I, The Occult Painter, Draw The Truth

Xiao Qiqi wanted to quickly get rid of the giant white sheet monster on the square.

In this way, to strengthen the "collective" of the mysterious group, to save her mother.

However, the fact is that the giant white bed sheet monster is extremely powerful.

Strictly speaking, it is the embodiment of the will of the dead world.

It brings together an unknown number of "guests" pollution sources, as well as a large number of secondary pollution sources, as well as the power of this dead world.

It is no exaggeration to say that this giant white bed sheet monster entity is the embodiment of this world!

It represents the power of a whole world!

That's why, if the mysterious group wants to solve the giant white sheet monster, it still needs to spend a lot of time and energy.

Even if there is no shadow plane, no old days and Ananda Shesha, then it is impossible for the other members of the mysterious group to do anything to this incarnation of the dead world of Huangquan.

Because, they can't do it, they don't have the ability to deal with this giant Huangquan death incarnation.

If you have to bite the bullet and fight, then in the end, maybe, the members of the mysterious group will be killed by the incarnation of Huang Quan's death world, or they will be swallowed directly.

This is the giant white sheet monster, this is the incarnation of Huang Quan's dead world.

This is an incomparably powerful entity from another world!

Regarding this point, although Xiao Qiqi's set age is not big, she still understands it very well.

Therefore, although she very much hoped that the old days and Ananda Shesha would solve the giant white sheet monster as soon as possible, she did not show the slightest anxiety.

She was just in pain, despair, and helplessness.

She hugged her spiritual mother, her little cute face was full of tears.

But she was afraid that she would affect other people, so she pursed her mouth tightly and did not make a sound.

Next to Xiao Qiqi are members of the mysterious group such as Abel, Succubus, and Flame Bear, Devouring Vines.

Numerous members stared solemnly at the giant white sheet monster, or, in other words, the incarnation of the dead world of Huangquan.

As time passed, the hearts of the members became more and more anxious.

After all, "Final Horror." Horror can come at any time.

And the shadow plane, even if it successfully devoured this world of death, the increased power can hardly pose the slightest threat to the "final terror".

Not to mention, at this moment, the shadow plane has not successfully swallowed the world of death...

It's strange that the members of the mysterious group are not in a hurry.

In this anxious atmosphere, the succubus with a beautiful face was the first to speak:

"Mr. Mask, do we... really have no other way at all?"

There was an uncontrollable anxiety in the succubus' voice.

After she finished asking, the flaming bear and the mysterious eyes of Abel also subconsciously looked at Mr. Mask.

Although they just knew the result.

However, at this very moment, in the deepest part of their hearts, there is still a glimmer of hope that can't help...

Even if they themselves know, this little hope is almost impossible to achieve...

When Mr. Mask heard the succubus' question, he didn't turn back immediately, but stood there silently for several seconds.

Then, he turned his head, the white porcelain mask on his face still had a crying expression, and unknown mysterious mucus was flowing out of his eyes and mouth.

"There's no way, you know..."

After speaking, Mr. Mask's eyes seemed to have become deeper behind his mask.

Then, he looked at the ordinary-looking man standing quietly on the other side. He was the human body of the old days, in other words, the tool man of the old days.

In a way, he represents the old days.

At this moment, Mr. Mask looked at him, and the meaning was self-evident.

That is, I want to ask him, is there any other way to improve the current situation...

The old tool man noticed his gaze, and then he also turned his gaze.

In the indifferent eyes, there seems to be no emotion surging.

He didn't speak, but a strange and distorted voice sounded in the minds of the members of the mysterious group.

That syllable means:

"..."

At this moment, Mr. Mask, the succubus, the flame bear, swallowed the vine, Abel, and even Xiao Qiqi.

All hearts sank slightly.

But in the end, they just knew the answer.

Therefore, at this moment, although they all have feelings of disappointment in their hearts, they are not too disappointed.

Because similar questions have been asked before, and the old days have given the same answer.

"..."

Mr. Mask sighed in his heart.

The whole person instantly looked very tired.

He turned his head and looked at the giant white sheet monster on the square in the distance, with complicated eyes.

"..."

"How can that be, it's far from enough..." Uncle.