Horror: Play as Gojo Satoru and get Ghost Shadow Corps

At this moment, this man with white hair, a pair of azure blue eyes, and a pair of small-frame sunglasses created a great sense of oppression for the two of them.

Under such a terrifying explosion and strafing just now, the hot man didn't receive the slightest damage!
And not to mention the damage, after such a violent explosion, even Lin Bei's hairstyle was not disturbed.

This situation is simply impacting their three views.

Why are they also standing in the center of the explosion, they are almost blown to pieces, and this guy is unscathed?

This is not scientific! !
Not only Siren Head and Blood Buddha were stunned, but even the three children watching the battle were stunned.

Tie Zhu's mouth was slightly opened, and his eyes were wide open.

People who do not eat will starve to death, and people who are killed will die.

People will die if they are bombed by grenades. .?

People were shot with pistols. .will die. .?

The three children who are still in junior high school have already shattered their three views by what happened tonight.

This is too outrageous. .

who I am?where am I?what am i doing?
What I see is true. .what? ?
With a smile on his face, Lin Bei walked towards the two behemoths step by step.

It is unbelievable that Siren Head and Blood Buddha subconsciously took two steps back after seeing Lin Bei walking towards them.

After realizing their backwardness, the two monsters suddenly felt a pang of shame.

We are weird!How can escape?

This kind of thing seems to have touched their self-esteem as weird.

Being weird!You can die at the hands of others, but you must not escape!

Thinking of this, Blood Buddha and Siren Head roared at the same time.

There was a tearing sound wave from the siren head's loudspeaker, and the surrounding ground shook.

The grass blades and dry branches on the ground were directly broken by the powerful sound waves.

The sharp spear-like fingers poked straight at Lin Bei's head with the sound of breaking the wind.

The ninjas of the ghost shadow army around hurriedly left the place.

Even the three children who were far away from the siren's head had splitting headaches from the sound and covered their ears tightly.

Compare Siren Head's powerful roaring sound with sonic damage.

The blood Buddha's roar was much more crotch, and his roar was even directly covered by the siren head.

But the Blood Buddha's offensive was more fierce than Siren Head's!
Two fists the size of millstones hit Lin Bei directly with the sound of breaking the wind.

The giant Buddha, who had exhausted all his strength, had the power to beat Lin Bei into minced meat with a punch.

But Lin Bei, who is the person involved, is still in the presence of the old god, just like a grandfather visiting the market, leisurely and leisurely, without any sense of crisis.

This made the three children anxious to death.

Tie Zhu shouted even more anxiously: "Hey! That big brother with white hair! Get out of the way... huh!?"

Before Tie Zhu finished speaking, the scene in front of him stunned him again.

What's the situation?
I saw that Lin Bei, who was attacked head-on by two monsters, was not injured at all, and his skin was not even scratched.

The blood-red and sharp fingers of Siren Head stood still in front of Lin Bei's sunglasses, unable to advance an inch.

And the fist of the Scarlet Giant Buddha was also firmly blocked outside Lin Bei's body by an irresistible force.

Siren Head and the Scarlet Giant Buddha's expressions suddenly changed at this moment.

They finally knew why Lin Bei remained unscathed even though he was in the midst of explosions and hail of bullets.

Both of their attacks were blocked by an invisible and intangible strange ability.

They could feel that they were exerting force, but they couldn't touch Lin Bei, which was a very strange feeling.

It was obvious that Lin Bei's body was right in front of their eyes, but even with all their strength, they couldn't touch the corner of Lin Bei's clothes.

Even though they are close in front of their eyes, it makes them feel as if they are so close.

Lin Bei stood where he was, pushing his small-framed sunglasses.

Facing the two strange smiles, he said, "Have you heard of Zhuangzi's

The "South China Classic"? "

"Zhuangzi said in the "Nanhua Jing" in the miscellaneous chapter "The World": "A one-foot-long stick, take half of it every day, and it will last forever""

"And the distance between you and me is like a one-foot stick that takes half of the day."

"You can infinitely shorten the length of this one-foot stick, but you can't completely remove it."

"Just as you can approach me infinitely, but never touch me."

At this moment, Lin Bei's smile was exceptionally bright, and strong confidence and momentum erupted from him like a tsunami.

(The host's behavior conforms to Wujo Satoru's behavior! Playing index plus 99!)
The aura erupting from Lin Bei made the hearts of Siren Head and Blood Buddha sink, even though they had never heard of Zhuangzi or Wanhuajing.

But Lin Bei's strong character and the facts before them made them understand that they were no match for this person at all.

Attacking with all his strength, he couldn't even touch the corner of the opponent's clothes?
Then it's still a knitting yarn?

Just as the huge weird and stupefied at both ends, Lin Bei continued: "Actually, there is still a stone statue of the gatekeeper and a radio speaker at the entrance of my factory. I wonder if you two have any special ideas?"

After hearing Lin Bei's words, Siren Head and the Scarlet Giant Buddha were slightly taken aback.

What does it mean?
Does this man want the two of us to work in the factory?

Lin Bei waited for a while, seeing that Siren Head and the Scarlet Giant Buddha hadn't responded yet, and the system's notification sound hadn't sounded, so he couldn't help frowning slightly.

"Very well, I, Lin Bei, just admire your tough weirdness,"

Afterwards, Lin Bei snapped his fingers, and a singularity suddenly appeared in the middle of the bodies of the Blood Buddha and Siren Head.

A huge attraction came from above the singularity, and the bodies of Blood Buddha and Siren Head were directly pulled away by this powerful attraction.

Blood Buddha and Siren Head, one body is extremely strong, majestic and broad.

One has a slender body and thin limbs, like a telephone pole.

At this moment, the two weirdos were firmly attracted together, and the strong attraction made them fit together so tightly that they couldn't be pulled apart.

Under the formidable attraction of Shunchang-Cang, Siren Head's body took the lead in making an overwhelmed crunching sound.

The piercing sound was like wood being forcibly broken by a hydraulic press.

A large amount of viscous blood was precipitated from the cracks in his body, against the force of gravity, and was sucked to the center by the attraction brought by the forward rotation of the operation.

The thick, blood-colored giant Buddha is trying to resist this powerful attraction with all its strength.

With only four remaining arms, his muscles exploded.

Under the strong pressure, drops of blood began to soak all over the Blood Buddha, especially the eyes of the Blood Buddha, where thick blood continued to flow down.

The whole body of the blood Buddha made a continuous sound like the cracking of stones.

Lin Bei, who was standing next to the two of them, was just like a normal person, unaffected by this attraction in the slightest.

"I will give you one last chance to choose to join my factory as a gatekeeper and a broadcast speaker."

"Or, choose to be twisted into a ball by me, scum?"

Lin Bei's voice didn't feel threatening, but it was a bit like giving them a multiple-choice question.

Siren Head and Blood Buddha don't think so.

The severe pain on their bodies, as well as the continuous flow of blood, constantly stimulated their nerves.

In their view, this is Lin Bei letting them choose their own destiny.

At this moment, Blood Buddha and Siren Head suddenly fell silent.

Did he choose to live in humiliation?

Or choose to bravely retain the dignity of being a weirdo, and then die generously?
This is a very serious question.