Seeing that Wu Sheng didn't react at all, the figure's behavior became exaggerated again. He seemed to be still smiling.
Laughing so hard, he bent over and slapped his thighs with both hands.
Wu Sheng's indifference seemed like some kind of joke to him.
"Oh?" Wu Sheng's behavior seemed to be out of his control at this time. He suddenly stopped the many expressions that appeared on his face at the same time.
"Are you laughing?" Wu Sheng took a breath: "What on earth are you laughing at?"
All the cracks on the ground disappeared, replaced by withered arms. Some of them were grabbing Wu Sheng's ankles, and some were already grabbing his calves.
The fingers stretched out and clenched for a while, as if they were cheering for this moment.
"I'm laughing at you." The person who answered Wu Sheng was not the figure who was about to lie on the ground, but the fat woman.
When the woman finished saying this, her body actually changed.
The changes started from her feet and were gradually encroaching on her body.
Traces of blood and traces of being scratched gradually appeared on her feet. The further up she went, the more blood stains on her clothes became, and the clothes became more tattered.
When it reached her chest, a hollowed-out chest was revealed. As her breath changed, her red inner walls gradually floated.
"What? Isn't it possible?" The figure couldn't help laughing, and slowly raised his waist. He regained his composure and looked at Wu Sheng, who was in a state of uncertainty.
As for Wu Sheng, he did not rush to answer his words, but laughed again. The corners of his mouth raised slightly, and he actually said something uncertain: "Oh? Of course you can laugh. After all, you have a long mouth." Is it possible that I can control your face and prevent you from smiling?"
"This sounds so ridiculous..."
The figure suddenly stopped. He seemed a little surprised by Wu Sheng's words. The first half of the sentence was expected by him, but the second half was really not expected by him.
As he stopped, the crowd in front of him became calm, as if waiting for his order.
And the people standing in front have become what they were when they died early yesterday morning.
The man waved his hand gently, and the crowd in front of him began to disintegrate, turning into dots of light and shadow and flying away in the wind.
"Looking at your current appearance." The figure was silent for a long time: "Wu Sheng, I really hope you can persevere."
All the people in front of him had disappeared. Looking with his head in the direction of the stars, he asked again: "And you... Wu Sheng, do you still have this chance?"
At this moment, Wu Sheng felt that his mood had become depressed. He suddenly regained his composure, but his face was full of pain and confusion.
His groggy brain and the restlessness at his feet prevented him from thinking calmly. He wanted to dodge the hands at his feet, but it was already too late.
"Who...are you...?" Wu Sheng's question seemed to torture the mind of the man who couldn't see his facial features clearly.
He seemed to have considered this issue for a long time, but it was unexpected.
"Who am I?" The man took a deep breath and looked up at the sky.
It was only then that Wu Sheng realized that the sky was now dark, without a single cloud.
But the sky seemed to come to life, flowing like thin water. It seemed that the situation was still increasing.
The figure finally spoke, and he asked: "Who am I? It seems that I don't know it myself. You can only answer this question by asking yourself."
"It's a pity that you don't seem to have a chance?" What the man said was confused, and even he himself didn't seem to know why he asked this question.
He thought for a while and then said: "Isn't it?"
Wu Sheng's brain felt like it was going to explode. There was no logic to distinguish his words and answers. He kept sucking in the air-conditioning just to relieve himself.
As for the hand that grabbed Wu Sheng's leg, it was now on his waist.
"You still have three chances." The figure said coldly. After he said that, he sat down on the ground, as if waiting for some good show to come on.
"Who am I...could it be...isn't it?" Wu Sheng held his chin with one hand and moved the rotten hand downwards with the other hand.
"It sounds like..." Wu Sheng was mid-sentence, and the face he held up with his hands changed again, which was a sign of desire.
"It's simply ridiculous!" As the sentence ended, the speed of those hands actually became a little faster.
"Ha...am I Nightmare You'e? Or are you Nightmare You'e?" Wu Sheng sneered.
For some reason, the more Wu Sheng fell into this immersed and lost emotion, the more awake he became, but the words that came out of his mouth were different from what he wanted to express.
Those strange breaths seemed to be covering Wu Sheng's mouth, and they became restless every time he spoke.
It was as if he was not only controlling Wu Sheng's brain, but also his language that he could persist in.
"Yes...it doesn't seem to be...you seem to be still you, but I am no one." The man shook his head slightly: "There are still two last chances."
"Wu Sheng, you have to work harder." After saying that, he began to cross his legs and lowered his head without saying a word.
It seemed that he didn't care about the next result, and it seemed that the result was just as he planned, that's why he seemed so careless.
Then the crowd that had originally dissipated appeared again in the blink of an eye, and they started pointing at Wu Sheng again.
"Is this kid going to die?"
"It's good to die! It's good to die! This is the retribution he deserves!"
"That's right! Let him die quickly! Let him pay with his life!"
The faces of these people gradually became more ferocious and fierce, and even their bodies became distorted.
In the end, it turned into half human and half beast. Following their vicious words, the body that still retained the human body began to be gradually devoured by the other half of the beast.
In the end, they all turned into monsters, but one thing they had in common was that the parts where their hearts were dug out remained the same.
"No!" Wu Sheng sneered! He looked at his hands that were changing, and suddenly felt a mercenary feeling in his heart that he was the greatest.
"No! It's not me who deserves to die!" Wu Sheng roared angrily, causing slight tremors in the surrounding area.
The figure who had been silent spoke: "Wu Sheng... you have one more chance."
Then those hands quickly climbed to the top of Wu Sheng's head and began to press down hard. Wu Sheng began to sink into the ground bit by bit!
