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"You are laughing at your mother!"

Fang Mu threw his fist at the ghost, the air of the fist was full of gentlemanly spirit, if ordinary people were blown, there would be no problem, but the ghost was impacted by so much and such strong gentlemanly spirit, it would have to retreat even if it did not die Layers of skin.

Sure enough, when Fang Mu's gentlemanly spirit hit the ghost's face, pieces of flesh and blood fell off the other's face, and in the end, only white bones remained.

This scene is too real, Fang Mu is sure that this thing is definitely not an illusion, and it is definitely not Li Siguang.

So where did Li Siguang really go?

Fang Mu frowned puzzled.

And the most frightening thing is that he is actually heading in the opposite direction of the Civilization Tower, getting farther and farther away.

If it wasn't for the growing coldness around him, Fang Mu wouldn't have noticed it at all.

He was always rushing in one direction, rarely looking up at the Civilization Tower.Who would have known that the direction that was originally right would suddenly become the opposite?

And it's not an illusion.

This ability is a bit scary.

"Is it affecting the space?"

Fang Mu frowned in thought.

If it is space, then this thing must be a god-level ghost, right?
After all, only god-level powerhouses can cause certain damage to space.

Moreover, the destruction of the space by the god level is shallow, and cannot touch the interior of the space at all.

Even in the space of a small world, it is not bad for an ordinary god level to destroy a short-lived space crack.

"What exactly is that?"

Fang Mu is sure that it is definitely not an illusion. If it is an illusion, it is impossible for him to use the gentleman's spirit without any change.

"Why do you feel a little uncomfortable..."

Fang Mu felt a wave of weakness coming from his limbs, and he had the urge to fall down and rest immediately.

Thinking of this, he suddenly woke up.

"Could it be... I was poisoned?"

Fang Mu was shocked.

If illusions created from without deceived his eyes, what about illusions influenced from within?
Fang Mu glanced around, but didn't see even half a ghost.

If I was really hallucinating, wouldn't the surroundings be full of ghosts?

Thinking of this, he couldn't help but feel his scalp tingling.

But since I haven't been attacked by ghosts for so long, the other party probably doesn't have the confidence to kill me in one fell swoop.

"This kind of toxin is too weird. It can affect both the mind and the body, and it's unknowingly, hard to guard against!"

Fang Mu murmured to himself, feeling a strong sense of crisis.

He guessed that in the surrounding darkness, as far as he could see, there must be a group of ghosts waiting for an opportunity, just waiting for him to fall into a deep-seated weakness, and they would pounce on him and kill him.

As for why he didn't rush up immediately, it was either because he was afraid of himself, or because attacking himself in advance would affect the deliberate poison skill.

If it is the latter conjecture.

Fang Mu directly exercised the spirit of a gentleman, and punched himself twice.

But the surrounding environment has not changed much, it is still the same.

Could it be that only when ghosts attack me will the effect of that skill be released?

Fang Mu landed directly and ran in all directions, trying to see if he could bump into a ghost.

But no matter how he ran, he couldn't hit anything.

The most terrible thing happened.

Fang Mu was originally performing a leisurely excursion to ride the wind, floating in the air like his body, but when he was running, he fell to the ground all of a sudden.

When he performed the Unfettered Journey again, there was no response at all.

Fang Mu took a deep breath.

He tried to use other skills, but there was no response.

Even the gentlemanly spirit was slowly withdrawing from his body, the chill felt around him became more and more intense, and the crisis of death enveloped Fang Mu's heart.

Without the help of the civilized lamp, Fang Mu had to consume a lot to move forward in this dark wilderness.

But now he can't use it at all, it is simply pushing him into the abyss of death!
The warmth of his body was disappearing rapidly, and Fang Mu had never felt so weak for a moment.

The ghost hidden in the darkness has already started to move, ready to come up and tear him into pieces.

If there is another person near Fang Mu, he can see a scene that is enough to scare people to death.

Surrounding Fang Mu, a group of ghosts with different shapes and extremely hideous appearances were constantly approaching him.

One of the ghost's claws was about to touch Fang Mu's body, but the latter didn't notice it at all.

Fang Mu clenched his teeth, thinking about countermeasures in his mind, but in the end he found nothing.

He can only wait to die!
Facing this unknown terrifying ghost, he has nothing to do.

A look of unwillingness welled up in Fang Mu's eyes, and at this moment he finally realized the horror of the wilderness.

He even regretted going to rescue Li Siguang.

He never expected that this ghost would get him to such a degree without even appearing.

brush--

He held the Qinglian sword and slashed towards the surroundings indiscriminately.

Without any skills added, his vision was completely dark, and he couldn't even see the slightest light.

In the darkness, the howl of ghosts sounded.

Fang Mu guessed right, there were indeed ghosts around him.

But it's useless to say anything now, he has no skills, and now he has no power to fight back.

With a strange roar, a pale and cold hand slowly extended to the back of Fang Mu's head.

With just one poke, Fang Mu will die here completely.