It wasn't out of fear, but because the temperature in the hall was extremely low, as if it had dropped below zero.
Everyone knew that this was caused by the strange power emanating from the mask.
“There’s a parchment here!” Bai Qi suddenly pointed to the side and said.
The group quickly went over and saw that the parchment read: "My friend, the origin is in these masks. Follow your heart and choose. If you choose wrongly, it may have some bad consequences. Please be careful."
Signed by: Zhou Qingfeng
"Damn it, I get annoyed just seeing this name now. Who taught you to give gifts like this?" Yang Ming cursed angrily.
In his opinion, Dean Zhou Qingfeng was definitely insane. If he really wanted to give a gift, he should have just given it directly. Why go through all these roundabout ways?
Fang Xiu had a vague suspicion about the dean's actions.
When the other side invades the mortal world, the mortal world will certainly resist and reject it, so destiny comes into being, with the purpose of saving the world.
But the dean wants to corrupt destiny, which is certainly not allowed.
Therefore, in order to achieve his goal, the Dean adopted a roundabout strategy, setting up numerous obstacles and packaging the Original Mask as an opportunity for destiny to obtain.
This trip to Qingshan Mental Hospital was just like a secret realm in a fantasy novel, where the protagonist goes through many dangers and finally obtains an opportunity.
If the dean forces Destiny to wear a mask, it will inevitably lead to all sorts of unpredictable consequences.
It's like how even if the villain in a fantasy novel is much stronger than the protagonist, he still can't kill the protagonist before the protagonist has fully grown up.
That's why they would wrap the excrement in honey and feed it to Tianming.
At this thought, Fang Xiu suddenly came up with a bizarre guess.
The dean is plotting against fate, but will fate obediently submit to his schemes?
Although Yang Ming may seem foolish, it is destiny.
The dean wanted Yang Ming to become more supernatural, but destiny didn't want that...
Regardless of the process, judging from the outcome, has fate become bizarre?
Fang Xiu glanced thoughtfully at Yang Ming, who was scratching his head in front of thousands of masks.
With me here, I definitely won't allow Yang Ming to obtain the Primal.
So the question arises: did I save destiny, or was it all destiny's self-salvation, and I was merely a pawn in the game?
If it's the latter, then the power of destiny is truly unimaginable; it has reached the point of controlling fate.
After pondering for a moment, Fang Xiu stopped thinking about it. When you're weak, thinking about it is useless; when you're strong, you don't need to think about anything.
He shifted his gaze to the thousands of masks, his eyes deep and thoughtful.
I wonder just how bad the consequences of making the wrong choice, as the dean mentioned, really are.
If it's the kind of attack that's meant to kill you right from the start, then you're in for a world of hurt this time.
"Brother Xiu, with so many masks, which one is real? Why don't you predict it for us?" Yang Ming leaned over with a sly grin.
"Didn't Zhou Qingfeng say to follow your heart and choose?"
Fang Xiu planned to wait for Yang Ming to pick the winner before intercepting him.
Yang Ming scratched his head: "Then I'll really choose it."
As he spoke, he circled the masks twice, finally settling on a skull mask.
It wasn't that the skull mask was particularly unique; it was just that Yang Ming thought it looked cool.
Just as Yang Ming was about to grab the skull mask, whoosh!
A figure flashed past and snatched the skull mask in its hand.
It was Ma Xingbang.
"I saw it first!"
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