Who exactly is Fang Xiu?
Could he be the second generation of the headquarters?
In fact, Yang Ming's reason for asking Fang Xiu was very simple: not to let the other party make a decision, but simply to know what other crucial information Fang Xiu had foreseen.
Fang Xiu pondered for a moment: "First, everyone, please state your abilities. I need to understand the role you can play."
Self-reporting ability?
Undoubtedly, everyone was very resistant to this. The abilities of a Spirit Master are like their trump card, and sometimes they can turn the tide of battle by leveraging information gaps. Few people are willing to reveal their identities.
There are instances where a first-tier spirit master, relying on their unique and unknown abilities, has managed to kill a second-tier spirit master.
A silence fell over everyone, and no one spoke first.
Fang Xiu calmly surveyed the group and said indifferently, "With your strength, is there any need for you to hide your abilities?"
"What did you say!"
Teng!
A short-tempered spirit master stood up abruptly and glared at Fang Xiu.
"Who do you think you are, a mere support class..."
Before he could finish speaking, Fang Xiu's right eye, which was usually clear and black and white, instantly turned into a blood-red pupil.
"ah!"
The spirit master screamed in agony and fell straight to the ground, clutching his head tightly with both hands and rolling around on the ground.
Everyone was shocked to see this bizarre scene.
No one expected that Fang Xiu would have such a terrifying method.
Upon seeing Xue Tong, Shen Lingxue, who was in the corner, turned pale and her delicate body trembled slightly, clearly having been reminded of some unpleasant memories.
She immediately lowered her head, staring at her toes, not daring to look at Fang Xiu at all.
“Now, everyone, state your abilities. Facing the Nightmare, those useless individuals who drag you down will only provide it with nourishment and are not suitable for participating in the next operation,” Fang Xiu said calmly.
Some weaker spirit masters dared not speak out in anger, while those who considered themselves somewhat powerful glared at him, but seeing Yang Ming watching them intently from the side, they ultimately did not dare to make a move.
At this moment, a man with dyed red hair and a hoarse voice, a member of the "Shamate" subculture, spoke first: "My ability is to sing. My singing can affect other people's emotions and even make them lose their minds."
Fang Xiu nodded, then said, "Next."
Once one person starts, a second, a third... appear quickly.
"My ability is strength, and I can unleash power far exceeding that of ordinary people," said a hunched and thin man.
"Immobilization can freeze a person or something strange for a short period of time."
"......"
As everyone revealed their abilities one by one, Fang Xiu had already formed a judgment in his mind.
He knew that some of them were still hiding something, but that didn't matter, and he had never relied on anyone else.
He only needs these people to keep them from getting in the way and to be able to clear out some of the underlings.
The entire Green Vine City is now trapped in a nightmare's eerie realm, and it's easy to imagine that you'll encounter countless of the nightmare's minions.
Fang Xiu did not intend to personally engage these henchmen; he needed to conserve his strength to deal with Nightmare.
"You, step forward."
Fang Xiu pointed to the red-haired punk who had spoken first.
The punk was slightly taken aback and pointed to his nose, which had a nose ring.
"Me?"
"Yes, it's you. Sing a song for us."
"Huh? Sing? Now?" The punk suspected that Fang Xiu was humiliating him.
However, considering the opponent's strength and influence, he accepted the humiliation with equanimity.
"Okay, bro, what song do you want to hear?"
Good luck.
The corner of the punk's mouth twitched.
"What? You can't sing?"
"No, no, I just think this song is really fitting for the occasion."
"Fang Xiu, what exactly are you trying to do? This is a matter of life and death, and you still have the mood to listen to music?"
One of the spirit masters questioned him directly. He was already somewhat dissatisfied with Fang Xiu's imperious behavior, and now seeing him wasting so much time, he couldn't hold back any longer.
Fang Xiu glanced at him indifferently and said calmly, "With your intelligence, it's difficult for me to explain to you."
"you!"
The spirit master flew into a rage on the spot, and it seemed he was about to attack, but Yang Ming merely took a step forward and gave him a slightly warning look, and he immediately wilted.
"Sing!"
"Okay, bro."
"Cough cough..."
The punk cleared his throat and then started singing.
"Fold a thousand paper cranes, tie a red ribbon, wishing good luck to kind people every day. Your hard work makes your life beautiful, your health keeps spring forever, and your life's busyness is all for a smile..."
A hoarse, duck-like voice echoed in the conference room.
Everyone who heard the sound turned pale, as if they had eaten excrement.
The key point is that the "Shamate" (a subculture characterized by flamboyant and often outlandish fashion) singer was extremely engrossed in his performance, even nodding and swaying to the rhythm, showing complete absorption.
It's obvious that he really likes to sing, but his singing is truly awful.
"Okay, stop."
"Good luck, good luck..."
"stop!"
"Oh, okay, okay." Seeing Fang Xiu's unfriendly gaze, the punk quickly stopped being engrossed.
At this moment, Fang Xiu looked at Zhao Hao, who was the most cowardly of all the spirit masters.
"Ritian, how are you feeling?"
Zhao Hao was slightly taken aback, not expecting Fang Xiu to tag him at this time.
"It sounds awful. I feel like my farts sound better than his."
The punk's face immediately darkened: "Don't you even know anything about music!"
"I'm not talking about the singing, but about fear. After listening to his songs, did your fear lessen?"
Zhao Hao was stunned for a moment, then realized what he meant and said, "Brother Xiu, now that you mention it, I don't think I'm scared anymore. When I was listening to the song just now, all I could think about was his awful singing, and I just wanted him to stop singing. I even forgot about the nightmare for a moment."
His singing really can make people lose their minds; I almost beat him up several times just now.
Upon hearing Zhao Hao's words, some spirit masters began to ponder, seemingly understanding Fang Xiu's intentions.
Fang Xiu nodded: "Very good, it seems that the key to this operation lies with him."
"Me?" The punk pointed at himself in a daze, never expecting that he would become the center of attention.
He clearly had the lowest combat power among all the spirit masters.
"Yang Ming, you take him to the radio and television station and turn on the citywide broadcast. Have him sing 'Good Luck' to alleviate the city's fear and weaken the nightmare's power. The rest of you, come with me to Putuo Temple. Let's move out now."
Yang Ming's eyes lit up immediately: "Great idea! The power of nightmares comes from fear. As long as people's fear can be reduced to a certain extent, the nightmares will weaken!"
Leave this matter to me. Once I've settled this, I'll immediately go to Putuo Temple to meet you and completely resolve the nightmare.
This damned nightmare has caused so much damage to Green Vine City, I will make it pay the price!
Green Vine City will not tolerate such a powerful and bizarre existence!
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