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

"good!".

"It's beyond my expectation that you've grown to this extent in just such a short nap time."

The old man who died at the hands of Qin Mo in the Wooden World, stood in front of Qin Mo with a smile on his face, intact.

【Little Moon】

【Little Moon】

【...】

While Qin Mo was on guard against the old man, he kept calling Little Moon through the contract.

There was no response from Little Moon from the other end of the contract.

Qin Mo curled his lips, the coldness in his eyes rolling like clouds and waves.

When he entered the world of wood, the little moon suddenly disappeared.

There is no need to think about it, it must be related to the person in front of me.

【elder brother】

[This guy must know where the big sister is]

[Beat him up first, I don’t believe him and he won’t tell me! ]

Qin Mo's anxious worry was conveyed to Yong Zhou and other Ying, and Yong Zhou gritted his teeth and said.

Xi'an licked his lips excitedly and said eagerly:

【Warm pigeons~】

【Tuanzi is right】

[Whether it is a god or a ghost, you will know after killing them]

Noticing that there were no signs of fighting around, Qin Mo's heart briefly settled in his chest.

The light in his eyes calmed down, and only murderous intent remained in Qin Mo's eyes.

The old man in front of Qin Mo seemed unaware of the murderous intent in Qin Mo's eyes, and said to Qin Mo in a gentle tone:

"Don't you have anything to say?".

"For example, why am I still alive even though I was killed by you?"

The silver-haired old man looked at Qin Mo kindly.

It was as if he was talking to a junior whom he loved very much.

“Swish——”

Qin Mo narrowed his eyes, put his two fingers together to form a sword, and drew it casually.

The old man's eyelids trembled, and his eyes gradually dimmed.

There was a stinging sensation on a red mark on his face, and a strand of the old man’s silver hair swayed from the air and fell to the ground.

"You talk too much."

The smile on Qin Mo's lips deepened, but his voice was like frost and snow in December, full of chill.

The old man stared at Qin Mo, his wrinkled face still smiling, and said quietly:

"Naughty children always get a little lesson."

Qin Mo felt a sudden chill as the old man stared at him, and his brows knitted together in discomfort.

So fake...

The smile looks more and more fake, and the person becomes more and more fake.

It's like a clay figurine, resembling a human in every way, yet not a human in every aspect.

“Swish——”

The sharp spear tip split the air in two, and Qin Mo pierced the old man's heart with the flaming spear.

The next moment, Qin Mo let go in surprise.

The spear condensed from flames instantly returned to its flame form.

Facing Qin Mo's attack, the old man did not resist. Instead, he opened his arms, pretending to be ready to die. Then he smiled and asked Qin Mo:

"child".

"How does it feel to kill someone?".

The old man, whose eyes were calm and motionless like a pool of stagnant water, suddenly showed his true emotions and asked excitedly about his experience of killing someone.

Qin Mo: “…”

【no! 】

【He must be sick! 】

Yong Zhou's cursing voice caused Qin Mo's mouth to twitch uncontrollably.

The old man was stunned, his eyes widened in confusion.

His eyeballs almost popped out of their sockets.

At the same time, the smile on his face that was tinged with strange heat quickly disappeared.

"laugh?".

"What are you laughing at!".

The old man shouted, his voice sharp and piercing, questioning Qin Mo.

[He is so noisy~]

【Pigeon~】

After Xi'an finished complaining, she acted coquettishly towards Qin Mo.

No one took the old man's words to heart. Qin Mo, Yong Zhu Xi'an and others thought the old man was noisy.

"Click——".

With a snap of his fingers, the old man's noisy voice was drowned out by the raging flames.

"Next life".

"Don't talk so much."

The flame went out, Qin Mo put down his hand and said calmly.

【Depend on! 】

[Alive again! ]

[Why is this guy still haunting me? ]

Before Yong Zhou finished speaking, Qin Mo's sword hit the old man who was blocking his way again.

"How many times can you kill me?".

"Talk to me!".

At the moment of death, the old man stretched out his hand to Qin Mo and left behind some thought-provoking and shocking words.

How many times to kill?

Kill as many times as they appear!

His long, fine eyelashes like crow feathers trembled slightly, and Qin Mo put away his sword neatly without hiding his murderous intent.

"Gah... talk to me!".

"Swoosh——".

Qin Mo grasped the bow and bent his fingers, and the arrow of ice and snow froze the flying bird with black crow feathers.

“Click… Click…”

The ice wrapped around the bird fell to the ground and broke into pieces.

Qin Mo retracted his gaze and pondered.

Something feels wrong...

It seems that the other party does not want his own life.

What he wants...

"Bam—"

Qin Mo waved his hand, and a rocket flew out, smashing a strange stone with human eyes.

A very tricky ability...

The only solution now is to find out where the other party is.

A bit troublesome...

Do not......

It's quite troublesome...

No matter how many times the opponent dies, he will reappear in front of him in another form.

Humans, animals, plants, and even the stones that can be found “everywhere” are each other.

Are there any rules in the Covenant with the Demon that can help him find the other party's true form?

After thinking about it, Qin Mo asked Yong Zhou and other Ying.

【No】

The shadows shook their heads and replied.

Qin Mo let out a breath, holding the sword in his hand, thinking.

Tough stubble is prickly!

Xiaoyueliang might have some understanding of it, which might be the reason why the other party used rules to separate him and Xiaoyueliang from the beginning.

Phantom, mirror image, clone, none of them.

What the hell is this thing that died in my own hands!

Yong Zhou and other Ying knew about Qin Mo's distress, and they were also racking their brains to think hard.

[So scary]

[I can't find any flaws at all! 】

Yong Zhou was going crazy. Thinking-intensive tasks were really not suitable for him!

Xi'an smiled and covered Yong Zhou's mouth with his hands, with a finger against his lips:

【Shh! 】

Sensing the dangerous aura lurking in Xi'an's eyes, Yong Zhou nodded awkwardly.

【Did you see it?】

[Is the opponent a human or a Shadow Clan?]

Xi'an stopped talking and started asking the other figures including Yong Zhou.

Wuying spoke, Xi'an lowered his brows and said in an almost inaudible voice:

[Trouble]

We know nothing

[Gege, what are you going to do? ]

The blonde doll in Rongrong's arms suddenly broke the silence:

[Have you ever heard of the name "Thousand Faces"? ]

Shadow Clan Linglan...

With a faint cold light flashing in his eyes, Xi'an raised his eyelids.

Although Linglan of the Shadow Clan has left her name on the Covenant with the Demon, all the Shadow Clan members who have signed the Covenant with the Demon know that the real Linglan of the Shadow Clan does not agree with Qin Mo.

[Never heard of it]

Xi'an put his hands behind his head and leaned back, speaking in a casual tone.

The blonde puppet's mouth twitched and his fists clenched.

[I've heard of it! ]

[Thousand Faces is good at changing, it is rumored that no one in the human shadow tribe has ever seen his true face]

Yan Xin, who was in the form of the Domain Mall, smiled ingratiatingly at Xi'an and the blonde doll, looking excited.

Xi'an stood up and sat cross-legged, pretending to listen.

The blond puppet took a deep breath and continued:

【I know a little bit of news】

[Qianmian was originally a human. For the sake of power, he abandoned his human identity and betrayed his own name]

[In the past, he was most likely from the Shadow Clan]

【Now......】

Suddenly, Xi'an interrupted:

[You must have heard this gossip from humans! ]

[I remember that Linglan guy, isn't he very disgusted with humans? ]

The blonde puppet's face froze, his eyes widened, and he said angrily:

【I'm helping you guys! 】

[I don't believe you didn't feel it... That power doesn't belong to humans, nor does it belong to the Shadow Clan]

A look of fear flashed across the brows, and the blond puppet lowered his voice, stammered, and closed his mouth.