Please, It's A Scary World

212. Lay Flat! Lie Flat!

Let's lie flat together.

What does lie down mean?

Fang Ming's words echoed in the white hell.

Mixed with the dripping sound of corpse rain and the unstoppable weird laughter of the deformed monsters.

There was another cry, accompanied by the sound of gongs and suona.

It seemed to be a guide in the chaotic order, so that all the people present who heard his voice saw a glimmer of hope and felt a glimmer of doubt at the same time.

A question mark slowly emerged from the heads of the deformed monsters gathered around Fang Ming.

Under Fang Ming's constant guidance, they are already somewhat dissatisfied with the oppression of the "boss" of the cemetery and crematorium.

But what if they were to fight directly?

Sorry, they really dare not.

Forbidden land can be called a "boss" because it has absolute right to speak and strength.

It's the fear that's seared in their minds.

Letting them resist is tantamount to sticking their heads directly under the switch knife, waiting for the knife to chop off, leaving their heads in a different place.

This kind of thing "seven three seven", even if they have moved their minds, they dare not do it.

But Fang Ming said that as long as you "lay flat", you can fight the boss.

What kind of way is this?

It seems, it sounds very simple, and it seems that there is no need to directly confront the boss?

"Woo~"

Hearing the suspicious voices of the deformed monsters, Fang Ming roughly guessed what they were wondering about.

He looked around and stretched out his hand to press down on the void.

"Everyone must be thinking about what is lying flat and how to lie flat?"

"It's actually very simple. Lying flat is just an attitude, a breakthrough in thinking."

"The boss's order can be carried out, but the execution does not need to be so desperate, after all, the most important thing is yourself."

"The first thing to ensure is your own safety and happiness, and on this basis, you can complete the boss's task.

"Even if your boss has great powers, he probably hasn't reached the point of being omniscient, right?"

Fang Ming was already a little calm at this time.

He shuttled among the deformed monsters extremely indifferently, just like a fan meeting.

Seeing the tentacles stretched out, he would reach out and shake them.

To be honest, at first he just wanted to guide these deformed monsters at will.

But I didn't expect the effect of the third-level smile infection and the third-level friendly greeting to be so strong.

The current situation has almost become that he is completely in the mind of these monsters.

Not only that, even Tomb Eight in the dark clouds in the sky and the two outside the crematorium seemed to be somewhat affected.

The strength of their confrontation with the blank paper is obviously much smaller.

This made Fang Ming amazed at the strength of the special skills on the one hand, and on the other hand he was full of confidence.

"It should be fine this time."

"As long as these deformed monsters are completely brainwashed, then when they regroup and restore the original body of Tomb Seven, I will be able to gain the trust of the tomb priests."

"At that time, even if the other three people still want to make a move, with the delay of Brother Bai Zhi and Tomb Seven, we can stay until twelve o'clock at noon. Then we can go directly back to the happy community

Under the seal of the residential building, they couldn't get in either. "

"This trip can also be successfully concluded."

Fang Ming let out a long sigh of relief, and then, in the eyes of many deformed monsters thirsting for knowledge, continued:

"What do you think? Isn't it easy and effective to lie flat?"

"It's like this time, you come to hunt us down, no matter whether you complete the task or not, as long as you don't tell me and I don't tell you, God knows you know I know, you don't need to hurt everyone's feelings and harmony, and you can be in front of the boss." Wouldn't it be nice to have a business trip at the same time?"

"When you have had enough fun outside, go back to do business, and tell your boss directly that you have completed the task and killed my Brother Baizhi. Because Brother Baizhi is taboo, powerful and extremely difficult, it took a long time time. 11

"It's impossible for your boss to come to us personally to investigate the truth of this statement, right?"

After Fang Ming finished speaking, he laughed mysteriously.

He wasn't going to continue talking.

That's all the words, and the rest should be left to the monsters to make up for themselves.

He went on and on, and that was a little too much.

The so-called "the master leads the door, and the practice is in the individual."

Now he has instilled all the concepts of "fishing, lying down, vacationing, and living for yourself".

How this kind of thinking will collide with these four hunters who have come out of the forbidden area and have never seen the world, it depends on God's will.

The infectious power of a smile continues.

The weird laughter was still mixed in all kinds of noise, constantly echoing in the entire White Hell.

But for some reason, even though the entire white hell was noisy, everyone still felt that it had become a little quiet at this time.

Bai Zhi and Seventh Brother fell silent.

The feeling of the two of them is the most obvious.

Compared to just now, the pressure against Mu Xiao and the two outsiders was much, much less.

The two looked at each other, and they both saw the shock and sense of reason in each other's eyes.

It seemed that as long as Fang Ming made a move, this should have been the result.

He was originally a miracle worker.

In the dark clouds in the sky, Tomb Ba's consciousness began to think about what Fang Ming said.

He looked at the deformed monsters on the ground who were already a little mesmerized, and cursed inwardly, "Get this trash out of the tomb")...

Then he couldn't help frowning: "What this guy said is very reasonable. We really forgot our names and slept most of the time. Every time we wake up, the boss needs to do something. Even life and death are controlled by the boss." Here. This is definitely not the life we want.

The rotten place where the coffins gathered flashed through his mind, the boss Shenlong never saw the end, and every time the message was sent, it was only one of several hundreds of corpses.

"It's just that it's really hard for us to resist. The boss and those 100-level ghosts are too strong."

"Moreover, since the day we recovered, we have been under the control and orders of the boss. This habit has been imprinted in the body. Even if he said to lie flat, our body will instinctively resist."

"The orders of the boss cannot be disobeyed."

A look of sadness flashed in Tomb Ba's eyes, but he still controlled the rain of corpses.

But not as hard as before.

The level of corpse rain has also changed from heavy rain to light drizzle.

And outside of the white hell.

Huo Ba and Huo Jiu looked at each other, and then slowly pulled out the black claws that were probing into the prison.

One per person.

There are thirty eyes on their heads, which looks very strange.

Looking at each other like this is even more frightening.

Some existences that were originally hidden in the darkness on the street have long been hiding far away.

Those who met the two of them before had turned into monsters with eyes all over their bodies, and then fell to the ground, becoming shattered flesh and dust.

Fire Eight: Hiss~(What do you think?)

Fire Nine: Hiss~(I think what he said makes sense.)

Fire Eight 2.9: Hiss~ (But we were originally created by the boss, so we should listen to the boss)

Fire Nine: Hiss~(What you said also makes sense.)

Fire Eight: Hiss~(Then what should I do?)

Huo Jiu: Hissing~(I like the word lying flat, why don’t you try it?)

Huo Eight: Hiss~ (No, to fulfill the boss's order, um... Let's see what to do with the two in the cemetery. Let's wait and see what happens.)

Fire Nine: Hiss~(Okay, take a look at the surrounding scenery for a moment, I haven't come out for a long time)

Therefore, Huo Ba and Huo Jiu just probed a ray of consciousness into the white hell again, but did not stretch their claws in again.

Then, staring at the thirty eyes on his face, he started staring around.

In white hell.

The dull heads of the deformed monsters finally figured it out.