"I don't like nonsense. If you don't tell the truth, I will let you cut out your own tongue."
The barrel of Daniel's gun was pressed between Tang Guozhong's eyebrows. He approached step by step, looking down at Tang Guozhong with an indifferent tone.
The pitch-black pistol exuded a strange aura, it was a sealed object.
"I said it, I said it all."
Tang Guozhong bared his teeth and said with a mournful face: "The young master and I are nobles from Funong. He, he is the son of Elder Huangwu, and he came to the outer dark world to experience..."
"Elder Desolate, which Presbyterian Church is he from?" Daniel said.
Which Presbyterian?
Qian, now Funong is divided into different presbyteries?
Tang Guozhong once again felt that he could not keep up with the times.
But the next moment, Daniel's hand holding the barrel of the gun suddenly trembled.
Tang Guozhong closed his eyes.
Daniel roared in pain,
Tang Guozhong opened his eyes.
He did nothing.
He watched Daniel kneel on the ground, covering his head with his hands, his body shaking continuously, as if he was enduring great pain or fighting against something.
Tang Guozhong picked up the pistol on the ground, turned it around leisurely on his fingertips, and then pointed the barrel of the gun at Daniel's head.
Finger, about to press hard.
He is not Daniel, he really doesn't talk nonsense.
But at this moment, Tang Guozhong suddenly felt a strange force brushing through his soul. It felt like someone scratched you with a feather. _o_m
Then, there is another cold winter wind blowing on your body wearing a thick cotton jacket.
There is a feeling, but it is almost the same as not having it.
"Don't kill him yet."
Outside the funeral home, Milt walked out, still wearing the dark green desolate robe with white gold stripes.
He originally wanted to use the same method to deal with Daniel to control Tang Guozhong, but obviously, he failed.
So, he came out and spoke.
Of course, this was not because he wanted to do anything to Tang Guozhong, but simply because, in that situation, Milt subconsciously chose the most time-saving and convenient method.
"Is it still useful?" Tang Guozhong asked.
"He has something to do with the one inside." Milt said: "The one inside, like me, is afraid, and he can use it to threaten."
Tang Guozhong frowned slightly. He resisted the urge to shoot Daniel now and said, "I think there is something wrong with this person."
Whoosh!
Namilia's figure emerged from the light blue. He also rushed to the funeral home and felt surprised when he saw Daniel lying on the ground, curled up and screaming, covering his head.
This is... the power of fear level?
In the face of horror, absolutely... crushing.
Namilia is certain that this must be a fear-level ability in the Trickster path.
He glanced at Milt. This man was stronger than he thought.
"Master." Tang Guozhong bowed slightly and said, "The answer is behind the door." He pointed to the iron door at the end of the funeral parlor lobby.
Namilia nodded and turned to look at Milt: "What are you going to do?"
"My advice is... do nothing."
Milt sat down on the ground and said.
Namilia blinked.
"The one inside is a fear-level "Muppet of Misfortune". He is not aggressive, but can be called one of the most disgusting mutants."
"What is the ability?"
"It can make you die quietly. His ability is just like the name of this stage. He is a disaster and you are a disaster. He is a puppet and you are also a puppet."
Namilia looked at Daniel seriously. He had just finished listening very seriously, but he felt as if he hadn't listened at all.
"Well, I still recommend killing him."
Tang Guozhong looked at Daniel. He never let go of the gun in his hand, and the cold barrel of the gun was pointed at Daniel's head.
"If the calamity ability has already occurred, if you fire now, the result will be that the gun goes off and you are shot."
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Milt sat cross-legged and said calmly.
"He made me feel very dangerous." Tang Guozhong said.
Milt glanced at Tang Guozhong in surprise. He didn't know why his "taming" failed to affect Tang Guozhong. Maybe it was some sealed object that protected the soul... But no matter what, this also meant that Tang Guozhong was not An ordinary mutant.
Sealed objects that can easily resist the influence of fear are also fear-level at best...
What's more, I can't figure out what kind of mutant Tang Guozhong is.
"Why are you so obsessed with killing him?" Milt asked.
Tang Guozhong's persistence made him re-examine his Daniel.
"I don't know." Tang Guozhong shook his head.
There is one thing he cannot say,
That is, he has lived for several epochs after all. _o_m
And for him, his intuition is often very accurate.
"Maintaining bad luck consumes spiritual energy. The person inside cannot maintain it all the time. Even if he plays psychological warfare, we are not afraid. After all, we are waiting for support." Milt said lightly: "Before I came, I arranged the communication formation. Counting the time, my colleagues are already on their way."
He has been surrounded.
Namilia looked at the iron door, pursed her lips slightly, and slowly clenched her fists.
He was a little uneasy.
Light blue spiritual light spread from Namilia's mind, and everything around him was covered with a layer of light blue "gauze" in his eyes.
Just like the "true face" of Niuma Village was revealed before, this was the improvement in ability he obtained after almost completely digesting the traveler's essence.
The effect is to "observe the traces and glimpse the reality."
As a traveler, knowing where he has traveled and where he is is a compulsory course for his journey.
A good traveler will not walk through a forest and think it is a desert.
You can feel the environmental conditions of this forest, what it looked like in the past, whether it was more prosperous or poorer, what year did the rivers start to wash out the earth, and how many times did flash floods destroy life.
It is walking down-to-earth in the soil and resonating with the earth.
Just look up at the sky and the clouds will tell you what happened here.
This is a "traveler".
Commonly known as the most useless mutant.
And being weak on one side also means being stronger on the other side.
Just like at this moment, as the hazy "veil" was lifted, Namilia's expression became slightly solemn.
He felt very strange, everything here seemed to tell him that everything you saw was real.
Yes, because Namilia noticed that what it looked like before the layer of gauze was lifted was still the same after it was lifted off.
It's like you added a rich second generation online, and the rich second generation said V, I'm 49 and eat crazy Thursdays, and I'll wait until we meet next week to take you to the Maldives.
You gave V 50 and met on the weekend.
It turns out that he is really a fucking rich second generation, and you guys actually got on the plane and went to the Maldives for vacation.
Namilia licked her lips and bared her teeth.
This is obviously problematic.
Can,
What's the problem? .
