Please, It's A Scary World

lie flat!

lie flat!

The voices of the deformed monsters were accompanied by strange laughter.

Gradually rising in the white hell, just like whispers from ancient priests.

Mysterious and chilling.

They revolved around Fang Ming, as if they were worshiping a god.

The strange and indescribable mist suddenly rose from the unknown, as if born from nothingness.

Gradually shrouded Fang Ming and these deformed monsters.

Fang Ming, on the other hand, exuded a mysterious gleam in the misty mist.

Soft and warm, like the warm sun in spring.

Rescue people from the endless cold winter.

Bring light and hope.

"what?"

Fang Ming looked at the fog surrounding him a little strangely.

Suddenly, a system prompt sounded in his mind:

[Ding, congratulations to the host, triggering the hidden ability: accompanied by indescribable

[Because the host achieves unknown effects, attracts believers to spread, your thoughts are radiant, born in the unknown, blossom and bear fruit in the embodiment, and produce indescribable power, so the mist rises. 】

[Skill release: move the heart at will, as long as 06 silently recites "fog rising" in his heart, he can cast it, and the covering range is equivalent to the friendly aura]

[Skill effect: hiding, bewitching and spreading, please experience it yourself]

After listening to the system's prompt, Fang Ming couldn't help blinking.

"Accompanied by an indescribable fog?"

"Because I achieved an unknown effect, this hidden ability was triggered.

"Hide, bewitch and spread, um...."

A thoughtful look flashed across his face.

But after thinking about it for a long time, I still don't understand what these mean.

But since he got another active skill, it must be a good thing, there is no doubt about it.

Fang Ming tried to raise his right hand, and circles of mist instantly wrapped his arm.

Immediately, there is a slight coolness on the skin, which is refreshing and soft.

And, Fang Ming has a strong feeling.

He seemed to be able to manipulate these fogs with consciousness.

The mist seemed to be an extension of his arms.

With just one thought, it can expand, shrink, and change shape.

"It's interesting!"

Fang Ming's pupils light up slightly.

But the next moment he shook his head.

"It's a bit weak, although it can be driven at will, but it is not aggressive enough to form a combat history.

This point is somewhat regrettable.

However, Fang Ming did not underestimate this indescribable fog.

Because, he immediately discovered the unusualness of this mist.

In his eyes, faint black silk threads spread out from his body, gradually connecting all the deformed monsters in the mist, and there were also two silk threads connecting Bai Zhi and Seventh Brother not far away.

There are even three silk threads stretching out into the distance.

A dark cloud stretching into the sky.

The two heels sank into the crack that the black claws tore just now.

"This is……………"

A look of surprise flashed in Fang Ming's eyes.

Because he clearly felt from these silk threads that he had a faint connection with these deformed monsters and other people connected in series at the other end of the thread.

He seemed to be able to feel their sorrow, joy, sorrow and anger.

It also seems to be able to control their sorrows, joys, sorrows and anger.

It's an amazing feeling.

It was so wonderful that it seemed that the other end of the black silk thread was his vassal.

It seems that as long as he is willing and with a little guidance, they can be obedient and be bewitched and controlled by him.

This time, Fang Ming was shocked.

"Is this demagoguery and dissemination?"

Fang Ming suddenly remembered the system's description of the fog.

"It's terrible, am I really going to develop in a strange direction?"

Before, he still felt that his title of "fool master" was somewhat aggrieved.

But now, the fool master obviously underestimated him, he is going to become a "master fool" in the future,

The deformed monsters shrouded in mist had no idea what was going on.

They were still laughing strangely like offering sacrifices to gods in ancient times, and whispering the word "lie flat".

However, those eyes on their bodies have basically receded at this time.

The deformed monsters turned into lumps of flesh and blood again.

Above the flesh and blood, Tomb Seven's aura became stronger and stronger.

These deformed monsters gradually began to move closer to the middle.

Just like the bubbles in the water, everything that gets close will be adsorbed together.

Then continue to squirm, whisper, and smirk.

Bai Zhi and Seventh Brother over there basically don't have too much pressure at this time.

Tomb Eight in the Dark Cloud no longer continued to rain corpses frantically, but only a little symbolically.

It is completely different from the previous downpour.

As for the two at the crematorium, their gazes had already turned to all directions, leaving only a trace of consciousness in the white hell.

The entire white hell suddenly became somewhat harmonious.

Bai Zhi and Seventh Brother looked at each other, and they both saw an emotion called "Fang Ming really solved the problem again" in each other's eyes.

Bai Zhi turned his head and glanced at the mist that shrouded Fang Ming and the deformed monsters.

The fog was still a bit thin, and Fang Ming's figure could be seen clearly, but they couldn't see those black silk threads.

It just feels like Fang Ming has become more cordial.

"Brother Seven, is there any room available on your floor?" Bai Zhi stared blankly for a while, then suddenly asked.

Seventh Brother, who was covered in black mist, was also observing Fang Ming, observing the difference between the mist around Fang Ming and the black mist on him.

Hearing the white paper's question, he was stunned for a moment, and subconsciously said, "I live alone on the seventh floor... No, it's just the seven of us, but usually we only live in one room."

After finishing speaking, Seventh Brother came to his senses. He was a little afraid to say: "You don't want to move to the seventh floor, do you?"

But Bai Zhi nodded very seriously and said: "That's right, it seems that these four trackers will not bother us for the time being, and we will be able to go back after the time has passed."

Hearing this, Seventh Brother nodded in agreement and said, "Yes, Mingge... is really amazing."

Seventh Brother felt a little melancholy. 813

He should have known Fang Ming for the longest time. After all, in his memory world, he spent more than a month, watching Fang Ming take the initiative step by step from replacing him, and then wake them up. Get rid of peaches.

Then he traveled all the way non-stop, separating the original taboo body of the white paper.

He gained the friendship of two inviters of the forbidden area.

Now it has even persuaded the followers of more than eighty levels.

It has to be said that the testimony along the way made Brother Teng truly accept the setting of "Fang Ming is the light that creates miracles".

"With him, we will all become better and better." Seventh Brother murmured, as if suddenly remembering something, and then said to the white paper: "Won't an existence like yours be blocked by the seal of the residential building?" ?"

Before the blank paper could answer, a roar that seemed human but not human suddenly came from the mist, and all the flesh and blood fused together again, forming a monster about ten meters tall.

The monster roared, and its huge body shrunk down as if deflated.

It took only a moment of effort to become the size of an ordinary person.

It was exactly what Tomb Seven looked like before.

Tomb Seven's eyes were slightly dazed, and he didn't come back to his senses until a few seconds later.

Looking at the strange mist shrouded in the surroundings, the gentle smiling face of the young man in front of him immediately came into view.

Subconsciously, a thought suddenly flashed in Tomb Seven's mind, and he said it directly with his mouth: "Lie flat...I want to be free, I want to eat something tasty, I want to look around..."