Ten minutes later, No. 5 led Mr. Ji all the way to the third layer of the art examination.

Mr. Ji was lucky along the way, with the help of No. 5, he barely hooked up a little bit of the charm of the ink lord god in the painting exam, and got 30 points, and then got 60 points and 20 points respectively in carving the demon figure and sewing the robe.

The remaining three exams: drama, dance, singing.

Mr. Ji listened to the choice of No. 5 and played first...

At this time, pushing open the door of the third floor, the endless black scene made Mr. Ji shiver again, and pulled the simple robe he had made during the exam, draped it on his body, and trembled.

Seeing this, No. 5 asked, "Why don't you leave?"

"Too... It's too dark. Mr. Ji trembled and tightened the robe in his hand, his legs were so weak that he couldn't walk at all, "Dao... Fellow Daoist, I'll tell you the truth, since I first came in, I have always felt that this cultural subject examination room is like a haunted house... You say it's a pool of blood, a messy kitchen, and... Those fairy tale puppets and ghost fires... It's really horrible..."

"So what?"

"So, I'm thinking... It's so dark here, will there suddenly be a catastrophe ghost, in case we take the exam, there is suddenly an extra person around, how terrifying it is!"

Mr. Ji's fear is not unreasonable, nowadays, except for monks like White Beard who have not been out of the mountain for hundreds of years, there are few who have not watched a horror movie.

Imagine, when you are shuttling through a gloomy haunted mansion and are acting excitedly, you take the other person's hand and suddenly find that it is a pile of white bones... That must be more terrifying.

Of course, most of the monks are not afraid of ghosts, but the problem is... At this time, it is in the World of Apocalypse version of the haunted house.

The situation here, for example, is as if Mr. Ji has become a mortal and is in an ordinary ghost mansion.

Mortals are afraid of ghosts, but monks are certainly afraid of ghosts.

As he spoke, Mr. Ji swallowed his saliva again and said worriedly: "And... Moreover, I've been feeling a little uncomfortable just now, and I'm obviously not a little brave in the old way, but... I don't know why I'm panicking in the bottom of my heart, as if I am controlled by my heart, and the fear in my heart is infinitely magnified, is there something that affects my mind in this world of catastrophe...

You see, my senior brother was not an unstable one, but he still scolded the master one after another, and Brother Ziran, who was also a resourceful monk, did not expect to be directly stunned by the painting topic. If the test is indeed difficult, it will not make them mature monks fall into negative emotions. ”

When Mr. Ji said this, he looked at ...... with sincere eyes The culprit - a Trojan horse with hypnotic mental functions.

The two major functions of the No. 5 are, firstly, the networked assistance system, and secondly, the... Attack the mental power!

Originally, it was able to implant hypnotic negative emotions in the game to all mortal players who heard its voice by speaking, but now it has become an employee of the World of Tribulation, and it can even subtly influence the minds of monks!

No problem!

Mr. Ji's analysis is too right!

With No. 5 by your side, chatting with them is like putting headphones that affect your mind on your ears, which effectively increases negative emotions at high speed...

The more Mr. Ji talked, the more scared he became... And at this moment...

No. 5 Gujing Wubo's eyes suddenly released a faint green light, nodded calmly, and said, "What Daoyou said makes sense..."

As soon as the words fell, No. 5's face began to fall off like a wax torch, his body swayed and gurgle, and a thunderbolt wrapped around him: "The question is, don't you notice... Have you always had one more person by your side?"

“！！！”

Mr. Ji looked at the changes on the 5th, stepped back step by step, and screamed: "You... You're the extra one!"

Then, seeing that his body was slowly melting, No. 5 took off the wooden box behind him and opened a crack, revealing just two words: "Purple electricity..."

"Ahh......h