midnight ten

Temple, open-air courtyard.

The lush plants form a dark shadow in the night, and occasionally the wind blows, swaying and floating, like ghosts in the dark.

A blond man in a black cloak lay leisurely among the grass and trees, with his hands on the pillow, looking at the projection screen in mid-air.

Soon, a handsome face appeared on the projection screen, with a slight frown between his brows, and it seemed that no one was in a beautiful mood.

"What's the matter?" Tire has never liked tedious small talk, and he may even pretend to be polite to others, but not to Demos, because this guy doesn't know how to figure out other people's moods. If you are polite to him, he will really react." The terrible delusion that you are popular".

"I can't find you if I have nothing to do?" Demos said while manipulating the projection screen, zooming out the viewing angle until Tyre's whole body was reflected on the projection screen. When he saw that the other party was sitting on a rocking chair with a book, Instantly understood, "Oh, I interrupted your reading again."

This "again" is very soulful, and Tyr is so soulful that he doesn't even bother to say more. He glanced at the time in the upper corner of the projection screen, and his displeasure turned into doubt: "Shouldn't you be in the temple now?"

Demos took it for granted: "I am here."

Tyre was even more surprised: "Where is the breaker?"

Demos: "There are still 7 minutes before they have the honor to see me."

Tyr: "..."

That is to say, there are still 7 minutes, and the passer-by should see 2/10 of the gatekeeper, and this gatekeeper, lying on the grass with nothing to do, suddenly wanted to interrupt his midnight reading time , ready to chat.

Tyr couldn't understand this brain circuit.

As if he couldn't understand, Demos took the risk of violating the rules and happily slipped to the 1/10 dungeon pass to test the quality of passers in advance.

"Guess how many people entered the temple this time?" Demus asked suddenly.

According to past experience, the number of passers-by who can successfully enter the temple and see Deimos through two tests usually fluctuates between 40-60, but Tyre thought about the 1/10 he had just defended not long ago, to There were only 13 people in front of him, so he subtracted some from the average as appropriate: "30?"

Demos shook his head: "As of now, there are 22 people."

The columned hall can be seen from the open-air courtyard. Demus counted the number of passers-by, after all, they all wanted to play with him.

"So little?" Tyre closed the book, a little concerned.

Demos sighed lightly: "You really don't know."

Tyre turned serious: "What happened?"

He felt strange when he was guarding 1/10. In the past, it was necessary to select the passers-by who came to the last carriage from left to right, and cut the number to the maximum limit of 20 allowed to pass the pass. Not enough for 20.He thought it was just a coincidence, didn't it?

"The owl has increased the difficulty of the trial area," Demos said casually, "I'm considering whether to cooperate with it and raise my assessment standards."

This explanation surprised Tyre.

He has been in the trial area for so long, and the owl has been running stably.This system, which has matured many years ago, does not need human intervention for a long time. It runs without change and fluctuation, so stable that it is almost inertial, just like an old man approaching his twilight years.

"Is it because the owl made it more difficult?" Tier only guarded the end of the level, and didn't know what happened to the passer-by during the process of clearing the level. He was still skeptical about it, "Where did you get the news?"

"Those guys above." Demos shared the information without hesitation, "It is said that there is an owl jade in the breeding area, which was accidentally discovered and destroyed by the passers-by, so the owl's self-protection system was activated, and the breeding area and the test area were separated. The difficulty of the refining area has increased simultaneously."

The cultivation area is the checkpoint before the dungeon.

The trial area is the level after the dungeon, including the dungeon.

Different from the trial area, all the energy for the operation of the level in the cultivation area comes from the owl jade, and the destruction of the owl jade is definitely a high-risk accident for the owl system, no wonder.

Tyr: "Now, what about the cultivation area?"

Although there is no one of our own there, it is the source of the passers-by after all. If there is a problem with the source, the trial area will inevitably be affected.

"The level where the owl jade was destroyed was closed for a day, and it has been repaired long ago." Demos didn't care at all.

Tyr was a little worried: "Are you sure it was destroyed unintentionally? Maybe they knew that the owl jade was the energy source of the cultivation area, and they deliberately..."

"You overestimate the IQ of these bugs," Demos interrupted him disdainfully, "Don't say they didn't think of it at all, even if they thought of it, it's useless. Owl jade can share energy restoration, unless they are on the same night Dig out and destroy the 13 yuan owl jade in the cultivation area together."

Right.

Among the thirteen levels in the cultivation area, the places where Owl Jade is hidden are all random. Only Owl System knows it. There are passers-by who are willing to do this.

If all these conditions are superimposed, it is basically impossible to succeed.

Shaking off the ridiculous sense of crisis, Tire suddenly caught a glimpse of the injury on Demus' jaw.The wound has healed into a pale whitish mark, but because Demus's skin is whiter, it can still be seen if you look closely.

This reminded Tyre of missing the culprit: "Where did Huo Xu go?"

The sudden mention of his name made Demos's expression turn ugly: "Did you do it on purpose?"

"Just asking," Tyre said with a pure face, "after all, he is a passer-by who can hurt you, and it's rare."

Tire rarely remembered the names of passers-by, but Huo Xu was an exception.

That is a very special boy, almost the youngest among all the passers-by, but the strongest, at least the most potential among the passers-by tested by Tire.In addition to strength, the young man's loneliness and stubbornness also left a deep impression on him - there were 20 people who cleared the level, 19 of them had organizations or partners, only he was alone, and from the beginning to the end, he didn't tell anyone else. One sentence.

However, no matter how great the potential was, Tire never expected that Huo Xu would grow so fast. He had just reached 2/10 and was promoted to the second-level stationery tree, so he could actually hurt Demos.Even if Demos underestimated the enemy, this result was extraordinary.As for the boy's blond hair, which is exactly the same as that of Demos, it adds a more interesting color to this "confrontation".

This matter spread throughout the trial area.

He didn't ask Demos about his post-war feelings, but through Demos' insistence on not treating the wound and allowing the wound to recover slowly, he could get a glimpse of the opponent's "unforgettable".

"Still in the assembly area for the 3/10 customs clearance," Demos twitched the corner of his mouth, "I didn't enter the 4/10 opening twice."

Tyr smiled: "You are still watching closely."

Demos narrowed his eyes: "I beat you to disfigurement, and you will always miss me."

"Okay," Tyre looked at the time, it was exactly 8 minutes before they talked, "You are already 1 minute late."

"It's not you rambling." Demos stood up leisurely, without a sense of urgency at all, and justified himself.

Till looked at the light blonde hair on the projection screen, a little dazzled, and concluded decisively: "It's broken."

Just as he was about to end the call, he suddenly heard Moss talking to himself: "I don't know if I can meet that guy."

Tyr stopped, curiosity on the line: "Which one?"

Demos shrugged his shoulders: "That's what I told you, the last time I went through the pass on your side, I saw a very interesting guy, and asked someone to scream to break my [Sphinx Mystery]. "

Tyr doesn't remember much of it.

In fact, he found the thirteen guys who cleared the level 100% last time quite interesting.But this can’t be said. His 100% customs clearance rate has replaced Demos’s injury, and he has become the new gossip in the trial area. What he should do now is to remain silent and pretend to be stupid.

"It's broken." The abrupt conclusion came online again, and Tyre ended the call without hesitation.

"..." Demos stood in the night wind of the temple, thinking, Tire has few friends, so there is no injustice.

At the same time, within the temple.

Counting Tang Lin and Fan Peiyang who entered last, there were a total of 24 passers-by. At this moment, they looked at each other in blank dismay, completely unaware of what was going on.

<Cheat Sheet> Let them walk through the columned hall and enter the temple. They entered, and then the temple was empty, not even a ghost.

"Boss is absent from work?" A handsome man in a white shirt sat under a pillar in the corner of the temple, teasing casually, his eyes and brows full of evil spirits.

This is the only one wearing a white shirt in the audience, so Tang Lin doesn't have to recall the specific description of his teammates anymore.

The white group, Bai Luxie, the man who snatched the neck rings of Zhuzi, Nange, Edogawa, and Yise, plus his own and his own target, with the sixth ring in his hand, the wealth is incomparable.

"Shut up if I were you," a member of the Home Returning Mission continued, teasing maliciously, "Demus can talk to us through the air, so be careful not to be overheard by him."

A total of six people from the returning home group entered the temple, Qi Hua, Cong Yue, and four others.

Tang Lin and Fan Peiyang only knew Cong Yue, and although Qi Hua played with [Painted Skin] for a long time, Qi Hua never showed her real appearance.

From the moment the two of them entered the temple, the fatter man was first relieved in surprise, and then lowered his round head, either staring at his toes, playing with the hem of his clothes, or pretending to check his arms, but he didn't dare to meet their eyes.

Inside and out of the broad body, there are two words in capital letters—guilt.

Apparently Cong Yue knew Qi Hua's plan in the Ring City, but after all, he was still a member of the Returning Home Mission, so he couldn't stand on the VIP's side and identify his team leader.

But he didn't want to make a confession, and he was afraid that Qi Hua would not give up and find another chance to plot against him.

Once this came and went, it became tangled.

Tang Rin was so entangled that he felt sorry for him, and wished he could send a message with his mind - we have figured out everything we need to figure out, and there is really no need for Infernal Affairs.

Of the six members of the returning home group, except for Cong Yue, there were five remaining. Four of them would glance at the fifth person from time to time, and the fifth person who stood at the farthest side, the most inconspicuous, only watched the whole audience from beginning to end.

Leaders all have their own aura, some temperament is not what you want to hide, you can hide it if you want.

Tang Rin locked on to that person almost at the first sight.

An ordinary face with almost no memory, the kind that can be automatically invisible when thrown into the sea, but the coldness and cunning in the eyes, hidden in the depths, still reveal a trace.

Tang Lin thought, Qi Hua definitely didn't know that he would be recognized, because in his cognition, Da Sixi had already died in the well, so the information "Qi Hua, the leader of the returning home group = Huapi" does not exist , so anyone he meets later with the face of [Painted Skin] will only know that there is a [Painted Skin] among the passers-by, but the real identity of this person is blank.

That's why he stood there calmly now, watching the audience openly.

Tang Lin looked at it secretly. He locked and identified Qi Hua first, and then turned his gaze to the entire hall of the temple.

Not counting him and Fan Peiyang, there are a total of 22 people here, and after removing the six members of the returning home team, there are 16 people left——

Donut trio, monk, fifty cents, whole wheat.

There are three Kongming Lanterns, but no Zhou Yunhui.

There are four people in the Iron Blood Camp, but there is no He Lu, and Tang Lin is fully responsible for this.

There are four people in the ten clubs, including Cui Zhan, the team leader who smokes, is belligerent but is a good young man.

There is one person in the white group, and the white road is inclined.

There is one person who rises step by step, a delicate young man with a tiger flower tattoo on his arm, his personal temperament is incompatible with the tattoo temperament.

As soon as Tang Lin's eyes circled around, he saw a black figure passing through the columned hall, from far to near.

Others also noticed that the original noise suddenly disappeared, just like the calm before the storm.

A man in a black cloak entered the hall without stopping, walking towards the front of the temple.

The Kongming Lantern happened to be in his way.

The black cloak walked up to the three Kongming Lanterns, stopped, tilted his head slightly, and looked at them quietly without saying a word.

After a few seconds of confrontation, the three reluctantly moved aside.

Satisfied, the black cloak continued forward until it came to the only statue in the temple, then turned around and flipped down the hooded hat, revealing a head of dazzling light golden hair.

Everyone was stunned.

It's not just because of his hair color, and it's not just because of his handsome and aristocratic face, but he and the statue behind him are almost carved out of the same mold.

"Welcome to the temple of Deimos."

The man smiled slightly, his deep facial features set against his cold white skin, like a blood race who was said to be immortal.

Of the 24 passers-by, none made a sound.

In the terrifying silence, there is instinctive fear.

The voice of Demos runs through the two tests of [Deep Sea Fear] and [People's Fear], and this voice is almost bound together with the shadow of fear.The appearance of the deity not only did not eliminate the fear, but made the shadow even stronger.

"Don't be nervous," the culprit was calm, and he even comforted them, "Passing two tests in a row has fully proved your combat effectiveness. When you come to me, you don't need to fight..."

"Then what do you want to assess?" Cui Zhan still couldn't bear his impatience and asked directly.

Demus didn't like to be interrupted, but the pleasant anticipation of the upcoming "test" still increased his tolerance.

"It's not so much an assessment, it's more a chat." Demos looked at everyone present, "Talk about the biggest fear in your heart, talk about it, pass the level, if the talk is not good, goodbye."

A brother of Kong Mingdeng interjected: "How do you count as having a good chat or not?"

Demos took it for granted: "It depends on my mood."

The audience: "..."

"You should celebrate now." Demos said, "Meet me, just talk about the ultimate fear, if you enter the 'ultimate fear', it will be a deep experience."

Donut Monk: "Deep experience?"

Demos: "Whatever you are afraid of will appear."

The monk was stunned for a moment, and his brain uncontrollably brought up countless childhood shadows: "...fuck."

The author has something to say: the owl jade mentioned in this chapter is the plot line in "Zi Ye Owl", but it doesn't matter if you haven't seen it.

Then about the timeline. When the VIPs passed the first level, in "Ziye Owl", it was the level of prestige and money to break through flying chess. Xiao Sanhua dug out the owl jade for the first time, and then the level was closed for a day to repair itself, and then some time passed.So in the near future, prestige and money will start a series of thirteen levels to destroy the first thirteen levels, which is the "cultivation area" mentioned in this chapter.

Chapter 90 Special Imprint┃"Your greatest fear is probably me, then I will be disappointed..."

After explaining the ultimate fear, Demos did not forget to justify himself: "I said earlier, seeing me is much happier than entering the 'ultimate fear'."

The 24 passers-by have no one to take over, and I feel hehe.

It's the difference between unlucky and more unlucky.

"Okay, the prologue is over." Demos looked up into the sky, as if there was a control screen that only he could see.

The next moment, his eyebrows moved slightly.

A large beam of purple light suddenly shot down from the top wall of the temple, covering all passers-by below in the light, and also dyed the entire temple in lavender.

Everyone was startled at first, but soon realized that being in it didn't feel too special, it seemed that there was just an extra purple searchlight above their heads.

After a few seconds, the purple light receded, and the temple returned to its original dim light.

Then everyone heard Demos' voice: "Look at your arms now, those with special marks go to my left, and those without marks go to my right."

"What special mark?" Someone quickly raised his arm to check, but he didn't see anything, so he muttered with some dissatisfaction, "At least give me a specific description."

Tang Lin also raised his arm, but suddenly found that next to the original owl pattern, there was another lavender pattern, which faintly shone with fluorescence, just like going to some nightclub parties, and would be covered on his arm when entering the door The kind of luminous imprint.

The imprint is about the size of a one-dollar coin, in the shape of a shield, with a giant sword lying across it, giving off a fierce fighting atmosphere.

This is the so-called special mark?

Nadmos really doesn't need to explain much, because some people can understand it naturally by raising their arms.

Tang Lin put down his arm, wanting to see Fan Peiyang's situation, but unexpectedly raised his eyes, and found that the other party had already checked and was staring at his arm.

"Same as you." Without waiting for Tang Lin to ask, Fan Peiyang directly gave the result.

Tang Lin didn't know what the mark meant, but no matter what it meant, it meant that he would face the same situation as Fan Peiyang, and maybe they could join forces to face it, so he felt a little relieved: "We stand on the same side."

"Yeah." Fan Peiyang walked with him to the left of Demos, "If you want people with the same mark to kill each other later, you don't have to think about it, just do it."

Tang Rin: "..."

No wonder no matter how hard he practiced, he couldn't catch up with Fan Peiyang's comprehensive danger level.

The real gap is not physical strength, not attack power, but this high-level combat awareness of "putting oneself in purgatory at all times".

With the movement of passers-by, the 24 people gradually formed two camps, one on the left and one on the other, facing Demos together.

Standing on the left is a reporter with a special seal, a total of six people—Tang Lin, Fan Peiyang, the monk from Donut, Cui Zhan from the Ten Society, Bai Luxie from the White Group, and Qi Hua from the Returning Home Mission.

The remaining 18 people gathered on the right.

Obviously, those with special marks are a minority.

Demos didn't confuse everyone for too long. After all the passers stood still, he announced the answer: "The gatekeeper of each pass will leave his own badge on the passers he is more optimistic about."

"So?" Cui Zhan shook his arm, "This broken sword is..."

"Tyr." Demos responded happily, seeming to agree with the word "broken sword".

Tang Rin had already prepared for this answer.

They are in 2/10, and the only level they have passed is only 1/10. The only gatekeeper who has confronted them is Tyre, and Tyre is the god of war and justice in Norse legends, and is a representative of courage. With a giant sword badge, it fits his positioning very well.

It's just that Tang Lin didn't expect that Till would stamp him and Fan Peiyang as well.

After all, the battle between the two of them and Tire was not pleasant, especially Mr. Fan.

"I'm not a giant sword." Qi Hua, who had been keeping a low profile and silent, couldn't help but speak out.

Tang Lin, Fan Peiyang, Cui Zhan, and the monk all looked over at the same time when they heard the sound, and found that the badge pattern on Qi Hua's arm was a boot.

"I know you are not," Demus recognized his badge pattern at a glance, "It is Vader who stamped you."

Qi Hua fell silent.

Vader is indeed the gatekeeper he met in 1/10.

Tang Lin frowned slightly, quickly analyzing and processing the newly obtained information.

Vader, the god of the forest in Norse mythology, is characterized by wearing a boot, so he uses the boot as his emblem, just like Tyr uses the giant sword as his emblem.

Vader, Tyr, and the names of the 1/10 gatekeepers all chose Nordic mythology, which may be to correspond to the theme of the 1/10 level, or there may be other meanings.

But this is not the point. What Tang Lin really cares about is the existence of these passers-by.

They seem to be implementing some kind of "rotation on duty" system, and on different batches of checkpoint opening days, they enter the bottom of the checkpoint and welcome the passers-by.

Is it an NPC whose order of appearance is set in advance?

Or is it someone who works on the level for some unknown reason or drive?

A frivolous whistle suddenly escaped from Demus' beautiful lips.

Tang Lin looked up and found that the other party was looking at Bai Luxie.

Unlike them or Qi Hua, the badge on Bai Lu's slanted arm is the profile of a beautiful long-haired woman.

"Sif doesn't stamp people easily," Demos stared at the tear mole in Bai Lu's sideways eyes, as if he recognized something, with a subtle expression like a meddling onlooker and gossip, "You just put Sif The one who pissed off..." He tried hard to recall Sif's words, "...a scumbag?"

25 pairs of passers-by's eyes all focused on Bai Luxie.

I don't know who Sif is, but it sounds like it should be the gatekeeper that Bailu met when he crossed 1/10. It's just that the gatebreaker fights against the gatekeeper. The evaluation range that can be obtained is nothing more than "I think you can do it, pass" Or "I don't think you can do it, die", what kind of new assessment result is "scumbag"?

"It's just cutting off a section of her hair." Bai Luxie shrugged lightly, looking back at the passers-by with an innocent face, "Scumbag?"

The donut monk touched his bald head and said rigorously: "It depends on the meaning of hair to the other party."

Qingxiu Xiashanhu from the camp without badges asked weakly, "Who is Sif..."

"In Nordic mythology, the goddess of land and harvest," Tang Lin answered him. "It is said that she has long golden hair, and the shining color is more beautiful than gold, so Sif is very proud of her hair."

All passers-by: "..."

Scumbag.

"This atmosphere is right, let's chat," Demos walked down from the statue leisurely, "Although you only have one badge now, you may have two, three... and other levels When the gatekeeper sees the badge, he will know that you have been recognized by someone. For those who have been stamped by multiple gatekeepers, we often focus on the investigation. After all—”

His tone was slightly raised, with superiority and contempt from the bottom of his heart: "Only those with potential are worthy of careful cultivation."

It is "cultivation theory" again.

Everyone fell silent. At this moment, they realized clearly that the so-called gatekeeper's badge was not so much a recognition as a materialization.Just like slaughterhouses will stamp live pigs so that consumers can see at a glance which ones are high-quality pork and which ones can be eaten with more confidence.

This unbearable sense of contempt does not only exist in badges, nor does it exist only in gatekeepers. It is filled with every setting and every rule in this level world.

Humiliation, weirdness, like a shadow, hard to break free.

"Let's start with your side first." Demos stopped in the middle of the two camps, turned to the side without badges, glanced at the eighteen people gathered together, and finally stopped at the man closest to him .

It was a member of the returning home team, tall and burly, with a flat head and square face, standing next to Cong Yue, a step away from Demos, Demos turned around, and happened to be facing him.

Looking at each other, the square face tensed instantly, and the standing posture became stiff.

"Your biggest fear is probably me," Demos sneered, and gradually looked into the depths of the square face's eyes, "Then I will be disappointed..."

Fang Lian seemed to want to speak, but he opened his mouth a few times, but failed to speak. Then, under the gaze of Demus, he gradually lost his mind.

An inexplicable chill crawled up the backs of the audience.

What is this ability?

Hypnotized?

Dementia?

"Oh—" In Demos' deliberately prolonged ending, Fang's face came back to life, and his eyes gradually became clear.

Demos smiled, and said in a voice that everyone could hear: "So what you are most afraid of now is being known by others, and you killed Gong Fanming."

The square face suddenly turned into a pale face, bloodless.

The other three members of the Home Returning Mission exclaimed in astonishment, "What did you say?!"

Cong Yue next to him questioned Fang Mian in disbelief: "Didn't you say that Lao Gong was killed by someone who snatched his neck ring?!"

With a few simple sentences, everyone present could understand.

To make Cong Yue call "Old Gong" directly, he is obviously a companion, that is, a member of the Returning Home Mission.

This man has died in the ordeal of [Fear in the Heart].

Square Face said he was killed by the collar snatcher, and now, Demus said, it was Square Face who killed him.

Between Square Face and Deimos, there must be someone who is lying.

"How could I kill Lao Gong!" Fang Lian finally recovered his voice, together with the aura that could not be humiliated, "He is deliberately sowing discord—"

After spraying Cong Yue with "do not trust himself", he angrily reprimanded Demos again: "Lao Gong is my brother, you say I will kill him? Ha! Even if you make up a lie, make it up to be more reliable!"

"Old Gong—"

A sincere call suddenly exploded above everyone's heads, with a noisy ambient sound.

All passers-by looked up in surprise.

I saw a large projection screen floating in the air, on the screen was the Ring City in the test of [People's Fear].

The square-faced man who had just finished setting up the "Old Gong is my brother" Flag rushed to his injured partner with a worried expression in the replay of the projected screen: "Who hurt you?"

The seriously injured partner didn't have the energy to say too much, so he could only spit out a few fragmented words: "Illusion...healing..."

Obviously, he was seeking a healing phantom from his companions.

The square face on the projection screen also understood, because he responded: "Don't worry, I will save you!"

But his action is another direction.

He picked up the opponent's arm, and then opened his and the opponent's <Stationery Box> at the same time. Under the eyes of his partner desperately asking for help, he transferred all the remaining stationery of the opponent to his own bag.

Every stationery falls, there will be a "ding" sound.

The hope, survival, astonishment, struggle, and all the light in the eyes of the seriously injured partner are slowly annihilated in the sound of "ding", until they are ashes.

In the far distance of the screen, there are two other members of the Home Returning Mission, one of whom is one of the three members of the Home Returning Mission who are now astonished.

Fang Lian spotted them first, and then looked down at the dying Lao Gong, as if evaluating whether Lao Gong's last breath could last until the two approached.

As a result of the evaluation, he pulled out the dagger from his boot and stabbed Lao Gong in the heart from the back.

Two members of the returning home group finally found out that there were still companions here, and ran over quickly.

Fang Lian put away the knife early, and put on a look of grief.

Casting stops here.

One of the members of the Home Returning Group who hadn't figured out the situation in the picture, could not understand it at this moment. He almost grabbed the square face by the collar, and his voice trembled with anger: "Are you still a fucking human—"

"I didn't!" Fang Lian refused to admit it, his voice was higher than that of the other party, "It's not easy for them NPCs to make a fake video!"

Cong Yue took advantage of his unpreparedness, grabbed the square-faced arm and opened the <Stationery Box>, twisting his forearm to compulsively reveal the contents inside: "Then what about these stationery? You are not even satisfied with a line of stationery." , Now that there are more of these, it was Demus who stuffed them in for you to frame you?!"

By this time and here, it is actually very clear.

All the passers-by could see that Fang Lian was holding on. Cong Yue and the three members of the Home Returning Mission were both shocked and indignant, and wanted to avenge Lao Gong by killing him.Qi Hua remained calm, standing in the badge camp from the beginning to the end, watching the fire from the other side, as if the infighting was someone else's family, and had nothing to do with him, the leader of the returning home team.

"Go to hell——" Fang Lian suddenly became angry with embarrassment. He threw away the brothers from the returnee group who were pulling him, and Cong Yue who was holding his arm, and leaned over to crash into Demos.

The passers-by scattered around at once, except for a few members of the returning home group, the rest knew to retreat to avoid being accidentally injured.

Fang's face turned from embarrassment into anger, which was actually an emotional breakdown.

The secret that I most wanted to hide in my heart was dug out. Fear, embarrassment, embarrassment, and finally mixed into overwhelming pressure, broke out to the culprit.

People are absolutely out of control in this situation.

He just wanted to vent his emotions, he just wanted to break through the predicament, and he didn't measure the situation at all, such as how far apart he and Demos were in terms of strength.

The onlookers who retreated to a safe distance could almost meet the next face-slapping scene.

Square face hit empty.

Because Demos backed away a long way with a "swoosh", the speed was so fast that it was impossible to see how he did it.

But Fang Lian was not slow either.

At the same time as he bumped into people, he had already activated the stationery tree. In an instant, countless leaves as thin as a cicada's wings and with sharp edges attacked Demos overwhelmingly, like a net of green blades!

His eyes were already red, his hands clenched into fists, his muscles tensed, obviously pouring all his energy into this attack.

Deimos had nowhere to hide, the leaves were coming from all directions, and the only thing he could do seemed to be defense.

But he didn't move.

Just quietly looking at Fang Face, looking through the mottled green leaves, looking straight into Fang Face's eyes like when he was spying on the other party's "inner fear" for the first time.

The sharp green leaves stopped for an instant.

The square face was also frozen there, as if struck by lightning suddenly, and the wide eyes bulged out.

A few seconds later, the life-threatening green leaf disappeared, and Fang Lian fell backwards to the ground.

He was facing up to the sky, his face was full of horror, and he would not die with peace in his eyes.

The entire temple was eerily silent.

Fang Lian's death caused a momentary blank in the brains of all passers-by.

What they thought was slapping the face, Demos' unilateral lesson, crushing, but they never thought that people would die silently like this.

What's even more frightening is that they didn't even know what Demus had done.

The blond gatekeeper finally took off his cloak.

An elegant black evening dress, in the dim light of the temple, noble and beautiful.

He calmly walked to the square-faced corpse, kicked him twice in disgust, then raised his head, and broke the dead silence with a casual and slightly complaining tone: "I didn't have a good chat, next one."

Chapter 91 Ultimate Fear┃<Cheat Sheet>: Friendly reminder, please be sure to pay attention to emotional control at all times.

Tick.

Tick.

Zheng Luozhu woke up to the regular sound of water droplets.

The first thing I saw was a rusty faucet, which should have been screwed on, but water was still dripping from the spout.

Every drop hits right in the sink.

There are piles of used dishes, cups and plates, the oil stains on them are moldy, and the smell comes back from the drain, which is disgusting.

This is an old kitchen, and he is huddled in a damp corner of the kitchen, holding his bent knees with his hands, half of his face is buried in his knees, only his eyes are exposed, and a few cockroaches swaggered past him, Treat him like nothing.

This is a very uncomfortable position.

Zheng Luozhu didn't know why he was in this position, his legs and neck were sore and uncomfortable.

He didn't know where it was, which made him feel a little dazed and irritated.

But he didn't change his posture, just rolled his eyes and looked around secretly.

The tiles on the kitchen wall have lost their original color after years of smoke and fire, and most of them are covered with cracks. The corners of a few tiles are simply broken, exposing the blackened cement underneath.

There is a thick layer of oil stains on the stove for many years, and there are still dried foreign objects on it, like food residue splashed on the stove when cooking, or the corpses of some insects.

The old-fashioned range hood above the stove was completely covered with dark yellow grease, and every gap in the range hood was tightly blocked, making it doubtful whether it could still work.

The kitchen had no windows, just a low wattage light bulb that was burning weakly.

Dirty, dark, rundown, depressing.

"Ding--"

The crisp and bright prompt sound is particularly abrupt in such an environment.

Zheng Luozhu was excited, and immediately raised his arms to check. This movement seemed to break some kind of "seal", and his bent knees were lowered to the sides, changing to a more casual and comfortable cross-legged position.

<cheat sheet>: Welcome to Ultimate Fear.

The reminder was very short, only one line, but just as Zheng Luozhu had scanned it, he received a second one.

"Ding--"

<Cheat Sheet>: The [Fear Necklace] has been re-worn.

Scared neck ring?

Just as Zheng Luozhu had doubts in his heart, his neck tightened suddenly, it was already bound, and he touched it with his hands, it was hard and cold.

He was all too familiar with this touch.

But isn't this thing a tool for the last test? If he hadn't been robbed of the neck ring, he wouldn't have fallen here. What's the point of returning the neck ring to him now?

"Ding--"

<Cheat sheet>: [Fear neck ring] will quantify the wearer's "fear" into "fear value" and display it in real time. "Fear value" fluctuates between "0-100" according to the fear emotion. When the value reaches 100, exceeding the maximum load of [Fear Neck Ring], [Fear Neck Ring] will be