The black fog column of Lingxi Mountain has not dissipated. Those abnormal fog with extremely high concentration is like the most evil substance in this world. It is constantly spreading on the mountain like an inextinguishable virus. The volume of the entire fog column is also visible to the naked eye. The rate of expansion and expansion.......

At the top of the fog column, the body of the fog column has separated hundreds of strips of black fog. From a distance, those strips of black fog seem to have an indescribable vitality, like some unknown life. Weird tentacles, and at the end of the nearly thousand tentacles, there is a "person" gathered by black mist.

It is it that speaks.

"Millions of people have died because of me..."

Chen Xian turned around and raised his head, looking calmly at the figure suspended in mid-air. The words he said did not seem to cause Chen Xian's emotions to fluctuate too much. Calm at first.

"You really haven't been destroyed by me."

Hearing Chen Xian's voice without the slightest emotion, the black mist figure suspended in the air seemed to be stunned for a second.

Feeling the strange and unspeakable aura on it, the people in the field began to step back one after another, instinctively wanting to distance themselves from it.

"Boss, it seems to be a spiritual body." Lu Yisheng, holding an instrument that constantly emits electronic beeps, stood behind Chen Xian and looked at the fog man with great vigilance, "The number of Yin Qi particles in its body is higher than that of ordinary spirits. It's about ten times more, not the most powerful kind, but... the response of the instrument is very strange, it seems that sometimes it can't be detected."

"You take the others back, don't rashly approach it." Chen Xian's voice was low, as if he was afraid that the foggy man who appeared inexplicably would hear it, and a very soft voice was made between the slight tremors of his lips, "You bring When people are retreating, I will take Mu He with me. I have scruples with her, if she doesn't want to leave... you can say that I said it."

"Okay, then I'll leave it to you here, we'll withdraw first!"

When Lu Yisheng was about to organize the crowd and retreat down the mountain, the fog man seemed to have known everything, and suddenly said something to Lu Yisheng.

"Fear is an ancient emotion that cannot be escaped, so is death. No matter how far you go, you will eventually be shrouded in the shadow of death. Why waste the last time of your life doing meaningless things..." Fog Man He said these words in a soft voice, as if thinking of something, he couldn't help shaking his head, "A stupid choice will only make you regret for the rest of your life..."

"Yuwen, right?" Lu Yisheng stood fifty meters away from the fog man, making sure that Chen Xian could protect him from this angle, and jumped up instantly and shouted at the fog man, "You continue to pretend to Lao Tzu! I'll see if my boss doesn't beat you to shit!"

"Your boss? Chen Xian?"

The fog man suddenly let out a strange laugh that contained ridicule. It seemed that the state of the body formed by the black fog was not stable. While it laughed, the body was constantly trembling, and the black fog on the body surface was not stable. Like many continuous burning black flames, swaying eerily, like dim candles in the dark...

"You said that millions of people would die because of me, what do you mean by that?" Chen Xian looked at the position that was no more than ten meters away from him, his face was as calm as ever.

Mr. Skeleton squatted behind Chen Xian and stared at it, his hands silently on his knees, the knuckles that he had eaten by himself were rapidly regenerating.

This skeleton is a little confused, because it feels a different kind of breath from this fog man, even if the feeling conveyed by the fog man to the skeleton is not dangerous, even much weaker than the previous bug giant, but that kind of The ancient and more distant breath reminded the skeleton of many things.

"Be careful." The skeleton said suddenly, the huge eyeballs were bloodshot, and the face that was only partially filled with muscles also showed a solemn expression, "Its smell...a bit like us."

"What smell?" Chen Xian frowned.

The skeleton thought for a while and said, "The smell is so ancient that it has been annihilated by time."

Chen Xian said that he did not understand the slightly vague answer given by the skull, but he could still hear the seriousness in the vigilant tone of the skull.

It seems that this monster... seems to be more difficult to deal with than I thought...

Chen Xian silently looked at the fog man, and he put the mask of the suffering person back on his face in an instant.

In an instant, Chen Xian returned to his terrifying appearance.

"You still want to attack me?" The fog man seemed to have sensed Chen Xian's inner thoughts and knew what Chen Xian wanted to do in the next second, but it had no plans to dodge, and still stood in place and did not move, "Before you ate That part of the energy lost...my clone...your body should be on the verge of collapse...though you won't die...but you It should be impossible to have the ability to kill me in a short time..."

As soon as the words fell, the fog man did not retreat or hide, but took two steps forward, narrowing the distance between himself and Chen Xian.

"You can't kill me, and I can't kill you either. The reason why I appear in front of your character...I just want to chat with you." The fog man let out a strange laugh, every one The tone gave people goosebumps, "Chen Xian, would you like to chat with me?"

"Say."

Chen Xian glanced at the fog man, and the skin surface of his right arm instantly separated a strip of metal particles, like tentacles extending from his body, and went straight to the meat saw not far away, like a cowboy's hand. The flexible rope pulled back again when it caught the handle of the knife.

In almost a second or so, the meat saw more than ten meters away returned to Chen Xian's hands.

"I love storytelling, since I've been conscious I have liked to tell all kinds of stories with humans, although the content of each story is different, but their main theme is fixed ... that is fear."

The foggy body was constantly scattered and reunited, as if it was not Chen Xian but himself who was on the verge of collapse.

"I've seen countless lives...I've found that no matter what kind of life they have, they have a variety of emotions....Of course they also have some emotions that are missing.... ..like some lives can't feel happiness...their life can only be spent in sadness and gloom...some lives can't feel sadness....joy will accompany them to the end of their lives..."

"But they all have one thing in common...I'm not part of the missing emotions....so that makes me happy...I love that being The feeling of being imprinted in your genes from generation to generation..."

After speaking, the fog man began to dance, like a crazy dancer dancing a strange dance in the dark fog.

"I was always searching for the meaning of my existence...until one late night many years ago....I found it...so I put my imaginary story in many lives speak in their ears....I can feel their joy...in the words of your modern humans...that is the ultimate expression of art.... It will make life intoxicated...and thus sublime to another level..."

Chen Xian looked at the fog man expressionlessly, still persistently asking for the answer to a certain question.

"Why do you say that millions of people will die because of me in Ningchuan?"

The fog man seemed to hate being interrupted, he suddenly stopped dancing, turned his head 180 degrees and stared at Chen Xian, his tone of voice also became low, not as strangely excited as before.

"Because you ruined my story...you should have died....in my plot...you're going to be killed by the energy you eat ...will be blown to pieces like the fireworks of the day at the moment of seeing the victory..."

When the fog man said this, he slowly turned his body back, and the vague facial features made it impossible to see what expression it was.

"But you're not dead, so I'm not happy, but I'm also getting some interest in you...I want to play a game."

Chen Xian looked at it without saying a word, silently adjusting his breathing rate, using the benefit of the Sufferer's Mask on the cells in his body as much as possible, and quickly repairing his already riddled body.

"From now until midnight tonight, this is our game time."

"If I win, I will pull millions of people in Ningchuan into my story the next second after zero, I will tell their own horror in each of their ears, I will let The art of fear rises from these millions of lives lost to another level, if you win..."

"If I win, you'll let those civilians go?" Chen Xian asked rhetorically.

Hearing this, Fog Man was silent for a second, and then burst out laughing.

"Of course not, you win, and I will kill these millions of low-level beings too, because I want to see those negative emotions I want to see from you... Whether it's fear or pain Or despair...I'm sure it'll be wonderful to see those emotions on your face."

Before Chen Xian could speak, the fog man raised his hand and waved it. Under its control, the black fog column instantly swelled a bit, and the speed of devouring Lingxi Mountain became faster and faster.

"This game you should have heard of...hide and seek."