Weird and hard to kill?Sorry, I'm the real immortal

"Brother Xiu! Your face is on fire!" Yang Ming exclaimed instantly.

But Fang Xiu was indifferent, he could feel the terrifying power contained in the black fire, but this power did not hurt him.

Gradually, the black fire became more and more intense, covering all the masks.

In the end, all the masks completely melted and turned into strange faces made of black fire!

Those weird faces were all kinds of strange, but equally ferocious, grinning grinningly at the same time.

Stared at by these masks, Yang Ming only felt chills all over his body, his hair stood on end, and he felt a creepy feeling.

In the next second, the flames rose, and thousands of black fire faces seemed to be attracted by some kind of attraction, and they rushed towards Fang Xiu crazily.

A terrifying scene appeared, those masks were lined up and pasted on Fang Xiu's face one by one.

In an instant, the terrifying black fire burned more and more intensely, until it completely covered Fang Xiu, completely turning him into a burning man burning with black fire.

Under the wrap of the black fire, Fang Xiu started to lift off slowly, and the powerful and terrifying black fire double erupted.

Yang Ming and Bai Qi were instantly sent flying, and slammed into the edge of the wall fiercely.

For a moment, the field seemed to turn into a black sea of ​​flames.

And Fang Xiu stood in mid-air, like a god born from the black fire.

Yang Ming and Bai Qi watched this scene in astonishment. The monstrous heat wave scorched the two of them, and they found that their spirituality was actually burning rapidly.

It turned out that this black fire was fueled by spirituality.

A spirit master without spirituality is like a pistol without bullets, a piece of scrap iron.

Just when the spirituality of the two of them was about to be burned dry, another change appeared in the field.

Like a whale sucking water, the black sea of ​​flames frantically converged on Fang Xiu's face.

After a while, the black sea of ​​flames dissipated and turned into a strange face made of black flames on Fang Xiu's face.

That weird face is indescribably weird and evil, like a living thing, no matter from any angle, it seems to be staring at you directly, with a grin on its face.

Yang Ming and Yang Ming just looked at each other, and they felt a shock in their hearts, and they faintly felt spiritually out of control.

If you look at it, you will lose control of your spirituality, so what about Fang Xiu who is wearing a mask?

Yang Ming and Bai Qi didn't dare to imagine anymore, and their expressions were even serious.

Once Fang Xiu becomes strange, will he become an enemy?

Just when the two were worried, the black fiery face on Fang Xiu's face dissipated instantly, revealing that calm face, and he also slowly fell from the air.

At this time, he has completely owned the original mask, and he doesn't need to kill everyone except himself.

Because he discovered that he had unintentionally solved the deadlock.

It turns out that there is another solution to this level, that is, you can pass the level without killing people, that is, let a person wear the mask of other people.

Four people came in, corresponding to the qualifications of the four masks, and the qualifications of other people must be erased in order to obtain the original.

It seems that the removal of qualifications can only kill others, but it is not the case. Wearing four masks by one person is tantamount to depriving others of their qualifications.

This is a bug that is not a bug, because under normal circumstances, no one can wear four masks at the same time.

"Brother Xiu? Are you okay?" Yang Ming held the dagger at his waist and stared at Fang Xiu, as if he wanted to see if he was the same Fang Xiu he had known before.

Seeing the nervousness of the two, Fang Xiu calmly said: "I said, I have seen the future."

Yang Ming was stunned for a moment and then overjoyed. He clearly remembered what Fang Xiu said before.

At that time, Fang Xiu asked to keep the original mask, and said that he had seen the future.

Looking at it now, brother Xiu deserves to be Brother Xiu, and there really is a way not to be weirded out by the original mask.

"That's great, brother Xiu, I knew you would be fine." Yang Ming said happily.

Fang Xiu didn't speak, but calmly glanced at the dagger in Yang Ming's hand.

Yang Ming noticed the sight, couldn't help but blushed, and hurriedly put the hand holding the knife behind his back, pretending to be nonchalant.

He even diverted his attention and asked: "By the way, brother Xiu, was that black fire face just now the original mask? Where did the mask go?"

Fang Xiu nodded: "That's right, that's the true form of the original mask, and it's been put away by me."

He didn't say in detail, but the original mask actually drilled into the soul.

This is a very special weird weapon, it seems to have no substance, it can be integrated into the soul, and continuously releases weird power, polluting the user's body and mind, and continuously and slowly completely weirding the user's body and mind.

Moreover, once the power of the original mask is used, the process of becoming weird will be greatly accelerated.

It is conceivable that once Yang Ming obtains the original mask, there is only one result waiting for him, the inevitable strangeness.

But put it on Fang Xiu, the result is completely different. The mind that has been distorted and baptized many times is not afraid of the pollution of the original mask.

Even, the crazy, chaotic, indescribable, and incomprehensible whispers that he learned from Taotie kept ringing in his mind, which was contaminating the original.

In the end, we have to see whether it is Fang Xiu's strange transformation, or the original Fang Xiu's transformation.

As for polluting the body?He is also not afraid, perfectly controls the strange physique, and has a gluttonous mouth, so that the pollution released originally can only become the nourishment of his body.

Fang Xiu feels that he is walking a very unique path now.

It is different from traditional spirit masters, and it is also different from complete weirdness.

It seems to be a perfect combination of the two, with his own will, he can perfectly control the spirit master and the strange power.

and many more!

Thinking of this, Fang Xiu suddenly felt something was wrong.

Because why is the path I am currently on so similar to the path described by the dean?

Use the human mind to control the strange body?

If you want to explain this sentence, it can also be in line with your own state.

Could it be that...the so-called perfect weirdness is the path I am walking?

If this is the case, then all previous guesses will be overthrown. Perhaps, the person the dean said was favored by destiny is not Yang Ming, but himself.

After all, under normal circumstances, the probability of the traverser being the Son of Destiny is higher.

In all this, did he undermine the dean's calculations, or did he play into his own hands?

Or is it destiny's self-help?

Fang Xiu still can't be sure, but what is certain is that this trip to the mental hospital must have destiny playing games with the director.

At this moment, boom!

The entire mental hospital suddenly trembled violently, like an earthquake, and the surrounding environment began to slowly blur, becoming blurred and unreal.

Yang Ming's expression changed immediately: "What's going on?"

Fang Xiu calmly glanced at the surrounding situation, and said lightly: "The original mask is the core of this paradoxical domain. Once the original mask is taken away, the mental hospital will return to the other shore because of the loss of support."

"Then let's go!"

Yang Ming hurried to help the seriously injured Bai Qi.

At this moment, Bai Qi looked a bit miserable, his body was covered with broken bones, and blood kept spilling out.

Strange to say, basically every time at the end, Bai Qi is always injured.

Fang Xiu vaguely guessed whether it was because of being with the destiny. It seemed that since he heard the name Bai Qi, he was not injured, but on the way to be injured.