Chapter 547: Thorn

Sitting in the corner.
　　 Zheng Kexing's eyes turned over.
　　 In the ear, the whispered voice kept murmuring.
"kill him……"
"kill him!"
"kill him!!!"
　　 Countless murmurs gradually made him lose his sanity.
　　 He felt that in his own flesh and blood, there seemed to be countless ants gnawing away.
　　 hurts!
　　Itch!
　　 Pain!
　　 In my heart, there is nothing more than nothing.
　　 You must find something to fill this void.
　　 And, the only thing that can fill this emptiness.
　　 can only kill him!
Correct!
　　 Kill him and it won’t hurt anymore.
　　 will not itch anymore.
　　 will not hurt anymore!
kill! kill! kill!
　　 The whisper in the ear, urging.
　　 made his face convulse, and twisted in the convulsions.
　　 The bones rattled.
　　 Then, he smiled.
　　 smiles incomparably evil.
　　Like a lunatic in a mental hospital.
　　 His eyeballs kept spinning in his eye sockets.
　　 The whole world became blurred and distorted in his eyes.
　　 His mind fell into an endless dark void.
　　 Various external stimuli around his body were magnified in his heart.
　　 He stood up slowly.
　　 Not far from him, He Wan also stood up crookedly.
　　 The two of them slowly came together.
　　 There was a banging sound similar to a metal collision on their bodies.
　　 The voice even echoed each other.
　　 So, the mouths of these two people opened.
　　 The jaw dislocated like a snake.
　　 The dense bones inside are exposed.
　　 People around, seeing this scene, some mentally fragile girls screamed.
　　 "There is a ghost!"
　　 The crowd began to make noise.
　　 And the two of them started to turn around.
　　 Under the gaze of the crowd, the eyeballs in their eye sockets burst open with a snap.
　　 Something like a worm crawled out of the eye sockets.
　　 "Long live the great late night curtain!"
　　 They screamed.
　　 The whisper in the ear, there was encouragement.
　　 Then, in their bodies, bone spurs penetrated the skin and muscles.
　　 opened behind them.
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　　 Ling leaned on the back of the chair safely.
　　The triangle headgear worn on his head makes him feel a little comfortable.
　　 "It deserves to be the outfit I chose myself!" He exclaimed.
　　 On the head, the invited host is introducing the "Nightmare Legend" passionately.
　　 What epoch-making virtual technology, second life and other online game vocabulary keep popping up.
　　 This was in the past, you can fool him.
　　 But now, he just wants to be funny.
　　 Even though, he actually doesn't know anything about the so-called nightmare legend.
　　I don’t know too much, what the is that?
　　 But, he knows.
　　 That is the filial piety of two loyal ministers.
　　 A toy for him to practice his hands.
　　 Just like when he was young, his parents bought blocks for him to exercise his hands-on skills.
　　 From scratch, a toy that exercises his various abilities.
　　 Thinking of this, Lingping consciously controlled the divergence of thinking.
　　 Although, his'smartness' level is now suppressed.
　　Thinking about it occasionally, it doesn't hurt.
　　 But after all...
　　 Don’t think too much.
　　 It's not good to think too much.
　　If you think too much, you become too smart.
　　 Then it's over!
　　 He has to control himself now.
　　 Especially the amount of thinking.
　　 "Oh!" He couldn't help sighing: "As a web writer, this is not good!"
　　 "Always like to think about it!"
　　 At this time, the host on stage suddenly stopped the passionate introduction.
　　 A look of horror appeared on his face.
　　 There was a cry of horror behind him.
　　 "There is a ghost!"
　　 "Ghost!"
　　 Ling Pingan turned his head and looked behind him.
　　 A corner of the venue is in chaos.
　　 Many people ran away rolling and crawling.
　　 In the center of the chaos, two monsters are taking shape.
　　 Inside their bodies, bone spurs continue to protrude.
　　 makes their appearance become distorted.
　　 Those bone spurs penetrated and spread out behind them.
　　 is like a peacock with an open screen, but also like a bud blooming.
　　 Those things like bone spurs crooked and fell to the ground.
　　 Let them move quickly and sprint like a spider.
　　 And the goal...
　　 seems to be him!
　　 "Long live the great late night curtain!"
　　 In their completely deformed mouth, the split granulation in their two tongues screamed one by one.
　　 Countless people along the road couldn't dodge, and they were swept away by their bone spurs like rubbish.
　　 Spiritually around the body, there was also a panic.
　　 A person stood up.
　　 "Town!" roared in a majestic voice.
　　 A talisman was played out.
　　 "Lock!" Someone waved their hands, releasing golden chains.
　　 But unfortunately...
　　 The speed of the two monsters is too fast.
　　 Faster than lightning!
　　 Moreover, the bone spurs pierced from their bodies seem to be naturally immune to all psionic spells.
　　 So, just in the blink of an eye, the two monsters broke through the blockade.
　　 Their heads are completely torn apart.
　　 A sharp sword was cut out from a head.
　　 The snow-white knife light rolled up countless ripples.
　　 In the other head, a light red poisonous mist was sprayed out.
　　 At this moment of lightning and flint.
　　 Among the crowd, there are also people violent.
　　 A burly man stood tall.
　　 His body swelled suddenly.
　　 "Roshan!" He finally chanted the spell.
　　 His figure was as heavy as a mountain.
　　 "Wine Lake!" He spit out thunder.
　　 "Money!" Coins were thrown out of his hand.
　　 "Town lock!"
　　 These thrown coins turned into shackles and fell on the man who was sitting on the chair and wearing a triangular headgear without moving.
　　 At the same time as the shot, the man who had swelled to a full height of several meters issued a call: "Masters, don't do it at this time, when will you wait?"
　　 "Do you want to sit and wait for death?"
　　 "Well said!" A figure jumped up in the crowd.
　　 A sword light suddenly pierced out.
　　 The magic sword in his hand bloomed with horrible colors.
　　…………………………
　　 Yin Mingxiu watched in horror, and the two things that looked like monsters in the nightmare rushed forward.
　　 Those bone spurs covered her whole body.
　　 has already come to the top of my head~EbookFREE.me~Fear, immediately swept the whole body.
　　 Under the cover of that bone spur, the light of the knife and the poisonous mist follow like a shadow.
　　 In the distance, the giant suddenly inflated, throwing out a coin.
　　 The copper coins turned into shackles, and they fell one by one.
　　 there is a sharp sword light, which pierced directly.
　　 She was so scared that she forgot to run away.
　　 trembling all over.
　　 "Don't be afraid!" At this time, Young Master Ling beside him gently touched her head suddenly.
　　 Listening to Lord Ling’s voice, for some reason, Yin Mingxiu felt relieved.
　　 Everything in front of me instantly became insignificant.
Yes!
　　What kind of character is Lord Ling?
　　 This trivial thief can only be suppressed with a backhand.
　　 looked at the wooden stick held in Master Ling's hand and beat it lightly.
　　 Then...
　　 The mottled paint on that headgear lit up little by little.
　　 seems to have eyes, opened in them.
　　 "Ha ha ha!" The young man in the hood laughed.
　　 The voice is very gentle, like a gentle spring breeze.
　　 But it's scary.
　　Like a butcher at midnight, he was looking at the poor victim, making jealous laughter.