower half of the face on the wall was obviously a dead face.

Nie Hui shivered and looked down at the smooth white light on the ground, a little regretful. He originally wanted to drive away the fear brought by the lower half of the face on the wall with his imagination and kind face, but after thinking too much, he brought him a more distinct sense of fear.

He looked at the smooth thing with white light below and thought to himself: What's the bright here? I'm the future patriarch of the Tiecang tribe, so I shouldn't be afraid of anything! Isn't it just half a face? Who should I scare? When I'm a child! There's only half a face left on the wall, what else can I do? I don't know what the upper half looks like, but what does it matter? I'm not be beaten with this kind of virtue! If I hadn't worried that it would be bad for me if I was worried that it would be bad for me, I would throw something over now, letting it collapse more, and let the remaining half of the face disappear from my eyes!

Although he thought about this, he kept looking at the smooth thing with white light below, and did not look at the wall in the distance during the whole process.
Chapter completed!