Upon seeing this scene, Yang Ming and the others immediately became extremely tense, adopting fighting stances as if they were ready to fight the final BOSS to the death.
Fang Xiu slowly returned to his original appearance, but it was no use; no one believed him at all.
On the contrary, I feel that this is the real fake.
“I’ve fooled the guards with their strangeness. Open the door.”
No one dared to move, and they continued to watch Fang Xiu nervously.
"Are you the dean or Fang Xiu?" Ma Xingbang asked nervously.
Faced with the distrustful looks of the crowd, Fang Xiu did not explain, because it would be useless to explain.
The dean won't explain, and neither will the real Fang Xiu.
Don't ask such a stupid question.
“What do you mean by a stupid question? Aren’t you going to explain?” Ma Xingbang whispered.
Ever since he learned that Fang Xiu was suspected to be the dean, he no longer dared to speak loudly.
"Is there a difference?" Fang Xiu asked in return.
"Of course there's a difference!" Ma Xingbang seemed a little agitated.
Fang Xiu shook his head: "Actually, it makes no difference in the outcome. If I were the dean, and I asked you to open the door, would you refuse?"
The crowd looked rather grim. Although they didn't say anything, it was practically tacit agreement. To be honest, they couldn't possibly defeat the mysterious Dean in a fight. Since they were asked to open the door, they had no choice but to do so eventually.
"If I were Fang Xiu, would you refuse to open the door if I asked you to?"
These two questions left everyone speechless.
Because Fang Xiu was telling the truth, no matter who he was, he would not be refused if he asked to open the door.
"So, no matter who I am, the result is the same: open the door."
After hesitating for a long time, Yang Ming finally asked again, "Are you really Brother Xiu?"
Fang Xiu nodded.
"I don't believe you unless you return the two thousand spirit coins you extorted from me."
Whoosh!
Fang Xiu's right hand hung naturally, and a scalpel gleaming with a cold light appeared in his hand.
Yang Ming quickly gave an embarrassed smile: "Just kidding, just kidding, don't get excited."
He then quickly used the bronze key to open the bronze door.
As the group walked out, they were greeted by a gloomy corridor with candles hanging on both sides.
Yang Ming quickly turned around and closed the bronze door.
"No need to close the door," Fang Xiu said calmly.
"How can we leave the door open? What if that five-meter-tall kid, Kang Kang, realizes he's been tricked and comes back?"
"It's not coming back."
Fang Xiu was absolutely certain that there was no way he could possibly come back alive after provoking the Taotie.
"Why can't they come back?" Yang Ming asked in surprise.
"I can already see the future."
One sentence shuts down all the problems.
"Now I'm sure you're the real Hugh. That indifferent look, that calm demeanor, that confident tone—no one can really imitate that."
Fang Xiu ignored Yang Ming's flattery and walked into the passage on his own.
The passage was long, and everyone walked slowly, afraid of encountering a trap at the last moment and causing the vehicle to overturn.
Actually, after this period of calming down and the shock dissipating, my intelligence once again took over.
Everyone gradually realized that the person in front of them could only be Fang Xiu, not the dean.
If Fang Xiu is actually the dean in disguise, then why bother acting with you? Are you trying to fool a fool?
But Ma Xingbang cleverly realized that even if Fang Xiu was not the dean, he was still inextricably linked to the dean.
Otherwise, why would Fang Xiu know what the dean looks like? And how much does he know about the dean?
If you say these two people don't know each other, who would believe you?
Ma Xingbang's eyes flickered, and he suddenly spoke up: "Fang Xiu, how do you know what the dean looks like and some of his information? Don't try to fool me with your premonition. What you just told Kang Kang was something that happened in the past, not the future."
"Do you think you're all that because I'm not the dean?"
"Stop changing the subject. I seriously doubt your identity now. Many things can no longer be explained by precognition. Moreover, as we all know, the more powerful the ability, the greater the cost of using it. You are just a second-tier spirit master."
But how many things did you foresee along the way? Is that something a second-tier Spirit Master can do?
Just because you can't do it doesn't mean others can't.
"Hmph, if I'm not mistaken, you don't actually have the ability to foresee the future, but rather possess a mysterious artifact that can do so, right? That's why I can't copy it, and that's why you can use the ability to foresee the future multiple times."
"Using strange artifacts too much will corrupt your mind, but you are not afraid of that. This is probably related to the strange power within you." Ma Xingbang had an expression that said, "I see through everything."
"Yes, you're right."
"You!" Ma Xingbang never expected Fang Xiu to react this way. How could a normal person be so calm when their secret is exposed?
Yang Ming exclaimed in surprise, "No way, no way, these days there are still people whose minds get corrupted by using strange artifacts?"
Ma Xingbang: "......"
Bai Qi: "......."
After being interrupted by Yang Ming, Ma Xingbang didn't know what to say next.
Just then, a ray of light appeared at the end of the corridor.
The group walked over and entered a very spacious hall.
Upon entering the hall, everyone gasped in shock, for in the center of the hall floated thousands of masks.
These masks come in various shapes and sizes, but they all share a common characteristic: they are extremely ferocious and bizarre.
It was as if thousands of eerie masks were floating around.
"What's with this mask? It's fucking creepy!" Yang Ming couldn't help but shudder.
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