After dying a hundred thousand times, I become a god in a strange world

"what sound?"

Hearing the banging sound deep in the corridor, everyone suddenly became solemn.

In fact, in normal times, Yang Ming and others are third-level spiritual masters, and ordinary small scenes would not cause any disturbance in their hearts. But it is different now. Even S-level weird things have happened in the mysterious area of ​​Qingshan Mental Hospital. Everyone knows it. , here is the level of danger.

Not to mention the third level, maybe the fourth level will have to be explained here. In this case, any trouble is worthy of 12 points of attention.

"It seems like someone is shooting basketball?"

"No, it's not a basketball. The sound is very heavy, like something hard."

While everyone was still guessing the source of the sound, Fang Xiu had already walked deeper into the corridor.

Other spiritual masters need to make bold assumptions and carefully verify when exploring the mysterious realm, but he is different. He doesn't need to think too much about anything, just be reckless.

Yang Mingming saw Fang Xiu taking action, and without any hesitation, he followed Fang Xiu closely.

They knew very well that following a spiritual master who could predict the future would basically not encounter any danger.

Ma Xingbang, who was at the end of the team, followed slowly, his eyes flickering as he wondered what he was thinking.

After Fang Xiu walked deeper into the corridor, he finally saw the source of the sound.

I could vaguely see an irregular spherical object bouncing around in the darkness, as if an invisible person was playing basketball.

When everyone and others took a closer look, they gasped for air, and saw that the sphere was a human head.

There is no neck, just a complete head. It looks like a young man with a feminine appearance, jumping around very happily.

The head stared straight at everyone, and the smile on the corner of its mouth kept getting bigger: "Hehe, hehe..."

boom!

Before the head could finish speaking, Fang Xiu kicked it away with his big foot.

The huge force kicked the person's face, causing it to twist and deform. The head hit the ceiling of the distant corridor with a bang, then ejected to the ground, then to the wall, and then ejected again until it disappeared.

"Keep going." After doing all this, Fang Xiu quietly retracted his right leg and walked forward.

Everyone: "..."

Yang Mingqi was relatively good, at least he was familiar with Fang Xiu.

Ma Xingbang was severely shocked. He had been to many strange places and had never seen such a brave approach.

Aren't you afraid of triggering a strange murder pattern?

Do you know what this head is? You just kicked it away? Did you think it was playing football?

According to Ma Xingbang's rich experience, one should first observe from a distance to avoid triggering the killing pattern, wait for the head's next move, or test with remote attacks. Unless it is absolutely necessary, there must be no physical contact with the weird.

This is not only his experience, but also the experience that the headquarters has been promoting, which has been summed up by countless spiritual masters.

But now Fang Xiu took action directly, which he really didn't expect.

The most important thing is that after the head was kicked away, nothing happened.

Could this kid really predict the future? Is my plagiarism ability too poor and I can’t plagiarize?

The group of people continued to move forward in the gloomy corridor, and soon reached the end. At the end was a staircase climbing upwards. The light was dim and the visibility was not high.

And just when everyone wanted to go upstairs, suddenly.

dong dong dong ......

dong dong dong ......

In the darkness above the stairs, there was a dense sound of balls being slapped. The sound was very dull, just like the previous scalp balls.

Everyone's expression changed instantly.

Is it.....

"Hahahaha......"

"Hahahaha......"

Creepy laughter sounded from the stairwell. Although they did not see the scene inside, it was not difficult for everyone to imagine that there were countless scalp balls jumping up and down the stairs laughing.

Then, the sound of rushing water sounded.

"Is this... the sound of water? Why is there the sound of water?"

"Is the water pipe leaking?" Yang Ming guessed.

"Shut up!" Bai Qi glared at him.

The sound of water got closer and closer, and everyone finally saw clearly that it was not water at all, but scarlet blood!

The blood was as thick as chocolate sauce, and the stairs were cake, as if someone had poured chocolate sauce on top of the cake.

Blood continued to spread from the stairs, flowing down quickly, staining the steps one after another, making the steps red and strange.

And as the blood spread, the thump-dong-dong sound got closer and closer.

The next moment, a horrifying scene appeared. The scalp ball that had been kicked away by Fang Xiu seemed to have been copied countless times. Hundreds of identical human scalp balls were densely packed, jumping and jumping like children going down the stairs. of swarms.

Countless identical faces were laughing and staring directly at everyone.

Faced with this strange scene, several people, all of whom were skilled in art, were brave. Not only did they not retreat, but they rushed forward to face the header.

Bai Qi was the fastest. He was the first to pull out the dark golden dagger from his waist and took action instantly. The moment he took action, his entire arm disappeared from everyone's sight.

The speed has reached its extreme speed.

Swish!

A flash of sword light flashed, and the head of the row of heads rushing forward was cut in half.

A flash of surprise flashed in Bai Qi's eyes, so weak?

He obviously didn't expect the weird-looking human scalp balls to be so vulnerable. Although there were a lot of them, it was just like cutting tofu, it just took a little more effort.

Just as this thought arose, a strange scene appeared.

The human scalps that had been cut in half trembled slightly, and countless sarcomas sprouted from the fractures. The tumors writhed. In just a moment, the two halves of the human scalps turned into two complete human heads.

Can you split yourself after being cut into two pieces? What about the hundred paragraphs!

A cold light flashed in Bai Qi's eyes, and the short knife in his hand flew. In one second, he made hundreds of cuts, directly cutting a human scalp into hundreds of small pieces of meat.

Then... these hundreds of small pieces of meat squirmed like maggots, and in the blink of an eye they grew into hundreds of human scalp balls.

"What!?" Everyone was shocked.

"It can split infinitely! Don't use the knife anymore." Bai Qi said solemnly, with a very ugly face. He did not expect that his action not only failed to kill the scalp ball, but caused it to increase by hundreds.

"This thing can't be killed. If I had known better, I would have brought Shen Lingxue with me and asked her to use flames to burn the heads to ashes and see how they split." Yang Ming was a little annoyed.

He really didn't have much to do in the face of this weirdness, because his ability was considered passive, and he usually used a knife to chop in battles.

It can be said that human scalp is better than Bai Qi Yang Ming, because both of them use knives and basically have no means of large-scale killing.

At this moment, Ma Xingbang stood up, with a contemptuous sneer on his face, and glanced at everyone: "Everyone, step back."

The people in the branch are still in the branch, and there is nothing we can do about such a small scene.

He jumped out and faced thousands of surging scalp balls. Each of them had a big mouth and seemed to bite Ma Xingbang alive.

But at the moment when the header was about to approach, Ma Xingbang sneered, then stretched out his right hand and shook the air hard!