Weird Regulator

The owner of the vermilion wood carving is a faceless man in a black hospital gown.

He single-handedly contributed to the birth of evil spirits and created faceless wooden sculptures.

Time is also fate, and the results of the past have been rewarded today.

Fang Shenyan does not have as deep a background as Chen Hansheng, but in this mission, he is the one closest to the Faceless Man.

Therefore, when all means were exhausted, he could not hide again.

At the fifth second, the target Fang Shenyan failed.

He survived once again, but his last trump card was revealed.

Chen Hansheng was half-kneeling in the rain. He looked at the faceless figure with a very complicated look.

"Heavenly talent..."

He has been in the hotel for more than a year and is the oldest clerk of his generation.

During this year, countless geniuses and brave men came on stage one by one, only to end one by one.

Perhaps because of his age, Chen Hansheng occasionally sighs.

The more dazzling people are, the more they burn their lives. They are often as short-lived as shooting stars.

Today, he saw a similar figure again.

The name Fang Shenyan will be remembered by countless people during his fifth store manager assignment.

But it's a pity that such a genius has to die.

Because, the fifth second has passed, and his 211 days have been completed.

Chen Hansheng slowly got up from the ground, took a deep look at Fang Shenyan, and pointed behind him with his left hand.

As the owner of this life silhouette, he can withdraw at any time.

In this round after round of gambling, Fang Shenyan survived three rounds, which was amazing.

But unfortunately, this is Chen Hansheng's home court.

And he would never help Fang Shenyan leave this place after the incident was over.

At the sixth second, the target, Chen Hansheng, started.

However, there is no need for him to stay here.

On the 211th day, the world began to tremble, and the raindrops falling from the sky became extremely slow.

The entire space seemed to be playing in slow motion, with only two living people unaffected.

A white light source lit up from behind Chen Hansheng, tearing apart the darkness and bringing about a gap to leave.

Chen Hansheng no longer hesitated and took a step back.

The second before leaving, he looked at Fang Shenyan for the last time.

His thin body stood in the rain, trembling secretly, like an orphan abandoned by his parents.

The price of turning into a ghost has emerged, and Fang Shenyan now looks like a ten-year-old child.

But his eyes were extremely deep and mysterious, and he was looking at Chen Hansheng from a distance.

Chen Hansheng didn't know why, but when he felt that gaze, he felt a wave of emotion in his heart.

A strange feeling at a loss emerged from his heart and quickly occupied his mind. He didn't know why.

Immediately afterwards, his feet had entered the evacuating light source.

But at this moment, his face suddenly felt stinging, and the skin on his entire face seemed to be roasted by fire.

The departing light source suddenly went out, and the ghost of the ten-day fugitive shrouded his body again.

Chen Hansheng covered his face in pain, but he could only touch the sticky blood and the cracked face.

In helplessness and panic, he seemed to realize something and raised his head suddenly.

This face was completely unrecognizable and dripping with blood. The facial features were still there, but the entire face had completely fallen off.

He was like a faceless demon crawling up from hell, with blood-stained eyes suddenly embedded in his eye sockets.

finally……

He saw the root of the matter.

On the vermilion wood carving that Fang Shenyan took out at the fifth second, the face that had not been carved was now replaced by Chen Hansheng's face!

"Why... why..."

He whimpered in pain, ignoring the Tokayu ghost beside him, and all he could see was his face on the wooden sculpture.

Fang Shenyan's body could no longer remain upright, and he fell on the verge of fainting in the rain.

The price of becoming a ghost has fully invaded his body.

In the next 24 hours, he will gradually return from his youth, but he holds the vermilion wood carving firmly in his hands.

In the fifth second, Fang Shenyan did two things.

The first thing I did was take out the vermilion wood carving and make myself temporarily faceless;

The second thing was that he carved Chen Hansheng's face on the wood sculpture.

This was Fang Shenyan's method of making a comeback.

The owner of the wood carving is a faceless man.

Chen Hansheng has become a sculpture in Fang Shenyan's palm.

He could never become the Faceless Man, he would never be qualified.

At the same time, his life, his soul, and his identity will be firmly controlled by Fang Shenyan.

This is the rule.

Chen Hansheng lost, losing to Fang Shenyan in the sixth second.

In pain and suffering, he threw the only remaining shadow figure with a white helmet into the air.

However, the most powerful general, the brave general who once fought in and out of an army of millions, was unable to save him at this moment.

Because Chen Hansheng has lost the qualification to use criminal objects.

Now, he is just a wooden sculpture, an object held in the palm of others' hands.

Eighteen black shadows appeared in the gloomy sky.

They were all looking at him and expecting him.

Among these dark shadows are people whom Chen Hansheng is so familiar with. They are former comrades, friends, and enemies.

"Wei Hu, Wen Linghua, Yi Hui, Tan Song, Zhang Jing, Geng Ziming, Wang Zhi..."

The eighteenth place is the former Chen Hansheng, himself.

Maybe some things seemed to have ended a long time ago, but they have just begun.

The only survivor in the ten-day escape mission will finally return to where he should go today.

The general in white helmet fell in the rain, and the heroic warriors of the past were reduced to mud, and were trampled into a puddle of shreds by a passing pedestrian.

Just like Chen Hansheng in the past, Chen Hansheng is today.

Chen Hansheng was dejected and embarrassed, lying on the cold asphalt road, his damaged face stuck in the water.

The light at the intersection is enchanting and ghostly.

Countless passers-by held umbrellas and stepped on his body, looking for their own path.

In his empty and distracted eyes, he saw the footsteps of those people, hurried and panicked.

People in this world wear cold and hypocritical masks and never look at others.

He was once the oldest person in the top ten branches. He carried many important things and dominated the world. He held up the third branch with one hand.

But now, his face has been torn off and he is drowning in the sewage.

Looking at the world from the perspective of death, he pursed his lips stubbornly, as if he wanted to say something...

But in the end no one could hear it.

Quietly, only the old-fashioned radio played "Seven Star Lantern":

"Thanks to the kindness of the late emperor, I have given you the responsibility of caring for my young master.

The army went out to Qishan for six months, but failed to defeat the thieves. The general star is about to set, and the Yang life is over.

I sincerely pray to God: I will support the Han Dynasty for a few years, repay the kindness of the late emperor, and save all the people from all suffering.

Gods above, look at my heart! "