midnight ten

Ten club members: "Still watching?"

Jagged camp team member: "It should be."

Kongming Lantern team member: "How long has it been?"

Member of Ten Club: "Three or four minutes will definitely be there."

Cong Yue: "Why do I feel familiar with the indescribable expression of Demos?"

Xia Shanhu: "The same goes for the monk who spied on the donut before."

Cong Yue: "There is no normal person in their donuts."

Monk: "I don't like to hear what you say. Whether it's normal or not, you have to see who you compare it with."

Cong Yue: "Compared to anyone, you are also a wonderful flower."

Monk: "Compare with Fan Peiyang."

Cong Yue: "..."

Xia Shanhu: "I retract my preface. Monk, you are just an ordinary person."

Monk: "..."

This evaluation does not seem to make people too happy.

"Hey," Bai Luxie, who was lying on the ground over there, was bored, and asked the monk leisurely, "Your teammate has a good temperament, what did you do before you came here?"

"He really didn't say that," the monk rubbed his bare head, "When you enter our donuts, it depends on your strength, not the past. But I guess he is a painter, um, no mistake, every time he goes to a new place , he has to admire the scenery all day long, he must be looking for inspiration..."

"Huh." Demos, who had been staring at him for a long time, suddenly let out a short breath, raised his eyes and glanced at the monk a little tiredly, and said earnestly, "If you don't know, just say you don't know, don't imagine yourself."

Obviously, the gatekeeper has finished snooping.

The monk came curiously: "Didn't you look at the fear, and saw that he was working?"

Demos twitched the corner of his mouth: "Young actor on line 72."

"Eighteen lines." Slowly patted the sober five-fifths, resolutely justifying his name.

The passers-by were stunned.

No one thought that Wu Wufen was from the entertainment industry.

"What have you acted in?"

"TV series and movies?"

"Internet University is fine too!"

"Tell me something..."

Fifty-five points of the eyes that have been harvested in this life are the most enthusiastic at this moment.

I don't know whether to be happy or sad.

"Change your career." Demus said suddenly.

Five or five minutes did not respond: "What?"

Demos shook his head, looking at him with pity: "Your greatest fear is that you will be trapped here forever, unable to work, unable to open a business, disappearing from the sight of fans for a long time, and eventually end up with nothing. This person."

Fifty-five minutes there, there was no expression on his face, but it made people feel sad: "Why do you want to persuade me to change my career?"

He didn't seem surprised by his own fear, but cared about Demus's suggestion.

The passers-by understood his reaction.

In the entertainment industry, of course, the most fearful thing is not being popular, not to mention the [-]-[-]% in it, even gossip people like them can think of it, so this fear is not surprising.

It's just that, having passed so many levels, most people can only choose to accept the matter of "real life being disrupted" whether they are willing or not, but they still regard it as the deepest fear of five or five points. It hurts.

Because the outcome of this matter is already doomed.

"This is 2/10, and there are still more difficult hurdles waiting for you. Maybe one day, you will die. Even if you don't die, by the time you leave completely, your industry will have been replaced," Demos said. There was deep malice in the shallow smile, "Who will remember a 72-line actor?"

Five or five minutes looked at him silently for a while, and then said, like declaring war, like swearing: "I will definitely pass all the checkpoints as quickly as possible."

"Okay," Demos was not angry at the almost provocative words, but continued to chat: "Don't be the fastest, I think you can go out tomorrow, and my suggestion remains the same—— Change your career, you are not suitable for being in the entertainment circle at all."

Fifty-five minutes moved his lips slightly, as if he wanted to refute, but in the end, he didn't say anything.

He didn't say it, but Demus said for him: "99% of the fear in your heart comes from your career. You are afraid of negative evaluation, fear of poor acting skills, fear of love exposure, fear of fans turning black, fear of declining popularity, fear of aging face Collapsing..." At this point, Demos couldn't help but laugh, "If you can turn your career into a nightmare, you really have failed thoroughly enough."

He pursed his lips five to five times, his eyes showed stubbornness, unwillingness, but even more discouragement and despair.

Demos narrowed his eyes very quickly. The joy of driving the passer-by to a dead end with his own hands, and then watching him collapse little by little, has not been seen for a long time.

In fact, even if you can still speak now, it's useless.

Demos never listened to what the passers-by said, and the only thing that could influence his judgment was the "fear fluctuations" of the passers-by.When fear overwhelms everything, when despair overwhelms hope, he can sentence those who break through to death...

pat.

A drop of teardrop rolled out from the eyes of the five-fifth melancholy, hit the ground, a few petals splashed.

The audience was extremely quiet for an instant.

Demus was also stunned.

The whole audience was silent because of the passers-by who were sentenced to death, some were heart-piercing, and some were crying ghosts and howling wolves, but none of them cried as beautifully as [-] cents.

Sad but not hurt, the gods shed tears.

It's not fucking popular, it's too much for God!

Demos was stunned because before this tear, the fear fluctuation of five to five points was enough to be a "death sentence", but when this tear fell, the fear value of the passerby he perceived dropped by one-third Two more, a proper "passing area".

Is this tears?

This is a life-saving elixir!

Demos was confused, and urgently needed to understand the mental journey of the other party: "What are you crying for?"

"I didn't cry." Wuwufen raised his head, there was really no moisture in his eyes, and his eyes were clear and clear, like a gentle breeze and a bright moon.

"..." Demos didn't talk nonsense with him, looking straight down.

Fortunately, the teardrop on the ground has not yet evaporated.

"Oh, what are you talking about?" Wu Wu Fen lowered his eyes, looked at the ground, and sighed, "It's not tears, it's my previous ambition, but now it's broken."

Demus: "..."

All passers-by: "..."

Can you speak nicely?Can you!

"Before today, I was still dreaming," Wu Wufen took a deep breath and looked up at the ceiling of the temple, as if there was a starry sky there. If you get lucky cakes, they will become popular lately..."

"But what you said just now made me understand that I am not this material at all. The greatest tragedy in life is to set up an unrealistic ideal and hold a job that is not suitable for me..."

He was talking about five to five minutes, and suddenly took a step forward. The melancholy young man who once said "I'm afraid you're too close to me" grasped Demos's hand, with bright eyes and sincere words: "Thank you for waking me up. "

Demus: "..."

All passers-by: "..."

They sympathize with the eighteenth-tier young actors who recognize the cruel reality and start their lives from scratch, but they sympathize even more with the gatekeepers who are full of murderous intent and eventually become spiritual mentors.

"You..." Demos finally spoke out.

Eyes full of anticipation: "Clear customs?"

Demus: "Get out of my sight."

Worrying about the surge of killing intent and violating the rules and killing the passer, Demos chose the fastest speed to penetrate into the fear of the next passer - Whole Wheat - for nothing but to relax.

This time it went smoothly, he slid to the bottom and directly caught the biggest monster.

Unexpectedly, the monster unfolds, but it is a magical world where 1/10 and 2/10 are mixed and matched.

The land is an underground city.The criss-crossing dark alleys, dilapidated houses, and even the square and subway entrance have been restored one by one.

But on the periphery of this dungeon, there is a deep sea world.

To use a simple metaphor, it is like replacing the interior of the Water World Hotel with the appearance of an underground city.

This is the deepest fear in Whole Wheat's heart.

But Demus walked through the entire dungeon without seeing a single person or finding a single clue.

A ghost city of mixed styles.

What kind of fear is this?

Demos stood in the empty subway square, looking around, confused.

He had never encountered such a situation.

He couldn't understand the fear of a passer-by?

Even Fan Peiyang, when he saw the abyss bookshelf, he knew that each book on the bookshelf was one of fear. Although there were some deviations later, at least the early prying did not encounter obstacles.

What the hell is this!

The passers-by didn't know the sad experience of the gatekeeper, but only knew that he stared at the whole wheat for no less than Wu Wufen, and the expression he stared at seemed more complicated than when he was facing Wu Wufen.

The gatekeeper blinked, and the spying was over. He couldn't wait to give Quanmai time, and the first second the other party recovered, he threw away his deepest fear: "A dungeon built in a water world."

Quanmai was still a little dazed and didn't keep up with the speed of the assessment, "Huh? What?"

"Your deepest fear." Demos would not say such stupid things as "explain to me". If he said it, it would be tantamount to admitting that he didn't understand. For a proud gatekeeper, this is dignity destruction.

Whole Wheat: "Deepest fear? Mine? Dungeon? Waterworld?"

Demos: "One, built in the water world, the ground, the lower, the city."

Whole Wheat: "What's That Fear?"

Demus: "This needs you to explain to me!"

Dignity, ruin.

Fortunately, Quanmai was kind and didn't make trouble. When Demos asked him to explain, he immediately fell into deep thought.

Demus looked up at the ceiling of the temple, but there was no starry sky.

Looking down at his evening dress again, the holes torn apart by the shadow of the wolf are still very eye-catching.

It's been too long a night.

He wants to get off work.

"I understand!" Quanmai clenched a fist with one hand, and pounded on the palm of the other hand, with a "snap".

Demos instantly calmed down and looked directly at the passer-by in front of him.

Quanmai didn't look at him, because he was still immersed in the joy of "cracking the answer", and said to himself: "There is no sunshine in the dungeon, right, and there is no sunshine in the water world, right, so in my fear, they merged, expressing my worry There will be no sunshine for all the levels in the future. Damn, this is definitely a nightmare!"

Demos felt like he had heard a fake explanation, because it was completely illogical: "Why is it a nightmare without sunlight?"

Whole wheat without saying a word, take off the top, strong muscles, even and beautiful wheat skin tone, full of hormones: "If I don't sunbathe, how can I maintain my tan?"

Demus: "..."

All passers-by: "..."

Demos: "Are you in the same organization as the [-]th Front?"

Whole Wheat: "Yes, strawberry donuts."

Demus: "Any circle, you two are the same."

Whole Wheat: "Pass?"

All passers-by: "Get out of his sight——"

It wasn't just the gatekeepers who were tormented, but everyone who watched the whole process wanted to throw the donuts into outer space.

No, a monk must be added.

Can't you donuts have a serious fear!

But at the end of the day, it’s still citric acid.

They worked so hard to pass the level, and the donuts said a few words, and they passed.

But they couldn't say anything, because everyone could see that the real reason they cleared the level was precisely—there was no fear.Even if fear is not serious, it is naturally impossible to be forced to collapse by the gatekeepers.The only five-five-pointer with slightly more emotional fluctuations also gave up his professionalism in seconds after the gods shed tears, and adjusted so quickly. This kind of strong psychological quality will pass whoever guards the level.

What?Fan Peiyang cleared the customs more strongly, why was he not caught by citric acid?

Very simple.

You can reach the heights you can reach even if you work hard. If others go up first, you are not reconciled. This is called citric acid.

You can't even reach a height by riding a sky-swapping monkey. Others go up first, and that's called "Mr. Fan, please be respected by my younger brother."

So far, all the non-badge camps have "finished chatting".

At present, a total of 12 people have cleared the customs, nine people died, and three people did not talk to each other.

All three are in the badge camp.

With [-] Fen and Whole Wheat entering the clearer camp, there are only two camps left in the temple.

Passer.

Tang Lin, Qi Hua, Bai Luxie.

Demos rubbed his temples, and paced in front of the three of them. The previous excitement of "I'll save the delicious food for last" was gone, and the four characters "quickly call it a day" hung brightly on his face, so Even some malicious words that created a tense atmosphere were omitted, and his eyes swept back and forth among the three, and finally settled on Bai Luxie who still didn't get up: "Lie down quite comfortably, then you."

Bai Lu lay on his side, resting his head on one hand, his posture remained motionless: "I refuse."

Demos suspected that he had heard it wrong, "You... what?"

"Refused." Bai Lu slanted and faltered, and his words were correct.

Demos didn't know whether to be angry or to laugh: "Okay, since you don't want to talk, just die, it's so simple."

Bai Lu tilted his head straight, and stood up neatly: "Who said I don't want to talk? I just don't want to talk now." He raised one eyebrow, and the corners of his mouth curled up wickedly, "Don't you want to save the most powerful for last?" He glanced at Tang Lin casually, "You decided that he will be at the end, first come, first served, I won't fight, but you have to leave me a second pick, right?"

The arrogant passer-by rekindled the passion of Demus.

He even couldn't wait to confront this lunatic in a white shirt: "I can satisfy your request, but your strength should match your arrogance."

"Just try it if you don't believe it." Bai Lu smiled indifferently, "I can kill everyone here within 3 minutes."

All passers-by: "..."

What are they doing wrong? ?

Demos didn't go crazy with Bai Luxie, he really cleared the temple, and he was tired all night.

However, considering that the challenger was very appetizing to him, he still agreed to the other party's application and put him in the penultimate place--in fact, there were three people in total, and the so-called postponement was nothing more than exchanging positions between him and Qi Hua.

Qi Hua, the team leader of Homecoming Mission Water World.

Demos didn't have the habit of doing homework in advance, so when he entered the temple, he didn't know Qi Hua's identity, but after prying into Cong Yue's fear, he didn't want to know this identity, but he knew it.

The fat man who was worried about being scolded and scolded, in his deepest fear, was the figure of Team Leader Qi.

"If you let him go later, then you can only be brought forward." Demos came to Qi Hua and pretended to ask, "You don't have any objections, do you?"

Qi Hua smiled, not showing too much emotion: "Sooner or later we have to talk, the order is not important."

Demos squinted his eyes and looked at him for a moment: "You are very determined."

Qi Hua's body tensed slightly, it was a subconscious defense, but her voice was still chatting peacefully: "Have you started spying on me?"

Demos shook his head with a smile: "I'm talking about before. There was a traitor in your homecoming team. I wanted to kill him, but two VIPs jumped out to rescue him. From the beginning to the end, you, the team leader, were calm."

Qi Hua didn't avoid his gaze, and said in a deep voice, "This is the temple, it's a 2/10 checkpoint, not a place where the Home Returning Group cleans up the door."

Demos tilted his head: "Can I understand what you just said as respect for me?"

Qi Hua said nothing, neither admitting nor denying it.

Demos didn't ask any more questions, but looked at him with a half-smile, and kept looking into his eyes.

Qi Hua froze instantly, as if being entangled by an invisible, icy rope.

Demos spied very quickly this time, and pulled away in the blink of an eye, his expression becoming a little subtle.

Demus saw his heart.

Qi Hua knew.

His fears, his secrets, could not be hidden.

He wanted to escape, but he had to stand still, he didn't want to ask, but he had to open his mouth: "What is it?"

Demos looked at Qi Hua's stubborn face, and couldn't help but want to pierce his disguise, make him more embarrassed, more embarrassing, more embarrassing, more embarrassing, this is the most primitive joy of the assessment.

"Inquiring doesn't make you look braver. In fact, your fear is the most ridiculous one I've spied tonight..."

Qi Hua raised her head abruptly, a look of sternness flashed in her eyes, as if she wanted to kill Demos to silence her.

But Demos knew that the leader of the returning home team didn't dare, and all his aggressiveness was reserved for people who were weaker than him.

The passers-by failed to catch the undercurrent between Demos and Qi Hua.

They only saw Qi Hua look up, and then the gatekeeper's laughing voice spread throughout the entire temple——

"What you are most afraid of is actually returning to reality."