Chapter 443: Stressor

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The aura from the other sacrifices was not very strong, Kemon used the big-faced cat to inquire one by one.
Excluding some chicken ribs that are not very useful, there is an item that fits Kemeng's heart.
"Mask of the Faceless"
"You can freely change your appearance, slightly change your body, but you can't change it into something that is too far apart from the body's image. For example, humanoid creatures cannot become dragons."
"The side effect is that it has the effect of losing yourself. The longer you wear it, the easier it is to forget your original identity, name, age, etc."
This is the legendary disguise mask, a necessary magic weapon for the protagonist. Every time he provokes a big enemy, he will change his face after killing a wave. Others will not recognize it, and the thief is comfortable.
Kemeng didn't have much need to change his face here. After all, he had Jinlizhou as his backer. No matter how bad the situation was, he could still live in Jinlizhou.
"It's good to use it as an invasion," Kemeng murmured, accepting the item.
As for its side effects, just use less.
First put Kemeng on your face, try to feel it, and savor the power of side effects.
After putting it on his face, he immediately felt a strange feeling in his heart. He was able to control the facial expression and turn it into the face he wanted.
Kemeng's heart moved and turned into a teammate Luo Yuan's face, and his body's muscles seemed to have slightly changed.
I looked in the mirror and found that his figure and face were exactly the same as Luo Yuan, like a mold.
Looking at the strange and scary, there is a feeling that I can replace it.
Ke Meng tried to mobilize the resistance force, but the resistance force did not move much. Ke Meng tasted the product, as if the resistance force could not find the target they should resist.
If you lose your goal, you naturally don't know who to resist, and your inner strength can only dormant.
Kemeng took off his mask, and suddenly felt much smoother breathing.
When I looked in the mirror again, I felt an unspeakable sense of refreshment, and said in my heart: "This is me."
With this feeling, Kemeng became more concerned about the mask of the faceless man.
This is a very powerful item, side effects must be treated with caution.
Kemeng recalled that this item was a sacrifice offered by players' followers. It came from a two-hundred-level rare instance cave. The golden legendary item was opened with a single swipe of the treasure chest.
The players thought that the golden legendary items sacrificed to the evil would definitely not be scolded. It happened that there was empty stone powder in their hands, and they directly sacrificed and succeeded, which made them happy for a while.
The level doesn't matter, the emphasis is on rarity. Kemun can feel that its destructive power is not strong from the mask itself, but the body has a wonderful magical power, and it is impossible to tell what the ghost is.
Thinking back to the side effects of the mask, he understands, this is the power of forgetting.
Kemeng hid this mask so that when attacking Shadow Stream, he could change his face so that the opponent would not remember him. Although he was already well-known on the Internet, changing his face to attack would not interfere.
Kemeng saw the main venue of the sacrifice ceremony in his dream, and had made up his mind to find the dojo, destroy the core sacrifice ceremony, and not let the sacrifice ceremony proceed successfully.
In Kemun’s storage scarf, there was a deacon who was caught in the Internet cafe. It is estimated that he could interrogate a wave of intelligence. Kemundang would take people to the Bureau of Investigation and sit outside the interrogation room in person.
The deacon of the Internet cafe himself had no entity, and was picked up by Kemeng alone. After it came out, it immediately compressed the shadow mass and launched a violent blow at Kemeng, but in front of the more than 1,000 resistant Kemeng, it did not shake Kemeng at all.
In desperation, he was educated by Di Ping's free dance.
But Di Ping’s dance of freedom seems to be useless. The unreasonable hatred built up by the Dragon King’s mask is still there. He doesn’t listen to Di Ping’s free education at all, and he still tries to kill Di Ping by any means.
Di Ping shrugged. He couldn't teach his opponent, so he could only let other investigators take action.
The deacon was also very helpless. After several tossings, he finally defeated the special item and opened his heart.

I’ve been poor since I was a child. After I first came into contact with the Internet, I became keen to surf the Internet. I had a desire to play games. After I changed my body, I found that Internet addicted teenagers have a particularly good sense of operation in playing games, and then I became addicted. ......" The internet addiction juvenile deacon talked about the beginning of his sinful career.
Kemeng listened for a while and couldn't help but interrupt and ask: "I like to operate, so why not find a professional player?"
"They are famous, and their daily practice time is very busy. It is not convenient to take time to do the tasks assigned by the shadow stream organization." The internet addiction juvenile deacon told the truth. It is not that he does not want to be a professional player, but that the professional player is too much. Famous, not convenient to do things.
Kemeng thoughtfully, it seems that famous celebrities are not suitable for the Er Wu Zi of the shadow stream organization.
Of course, politicians are the exception. The Shadow Stream organization has this ability to stand in and will definitely control the local Z governance.
On the Jinlizhou side, the defense has been very tight, leaving no soil for the shadow current organization.
It can be seen that there is no reason for the chaos outside, and the shadow stream organization may use Er Wuzi to secretly manipulate the world.
Kemon thought of sacrificial rituals involving the whole world. Time was short, and he asked directly: "What secret do you know about the shadow current organization's sacrificial ceremonies on all continents?"
The internet addiction juvenile deacon is a bit unclear, so it has been kicked out of the House of Shadow Stream. Some missions are completely forgotten. He only remembers some less important missions, "I don't know what you said."
This is the truth, he does not know, because that memory has been forgotten after he was kicked out of the group.
Kemeng was not reconciled, so he asked some other questions, all sorts of side attacks.
In fact, Kemeng also produced a black-and-white sketch of the scene. The scene inside was a quagmire of bones with a spear inserted in the center of the bones.
Kemon painted so well. The spear's body is composed of clouds of smoke. There are dozens of shreds of tobacco spilling, giving it a dynamic and flowing feeling.
The teenager with internet addiction sighed, the painting was really good, but he shook his head, really can't remember.
Amnesia ~EbookFREE.me~ is the best way to fight against the spiritual realm.
Looking at the performance of the bandage man, he lost his memory after suffering a severe injury, and that memory is completely unremembered.
But Kemeng felt that there was still a chance. Since the House of Shadow Stream could invite people into the group to restore the memory at any time, it proved that the memory had not been completely erased.
"Your spirituality is not high enough. Why don't you let you get in touch with some of the hidden objects of the Shadow Stream, maybe you will want to start." Kemeng thought of a wonderful idea temporarily, related to the shadow stream's boss.
"What way?" Shadow didn't understand.
"The first way is that I have an old radio on my side with a secret voice in it, which is related to the existence of your shadow stream behind the scenes."
"If you hear that voice, you should be able to think of something."
Kemeng's method is simple and rude, it is to clearly stimulate your stressor.
The shadow of the internet addiction teenager listened, and after a few seconds of silence, his voice no longer calmed down: "You can't do this."