"What are you afraid of? I'm a good person, you know. You've even seen me before!"
I don't know when the voice changed, it became gentle and light, like the soft clouds in the sky, as if it had a kind of magic that made people want to fall into it involuntarily.
At the same time, the sound seemed to be getting farther and farther away, more and more ethereal, as if it came from another world.
Blore's five senses have always been sharper than those of ordinary people. He has a strong perception of his surroundings and is almost never wrong.
At this moment, he listened attentively to the sound that was gradually fading away, but his heart could not let it go and it was still on the high platform.
His heart beat faster involuntarily, his breathing became rapid, and a tense atmosphere filled the air.
Suddenly, a hand stretched out from the soft black soil in front of him, covered with black and green mucus that kept dripping.
The hand contained both rotten flesh and bones, and emitted a disgusting smell.
It appears silently, giving people a creepy feeling, as if telling an unknown story to an unknown existence in the air.
Suddenly, the hand grabbed Blore's ankle. Blore didn't scream in panic or chop at the hand with all his strength. He just gave it a slight tug and his hand was broken. However, there was no bleeding, but a stream of black liquid flowed out.
Although the hand was broken, Blore always felt a gloomy atmosphere, as if not only that hand was still there, but there were thousands of them waiting, waiting for the next prey to appear.
"Ah! Ah! Why are you staying here? Hehehe, why can't you see and notice me?"
A playful voice suddenly rang out from above the hill where Blore was hiding. The voice seemed to be carried by the wind, with a hint of joy and unknown malice.
The moment the sound suddenly rang out, for some reason, Blore felt his heart finally settle down, and he was no longer so excited that he no longer lost his direction.
But what is the situation now?
The strange man who was clearly dead just now unexpectedly appeared before his eyes again! He was standing upside down with his head facing downwards, his big round eyes staring straight at him, as if he wanted to see through him.
The area around the weirdo's eyes was covered with messy paint, like a weird mask painted on his face, which was chilling.
What was even more terrifying was that the pair of eyes were wide open, with bright red bloodshot eyes, like two red balls full of murderous intent, tightly locking onto his figure.
There seemed to be a pool of blood in this weirdo's eyes, which made people feel bloody and pungent at first glance, and made people feel creepy.
"How boring! Why are you reacting exactly like the previous people? I hate people like this the most! Anyone who behaves like this deserves to die!
You, quickly change me a new one, you damned scholar! Go to hell!"
The weirdo became more and more excited as he spoke, his voice getting louder and louder, and in the end he even started to tear his own face.
But strangely, there was no blood on his face, but small pieces of something like sand came out, which scattered when the wind blew, and finally turned into black dust.
Blore had already taken the opportunity to run away when the weirdo went crazy.
As he ran, he thought:
"It's so funny, if not now, when will you run?"
However, the weirdo just mentioned that he had met a few people before. Could those people be Bai Di and the others? Thinking of this, Blore couldn't help but feel a little worried.
However, at this moment, the weirdo suddenly became very abnormal.
His emotions instantly became extremely excited, and he kept muttering:
"Run! Run! Run! Run! All you do is run. Haven't I treated you well? Why are you doing this to me? What else do you want from me? Should I kneel down for you?"
With that, he pulled his hair hard, and in the blink of an eye, he appeared in front of Blore, grabbed Blore's chain, and lifted him up.
After a brief panic, Blore quickly calmed down. When he found that the two were staring at each other and the weirdo posed no threat to him, he could only look at the weirdo speechlessly, secretly groaning in his heart.
He thought to himself: "No way, this guy really has a problem with his brain!"
He tried to struggle, but found that he could not break free from the monster's restraints.
He sighed helplessly, his mind in a mess, not knowing how to deal with this situation.
He really couldn't figure out why he encountered this situation?
The weirdo didn't know what was going on, whether it was a species mutation or a genetic selection, but after catching Blore, he started chattering again.
He seemed to have a special interest in Blore and kept saying some strange words, which made Blore feel very confused and uneasy.
At this moment, the surrounding environment changed. In the originally peaceful space, a cloud of black dust suddenly surged up.
The dust quickly spread, shrouding the entire area in darkness. Dust fluttered down, landing on the gray, unidentified ground, forming a thick layer of sand.
On this gray earth, a dense mass of silver insects appeared at some unknown moment. These insects lay quietly on the ground, blending in with the dust, appearing and disappearing, as if waiting for something.
Their existence gives people a mysterious and weird feeling, which makes people feel fear.
Suddenly, a gust of wind blew past, sweeping in with great force.
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