The audience in the live broadcast room could not hear any sound. They only saw Brother Fang beating up an old man and killing him.
Fang Zhiyi stood up and walked towards the door. The moment he pushed open the door, the live broadcast room went dark.
The audience thought Fang Zhiyi had suffered some kind of accident. Could it be that his rules were different from those of others? Open-door killing?
Suddenly the live broadcast room was in chaos.
Fang Zhiyi walked into a void space, surrounded by distorted objects, and there was a sense of weirdness everywhere.
Then, a huge feeling of oppression came over me.
"Mortal, you murdered my clone, forcing me to take you seriously."
Not far away, there was a twisted throne, and on the seat was a strange-looking thing lying.
"Um, do you look so abstract?" Fang Zhiyi asked.
Then a terrifying pressure came upon him, almost forcing Fang Zhiyi to kneel on one knee.
After a dizzying mumbling, the thing spoke again: "Mortal, you murdered the incarnation of God and insulted the Godhead. You still refuse to admit your guilt?"
Fang Zhiyi narrowed his eyes and stood up with difficulty. Blood was oozing from the corner of his mouth. He felt that every organ in his body was being squeezed.
"A cowardly thing like that deserves to be called a god? Pah."
A mouthful of bloody saliva flew out, and although it did not touch the thing, it also caused considerable mental damage.
The mass of things began to riot, and countless tentacles grew out of its body, waving desperately: "Mortal, today I will personally bring divine punishment upon you!" As it spoke, a tentacle quickly approached and lifted Fang Zhiyi up in a moment.
"Bah, you dare not show your true face to others." Fang Zhiyi endured the pain in his chest and continued to curse, "You are called a god? There are hundreds of you like this in this weird world!"
"Mortal! How dare you bully me!" The thing was angry, and then a small figure crawled up from behind the throne. It was a scaly monster, like a giant frog, but it had claws and scales.
"No one can insult me, insult a god!"
It roared at Fang Zhiyi.
"Just you? God?" Fang Zhiyi sneered.
That thing seemed to be controlling the tentacle monster. Under Fang Zhiyi's verbal attack again, its shape began to distort and gradually turned into Fang Zhiyi's appearance.
Seeing Fang Zhiyi's wide eyes, it said proudly, "Do you see what I mean? Ants. You are just pawns in my hands, responsible for entertaining my long life. As a mercy to you, I will grant you a miracle... Hmm?"
Fang Zhiyi looked him up and down in disbelief: "Where's the miracle on you? Huh?"
Fang Zhiyi grinned, but didn't look at it. When it realized what was happening, it turned around and saw a huge mouth.
Xiao Hei swallowed this unknown thing in one gulp, and the tentacles that were wrapped around Fang Zhiyi loosened. Although it had no intelligence, it could rely on instinct to tell who was stronger.
Looking at Xiao Hei who had turned into a ball, Fang Zhiyi spat out two mouthfuls of blood.
This guy is indeed cautious. If Xiao Hei hadn't been sure, he would have almost thought that the tentacle monster was its real body.
In the Mysterious Mist Manor, the player who was originally facing a dead end suddenly began to lose consciousness.
"This is?"
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