Doomsday begins with a nightmare

Lin Mo was curious about this, so he took the initiative to ask.

In the end, Cheng Yingru shook his head, saying that he couldn't pull it out.

"Last time, that person only pulled out two inches, which is already the limit. Mr. Chunfeng nailed this thing in. If you want to pull it out, you must have a special method or the strength of a hundred people."

As soon as Lin Mo heard it, he reached out and tried to pull it out. When he pulled it out to a length of about four inches, he felt strong resistance.

But this can't help Lin Mo.

If there is resistance, then work harder.

Then he increased his strength a little, and the next moment, with a berth, the five-inch-long nail was pulled out directly.

Lin Mo was stunned.

Cheng Yingru was also stunned.

"Isn't it just pulled out?" Lin Mo looked at the nail in his hand.

"It seems to be." Cheng Yingru muttered, and then it reacted, first laughed wildly, and blood vessels that looked like tentacles burst out from the fracture under the neck.

Lin Mo said that you laughed too wildly, what do you mean?

"What do you mean? I have unsealed the seal. I am a ghost now. I can kill whoever I want, and I can do whatever I want."

"That should also be low-key." Lin Mo persuaded.

"Keep your mother low-key, I'll take you as a human pill first." Cheng Yingru's fierce look was revealed at this moment, maybe it's because he's been suppressed for too long, and he started to get carried away after a little bit of power.

As a result, as soon as it rushed over, it was slapped to the ground by Lin Mo, and then held down and hammered hard.

Cheng Yingru was dizzy from the beating, his nose was bruised and his face was swollen, and his whole head was already in a state of stupidity.

"Ghosts are not too bad!" Lin Mo said truthfully.

He was really worried just now, but it turned out that Cheng Yingru was much stronger than before, but much worse than himself.

"Who the hell are you?" Cheng Yingru couldn't help but said after recovering, "In the past, only Mr. Chunfeng could suppress us ghosts and immortals. Who are you?"

There was already fear in his tone.

From what the other party said, Lin Mo also had a rough judgment on his current strength.

Guixian, it sounds like a bluff, but it is actually the strength of the nightmare of the second-floor dream.

It's pretty strong, but it's still not enough for me.

At this time there was movement outside.

With a thought in his heart, Lin Mo immediately re-inserted the iron nail into Cheng Yingru's head, quickly placed the head on the previous statue, and then dodged to hide behind him.

Almost at the same time, a person walked in at the entrance of the main hall.

Chapter 1144 Ghost Pill

The moment Lin Mo hid, he took out the suppressor brought out from the dream laboratory on the third floor and turned on the switch.

With the suppressor, he could control his aura to a very small extent, and it almost disappeared at this moment.

The person who walked in from the entrance of the main hall was the 'Master' who looked like a fairy.

The other side is expressionless and looks solemn, but if you look at it with the eyes of reality, this thing is hard to describe in words. The chest is split open, and several arms, large and small, protrude from it. The neck is swollen. If you look closely, it is swollen. There was a small human head, only half of the face was exposed, and one eye was evil, looking around.

This way, too deformed.

The scariest thing is the guy's head.

The face is still a little normal, but the forehead and the top of the head are split. It is a mouth with three tongues forked, constantly licking the corner of the mouth full of fangs on the top of the head.

Just this shape, the average stylist can't think of it.

After confirming that this matter had something to do with Mr. Chunfeng, Lin Mo's mind came alive.

He was thinking, could this 'master' be Mr. Chunfeng?

Probably.

The main reason is that Lin Mo has never met the other party, maybe Mr. Chunfeng is like this.

And it's similar in strength.

The strength surpassing that of Father Phil, even if it is placed in the third-level dreamland, it is still a boss-level existence. Let me ask, this kind of strength seems to be achieved only by Mr. Chunfeng.

If so, could it be that this is the price of becoming a fairy?

Not right either.

Lin Mo heard what Cheng Yingru said just now, it seems that Mr. Chunfeng has not achieved his goal, he has not really become a fairy, that is, he is better than ghosts and immortals.

Lin Mo searched his memory, and he only knew that self-cultivation, mind-cultivation, and spirit-cultivation, and mirror-cultivation are the roads to immortality. By the way, it seems that reaching ghost immortals is the realm of cultivation.

Only by crossing this realm can one become a fairy.

Lin Mo didn't believe this set of theories from the very beginning, especially when he saw the deformed ghost of 'Master', he didn't believe it.

At this moment, Lin Mo tried his best to suppress his breath.

In the past, he and Mr. Chunfeng were not in the same realm and level at all, but it is different now.

Lin Mo has already begun to calculate that if he sneaks up in a while, he is almost certain to kill the opponent.

Although the aura of 'Master' is more terrifying than that of Father Phil, Lin Mo does not think that 'Master' has a stronger defense ability than Father Phil.

After all, Father Phil has a sea of ​​sins, and ordinary attacks have no effect at all, not to mention killing, not even hurting the opponent.

Except for the top-level remorse curse, Father Phil is almost undead.

'Master' doesn't have a sea of ​​sins, and it doesn't feel very hard. First beheading and then burning, it should be able to kill it, right?

While Lin Mo was thinking about it, the master had already walked in.

Lin Mo remained motionless, staring at the other party with the corner of his eyes.

Can't stare directly.

Like this kind of master, if you stare directly at it, nine out of ten will be discovered. Don't underestimate the perception of these weird things. In short, there is no harm in being careful.

The knife is already in his hand.

Lin Mo knows that sometimes it may not be up to him whether to do it or not. If the other party finds out, he can't do it.

According to the current observation, the other party did not find any abnormalities.

Master went to stand in front of a Taoist statue, and heard the little head on his neck say: "Eat ghost pills, eat ghost pills."

The voice was sharp, like a child's.

"Noisy!"

At this time, the big head made a sound, calm and old.

Then the master stepped forward, stretched out his hand and tore open the belly of the statue, the exaggerated mouth of the head opened, and the three tongues inside stretched out at once, and rummaged into the belly of the statue for a while.

Finally, he rolled back a bunch of black-fleshed grapes of different sizes.

The mouth opened and closed, eating all these black fleshy grapes, the sound of chewing was clearly audible.

Listen, that's really fragrant.

Lin Mo could see clearly, and wondered what those black fleshy grapes were?

Could it be the ghost pill?

It feels like some kind of bodily organ.

After eating the ghost pills from the first corpse, the master continued to move forward. He didn't eat every one of them. According to the little head on the other party's neck, the ghost pills in some corpses were not yet mature.

Dare to feel that this is the same as growing leeks, you can cut a stubble and eat a stubble.

To the master, this place is not a palace of immortals, but a chicken farm. It’s like coming in every day to see who has laid eggs.

The little head on the master's neck is like a chatterbox, talking non-stop.

For a while, he said that this ghost pill is ripe and delicious, for a while, he said that this is not yet cooked, and he will eat it in two days, and for a while, he said, can you eat it alone, and give me some.

The master actually handed the other party a black ghost pill the size of a longan.

A small arm on the chest grabbed the ghost pill and sent it to the mouth of the little head on the neck.

At this time, the master passed behind the corpse statue where Lin Mo was hiding. Naturally, Lin Mo could no longer look at it at this distance, but hid behind it without moving.

He is sensing.

If Lin Mo realizes that the opponent has found him, Lin Mo will attack immediately without hesitation.

He has always advocated preemptive strikes.

"The ghost pill in this body is not mature yet, it's not tasty, change it, change it quickly."

The voice of that little head was disturbing.

But apart from making trouble, Lin Mo can get a lot of clues when such a little thing talks, so he hopes that this little thing can talk more.

"To shut up."

The old voice cursed, probably really upset.

It feels that the old voice is a little irritable, a bit like being in some kind of excitement.

Is it because of eating those black ghost pills?

There is this possibility.

Although the old voice seemed to loathe and dislike that little head, it seemed that there was nothing they could do with each other, and sometimes they even quarreled with each other.

This led to two results. One was that none of them noticed Lin Mo hiding in the dark.

Another is that Lin Mo has heard too much news that is impossible to hear under normal circumstances.

For example, this little head actually has a special name.

The old voice called it 'Yuanying'.

It is also said that being able to cultivate into a Nascent Soul means that the strength has reached a certain level, and what the Nascent Soul brings is the improvement of strength, but there are also some side effects.

It's just too beep beep.

The whole thing is a chatterbox.

Not only can talk, but also take the initiative to quarrel.

The most annoying thing is that it can't beat it.

After the theory and quarrel, the old voice found out that it was not his opponent, so he was so angry that he stopped talking.

Lin Mo felt that it was a pity that what he overheard just now was far more than the word 'Yuanying', and there were many more things, including some cultivation matters, which he wrote down one by one.

You can't hear it on weekdays.

It may also be because of quarrels and theories that the other party did not notice Lin Mo, nor did they find anything unusual about Cheng Yingru's head.

The other party ate the ripe 'guidan' and left.

After there was no sound at all, Lin Mo came out of his hiding place.

To be honest, this time is quite dangerous.

I feel like I was almost discovered just now. Once discovered, I can only do it, and there is no room for turning around.

Lin Mo looked at the suppressor in his hand.

This stuff obviously worked as well.

He didn't immediately wake up Cheng Yingru's head, but walked to a corpse statue next to him, observed it carefully, tore open the corpse's chest, and then stretched his hand into it and began to grope.

This feels disgusting.

It's like digging out the intestines in the belly of a rotten dead pig.

Ice cold and creamy.

Soon Lin Mo touched some round, creamy meat balls.

It is indeed about the size of a grape.

The little head said before that the ghost pill in the corpse is not yet ripe, but it is close to ripeness. For others, the ripe fruit is delicious, but for me, it is not for eating, regardless of whether it is ripe or not.