Global Erosion: Non-Human Claims to Be My Mr.

Boss...

The leading man's hand was on the neck of the man who was half a head shorter than him.

Qin Mo, who was hiding in the dark, moved his eyes slightly, and a hint of deep meaning flashed across his slightly fluctuating light amber eyes.

Qin Mo saw something interesting in the short man's eyes, and he thought that perhaps this would be the key to victory.

The man whose throat was strangled raised his head slightly and looked into the eyes of the leading man. His eyes were calm and his expression was natural, as if he had completely thrown his own life and death aside.

The leading man lowered his eyes and stared at the other person with an indifferent expression, pinching the other person's hand steadily without any hesitation.

After a moment, Qin Mo curled the corners of his mouth calmly.

Let go...

The leading man slowly withdrew his hand and let it hang naturally at his side.

"Boss...."

The uncomfortable feeling of suffocation disappeared instantly, and the man looked at it with some confusion.

The leading man lowered his eyes and said calmly:

"I hope you can be so interesting next time."

The tone, as cold as ice, was full of indifference to life.

"interesting?".

Hearing the sound, the man who had been touching his neck unconsciously stopped, his eyes full of confusion.

The leading man was not kind enough to answer the other man's questions.

The people around them had already slipped away due to the stalemate between the two.

Suddenly, a look of madness appeared on the leading man's face.

Found... the little mouse...

The moment the leading man discovered Qin Mo, Qin Mo also began to act.

He scurried away through the woods, waiting for the right moment to strike.

【Warm】

Little Moon suddenly called out.

Qin Mo's nerves tensed up instantly, he looked around vigilantly, and replied:

[Hmm, what's wrong? ]

At a moment like this, Little Moon would not make a sound to disturb him for no reason.

Little Moon hesitated and said:

[Nuan Nuan, I seem to feel the fluctuation of the power of rules from that person]

Hearing this, Qin Mo quickly distanced himself from the other party.

Qin Mo's breath faded until it disappeared, and the leading man frowned in displeasure.

Qin Mo felt that the distance was safe enough and stopped.

[Little Moon, can you determine which kind of rule power it is? ]

If it was another special rule power like a curse, then when would he run away if not now?

Xiao Yueliang did not reply to Qin Mo's words immediately. She said uncertainly:

[Hmm... The opponent's rule power is very strange]

strange?

Qin Mo blinked.

Xiao Yueliang paused, sorted out her words in her mind and continued:

[Messy, impure, like a tangled ball of thread or turbid water]

[The same is true for the aura of the power of rules]

Qin Mo asked curiously: [Does the power of rules have a unique smell? ]

Little Moon: [Hmm, Nuannuan, do you want to smell it? ]

Suddenly, Qin Mo felt a cool, clean and cold breath like ice and snow flowing slowly in his nasal cavity like a stream of water.

After being washed by the water, Qin Mo felt refreshed.

It's like taking a nice hot bath right after being sweaty all over.

How else can the power of rules be used!

Qin Mo was a little surprised and said he had learned something new.

Qin Mo: [Can I do that, too? ]

At his current level, he can only barely condense a black glowing sword by using objects. Qin Mo wants to know when he can use the power of rules as freely as Xiaoyueliang.

Little Moon sensed Qin Mo's mood and chuckled:

[It won’t take long. All Nuannuan needs is time to adjust to the power of rules.]

Qin Mo's eyes lit up, and he immediately asked:

[Is there any way to help me improve my coordination with the power of rules faster? ]

Little Moon thought about it seriously and replied:

【Feel, Use】

【Try to become one with it and keep using it】

[There is a saying in the human world: Practice makes perfect]

Qin Mo thought about it and found that he had already done one of the things Xiao Yueliang said, application.

Ever since he was able to condense a long sword of black light, he almost never left the opponent's side.

Feeling...

Qin Mo pondered, does it count if he touched the moon, the embodiment of the power of rules in the sea of ​​consciousness, many times?

【Calculate】

Qin Mo suddenly came back to his senses and discovered that because he had relaxed control over his mind, his thoughts were automatically known to Xiao Yueliang.

After Little Moon finished replying to Qin Mo, she became quiet again.

She was wondering what the power of rules that she had sensed at that moment was...

While Qin Mo was waiting for the little moon, the leading man on the other side did not stop and kept walking around searching for Qin Mo's trace.

No...still no...

Which gutter is the little mouse hiding in?

As they walked, the leading man slowly and accurately moved along a line toward where Qin Mo was.

Swish!

The sharp sword cut through the air, making a sharp sound.

Qin Mo retracted the sword neatly and slowly wiped the blood stains on the sword.

With dark eyes, Qin Mo glanced at the man lying on the ground after his failed sneak attack.

sigh.

Sneak attacks also require skills.

Such a big man hid in the bushes and fired hidden weapons. Do you really think he was blind?

Qin Mo had already spotted the other party a long time ago, but he didn't make a move because he thought the other party was trying to avoid him.

Who knew what the other party was thinking in such a short time that he actually chose to provoke him.

If you don't cherish your life, don't blame him for being ruthless.

The man lying on the ground had just taken out his hidden weapon and pointed it at Qin Mo when Qin Mo's figure suddenly disappeared from his sight.

A bad feeling instantly enveloped the man, and he quickly gave up his plan and rushed out of the bushes where he was hiding.

The man's greed was instantly replaced by deep fear, and he fled in panic.

puff!

The sharp sword blade cut through the opponent's flesh and blood as easily as cutting a piece of tofu.

Ah!

The short scream rose halfway and suddenly stopped, and the next second the man fell straight into the embrace of underground gravity with a disappearing cry of pain.

Adhering to the principle of returning to where you came from, Qin Mo returned the blood on the sword to the other party.

Deep and shallow blood stains were scattered on the other person's clothes.

Judging from the other party's poor performance, Qin Mo guessed that there was nothing good about him.

As expected, Qin Mo only found half a piece of leftover bread and a small bottle of water on the other person.

Apart from that, the only thing that made Qin Mo take a closer look was the crossbow hidden weapon in the opponent's hand.

Who knows when it might be useful. Qin Mo raised his sword and the crossbow-like hidden weapon lay flat in the palm of his hand.

It is small and exquisite, and its power is still unknown.

The spying in the dark never stopped. Qin Mo put away his crossbow and left this place of trouble.

After Qin Mo left, several thin and strange figures stumbled out from the shadows and surrounded the corpse on the ground.

Several skinny hands that looked like skeletons reached out to the corpse on the ground at the same time, and their bony fingertips brushed against the man's clothes and probed inside.

Suddenly, several pairs of hands were suspended in the air.

The man's figure suddenly disappeared in the hands of several people, and the hands did not even touch the other person's clothes.

Several incredibly thin figures kept circling around the place where the man disappeared.

Half a cup of tea later, several figures simultaneously looked in the direction where Qin Mo left and disappeared into the darkness to chase after Qin Mo.

Qin Mo patted the broken leaves and dust on his clothes, stood up, and bent down to pick up his spoils with his hands.

A brush, half an arm long, completely black, with two finger joint-long hairs that are a gradient of white and red.

Similar to control items, the ink dots thrown out by the brush can temporarily reduce the movement speed of the person hit.

The resulting effect is roughly similar to a video at a reduced speed.

Qin Mo took a quick look at the information about the brush and planned to go back to the Novice Village to sort out the harvest in his hands.

The other party did not take out the magical brush immediately, but fought with Qin Mo for a while before using it at a time he thought was appropriate.

Qin Mo almost fell into the opponent's trap. If it weren't for the power of time rules in his body, he would have been seriously injured if not killed.

But even so, Qin Mo still looked a little disheveled, with leaf scraps and wrinkles everywhere on her neat and smooth skirt.

As usual, Qin Mo took the things and ran away.

During this period, Qin Mo did not forget to destroy the opponent's body, and only used the power of rules to leave a residual image at the original place to lure out the hidden prey.

Some of the "baits" successfully caught some small shrimps, some of the "baits" completely disappeared after the power of rules was lost, and some of the "baits" became signposts.

More and more people know that there is a "murderer" in this forest, and it can be basically confirmed that this person is the illegal immigrant they are looking for.

Obvious features: 1. The man was wearing a skirt; 2. He was highly skilled in fighting and his whereabouts were secretive.

Qin Mo also began to find that the number of people he met was increasing and becoming more frequent.

Qin Mo frowned as he dealt with another person who rushed forward without knowing his own limitations.

It seemed like these people were coming for him intentionally.

Before taking action, Qin Mo noticed that some people's eyes quietly passed over him first, as if they were repeatedly confirming something.

This feeling is getting stronger and stronger.

When fighting, some people will try to attack first, but more people will take direct action, and each move is ruthless.

Qin Mo guessed a little bit about the current situation, which was nothing more than his existence being known to more people.

Those who knew him gradually formed teams to search for his whereabouts.

Qin Mo's mind quickly flashed back to the first team and the leader he encountered.

I had originally been thinking of lowering the leading man's vigilance and taking advantage of the opportunity to take action, but now I'm in a bit of trouble.

Qin Mo blinked, sensed something approaching, and quickly hid.

"here!".

"Another strange corpse, the illegal immigrant must be nearby."

"You have said this many times. Wait until you meet someone in person before you brag again."

"Stop arguing! I have a feeling that the illegal immigrant is nearby watching us."

Qin Mo raised his eyelids upon hearing the voice, his gaze focused on the person who said the last sentence.

Slowly, Qin Mo saw that the man was pale, frightened, and looking around.

"He's watching us, he's watching me... he's watching me".

The murmuring sound like a madman kept coming from far away in the darkness.

Qin Mo was ashamed: “…”

Is he so scary?

What the hell is this reaction?

suddenly!

Qin Mo's pupils dilated, and in his sight a black shadow quickly shuttled through the crowd and approached the person who said "He is looking at me".

"You, said he was nearby."

The cold and calm voice rang out in the dark night, making those who heard it feel cold.

Ugh! Ah!

The man who had just been talking to himself uttered a few words with difficulty.