When Duan Geng came back to his senses, he had already arrived at the small black house.

In the dark room, the only light source is the light of the monitor and the color light of the mechanical keyboard, and the mouse has no light, which is very troublesome to find.

I always feel like I've been yin by someone.

Snapping his fingers and comparing his heart, a flame jumped and burned on his fingers, and it seemed that the "Secret Record of the Strange Turtle" that he had cultivated was still effective.

He recalled his previous memories, and he always felt that he had forgotten a lot, and he didn't know how much.

I just remember that I seemed to be out of the train station, and then it was dark in front of me, as if someone had put a sack in it, and then, I arrived here.

"Hehehe...... Dare to put me in a sack, do you really think I'm eating dry rice?"

After the initial sage time, Duan Geng walked to a wall, the Divine Fist Technique-Open Version, launched with all his strength, and turned his eight arms into fists.

“Duang~Duang~Duang~”

Dozens of punches in a row, and the wall didn't react at all.

"What's wrong with this script?"

A strong sense of déjà vu lingered in front of him, and when Duan Geng was about to continue, he suddenly found a white background on the wall.

A Sadako-chan stared at him directly, a little ...... Panicked.

I don't know what's going on, seeing this Sadako sauce, Duan Geng not only didn't feel scared, but felt a little familiar.

It's like, this Sadako-chan is very cute.

"Update. ”

Large, blood-colored letters appeared on the walls, blood running down the handwriting.

Duan Geng, who thought he would be scared, actually stretched out his finger to wipe the flowing blood, put the bloodstained finger in front of his eyes, and he studied it carefully.

The color, which looked very bright, red, viscous, and he twisted his fingers, which was slimy, not quite like blood.

As for the taste......

Duan Geng stuffed his fingers into his mouth.

"Vomit ......"

He threw it up.

"Can you not use expired ketchup next time, it's sour and smelly!"

“……”

Sadako-chan stood behind the wall, looking at Duan Geng quietly, she looked at the iron box next to her, she had been out for almost a month, and the ketchup she had opened before had expired.

"Look, let me out! I'll tell you, I'm very bold!"

Life is endless, death is not endless, Duan Geng banged on the wall, and now he is fearless.

Duan Geng is a real man, an iron-blooded pure man, just a sadako, believe it or not, let her take maternity leave.

Just when Duan Geng was still knocking on the wall, Sadako-chan slowly stretched out her hand, which was a barrier to Duan Geng, and there was no obstacle for her.

When the hand was stretched out, the temperature of the room suddenly dropped a lot.

Duan Geng just looked at the hand stretched out, the blue and white arm, looking like it had been frozen for a long time.

"What? Do you scare me? Tell you, I, Duan Geng, am scared, and if I say I want to go out, I will definitely go out. ”

Saying that he was not afraid, Duan Geng took a few steps back and waited for Sadako-chan to climb out.

Sadako-chan also met his expectations and slowly climbed out of the wall.

Perhaps, I should pull her out?

Looking at Sadako-chan who was slowly crawling out, a bold idea suddenly appeared in Duan Geng's mind.

As for whether to do it or not......

While Duan Geng was pondering, the face of a jasper-like woman from a small family flashed through his mind, and along with that countenance, there were also mountains of corpses, a sea of blood, and a god with wings.

Shaking his head, he shook off these illusory memories, and looked at Sadako-chan who was half crawling out of his body, and Duan Geng's evil was born from the side of his guts.

As long as you are bold, the female ghost will take maternity leave!

The way to overcome fear is to face him, come on, Ollie give!

Facing the indescribable ferocity that might exist somewhere, Duan Geng stretched out his hand and pinched it.

“……”

Sadako-chan trembled.

Duan Geng felt that he seemed to have mastered some indescribable black technology, and just as he was about to repeat his old tricks, he suddenly felt a sharp pain coming from his lower back.

Sadako-chan jumped straight out of the wall, not the kind of float that she had before, nor the kind of scary crawl that made people fearful, she jumped straight out of it.

Duan Geng was still holding his waist on the ground at the moment and shouting pain, and when he raised his head, he happened to see a pair of white calves.

And...... A bloodstained baseball bat.

"Well, I can explain it. ”

At the sight of the baseball bat, he couldn't help but feel a phantom pain in his body, as if he had been hit by this stick.

Before he could explain, he saw Sadako-chan grab her hair and tear the wig off, and along with the wig, there was a mask with a terrifying face.

Under the mask, there is a woman with a delicate face and a jasper-like family.

It's just that there is some disobedience, the woman's face is full of anger, and looking at Duan Geng is like looking at a scumbag.

"I just think about these things when I wake up...... There's nothing else on your head but that!"

"Wait, I seem to know you......"

Watching the young lady lift the baseball bat, Duan Geng panicked.

", this kind of pick-up didn't work hundreds of years ago!

"Bang Bang Bang ......"

With wailing, Duan Geng kept rolling on the ground, and was finally knocked unconscious.

………………………………

"It's been reset three times, don't do this kind of reproduction again, okay. ”

After knocking Duan Geng unconscious and erasing his memories again, Xinmo stood in a void space to face his creator.

She is not a human, she is a demon in the heart, a creature in the demon realm, existing in another dimension, commonly known as the place of the divine realm.

His own creator used to be a hegemon, but he was feared by many people because he did things too casually, and was finally seriously injured and almost fell.

However, after tens of millions of years, he still did not recover and was in a state of weakness.

"Hitting the street is already dead, this time without his interference, Duan Geng should be able to walk through this section. ”

The voice of the creator came from all directions, and no trace was revealed.

"You have to believe in Duan Geng's ability, he can avoid the pursuit of Dongguo Yulong and the pursuit of Yun Guangji, this has proven his ability, you have to try to believe in him. ”

"How can I believe it? It's the enemy's base camp, all of them are together, this is a death, okay, if they disperse, even if the sky lords break through one by one, I can find a chance to go over and save them." ”

Tantai Xinmo was a little broken, and the scene of the day was vaguely visible in his eyes.

"One minute, only one minute, when I arrived, all of them were refined by the Lord of the Sky, what can I do. All of them are dead, not one is alive!"

On that day, Xinmo was dragged by an angel disguised as an angel, and although she recognized Beat Street and got out of him, it was too late for her to come out.

When she arrived, all the people in Duan Geng's family were dead, and the brave man had just embarked on the journey to expel the demon king, and was killed by the demon king himself before he could upgrade.

This matter makes no one who goes can beat it.

But fortunately, the creator is very powerful, and he simply reversed time and space and pulled Duan Geng back to the past time period.

That is, when you just came out of the train station.

"Will you follow him away this time?"

The creator is like a bystander, he only looks, not BB, does not advise.

"It's his story, I'm not going out, my presence is only going to make him more dependent on me. ”

"That's as you wish. ”

………………………………

Scolding, scolding.

Duan Geng continued to code words in the small black house.

He is still waiting for the day when he goes out, he, Duan Geng, will become the strongest protagonist after all!

While scolding, he continued to code words.

It's just that he subconsciously avoided some things, for example, that his combat power would no longer suddenly increase.

Because he can't beat it.

He thinks it's better to write about people who are easy to fool.

Thinking so, his writing was much smoother.

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