"Please."

"Let me go, my child has just turned one month old, I..."

The villagers were indifferent.

Everyone was like stone sculptures, not changing a single movement, still watching silently.

At this moment, suddenly, the bonfire outside suddenly burst into flames, and a burst of fire shot into the sky.

The flames changed rapidly, gradually turning from orange to pale, and then to pale green, covering the entire area with a strange aura.

Each villager's face was reflected by the flames at the same time, making it look terrifying.

The clothes on their bodies also began to change, turning into white mourning clothes.

Hundreds of villagers turned into dead people at the same time!

Moreover, it seems that he was just killed by them!

The villagers moved, but they had no legs, but they floated strangely in the air.

They slowly converge towards the center

All the members of the southern tribe fell into terror at the same time, and heart-wrenching roars broke out one after another.

They wanted to move their bodies, but they couldn't stand up because the ropes on their bodies gave them a real sense of restraint, preventing them from moving at all.

Just like that, the speed of all the dead villagers suddenly increased and drowned the prisoners.

They raised the simple and primitive "weapons" in their hands and greeted the southern tribe members alive, like ghosts coming back from hell, seeking revenge on these evil people who took their lives.

And what came from their bodies was real pain. Blood spurted out, and their flesh and blood were blurred.

Screams come and go

"Roar!"

I don't know who made a shrill and frightening roar, and the scene changed again.

Everyone is back to reality!

They seem to be experiencing the same nightmare

Until now, they still couldn't react quickly and were still in extreme fear.

Several people were lying on the ground, covering their heads and huddled up, trembling and sobbing softly:

"Don't kill me. I was wrong."

"Spare me."

Several people seemed to have lost their intuition and looked blankly at the honest and honest figure, but there was no reaction, as if their spirits had been destroyed by fear.

Even the old cat is an excited person, looking at things in an unbelievable and unpredictable way.

At this moment, Mu Bozhi was holding the submachine gun he had thrown aside in his hand, smiling and nodding to him.

Without any hesitation, Mo Zhi pulled the bolt of the gun, loaded the bullet, and pointed the muzzle at the defeated group of people.

"Those who kill will always be killed. It's such a cliche. I've forgotten which novel this sentence came from." He sighed with an unpredictable resentment and pulled the trigger.

Except for Uncle Cat, everyone else died at the same time and returned to the embrace of the Iron God together.

The old cat stood up in surprise:

"Is this your new ability?"

"Have you upgraded?"

Mo Zhi smiled, not wanting to irritate himself as he was still a red-level mentor, so he started telling lies:

"It's not upgraded. It's still the original hypnosis skill. It's just been developed a little bit."

Uncle Cat looked at Mu Yi with suspicion, but could not feel any fluctuations in the source of symbols from him.

Unpredictable threw the submachine gun to Lao Mao, looked at the corpse on the ground, and sighed in his heart:

"This is the new ability. Surrender and dreaming."

Just now, the command to "put down the gun" was exactly the ability: surrender!

This sentence came about because he had an idea and used it after hearing the captain Lao Mao order the team members to put down their guns.

Those southern tribe members were hesitating at that time, and it was precisely because Uncle Cat's order served as a psychological foreshadowing that the unpredictable effect of the same order, that is, surrender could be exerted - this allowed them to not think deeply for a while.

, just listen to "surrender" with your subconscious surface intuition.

It seems that the content of this surrender skill is the most critical. Mu Zhi thought thoughtfully.

And another skill is his new orange-level skill "Dream Making".

This skill can be activated on multiple targets at the same time, allowing them to enter the dream world.

In dreams, the unpredictable is God, the creator and creator of dreams.

He can arrange the plots and scenes in his dreams at will.

The effect this time was surprisingly good. A seemingly terrifying ghost revenge drama caused all the southern tribe members to have mental problems.

The only drawback is that when Mozhi uses this skill, he cannot control his body in reality.

This is not difficult to accept, at least Mozhi thinks it should be harmless. After all, if his real body can still move freely, wouldn't it be equivalent to being invincible - dragging the enemy into a dream and killing him directly in reality?

other side.

He nodded to himself, remembering the experience of using the new skill for the first time, and then looked at the old cat:

"Why don't you change back to your original body?"

"Tch!" The old cat nodded and the symbol flashed.

The backpack behind him stirred, and the fat yellow cat crawled out.

"It's so hard for me. I have to bring my original body with me when I go out to do the mission." The old cat complained sadly.

Mo Cai smiled: "If that doesn't work, just change your body. Don't worry so much about whether the body is yours."

The old cat shook his head: "Forget it, I have mental mysophobia."

"I'm a psychiatrist." Mo Zhi reminded.

Uncle Cat was too lazy to talk to Mo Zhi anymore and looked up at the direction of the village:

"Is it resolved over there?"

Unpredictable shrugged: "No problem at all."

After the voice fell, four figures appeared from the darkness.

Zong Baiyi, Akali, Captain Vera, whom I haven’t seen for a long time, and a yellow-level female spirit puppet.

They had already entered the village to deal with the people Pelo brought in. There was no pressure at all to deal with more than thirty ordinary people.
Chapter completed!