The black mist column of Lingxi Mountain has not dissipated. The extremely high concentration of abnormal mist is like the most evil substance in the world. It is constantly spreading on the mountain like an indestructible virus. The volume of the entire mist column is also visible to the naked eye. The rate at which inflation expands...
At the top of the fog column, the main body of the fog column separated into hundreds of strips of black mist. From a distance, those strips of black mist seemed to have an unspeakable vitality, like some unknown life. Weird tentacles, and at the end of nearly a thousand tentacles, there is a "person" made of black mist.
It is what speaks.
"Millions of people died because of me..."
Chen Xian turned around and raised his head, looking calmly at the figure floating in mid-air. The words it said didn't seem to arouse Chen Xian's emotions too much, and the eyes he looked at it did not. So calm at first.
"You really didn't get wiped out by me."
Hearing Chen Xian's emotionless voice, the black fog figure suspended in the air seemed to be stunned for a second, then smiled and slowly fell to the ground, stepping on the muddy ground soundlessly.
Feeling the strange and unspeakable aura about it, the people in the field began to step back one after another, instinctively wanting to distance themselves from it.
"Boss, it seems to be a spirit body." Lu Yisheng stood behind Chen Xian with an instrument that kept emitting electronic beeps in his hand, and looked at the fog man with great vigilance. The body is about ten times larger, not the most powerful one, but... the reaction of the instrument is very strange, it seems that sometimes its existence cannot be detected."
"Take the others to retreat, don't approach it rashly." Chen Xian's voice was very low, as if he was afraid that the fog man who appeared out of nowhere would hear him, and he made a very soft voice with slightly trembling lips, "You take Take Muhe away when people retreat, I have my scruples if she is here, if she doesn't want to leave... you can say I said it."
"Okay, then I'll leave it to you, we'll retreat first!"
When Lu Yisheng was about to organize the crowd and retreat down the mountain, the fog man seemed to know everything, and suddenly said something to Lu Yisheng.
"Fear is an ancient emotion that cannot be escaped, and so is death. No matter how far you go, you will eventually be shrouded in the shadow of death. Why waste the last time of your life doing meaningless things..." the fog man said softly Hearing these words, he seemed to think of something, and couldn't help shaking his head, "Stupid choices will only make you regret for life..."
"Draw the text, right?" Lu Yisheng stood 50 meters away from the fog man, sure that Chen Xian could protect him from this angle, he jumped up and shouted at the fog man, "Keep pretending for me! Let's see if my boss doesn't beat you out of shit!"
"Your boss? Chen Xian?"
The Fog Man suddenly let out a strange laugh with a sense of ridicule. It seemed that this body made of black mist was not in an stable state. While it was laughing, its body was constantly trembling, and the black mist on its surface It's like many black flames burning continuously, constantly flickering strangely, like a gloomy candle in the dark...
"You said that millions of people will die because of me. What do you mean?" Chen Xian looked at the position only ten meters away from him, with the same calm expression on his face.
Mr. Skeleton crouched behind Chen Xian and stared at it covetously, his hands resting quietly on his knees, the knuckles that were eaten by it before were regenerating rapidly.
The skeleton is a little confused, because it feels a different kind of breath from the fog man, even though the feeling conveyed by the fog man to the skeleton is not dangerous, even much weaker than the previous worm-body giant, but that kind The ancient and more distant breath reminded the skeleton of many things.
"Be careful." The skeleton said suddenly, its huge eyeballs were covered with bloodshot eyes, and its face, which was only partially filled with muscles, also showed a dignified expression, "Its smell... is a bit like ours."
"What smell?" Chen Xian frowned.
The skeleton thought for a while and said, "A smell that is so old that it has been obliterated by time."
Regarding the slightly vague answer given by the skeleton, Chen Xian said that he did not understand it, but he could still hear the seriousness in the vigilant tone of the skeleton.
It seems that this monster... seems to be more difficult to deal with than I imagined...
Chen Xian looked at the fog man silently, and he put back the miser's mask that he had just taken off in an instant.
In an instant, Chen Xian returned to that frightening appearance.
"You still want to attack me?" The fog man seemed to have sensed Chen Xian's inner thoughts and knew what Chen Xian was going to do next second, but it didn't have any plans to dodge, and it still stood there without moving, "Before you ate The part of the energy lost... my clone... your body should be on the verge of collapse... although you will not die... but you should not be able to kill me in a short time... "
As soon as the words fell, the fog man did not retreat or hide, but took two steps forward, closing the distance between himself and Chen Xian.
"You can't kill me, and I can't kill you either. The reason why I appear in front of your character... I just want to chat with you." The fog man let out a weird laugh, and every tone is reminiscent Goosebumps, "Chen Xian, would you like to talk to me?"
"Say."
Chen Xian glanced at the man in the fog, and a strip of metal particles instantly separated from the surface of the skin on his right arm, like a tentacles extending from his body, and went straight to the sawing knife not far away, like a cowboy's hand. The flexible rope was pulled back the moment it caught the handle of the knife.
Almost a second later, the meat saw knife more than ten meters away returned to Chen Xian's hand.
"I like telling stories very much. Since I became conscious, I have liked to tell various stories with human beings. Although the content of each story is different, their main theme is fixed... that is fear."
The fog man's body kept dispersing and reuniting, as if it was not Chen Xian but himself that was on the verge of collapse.
"I have seen countless lives... I found that no matter what kind of life it is, their emotions are diverse... Of course, they will also have some missing emotions... It seems that some lives can't feel happy... Their whole life Can only live in sorrow and gloom... Some lives feel no sorrow... Joy will accompany them until the end of life...”
"But they all have one thing in common... Those missing emotions don't include me... So it makes me happy... I like the feeling of being imprinted in the genes of countless lives..."
As he said that, the fog man began to dance, like a crazy dancer dancing a weird dance in the black mist.
"I was always looking for the meaning of my existence... until one night many years ago... I found it... so I told the stories I imagined in the ears of many beings... I can feel their joy... use your modern In the words of human beings... that is the ultimate expression of art... it will make life intoxicated... thus sublimated to another height... "
Chen Xian looked at the fog man expressionlessly, still persistently asking for an answer to a certain question.
"Why do you say that millions of people in Ningchuan will die because of me?"
The fog man seemed to hate being interrupted. He suddenly stopped dancing and turned his head 180 degrees to stare at Chen Xian. His tone of voice became low, not as weirdly excited as before.
"Because you ruined my story...you should die...in the plot I constructed...you will be killed by the energy you ate...you will be blown up like fireworks in the middle of the day at the moment of victory minced meat…”
When the fog man said this, he slowly turned his body back, his fuzzy facial features made it impossible to see what expression it was.
"But you didn't die, so I'm very unhappy, but I also have some interest in you... I want to play a game."
Chen Xian looked at it without saying a word, silently adjusted his breathing rate, and tried his best to use the buff effect of the sufferer's mask on the cells in his body to quickly repair his body that was riddled with holes.
"From now until midnight tonight, this is our game time."
"If I win, I will pull millions of people in Ningchuan City into my story the second the zero o'clock arrives, and I will tell their own horror in each of their ears. The art of fear rises to another level from the loss of millions of lives, if you win... ”
"I won, so you let those ordinary people go?" Chen Xian asked back.
Hearing this, the Fog Man was silent for a second, and then burst out laughing.
"Of course not, if you win, I will also kill these millions of low-level life forms, because I want to see the negative emotions I want to see from you...whether it is fear or pain or despair... I I believe those emotions will be wonderful when they appear on your face."
Before Chen Xian could speak, the fog man raised his hand and waved it. Under its control, the black fog column instantly expanded a bit, and the speed of encroaching on Lingxi Mountain became faster and faster.
"You should have heard of this game... hide and seek."