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"Why don't you give up, why? Why, why" is repeated over and over again, repeated by a mechanical voice, and every word is like a heavy hammer, striking on people's hearts.

The ghost-faced man kept walking, step by step, and the sounds around him bombarded his ears like a raging storm, asking why.

If a person's faith is not strong enough, and his will is not strong enough, he will definitely lose himself in this storm of verbal implications.

I have been constantly asking why I refuse to give up, if I can't hold on and keep my heart, then all the psychological defenses will be broken down by this voice in an instant, and your self-confidence and will will be overwhelmed.

At that point, when your heart is shaken, you will wonder what you are doing this for, whether you are doing the right thing, whether you should do it, whether you should continue to do it.

In an instant, you will have great doubts about what you have done and insisted on before, and then force yourself to give up.

That's why this sound keeps bombing.

But the ghost-faced man was not affected at all, not only did the speed of travel not change, but he had a tendency to speed up, but he had always been as leisurely as a stroll, as if he had not been affected in the slightest, his brows had not wrinkled, and his face had not changed a little.

I really admired that voice, I kept repeating these words, and I wasn't too thirsty, and I bombarded myself with words for dozens of minutes.

And there is no break in between, it's really good material to be an announcer, and you can talk for dozens of minutes without even breathing, this kind of ability is not something that everyone has.

This kind of ability can't be learned by others, and this also requires talent.

"Damn!" The mechanical voice finally stopped repeating these words, but said a few other words that had nothing to do with it, and looked a little angry.

However, first of all, a swear word came up in the first sentence, which is really a strange thing, but it is nothing compared to being able to say those few words back and forth hundreds of times and thousands of times without taking a breath.

This corridor was extraordinarily long, and the Ghostface hadn't finished a third of it until now, but the Ghostface wasn't worried at all, and after hearing this unusual word, he stopped, and seemed to be interested in what the voice was going to say.

"Big brother, no, uncle, I'm begging you, can you give a reaction?" The voice actually carried a hint of crying, sounding quite aggrieved: "I don't know how many people I scared off with this method, but why, I said that I was going to be tired and lay down, and you didn't have anything at all." ”

Ghostface was silent.

"You say, why is this? I want to complain, this is not in accordance with the rules at all! You say, I have done my duty, but why don't you have anything to do? I grass" The voice didn't care about the ghost-faced man, and continued to talk to himself, pouring bitter water on the side, and at the end, there was a hint of wanting to go crazy.

"Actually," Ghostface moved his lips, as if to consider what he should say.

"There's a hint in your words, but as long as you can't hear it, it won't be affected!" said Ghostface as he pulled a ball of cotton out of his ear.

"It's not natural, I'm not alive anymore, is it okay like this? I'm going to hit the wall, and no one will stop me," the painting style changed, and the voice had a little splashing and rolling feeling.

There was silence again.

After a while, there was a sound of hitting the wall from somewhere in this hallway, and the sound was very subtle, but it couldn't escape the ears of the ghost-faced man.

The ghost-faced man rushed forward at a blistering speed, his right hand outstretched, clawing at one place.

"Let go of me, big badass, big stupid, let go, let go" The voice rang out again.

"It turned out to be a parrot, no wonder there are so many mouths and tongues. Ghostface looked at the parrot doll fluttering its wings in his hand and said.

This thing is actually a puppet, but the shape is made into a parrot, covered in green, like a grass that has just sprouted in spring, the color looks very eye-catching, the red beak, overall, looks good, looks weird and cute.

"Whoever you say has a lot of mouths and tongues, you have a lot of mouths and tongues, and your whole family has a lot of tongues!" Hearing the ghost-faced man's evaluation, the parrot fought back mercilessly as if it had blown up its fur.

"I've heard that braised parrots taste good, barbecue is even better" The ghost-faced man threatened unhurriedly, don't think he doesn't know anything, he has already checked this corridor, and the whole corridor is just such a living thing as this parrot.

"Don't, don't, don't listen to their nonsense, parrot meat is the most unpalatable! If you eat it, you will get sick and be contagious" The voice immediately protested when he heard it, eating parrots, is it talking about it?

It seems to remember that it is the only parrot here, and in order to discourage the other party from eating parrot meat, it will do everything to say how harmful it is to eat parrot meat.

It's a pity that it never thought that the other party didn't want to eat parrot meat at all, but was threatening it in a tactful way.

"Oh, really, then, go, take me to your tightest room!" said Ghostface, carrying the parrot.

"No, no, I can't take you there" The refusal was not finished, and he was forced to swallow it back into his stomach by the cold knife-like gaze of the ghost-faced man, and in order not to be eaten, he could only give in: "Okay, I promise!"

It's obviously a parrot made of a puppet, but it's so spiritual, talking to people, answering questions like a stream, not like a parrot at all, but more like stuffing a person's soul into the body of an animal, but an animal is an animal, this is unchangeable, at least, at this point, it loses to the ghost-faced man.

It's obviously a puppet toy, but even after it becomes like this, it can't change its essence, it's not a real parrot at all, does it really think that the ghost-faced man will eat it? Who would dare to eat something like this?

Well, maybe someone really dares to eat it and wants to try this novel taste, but it's better to prepare yourself before eating, in case something good to eat, it will be a tragedy.

In any case, it was impossible for the Ghost-faced Man to eat it, and the Ghost-faced Man didn't say anything about eating it from beginning to end, at most it was a knock on the side, all of this, but it wanted to be crooked. To be continued.

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