Luo Binhan didn't even want to sit up. He skillfully took out his gun, pointed it at the stone statue's head and said, "Are you happy being scolded by the young master?"
"Hey, calm down, calm down, mortal." The stone statue said, "The little toy in your hand is as useless as your meat bag. Do you understand?"
It floated up from the grass, spinning in the wind as freely as a piece of paper. Luo Binhan thought it was going to do it again, but this time he didn't see anything terrifying. It just floats, spins, and occasionally shakes its head violently like it's equipped with an electric motor. Luo Binhan hated that it used Momolo's colonial form to do this, but it was much better than the previous examples anyway.
He thought of Jing Huang's words, so he tried to control his thoughts, like twisting them from a dense and chaotic spider web into a concise and simple thread, so that the thought stealer would not get too much information from his head.
But that's hard. When he tried to do this, he realized that it was much harder to control his thoughts than his arms or eyelids, and the more he tried to tighten them, the more turbulent his thoughts became. His eyes unintentionally passed by the grass glowing with the enchanting purple, and in the lightning flash, he generated associations that were so complex that he could hardly believe it. He thought of Zhou Yu's skirt, her disappearance, her murderer, and then Zhou Wenxing sitting on the orange syrup pool staring into the void, the song written for Upsilon, and the dream of flowers under the heavy rain. …
stop. He said to himself in his mind. Trying to use enough volume to interrupt this running memory chain. But it was still too late. Almost in the next second, Momolo's flying stone statue transformed into Zhou Wenxing with a friendly smile. A disgusting planet, a completely alien monster, which has never participated in any part of his life, but can accurately identify which of these fragments of thoughts is the most disgusting and terrifying to him. This is simply amazing. Luo Binhan was so angry that he gritted his teeth.
"Zhou Wenxing" jumped a few steps away lightly. Luo Binhan wanted to give him two shots without hesitation, but he found that his feet were sinking, and bright orange liquid like sunshine seeped out from the depths of the grass, turning into a hot syrup swamp to swallow him. Being swallowed by the swamp made his shooting lose its accuracy, and he missed several shots in a row - maybe it was because "Zhou Wenxing" was as agile and quick as the original.
"Ah, he has a good body." The other party also commented in Zhou Wenxing's voice, "I like your impression of him. Do you mind giving me his contact information? But I don't like the idea of him blowing up stars."
Most of his body sank into the treacle swamp. Thanks to the isolation of the protective suit, it did not cause him any harm, but the thick syrup greatly hindered his movement. His arm could no longer be raised so easily, and "Zhou Wenxing" took this opportunity to jump over. It squatted down in the grass in front of Robin and brought its face very close. Luo Binhan could see its pupils flowing continuously like jet-black droplets.
"Interesting." It said, twisting its head like an owl. "It seems like you are just an ordinary meatbag, but there is a devil hiding in your head. How? Why should she serve you? What is so special about you?" "
Its words lit up Luo Binhan's thoughts. He suddenly realized the reason why this demon star wanted to contact him again: not for him, but for Li——
Stop it. He yelled at himself in his mind. He didn't know who the girl was, he didn't know where she was, he didn't know who got her. In order to prevent his brain from thinking about the matter carefully, he began to chant "I don't know" continuously.
"Zhou Wenxing" looked at him a little distressed. The shape of his face began to change, his chin became more pointed, his face became smaller, his eyebrows became longer, and his forehead was raised. It became more like Li—Luo Binhan screamed over the word in his mind—and it became less like Zhou Wenxing. But this change was not completely completed. It stayed in a strange and terrible intermediate state, almost like a mixture of two people.
"Okay." It pulled its face and said, "You adapted pretty quickly, huh? Did you learn it from that red kid?"
Luo Binhan stared at it angrily. He didn't dare to stop talking, lest his thoughts race again, but this time he quickly changed his words: "Does it feel good to be scolded? Does it feel good to be scolded? Does it feel good to be scolded? Does it feel good to be scolded?"
The other party floated up. This indescribable weirdo was floating in the air at the moment and calmly snapped his fingers. Luo Binhan immediately coughed, and something sticky and cold blocked his respiratory tract. He was caught off guard and suffocated, and almost choked to death on the saliva he secreted. The blockage squirmed and climbed up in his throat, making him want to scratch his own throat.
He vomited up a toad covered in slime. The toad jumped out of the pool of syrup and disintegrated into countless ant-like insects. That scene in turn made Luo Binhan continue to vomit. It was indeed a nightmare experience, but fortunately the exhaustion prevented him from thinking wildly.
It started laughing again.
"Well, I should remind you of this. This is my world - yours, to be precise, but it's mine now, understand, mortal? I can do whatever I want with you. That doesn't mean anyone but you That thing, you--it's just a pile of meat, the same as everything here, I can change it however I want. Do you want to try turning into a chair? Or multiple butts above your head? Come on Just a friend, mortal!"
It pretended to stretch out a hand towards Luo Binhan. Almost at the same time, Luo Binhan heard the creaking of his own bones. He was stooped under the pressure, and a big bump swelled up on the side of his neck. At first, he thought it was a pustule, but he saw facial features and golden-red scales growing on its surface.
The victim he saw in his last nightmare sprouted from the side of his neck. The head, a cross between a fish and a walrus, swung wildly around his neck, screaming like a dolphin. Luo Binhan could feel how its muscles pulled on his blood vessels and vocal cords, as well as the scratching pain when the fish scales rubbed against his neck. That almost made him scream madly, but a little reason firmly bound him. He came here to find Upsilon, and Momoluo and Jing Huang were both there. Although he could not see them for the time being, his body was absolutely safe. None of this was true, but a malicious joke played on him after his head was hijacked.
Luo Binhan moved his hands. He realized that at least he still had a hold on the gun, so he twisted his wrist with difficulty and fired a series of shots into the screaming head on his neck. He could really feel the sharp pain of his skin being pierced and burned, as if he had actually been shot. After more than ten seconds, the head stopped moving completely. He put down the gun panting and heard someone applauding him.
"You've made a lot of progress, huh?" the thing said, "You're much more proficient than you were last time. I guess what did the red kid teach you?"
That's really looking down on him, Luo Binhan thought to himself,
This thing was obviously scolded by Jing Huang so much that he would never forget it. Because its little blinding methods can't do anything to Jing Huang, and other than that, it has no superiority over others. It has emotions, likes and dislikes, can communicate with others, and can be hurt by powerless words. It is nothing more than a twisted human being given a grotesque form and grotesque abilities. Then there is no insurmountable gap between them.
He persuaded himself with this set of words, trying his best to cultivate his feelings of contempt and ignore any changes in the outside world.
"Are you done going crazy?" He said with his eyes closed, "Is this all you can do? Looking through other people's heads for scraps every day? After being in jail for a long time, you want to eat shit, right? Okay, I'll be yours."
Hundreds of Jing Huangs were noisy and noisy in his imagination. If he could make this mask a reality, it would undoubtedly become a unique sight in the world. Unfortunately, Luo Binhan was limited by his own imagination. He could only let the content of Jing Huang's cordial exchanges with him in the past quickly pass through his mind like playing a voice. Targeting without aim obviously greatly reduced his effectiveness, but at least it had some effect. He heard the thing hiss with disapproval and disgust.
"Hey, hey, don't be so rude, okay?" it said close to Luo Binhan's ear, "I don't like playing like this."
"Are you afraid?" Luo Binhan replied with his eyes closed.
"Do you really think I'm afraid of this?" the other party said in a sly tone, "You know so little, mortal, I mean, you don't even know anything about what's happening around you. This That's what you thought could knock me out, but that's not even close! You never figured out what he was, right? What did he come into contact with? What did he follow? Seriously, I give you a sincere Suggestion: If you think I'm scary, you should be more scared of the red kid."
