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The outside world is panicking.

Huge tombs

A man shuddered.

His name is Wang Xuemin, and he is the illegitimate son of that unlucky bastard.

As soon as the guy woke up, he found himself imprisoned in a pitch-black object.

He struggled, cried for help, and begged for mercy.

But to no avail.

No one paid attention to him.

There was nothing but darkness all around, and it was deathly quiet.

Even the voice didn't seem to be able to get out, and the words shouted out actually echoed back and forth in the small space, and it took a while to weaken and disappear.

If you listen closely, there is an echo that seems to be absent, like a ghost whispering.

At the beginning, Wang Xuemin thought that his ruthless father had finally poisoned him, or that the other siblings could no longer bear the face damage caused by their illegitimate children, so they secretly arrested him.

But as time went on, he realized something was wrong.

There is a great strangeness in this darkness.

He could feel the wooden walls around him when he stretched out his hand, but when he walked towards the wooden wall on his stomach, he couldn't walk his head.

Even if you reach out and touch the wall, you can walk past.

The body is moving forward, and the arms are touching the walls, but they can't touch the surroundings except the arms.

Could it be that the wall would automatically move backwards according to his wishes?

Never-ending movement, how big is that?

And in the darkness, apart from his own voice, there always seemed to be some kind of giggling, but complaining.

It's strange to listen carefully but not to hear.

Don't listen to it, that murmur seems to be deeply drilled into the brain, and no matter how much you expel it, you can't get rid of it.

The more you ignore it, the louder it becomes, and when you try to ignore it, it disappears without a trace, as if it never existed.

It made him have a splitting headache and almost go crazy.

Don't......

Got a weird story?

Thinking of this possibility, Wang Xuemin's hands and feet were numb, and his hair stood on end, like a mourner.

When you encounter strange talks, if you don't have the strength of a martial artist, don't think about living.

Nine deaths and one life, no, ten deaths and no life.

"Damn it, it's unfair!"

"Why are you targeting me, poor bastard!"

Wang Xuemin was quite unwilling.

He didn't do anything bad, did he?

At most, just a few days ago, because of eating and drinking, I made some fox friends in Sangma Town.

Although those guys are also very disdainful of the identity of illegitimate children, but with their identities, they can't get Wang Fu's real heirs, so they can only work him.

After all, the prime minister's door is a seven-rank official.

Although Wang Fu is not a prime minister, in the small town of Sangma, he also has the means to the sky.

It's a pity that these guys don't understand how pitiful Wang Xuemin's status in the family is, and because of the rule that the ugliness of the family cannot be publicized, it has been concealed.

Of course, he didn't give up on himself, and Wang Xuemin just used this to eat and drink.

The status and hardship of an illegitimate child in the family is unimaginable to outsiders.

He wants to become a warrior and become a master, and some of the faces that should be abandoned have long been thrown away by him.

"Did the incident of eating and drinking outside happen?"

"Are you trapped by some methods of the warrior?"

Wang Xuemin still had a trace of luck in his heart, and he didn't want to believe that a strange incident had happened to him.

After all, in his understanding, a warrior who can fight against strange tales may have some magical means.

It is likely that these warriors locked themselves up.

In his family, there are several warriors, although they are not very powerful, but all kinds of strange methods are endless.

"It must have been the warrior-sama who caught him. I heard that some powerful warriors have the means of mustard Na Sumeru, maybe this is the way they are now. ”

Making fox friends and dog friends outside, eating and drinking together, let the clan elders in the family know, and was arrested by the warriors in the family, although they may be punished very severely, but it is much better than losing their lives.

Thinking about it like this, Wang Xuemin finally suppressed the fear in his heart.

To be honest, he couldn't even think of talking about this thing, even if it was just those two words.

In the world of weird talk, these two words are taboo. Non-martial artists, ordinary humans dare not narrate. It's as if saying a word will invite these mysterious existences.

Thinking of the legends of monsters in the wilderness, Wang Xuemin felt a burst of fear for no reason.

He tried to escape, but it was pitch black, like a cage.

He had nowhere to run.

What to do?

On the other side, in the dark.

Wu Hao looked at the man shrouded in ghost fog and fell into deep thought.

Entering the coffin, he saw the sleeping man lying in it.

This person is dressed somewhat similar to the decoration of ancient China.

Watching its breath is just an ordinary human being!

Although Wu Hao didn't know the language of his own words, he was sure that he had seen it before.

From the strange world where the name of the god is!

His own god name skill: The world that Haotian is involved in.

A world called Weird Talk.

"Sure enough, that god has something to do with the weird world. My previous guess was not wrong. ”

"It's just that it's obviously in the dream world, day and night are transformed, but why did you suddenly come to the strange talk world?"

He couldn't figure it out.

At this moment, what he has done is to collect information about this human being, and even through extreme fear, the human spirit in front of him will fluctuate, so as to steal some of this man's thoughts.

At the same time, he is also observing some of the physiological conditions of human beings in this world under the influence of ghost fog.

Only by knowing oneself and knowing one's opponent can one win a hundred battles.

A lot of information, including the characteristics of this world, and even some rules, can be seen from some human behavior activities, traces of thoughts, and the state of being affected by the ghost fog.

Some of the information was known when it first devoured the rules containing the name of the god, and some of it was just known.

"Strange talk, warrior..... Ghost Eye Province ...... Huaiyue ...... It's a really interesting world. ”

"Especially the martial artists, they can actually confront the strange talk head-on, is the strange talk of this world too weak, or is the martial artist here too strong?"

"It should be the latter, according to the information this guy knows, the strength of the martial artist is almost much stronger than the ghost riders in the human scalp paper world. If you really compare it, it can be compared to the human hunters in the grotesque game. ”

"Spirit, ancestral hall, ancestral house...... Guardian Gong and Drum...... Interesting, so interesting. A strange world where there are spirits, gods, strange stories, warriors, and even desecration of stone tablets. ”

The more he read the information in the man's mind, the more frightened Wu Hao became.

However, there was another point that caught his attention even more was that this man was not affected by the corrosive pollution of the ghost mist.

The ghostly mist could not eat away at his body or spirit.

The mental pollution of whispering and murmuring will only bring him headaches and irritability.

Incredible!

This was the first time Wu Hao had seen ordinary creatures unaffected by the ghost mist.

How strong is the pollution of his current grotesque power to give birth to ghost fog?

In the world of time and time, completely unleash his power, although it is not up to the level of perversion that the king of the grotesque can pollute even ordinary substances, but it can also change the regional weather, so that the surroundings instantly enter the extreme gloomy scene.

However, such a powerful force could not pollute a small human being?

Why?

What went wrong?

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