"Then tell me quickly."
Han Feng urged.
Moon said slowly, "Mist has a very special psychic gift. It can sneak into your dreams and create all kinds of horrific scenes in your dreams, and then torture you."
"Nightmare?"
Han Feng muttered thoughtfully, then continued, "So, if you want to avoid torture, the best way is to not sleep?"
Moon: "You underestimate the mist. She has more than just these tricks. She can also transform into various forms, such as monsters and ghosts, making all kinds of screams to scare you. Even if she doesn't sleep, she still has ways to torture you."
"This woman is quite vicious!"
Han Feng frowned, puzzled, "Logically speaking, we survivors have no grudges against Misty, so why would she torture us?"
The moon chuckled. "Torture is Misty's nature. It's ingrained in her bones. It can't be changed. Just like you, mean, shameless, and vulgar. It's all innate!"
Han Feng opened his mouth and said, "You may have some misunderstandings about me. I am actually an upright person."
Moon: "Haha!"
Han Feng's eyes darkened. "If you maintain this attitude, then I'll have to have a serious discussion with Taiyang about you peeping at me taking a bath."
The corners of Yueliang's mouth trembled, "I was just joking with you."
"I don't like this kind of joke. Please restrain yourself in the future."
Han Feng snorted lightly, then asked, "How many members are there in your organization?"
Moon: "Besides me, the sun, the dark clouds and the mist, there are also Uncle Gale, Sister Snowflake, Sister Hail, Grandpa Thunder and Brother Sandstorm, and more than a dozen other members."
"so much?"
Han Feng smacked his lips and asked curiously, "You go to work every day, who pays you?"
Moon: "Didn't I tell you last time? You're not qualified to discuss such a profound topic right now."
Han Feng was not angry either, he just laughed and said, "Then let's discuss something else."
Moon: "I'm going to work, that's all."
"Dude will figure it out sooner or later."
Han Feng muttered something and continued to take a shower.
After washing, I looked down and saw that the water in the turtle shell was turbid and black.
How much dust did this have to be washed off?
About half a pound, right?
"It seems like I'll have to take a shower every day from now on."
Han Feng muttered something and lay down happily on the straw bed.
Maybe it was because of the bath, my whole body felt relaxed.
I fell asleep in bed after lying there for a while.
......
After an unknown amount of time, Han Feng vaguely heard a strange laugh coming from outside and suddenly woke up.
"Brother, what's wrong with you?"
The engineer shovel asked curiously.
Han Feng frowned slightly, "Did you hear any movement outside?"
Engineer Shovel: "It was howling like ghosts and wolves, as if some terrifying creature was hiding outside. I was scared to death."
Han Feng thought about it and quickly figured out the reason. It must be the fog.
Thinking of this, Han Feng pushed open the door.
I saw a thin layer of gray fog floating outside the house, with extremely low visibility, giving me a very strange feeling.
Suddenly, the thick fog in front of him began to wriggle, and after condensing, it turned into a huge skull, which was hideous and terrifying, and a howling sound came out of its mouth.
“Oh my god!”
The Pea Shooter screamed in fear.
The four corn plants were also trembling.
The scene before them was so horrifying that they were almost frightened to death.
Han Feng had a calm expression on his face, staring at the skull in front of him.
The skull in front of you is just an illusion. It can only scare people at most, but it has no actual harm.
"Human, aren't you afraid at all?"
The skull let out a woman's soft "eh" sound.
Han Feng rubbed his nose and chuckled, "Sister Misty, you may be able to scare others, but it's useless to me. I advise you not to waste your time on me."
Misty was surprised: "How do you know my identity?"
Han Feng curled his lips and said, "I have a good relationship with Brother Yang, Sister Yueliang, and Brother Wu, so of course I listened to what they said."
"So that's what happened."
Misty muttered.
"We're friends now, so please give me some face and stop hanging around my shelter. Let's find another target."
Han Feng said calmly.
Misty snorted, "Who is your friend? Do you have the qualifications? Even giving you face? Do you deserve it?"
"Okay, do whatever you want."
Han Feng shrugged his shoulders, looking indifferent, and walked straight to the toilet.
"Human, don't be complacent. Although I can't do anything to you now, I will torture you severely at night."
Misty said viciously.
Han Feng stopped, his eyes flashing with sharpness as he said disdainfully, "I advise you not to have such thoughts, otherwise, I will definitely give you a hard time!"
The Mist's most powerful weapon is to torture others through nightmares.
However, he was protected by an oil lamp.
Don't worry about that at all.
It is nothing but a pipe dream for the fog to control him.
"Human, you have successfully angered me. See you tonight."
Misty chuckled.
"Just come on."
Han Feng curled his lips.
"Just wait for me."
The mist seemed to be enraged, and its voice was unusually cold.
"I'm going to take a shit, do you want to stay here and watch?"
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