midnight ten

An electric current is generated, causing the wearer's heart to paralyze and die instantly.

"Ding--"

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

Zheng Luozhu: "..."

I'm really worried about the life of the passers-by, so don't wear this crap!After wearing it, a friendly reminder, friendship you motherfucker!

After waiting for a few seconds to make sure there was no more new information, Zheng Luozhu walked out of the kitchen door and looked into the living room—the kitchen and the living room are only separated by a transparent glass aluminum alloy sliding door. The door is open, and the two doors are stacked together. One of them had fallen off the chute and was stuck there a little askew.

The living room was not much bigger than the kitchen, it was a dark hall.

Ultimate fear, fear neck ring, fear value, heart paralysis... Zheng Luozhu connected these key words together in his mind, and he can probably guess the method of this test. Terrified to death, afraid to die when the fear value breaks through the maximum limit.

The simple and crude rules are very simple to pass. It is to see who can withstand the shock of terror and suppress their own "fear" within a safe range.

So, what kind of "horror feast" did Demos prepare for him?

Zheng Luozhu was thinking about it, and his eyes inadvertently stopped on the glass of the aluminum alloy sliding door next to him. The glass was dirty, but he could still use the dim light of the bulb to illuminate the figure.

He first saw the collar around his neck on the glass.

It is basically the same as the neck ring in [People's Fear], the only difference is that there is a small display screen in the middle of the neck ring, and the number on it flashes down with the heartbeat.

20、21、22、19、20……

is his real-time fear value.

Zheng Luozhu was a little surprised. He hasn't encountered anything yet. Shouldn't the fear value be 0?

Or rather, this dirty and dark strange environment has already subconsciously made him uneasy and uneasy...

Wait a moment.

Zheng Luozhu's whole body was stiff.

Who is the shadow in the glass?

Thin, immature, wearing a tattered cartoon vest, with skinny arms exposed, in comparison, the head looks big, the head looks like seven or eight years old, the body looks like five or six years old, nutrition can't keep up with development, showing A kind of uncoordinated weirdness.

But this monster shouldn't be scary, because his body is covered with red bloodstains, purple bruises, and various handprints left by slapping, pinching, and twisting. He is a monster who is always bullied.

is himself.

[Attention, attention, the fear value exceeds 60——]

A sharp alarm suddenly sounded in the ears.

Zheng Luozhu's breath stagnated, and he immediately regained his senses.Fake, all fake, just to scare him.He kept muttering in his heart, and at the same time forced his eyes to move away from the glass door, and moved to the living room, where he looked at the old color TV, looked at the dusty fan, and saw that the door on the freezing layer had melted because the door was not closed tightly. A refrigerator full of water...

"Whoa."

There was the sound of a keychain outside the door.

Zheng Luozhu suddenly became stiff all over.

[Attention, attention, the fear value exceeds 70——]

Insert the key into the door lock, "click", and the anti-theft door opens.

A tall, dark figure walked into the hallway and flicked the light switch.

The whole living room was lit up, and it was a white light tube, which suddenly suppressed the dim yellow of the kitchen light bulb to the corner.

Sombra is no longer Sombra.

She has a slender figure, fashionable curly hair, and a haggard face with good features that can't be concealed no matter what.

Just an ordinary woman.

But Zheng Luozhu felt that she was extremely tall, and he had to raise his head with great difficulty to see her face.

"Why did you make it dirty again?" The woman gave him a disgusted look, walked straight to the refrigerator, ignored the melting and smelly freezing layer, opened the constant temperature fresh-keeping layer, took out two bottles of cold beer, and walked back while Ask, "Where's your dad?"

died.

Died hundreds of years ago.

Zheng Luozhu knew clearly in his heart, but when he opened his mouth, it was a childish voice: "I don't know..."

There is a bit of milkiness in the clearness, and obvious cringe and fear.

Zheng Luozhu suddenly recalled those distant and terrible memories in this voice.

No, not memories, but nightmares.

The greasy kitchen, the small and dark living room, the refrigerator freezer that is always dripping...

This is no strange strange place.

It is the home of little Zheng Luozhu.

[Dangerous, dangerous, the fear value exceeds 80!The fear value exceeds 80——]

The voice in the ear shouted hurriedly, sharp and sharp.

Zheng Luozhu's heart was beating violently. He knew that it would not work if it continued like this, and he would die if it exceeded 100, but he couldn't control it. His fear was like a plastic bag over his head. The more he took a deep breath, the more he would suffocate.

"Go away!" The woman holding the beer kicked him hard, kicking him away like rubbish, then walked to a square table against the wall and sat down, opened the beer with a bottle opener thrown on the table , Gu Dong Dong poured himself a glass first.

Just a kick.

It was much more relaxed than Zheng Luozhu's expected horror.

The fear value reminder in the ear has dropped back to 60.

The woman poured the beer so hard that the white froth overflowed the rim of the cheap glass and trickled down the table.

She lowered her head and leaned over to take a couple of sucks first, when the anti-theft door was suddenly slammed loudly with a "bang-dang-dang--".

The woman's face darkened suddenly, she cursed and walked over to open the door: "Why didn't you die outside—"

The door opened, and a man with bloodshot eyes came in, ignored the slippers on the floor, and walked into the living room carelessly: "I work so hard every day for someone, not just for this family!"

The woman followed with a sneer: "For this family? I think if you hadn't lost all the money in your pocket, you wouldn't even think of this family."

Being poked at the sore spot, the man suddenly became angry: "Damn, today's idea is too bad!"

The woman was just cursing casually, but unexpectedly hit the mark, and immediately screamed: "Didn't you say you don't gamble!"

"You know what a fart, I was able to make money today, but I blame the fucking old Li Fei for calling me when I won Zhengshun..."

"You always have a reason! Let me ask you, over the years, have you ever won? How many times have I told you that you won't win a small amount of money and lose a lot of money..."

"Snapped!"

The man interrupted the woman's words with a slap, and also interrupted the quarrel in the house.

The woman's eyes were red, and her resentful gaze seemed to kill, but in the end, she still didn't pounce.

The man walked around her indifferently, ready to go back to the house.

Zheng Luozhu huddled in the corner of the wall, shrunk himself into a small ball as much as possible, shrunk too hard, the place where he was kicked just now hurt badly, but he didn't care about the pain anymore, he just wanted to shrink himself so that no one could see him.

The man still saw him.

Looking at each other, Zheng Luozhu's whole body was icy cold.

His parents are dead, yes, they have been dead for a long time, so long that he has almost forgotten what they look like.

But why are the two people in front of me so realistic.

They are like evil ghosts emerging from the ground, wearing the skins of "father" and "mother", and resurrecting their corpses.

"You bastard, you can't even call 'Dad', huh?" The man rushed over angrily, dragged him out of the corner, carried him to the side of the radiator with one hand, and took the shoelaces hanging on the radiator Bind his hands to the heating pipe, "You can't do it without cleaning up for a day—"

After tying it up, the man took a breath, felt comfortable, and swayed to the toilet to turn on the water.

Zheng Luozhu was in severe pain, his wrist hurt, his arm hurt, and his whole body hurt.

But this kind of punishment is so familiar that he is not so afraid. At most, he will sleep with the radiator next to him overnight, with uncomfortable posture and numb wrists. In the morning, the adults will come to untie him, because He is going to school, if not, the teacher will come to ask the parents.

There was the sound of the toilet flushing.

The man came out dazed, yawning, and went straight back to sleep without even looking at the living room.

As the bedroom door slammed shut, silence returned to the living room.

It was so quiet that only the faint sobbing of a woman remained.

woman?

The sudden chill made Zheng Luozhu hesitate, he forgot that there was another person in the living room.

The sound of sobbing gradually faded away with the sound of footsteps.

Soon.

And from far to near.

Zheng Luozhu didn't dare to raise his head until a shadow fell over his head.

"Why are you making your father angry?"

A soft and gentle voice, from hell.

Zheng Luozhu raised his head timidly, against the light, he couldn't see her face clearly, but he could clearly see the metal hanger in her hand.

She had just walked away and came back. It turned out that she had gone to the balcony to get a hanger.

"Why did you make your father angry!"

She asked again, her tone suddenly fierce, and the hanger in her hand was pulled down violently.

Zheng Luozhu clenched his teeth and said nothing, but couldn't stop the tears from falling down.

"I'm talking to you, what's your attitude—"

The woman smoked more and more fiercely, more and more ruthlessly, not picking where to start, but pumping head-on and face-to-face.

Zheng Luozhu lowered his head vigorously, leaning his head tightly against the tied arm, his whole body tensed to bear it.

The hanger was on his head, on his shoulders, on his arms, on his back...

It hurts so much.

The pain made him want to die.

[Dangerous, dangerous, the fear value exceeds 80!The fear value exceeds 80——]

He is afraid.

He didn't tell anyone. He was really scared. He was so scared that he couldn't help shaking when he heard his parents cough.

[Dangerous, dangerous, the fear value exceeds 90!The fear value exceeds 90——]

No ghosts come back from the dead.

This is his parents.

A parent who gave birth to him but didn't treat him as a human being at all.

[The ultimate warning, the ultimate warning, the fear value exceeds 95!The fear value exceeds 95——]

Die.

If you die, you will be free!

[Last warning, the fear value has reached 99!Fear value...]

"Ahhh-"

The ear-piercing screams overwhelmed the warning in the ears with overwhelming momentum.

At the same time, it also interrupted Zheng Luozhu's fear of saving to a critical point.

It's not that he's not afraid anymore.

It's just that the attention that was originally poured into fear was distracted by the sturdy scream.

[The Mandela Scream II]

Except for the deity who controls the stationery tree, no one is more familiar with this graceful sound wave than Zheng Luozhu.

Nange!

Levels, partners, dungeons, water worlds—countless memories flooded in like a flood, and the little Zheng Luozhu who was hooked back by the nightmare was smashed flat on the beach.

He has grown up.

He was no longer that helpless kid.

The tiny wrists bound by the shoelaces became thicker and stronger at a speed visible to the naked eye.

Together with the woman in sight, she gradually became no longer tall.

Zheng Luozhu took a deep breath, roared "Ah—" and tore off the shoelaces from the heating pipe.

He jumped up like a carp, and the woman appeared short and thin in front of him.

[Mandela's screaming] continues.

The voice came from outside the security door.

Zheng Luozhu didn't look at the woman again, rushed over to open the anti-theft door, and stepped out without hesitation.

The moment his feet landed outside the door, everything behind him disappeared.

No living room, no kitchen, no old appliances, and crazy women.

There is only a simple ship guest room, a writing desk, a wooden bed, and a swimming ring hanging on the head of the bed. Outside the round window beside the bed is the deep and dark seabed.

seabed?

Zheng Luozhu walked out of the room completely, and found himself in a long corridor, one door after another in the corridor, just like the door just closed behind him, it looked like the guest room of the ship.

Various voices came from various doors.

scream.

scream.

Wailing.

Breaking... swearing?

Ignoring the analysis of these fancy fear reactions, Zheng Luozhu only focused on finding [Mandela's scream].

"Ah-ah-"

Very good, there is no need to look for it, as long as Nan Ge calls, the queen's crown is hers.

Zheng Luozhu sprinted at a speed of [-] meters, ran through more than a dozen doors in a row, and finally stopped in front of the screaming door, and began to smash the door with "pa pa pa pa": "Nan Ge—Nan Ge—"

It took about 10 minutes.

During this period, he used all kinds of tricks, bumped with his shoulder, kicked with his foot, and pried with a dagger, but the door did not move at all.

Until the end, his voice was hoarse, and the door finally opened from the inside.

Nan Ge ran out panting, his face was pale, his hair was all wet with sweat, and a few locks stuck to his cheeks.

Zheng Luozhu was good at giving her a slap in the face, and asked with concern: "Are you okay?"

This slap was real, and the bridge of Nan Ge's nose was almost wiped off by him, but for the sake of his teammate's magic weapon, he forgave him: "It was almost 100, thanks to you smashing the door..."

Zheng Luozhu: "I almost reached 100, thanks to your screaming!"

Nan Ge was taken aback: "Did you hear me scream?"

"It must, otherwise how would I know you are behind this door." Zheng Luozhu felt that Nan Ge's understanding of his own power still needs to be improved, "I guess half the boat can hear it."

"Boat?" Nan Ge had just escaped from the shadow of horror, and before he had time to look around, he asked Zheng Luozhu to tell, and then he noticed that the wall on the other side of the corridor was full of round windows. Dark shadows of fish swim by.

"I think it should be the same as the Water World Hotel, a ship built on the seabed." Zheng Luozhu reasoned based on experience.

Nan Ge thought for a while: "It may also be a ship that sank on the bottom of the sea. It is the kind of ship that capsizes in a storm and takes everyone on board to the bottom of the sea. After many years, explorers come to find the treasure on the ship. Encountered strange things, because this sunken ship has become a ghost ship..."

"Sister," Zheng Luozhu held his forehead, "If you haven't experienced enough 'Ultimate Fear', I'll send you back to the house?"

Nan Ge gave him a white look: "No matter how scary things are, it's not scary to say them out, do you understand?"

He was confident and plausible, but he didn't continue to joke after all.

Only then did Zheng Luozhu notice that the real-time fear value of the collar around her neck was displayed as "40".

She is still afraid, and the shock brought to her by the encounter inside the door is still undecided.

That's why she said these words on purpose.

After hesitating for a moment, Zheng Luozhu still asked: "What did you see in the room?" Afraid that Nan Ge didn't want to tell, he quickly added, "I'll just ask, you don't have to answer."

"Dungeon." Nan Ge softly spit out three words.

Zheng Luozhu was at a loss: "What happened to the dungeon?"

Nan Ge sighed, and rolled his eyes at him for the second time within a minute: "Dungeon, the days when I was paralyzed on the bed and couldn't move..."

Zheng Luozhu was stunned, and suddenly felt that the white eyes he received were not wronged at all.

Nan Ge didn't hide it, since he said it, he said it all: "At that time, I was very helpless, especially when my friend went out to find food, I would be very scared if there were footsteps walking by outside the door, afraid that someone would suddenly break in..."

and then?

Zheng Luozhu suddenly didn't dare to think about it.

Nan Ge became angry while talking, and the fear value of the neck ring fell to 10 like a cliff: "I have been paralyzed in the dungeon for so many years, and I have been careful, and I have never been broken into the empty door. In the broken house just now, it dared to Let the men break in, it's still a group!"

Zheng Luozhu: "One, a group?"

Nan Ge: "That's right, do you think I can not be afraid? The fear value soared to 90, and then I started screaming. Once I screamed, the fear value stopped rising, and then all the men and the whole room began to shake. Shake me to bark more vigorously, and then you slam the door."

Zheng Luozhu: "..."

Yell, no one will come to save you even if your throat is broken—this sentence has to be rewritten here at Nange.

"What about you?" Nan Ge didn't talk about himself in vain, "What did you meet?"

Zheng Luozhu also had three words: "My parents."

Nan Ge was silent and stopped asking.

Because there is nothing to say, how did Zhuzi's parents treat him back then, it is enough for her to listen to it once, and to listen to it a second time, her fear value can be loaded, but her anger value cannot.

"So this is [Ultimate Fear]?" Zheng Luozhu took the initiative to change the subject, "Every passer-by must enter a room to experience a customized horror journey?"

Looking at the doors in front of him, Nan Ge pondered and shook his head: "If that's all, why haven't we received the prompt to pass the ultimate fear?"

"That's right." Zheng Luozhu nodded in agreement, and just as he was about to think further, a door two meters away suddenly opened with a "bang".

A person rushed out from inside, without slowing down at all, and slammed into the round window in the corridor firmly, with a "boom", I didn't know whether it hit the head or the body, anyway, the whole person was bounced back by the reaction force, " Plop" and fell to the ground.

The light in the corridor of the cabin was too dim, so dark that the faces of the people on the ground could not be seen clearly.

But the white and green school uniform sportswear is so memorable.

The leader of Kongming Lantern Dungeon, Zhou Yunhui.

Zheng Luozhu and Nan Ge looked at each other, they didn't dare to speak out rashly, but they soon realized that something was wrong, Zhou Yunhui sat there motionless, as if he had lost his soul.

The two crept closer, close enough to see each other's faces clearly.

Mouth partly opened, eyes panicked, expression dazed and fearful, not even a little bit of usual chic.

What's more terrible is that even though he left the door representing fear, the fear value on the collar didn't drop at all, but was still rising extremely fast.

80 - 83 - 88!

It's okay, Zheng Luozhu hurriedly called out to him: "Zhou Yunhui——"

Useless.

The man remained motionless, but in contrast, the panic in the depths of his eyes became more and more intense, as if he was completely immersed in his "horror world".

88 - 90 - 94!

"Zhou Yunhui!" Zheng Luozhu was about to die of anxiety, grabbed his shoulder and shook vigorously, "Wake me up—"

94 - 96 - 98!

"Let go!" Nan Ge suddenly pulled Zheng Luozhu away, went up and slapped Zhou Yunhui in the face like Pan Gu opened the world.

"Pa pa pa pa pa pa pa--"

Bow left and right, the momentum is like a rainbow.

Zheng Luozhu swallowed hard, and unconsciously touched his own face, rubbing it up and down.

But the fear value on Zhou Yunhui's neck ring has really dropped.

90—85—70—60…

"Damn it!" Kong Mingdeng, whose head had been slapped into a rattle, finally regained his sanity, grabbed Nan Ge's slender wrist, furious, "Why are you whipping me?!"

Pumping people is also hard work, Nan Ge panted: "Help you."

Zhou Yunhui: "Slap me and save me?" Isn't this a fantasy.

"Slaps can't save you, but anger can." Nan Ge said, "Anger is the best way to resist fear."

"Don't believe it," Zheng Luozhu had to say something fair, "Just now your fear value has reached 98. If it wasn't for Nan Ge, you would have seen the King of Hades by now!"

"I believe it." Zhou Yunhui let go of his hand angrily, and his brain was completely awake, "I was dragged into a haunted house by a friend before, and a terrifying ghost followed me all the time. I was so scared that my scalp would explode. When I got angry, I gave him It flew away."

Nan Ge: "..."

Bamboo: "Then you won't be afraid anymore?"

Zhou Yunhui: "I'm not afraid at all. Later, I wandered back and forth in the haunted house for more than an hour."

Zhuzi: "Don't be so embarrassing."

Zhou Yunhui: "Apologize after that ghost, and keep talking until the other party forgives."

Chapter 92 Demos' Standard┃"It's a miracle that you haven't been beaten to death yet."

temple.

After the square face of the returning home team, Demos had a "chat" with a member of the Jagged Camp and a member of the Kongming Lantern respectively.The process was not pleasant, and both of them were aroused by "fear" to cause intense emotional fluctuations, but with the lessons learned from the square face, no one dared to overreach Demos again.

But even so, Demos still deprived them of their lives on the grounds of "not having a good chat".

The process is the same as when dealing with the square face—stare at the passer-by for a few seconds, and the passer-by falls to the ground in fright and dies.

No one knows exactly what method Demus used.

Is it like [The Mystery of the Sphinx] that the devil's voice that only he can hear resounds in the heart of the passer-by?

Or use special abilities to launch an invisible attack on the passers-by?

No one knows what Demus's "happy" standard is.

The more unknown, the more fearful.

What's even more creepy is that as of now, the death rate of "chatting" with Demos is 100%.

chat = death

No one said it clearly, but this equation was subtly implanted in the mind of every passer-by through three living lives.

So much so that when Demos picked a brother from the Ten Club and became the fourth chat partner, he walked in front of the other party. The latter's whole body was tense, and his calf twisted. When he looked carefully, there was also a slight trembling that was not easy to detect .

This is the most authentic response to fear, especially fear of life.

But Demus obviously didn't like it.

He raised his hand without warning, and the cuffs of the black evening dress passed in front of the selected member of the Ten Club, leaving a dark afterimage with a cold wind in his eyes.

The members of the Ten Club took a big step back, and instantly opened a distance of nearly one meter from Demos.

"What are you doing?" Demos was confused, and raised his hand to touch his blond hair very naturally, as if this was what he was going to do.

The members of the Ten Club were embarrassed and embarrassed: "I, I thought you were going to attack me..."

Demus fell silent.

The dim light of the temple shone on his face, the color of the light was very warm, but he was cold.

The temple is also cold.

The members of the Ten Club swallowed their saliva and asked, "You...don't want to see my biggest fear..."

Sooner or later, he had to face it, and he would rather have less suffering of waiting.

The other passers-by understood this mentality, and even hoped that Demos would hurry up and start chatting as soon as he was selected, so as not to torture people like this.

Unexpectedly, Moss shook his head directly: "Stop talking, you succeeded in making me lose all interest in you."

The gatekeepers met the expectations of the passers-by to "give a good time", and they even skipped the "chat" link and went straight to the "death stare".

The moment their eyes met, the members of the Ten Club were stunned.

Before the others could react, Cui Zhan had already rushed out of the badge camp, and under the acceleration of the stationery tree [Strong Walk Like Flying], he rushed towards Moss like a cannonball: "You fucking stop——"

He is the dungeon team leader of the Ten Society, and also the leader of the Ten Society's breakthrough this time. Let him watch a brother be killed in front of his eyes, unless he steps on his body first!

"Boom-"

"thump."

The first sound was Cui Zhan hitting Demos hard.

The second sound was the members of the ten clubs falling to the ground.

Cui Zhan didn't knock down Demoss, he just stepped back a few meters with his body against him.

The members of the Ten Club are still dead.

"Ah——" Cui Zhan roared uncontrollably, his eyes were about to split open, and suddenly he hugged Demos tightly with both arms, kicked off his feet, and brought Demos at a speed that was enough to smash his body to pieces, towards a tree in the temple. The pillar rushed over.

And he doesn't use running, it's more like skating on ice, faster than [walking like flying]... It's his second-level stationery tree!

This formation, this speed, is basically planning to drag Demos to his death.

Everything happened so suddenly.

Let alone what to do, the surrounding audience didn't even have time to think about anything. In the blink of an eye, the huddled figures slammed into the pillars of the temple.

It was the one that Bai Luxie sat on before.

"boom--"

The loud impact made the entire temple tremble slightly.

The impact of the pillar splashed gravel and dust, engulfing the two figures in an instant.

In the next few tens of seconds, the passers-by couldn't see anything clearly, only the sound of fierce fighting could be heard coming from the dust and fog, with occasional curses from Cui Zhan.

In less than a minute at most, the fighting sound gradually weakened until it disappeared.

A slender figure slowly walked out of the gray mist. The evening dress had a few more folds, and the light golden hair was a bit messy, but overall it was quite elegant, and his expression was not sullen, and even showed a little joy and refreshment.

The dust has settled.

Everyone could clearly see Cui Zhan lying under the pillar behind Demos.

The man was lying on his face on the ground, his body was gray and there were still footprints, his life and death were unknown.

At this moment, Demos suddenly turned back, returned to Cui Zhan, and kicked him on the shoulder with his toe: "Don't pretend to be dead. I changed my mind temporarily, let's talk to you with the badge first."

People are not dead?

The passers-by looked at each other.They had a good chat before, but they lost their lives one after another. This is all done directly, but they were let go?

Of course they didn't want Cui Zhan to die, but Demos's behavior was illogical at all, which broke people down.

Cui Zhan was still lying there prone, motionless.

Demos frowned, increased his strength, and kicked him a few more times: "Come on, let's have a pleasant chat."

The cheerful ending lingered and lingered in the temple, and slowly dissipated.

Cui Zhan finally moved.

It took him more than ten seconds to turn his body over with difficulty, from prone to supine, and then said to Demos who was condescending above him, "Talk about your mother."

Demus: "..."

Other passers-by: "..."

The temple fell into a subtle silence.

The passers-by couldn't guess Demos's expression at the moment through the back view.

But soon, they all heard Demos sigh to Cui Zhan: "It's a miracle that you haven't been beaten to death yet."

Then Team Leader Cui responded very rhythmically: "I also often worry about my own charm, so you'd better kill me now, or I will kill you when I recover."

Demos sneered: "Don't yell and kill, just stand up and let me see."

Cui Zhan fell silent.

Obviously, his injuries prevented him from standing up for a short period of time.

The situation is one-sided.

Everyone knew in their hearts that the reason Cui Zhan was able to talk harshly to Demos was because Demos wanted to talk to him.

In the face of a huge difference in strength, there has never been equality.

"Let me see, what you are most afraid of..." Demos squatted down beside Cui Zhan, his tone was light and enthusiastic, and he calmly left his whole back to the nineteen passers-by over there.

With nineteen people, can Demos be defeated?

Tang Lin had an idea immediately, but after looking around, he had to stop.

At least half of the people have given up taking the initiative to attack this road.

They turned a blind eye to Demos leaving such a big gap, and focused all their attention on the conversation between him and Cui Zhan, trying their best to capture and analyze every sentence, trying to find something from the only person who was not dead. Pass key.

There were only six people who met his eyes—the monk from the strawberry donuts, Whole Wheat, Fifty Five Fen, Bai Luxie from the white group, Fatty from the Returning Home Mission, and Xiashanhu who was rising every step of the way.

Among them, Yue Fatty and Xia Shanhu accidentally met his eyes. The former secretly greeted him with his eyes, while the latter smiled shyly, out of politeness.

So the real militants are the first four.

Oh yes, and Fan Peiyang.

The first second Tang Lin started looking for potential collaborators, he expressed with a firm gaze - if you need it, I will do it, don't find other people, it is inefficient and troublesome.

Tang Lin didn't dare to take a second look at him, fearing that the other party would make a mistake, so a [Gospel of Lazy Man] opened fire directly.

"Tsk," Demos, who had been spying on Cui Zhan for a long time at the other end of the temple, finally said, but he was full of disappointment, "I thought you would give me something interesting... I'm afraid I'll be trapped here forever , too late to take care of your parents?"

Unscrupulously shaking off the secrets in the hearts of the passers-by, he even sneered: "Extremely boring."

The passers-by have different expressions and complicated eyes.

"Is it boring?" Cui Zhan smiled, accidentally touched the wound on his body, coughed violently for a while, and then said in a hoarse voice, "If you have no father, no mother, no one to raise and no one to teach, I forgive you... If you If there are parents, then I feel really sad for them, raising a white-eyed wolf for so many years."

A dangerous light flashed across Demos' eyes: "..."

Cui Zhanbian likes to add fuel to the flames: "Why are you silent? Oh, so you didn't just pop out from a crack in the rock..."

Demus narrowed his eyes: "Not only can I see your greatest fear, but if I want, I can see all the fears in your heart."

Cui Zhan tried his best to move an arm over, stuffed it under his head, and forced himself into a rather chic lying position: "Change the subject, it's ok, come on, just look around, if I tremble, I will call your last name immediately."

The crowd around the audience: "..."

Demo war is really not very pleasant to hear.

"Hey, let's stop talking, it's boring." Demos stood up, turned back neatly, looked up at the remaining passers-by, "Next."

Everyone blinked their eyes in unison.

Cui Zhan counts...passed?

If it wasn't for the "safety seal", there's really no way to explain how he was able to escape unscathed after frantically probing on the verge of death.

And people aren't too happy with it.

"Hey - don't go! What's the matter, I'm afraid I'll stand up after talking for a while, and I'll catch you by surprise then?"

Among other things, Team Leader Cui's dedication to fighting and confidence in winning is S rank.

But the gatekeepers were clearly bored.

Handsome frowned, turned around and kicked him on the head.

Cui Zhan fainted.

The noise stopped abruptly.

Satisfied, Demos turned around and looked at the badge area together with his footsteps: "Since we have started, let's continue chatting with you."

There are five people left in the badge area, Tang Lin, Fan Peiyang, Qi Hua, Bai Luxie, and Monk.

Demos walked up to Qi Hua first. The latter looked alert, but he didn't show any obvious timidity or nervousness.

After looking at it for a while, Demos moved to the front of the slope of the white road.

Bai Luxie raised his eyebrows slightly, and gave him an evil smile with the corners of his mouth curled up.

Demos pursed his lips tightly, it was not very useful, and decisively moved to Tang Lin and Fan Peiyang.

Tang Lin looked calm.

Fan Peiyang looked calmer.

Demos raised his hand and touched his chin, feeling that he was looking at two frozen lakes, which was nothing interesting and still cold.

Finally, he stopped in front of the monk.

This face-to-face was much earlier than the monk himself expected, so although he was looking forward to the "battle", he had not yet completely overcome his fear.

The contradictory mood drove him to raise his hand and touch his bare head.

This movement was completely subconscious, and he didn't realize it himself, but Whole Wheat and Fifty Fen from the other camp knew it all too well to his partner. Just by looking at this movement, he knew that the monk was uneasy.

Demos was still in the process of choosing a difficulty, but after being guided by the monk's movements, only the opponent's bald head was left in his field of vision.

In the dimly lit temple, this one is the brightest existence.

"It's just you."

The monk's expression was taut, but his mentality was not taut.

If you do it with real swords and guns, no matter how disparate your strength is, you can fight for your life, but like a poisonous snake, it burrows into your heart and shakes out what it burrows into. This kind of public execution is too terrible.

What was even more frightening was that the monk himself didn't know what Demus would dig out of his heart.

Everyone has a dark side.

"Don't hide," keenly caught the flinch in the monk's eyes, Demos moved closer, so close that he could see himself in the other's pupils, "I'll look for that fear that makes you most uneasy..."

The monk's scalp was numb, and he gritted his teeth to hold it still.

Time passes slowly.

The temple became more and more silent.

Everyone is waiting with bated breath, another deep-seated secret is brutally opened.

This is 2/10. If you want to pass, you have to let the gatekeepers peel and tear the bones.

Only this time, it seemed a little longer.

Demos still stood there, keeping too close a distance from the monk, nose to nose, eye to eye, but the expression on his face, from the initial inquiry, gradually became dazed, then a little confused, and finally turned into an indescribable expression. .

Staring at each other for too long, the monk couldn't bear it any longer, thinking that stretching his head would be a knife, and shrinking his head would be a knife, so he simply went all out and asked directly: "Well, my deepest fear... Can you see it? what exactly is it?"

Demus saw it, and it was because he saw it that he didn't want to talk.

but gatekeeper