Countless murmurings made him gradually lose his mind.
He felt as if countless ants were gnawing at his flesh and blood.
pain!
itch!
pain!
Inside, there is even more emptiness.
You must find something to fill this void.
And, the only thing that can fill this void.
Only kill him!
right!
Kill him and it won't hurt anymore.
It won't itch anymore.
It won’t hurt anymore!
Kill! Kill! Kill!
The murmur in my ears is urging.
His face began to twitch and twist in spasms.
The bones rattled.
So, he laughed.
The smile is extremely evil.
Like a lunatic in a mental hospital.
His eyes kept rolling in their sockets.
The whole world became blurred and distorted in his eyes.
His mind fell into an endless dark void.
All kinds of external stimulation around him amplified in his heart.
He stood up slowly.
Not far away from him, He Wan also stood up crookedly.
The two of them slowly came together.
Their bodies made a clanging sound similar to the collision of metal.
The voices even echoed each other.
As a result, the two people's mouths opened.
The jaw is dislocated like a snake.
The dense bones inside were exposed.
When people around saw this scene, some mentally fragile girls screamed.
"There's a ghost!"
The crowd started to roar.
But the two of them began to turn around.
Under the gaze of everyone, the eyeballs in their eye sockets burst open with a pop.
Something like a worm crawled out of the bloody eye socket.
"Long live the great late night curtain!"
They screamed.
The murmur in his ears came with encouragement.
Then, bone spurs penetrated their skin and muscles one after another in their bodies.
spread out behind them.
………………………………
Lingpingan leaned back on the chair.
The triangular hood on his head made him feel a little comfortable.
"As expected of the outfit I chose myself!" He praised.
Above, the invited host was passionately introducing the 'Nightmare Legend'.
Words about epoch-making virtual technology and online games like Second Life keep popping up.
This could fool him in the past.
But now, he just wants to be funny.
Even though he actually knows nothing about the so-called nightmare legend now.
I don't know very well, what exactly is that?
But, he knows.
That is the filial piety of two loyal ministers.
A toy for him to practice his hands on.
Just like the building blocks that his parents bought for him when he was young to help him develop his hands-on skills.
A toy to train his abilities in all aspects from scratch.
Thinking of these, Lingpingan consciously controlled his thoughts.
Although, now his level of 'smartness' has been suppressed.
It doesn't hurt to think about it occasionally.
But in the end...
Just don't think too much.
It is not good to think too much.
If you think too much, you will become too smart.
That's it!
He has to control himself now.
Especially your own thinking.
"Alas!" He couldn't help but sigh: "As a writer of online articles, this is my fault!"
"Always like to think blindly!"
At this time, the host on the stage suddenly stopped his passionate introduction.
A look of horror appeared on his face.
A frightened cry came from behind.
"There's a ghost!"
"Ghost!"
Lingpingan turned his head and looked behind him.
In one corner of the venue, there was chaos.
Many people rolled and crawled to escape.
And in the center of the chaos, two monsters are taking shape.
Inside their bodies, bone spurs are constantly protruding.
Let their appearance become distorted.
Those bone spurs penetrated and spread out on their backs.
Like a peacock with its tail open, or like a flower bud in bloom.
Those bone spur-like things curved and fell to the ground.
Let them move and sprint quickly like spiders.
And the goal...
It seems to be him!
"Long live the great late night curtain!"
In their completely deformed mouths, the split flesh buds in the two tongues screamed one by one.
Countless people along the road were unable to dodge and were swept away by their bone spurs like garbage.
Panic also appeared around Lingpingan.
Stand up individually.
"Zhen!" shouted a majestic voice.
A talisman was then played.
"Lock!" Someone waved his hand and released golden chains.
But it's a pity...
Those two monsters are too fast.
Faster than lightning!
Moreover, the bone spurs piercing their bodies seemed to be naturally immune to all psychic spells.
So, in just the blink of an eye, these two monsters broke through the blockade.
Their heads were completely split open.
A sharp sword was cut out from a head.
The snow-white sword light made countless ripples.
From the other head, puffs of light red poisonous mist spewed out.
In this flash of lightning.
Among the crowd, there were also people rising up.
A burly man stood tall.
His body suddenly expanded.
"Roshan!" he finally chanted the incantation.
His body suddenly became as heavy as a mountain.
"Wine Lake!" Thunder spit out from his mouth.
"Money!" Copper coins were thrown from his hand.
"Suppress the lock!"
These thrown copper coins turned into shackles and fell towards the man wearing a triangular hood who was sitting on the chair without moving.
At the same time as he took action, the man who had swelled to several meters tall issued a call: "Gentlemen, if you don't take action now, when will you wait?"
"Are we going to sit back and wait for death?"
"Well said!" A figure suddenly jumped up in the crowd.
A sword light suddenly pierced out.
The magic sword in his hand bloomed with lustrous colors.
……………………
Yin Mingxiu watched in horror as those two things, like monsters in a nightmare, rushed toward him.
Those bone spurs covered her whole body.
It has already reached the top of the head.
Fear immediately swept through his body.
Under the cover of the bone spurs, the sword light and poisonous mist followed each other like shadows.
In the distance, the giant suddenly expanded and threw copper coins one after another.
The copper coins turned into shackles and fell one by one.
There was even an extremely sharp sword light, piercing straight towards him.
She was so frightened that she even forgot to run away.
Trembling all over.
"Don't be afraid!" At this moment, Mr. Ling beside her suddenly touched her head gently.
Listening to Mr. Ling's voice, Yin Mingxiu felt relieved inexplicably.
Everything in front of me suddenly became insignificant.
yes!
What kind of person is Mr. Ling?
This mere thief can be suppressed with just a backhand.
Then he looked at the wooden stick in Mr. Ling's hand and beat it gently.
Then……
The mottled paint on the headband lit up little by little.
It's like there are eyes open inside.
"Hehehe!" Mr. Ling laughed under the hood.
The voice is very gentle, like a warm spring breeze.
But it's scary.
Like a butcher at midnight, looking at the poor victim and letting out a jealous laugh.
