The strange target continued to grow, although more slowly than before, but it seemed to have completely overwhelmed its nerves, if it had any.
"I quit!" Finally, it stood up straight, grabbed its head that was hanging on its chest and clasped it tightly around its neck, then prepared to go home.
But it didn't expect that there was a big trouble waiting for it at home.
There were still people coming to the first floor, and even a few homeless people started a fire here. In the past, it would have gone on a killing spree, but now it just wanted to quickly return to the narrow and dark ceiling and lie quietly for a day.
But when it pushed open the compartment in the ceiling, it was stunned by the scene before it.
A man was sliding in the air holding his son by the neck, and half of the roof was blown off.
"Woo...the plane is coming!"
"Oooh... There's an obstacle ahead, please avoid it!"
The pale little ghost laughed "hehehe" and looked very happy.
"Look, the real boss is back!"
"Someone please remind Brother Fang! He's looking for the weird son to appease him. I don't think Brother Fang's behavior can have any soothing effect."
"The female ghost is coming up!"
The human and weird audiences in front of the screen all shrank their necks.
The strange person was also stunned at this moment. She rushed forward angrily, and then was slapped in the face? Even her head was ripped off?
Fang Zhiyi also seemed to be on guard against something, but after waiting for a long time without any response, his smile gradually spread.
"That puts my mind at ease."
"You, what are you doing!" I felt a little uneasy for some unknown reason.
"Please tell me, this is fake, right?" someone suddenly said in the live broadcast room.
“It doesn’t look fake.”
"Weird...getting beaten? That doesn't make sense."
"By the way, do you know Brother Fang's talent?"
This person's question made everyone fall into silence. Everyone who entered the game would draw a talent, but in order to protect the players, almost all talents had never been made public. Fang Zhiyi had always relied on his intelligence to overcome difficulties time and time again, so basically no one knew what his talent was.
Of course Fang Zhiyi knew that it was just a rubbish talent for dying in a substitute role, only giving one extra life in each copy.
If it weren't for this talent, the leader wouldn't be able to make it to the next dungeon.
"I understand! Cause damage to the weird?"
"oh!"
Everyone suddenly realized that this was the only explanation that could explain the current situation.
The weird people in the weird live broadcast room did not dwell on this matter. They just kept making various exclamations, as if Fang Zhiyi was hitting them with every blow.
Fang Zhiyi was tired of fighting, so he threw the little ghost he was holding in his hand as a weapon to the female weirdo. The female weirdo subconsciously hugged her head, and the little ghost fell to the ground in such a gorgeous way.
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