"Oops!" Wang He's secret way is not good, Shi Chong is controlled by emotions, he will magnify his anger a hundred times or even a thousand times, and the rise in blood pressure in the brain will cause the blood vessels to rupture, and it may not be possible if his head is exploded directly, so he hurriedly stepped forward to appease.

But at this time, how could Shi Chong still listen to the words, his temper came up, and even Wang He had to cut it together, and the monster was cut off two tentacles, but it was still at ease, and the broken tentacles grew again in a very short time.

Laifu's state also went wrong, and the person who was cowering at the door suddenly rushed in like crazy, but fortunately, it was not serious, Wang He roared, and it stopped and kept roaring in a low voice.

Wang He knew that this must have been affected by a spiritual attack, so he stepped forward and took off Laifu's battle suit, so he asked Laifu to go up and temporarily drag the monster, and he seized an opportunity to drag Shi Chong out of the battlefield and strangled his neck with his backhand.

Shi Chong, who was already angry to the point of high blood pressure, was strangled like this, and the blood supply to the hypoxic brain was even more insufficient, and he fainted in a few seconds, Wang He put him aside, drew his knife and joined the battle.

"Get him out!"

Wang He kicked the monster away, stopped Laifu who was about to pounce, the mutant dog shook his head unwillingly, resisted the urge to tear the other party apart, obediently stepped back, grabbed Shi Chong's tactical vest, and ran away with him the same way.

When the monster saw that two of them were gone, and there was only one left, his confidence suddenly increased greatly, and he took the initiative to pounce on it, but it was just that soft and lying on his stomach, and the speed was really not fast.

It glanced at the shattered helmet underground, and then looked at Wang He's head, five tentacles beckoned to Wang He's head, and the monster seemed to have found out, without the helmet, these humans would not be able to resist its spiritual attack.

How could Wang He make it so easy to get his hands on, the two horizontal knives in his hands danced like windmills, but in a moment, all the tentacles of the monster were cut off, but unfortunately the tentacles grew too fast, and the part that was cut off would not lose its activity in a short time, and it actually entangled Wang He's legs.

When the monster took advantage of Wang He's distraction to solve the tentacles on his legs, he rolled up several corpses on the ground and smashed them over, Wang He split the corpses with two knives, and a tentacle without tentacles suddenly stretched straight and poked at his head fiercely.

The helmet limited the range of sight, and this blow came from the blind spot on the side, Wang He didn't have time to dodge, the helmet was directly knocked away, losing the protection of the shield, and his brain suddenly tingled.

"It's over!" Wang He's heart suddenly cooled, once his emotions were out of control in this basement, unless he immediately killed this monster who didn't know if it was the controller, otherwise once it dragged on for a long time, he would not have time to wait for rescue, and he would definitely die.

At that moment, he launched a ruthless attack, and rushed forward desperately, but the monster began to retreat as if it had seen a ghost, and scurried around the room.

Wang He will fight back when it is delaying time, and when his emotions are uncontrollable, he will fight back, and he will speed up the rhythm of the attack, where is the monster his opponent, the tentacles continue to grow, and they are constantly cut off.

The growth of the monster tentacles is getting slower and slower, and Wang He also found that compared to Shi Chong's helmet after being knocked off, he was in a different state that instantly lost control, he seemed to have nothing to do, and his emotions were very stable so far, could it be that the spiritual attack was ineffective against him?

After cutting off several of the monster's tentacles again, the monster stopped running and collapsed to the ground, and the tentacles no longer grew, and the monster looked at him with pleading eyes.

"Don't kill me!"

Wang He suddenly heard someone talking, nervously put on a defensive posture, looked around but didn't find anyone else, and then saw that the monster on the ground that had no tentacles was staring at him with dark green eyes.

"Can you speak?" Wang He felt ridiculous, how could this monster speak.

"Don't kill me...... You ate me...... So much...... Leave me alone! ”

It was confirmed that the monster did not speak, its mouth did not move, and the voice did not come from anywhere else, it sounded directly in the head.

Wang He stared at the monster in front of him and asked, "Is it you?" ”

"Don't kill me......" The monster was indifferent to his question, it didn't seem to hear it at all, and the words in his head kept repeating that sentence, disturbing Wang He's brain couldn't think, and in his distraught, he shouted: "Shut up!" ”

The voice really stopped, Wang He saw that the shouting was effective, so he shouted and asked a few more words, but there was no reply, after calming down, he stared at the monster and thought for a moment, suddenly concentrated all his concentration, and asked again: "Is it you?" ”

"It's me...... You've eaten me a lot......"

It really worked, Wang He seemed to have discovered a new continent, and tried to ask questions again, but this time, he didn't make a sound, just concentrated in his mind and asked, "Who else is here?" ”

"It's just me...... Eaten a lot by you...... I...... Weak ......"

Wang He didn't know much about the battle in his mind before, and he was in the same state as a brainless idiot, repeatedly saying to the monster that he would eat it a lot, and he didn't understand what it meant at all.

However, this question was immediately transmitted to the monster's mind, and a picture appeared in Wang He's mind out of thin air, the virtual battlefield, the devouring of cells, simple and abstract, but it expressed the meaning very clearly, and instantly made Wang He understand the meaning.

The spiritual world is so wonderful that in reality such a picture is impossible to decipher, but in the spiritual world, it seems to be accompanied by a detailed, but silent narration, explaining all the details to the person being shown, and this is only for a short moment.

Wang He understood that his brain had devoured the other party's spiritual power, and it was precisely because of this that after losing the helmet, the spiritual attack had no effect on himself, and wearing the helmet with its own electric roasting attribute was simply redundant.

In this silent exchange, the speed of all kinds of information transmission is getting faster and faster, and Wang He quickly got used to this efficient way of conveying information, almost like a sponge absorbing water, unscrupulously absorbing the information in the monster's mind.

From the information, Wang He knew everything about the monster, but unfortunately it only had the memories of a few months after it had spiritual power, and these memories contained how the monster used mental power to control mutated zombies and how to mentally attack.

The experience of a large number of failed cases and various attempts can make Wang He avoid many detours in how to use his mental power, and these valuable knowledge make him indulge in it and receive information hungrily.

He didn't notice that a lot of useless information was also accepted, Wang He just filtered and screened them and threw them aside, completely ignoring it, and as the amount of information transmitted became larger and larger, the monster's expression became weird.

When Wang He realized that the useless information discarded on the side had occupied a lot of space in his spiritual world, the sense of crisis was belated.

In an instant, these useless information condensed into countless terrifying tentacles, frantically shattering everything they could touch, Wang He suddenly opened his eyes, and the monster in front of him was smiling, looking like a conspiracy had succeeded.

Enduring the sharp pain in his head, Wang He brandished a horizontal knife and slashed the monster to pieces, but it was too late, and countless spiritual tentacles were entrenched in Wang He's brain and began to extend to all corners.

"You're me...... I'm your ......"

The meaning was unknown, but Wang He instantly understood that the other party was trying to occupy his body, or to take away his spirit.

"Bastard! Lao Tzu's body, how can it be so easy to occupy! Wang He immediately unleashed his spiritual power and began to fight back with the method he had just learned.

However, the monster is not a controller who can control hundreds of mutated zombies, Wang He's counterattack was easily defused by it, and the information passed to him by the cunning controller is true and effective, but it is also the most basic.

It's like a mad adult who gives a razor-sharp dagger to a three-year-old child, only to run over it in a tank, and it's not a level duel at all.

When the controller gave up his body and poured all his power into Wang He's brain, it seemed that the controller who had already decided Wang He's life and death and broke the cauldron frantically occupied Wang He's spiritual world, compressing Wang He's spiritual power in a corner.

Any resistance seemed to be useless at this point, and Wang He watched as his spiritual world was destroyed, and the fragments of memory that recorded countless information were stripped away piece by piece, replaced by the filthy and outrageous memories of the manipulator.

But compared to its experience in just a few months, Wang He's memory bank is huge and messy, and the memories of the controller are like a drop of water thrown into the ocean, not only did not succeed in clearing and replacing them, but were pushed aside.

Like a person's dreams, or meaningless conjectures when he is in a daze, these memories are discarded as bizarre and useless things, and Wang He's memory fragments return to their original places, pieced together into their original appearance.

The tentacles of the controller frantically impacted Wang He's memories, over and over again, until some memories began to become blurry, Wang He didn't know why it was so obsessed with the existence of memories, but instinctively, he desperately used his mental power to protect these memories.

What he doesn't know is that memory is the essence and soul of a person, and the absence of memory means the disappearance of this identity, just like an article, if the handwriting on the paper that bears it is eliminated and a picture is painted, then can it still be called an article?

Wang He's subconscious protection of his memory greatly delayed the progress of the controller's seizure, which also made the controller realize that if Wang He's spiritual power was not completely destroyed, this body would never be obtained.

The spiritual tentacles changed the direction of the attack, from the original suppression, to devouring and encroaching, Wang He instantly felt a huge pressure, and his spiritual power began to disappear little by little, although he used all the methods, he still couldn't resist.

Wang He retreated one after another, facing the tide of spiritual tentacles of the controller, he couldn't come up with a little means to counter, these dark green tentacles, entangled Wang He's spiritual power, the five tentacles at the top of the tentacles, tore the spiritual power into small pieces, and then devoured it.

Wait a minute...... Why tentacles, why tentacles?