"Hmm? What's going on?"

Fang Mu suddenly heard a sound coming from his ears in a desperate suffocation.

"What is power +1? I heard that people will have hallucinations before they die. Is this my hallucination?"

"Attacked by a power-type ghost, power +1."

At this time, another voice came, and Fang Mu woke up a little later.

My neck was still being grabbed by monsters, but the suffocation seemed much lighter at this moment, and it was not as uncomfortable as it was at the beginning.

"Ding, attacked by the power-type ghost, power +1."

Fang Mu's eyes, whose originally wide open, suddenly became bright. With this prompt sound, he... seemed to be able to move!

He stretched out his right hand and touched the claws on his neck. Fang Mu began to beat him hard.

The monster initially had mocking on his face, like a hunter playing with his prey. He was shocked when he saw the prey step by step towards death.

In its eyes, the human being narrowed down without any resistance, and at this moment it began to move. Not only that, it also grabbed its hand and broke it out.

A huge force erupted from the hand of the weak human in front of him, and then the monster was horrified to find that his fingers were actually broken apart one by one.

"Click!"

The sound of bone cracks came, and the monster's right five fingers twisted into a strange shape. Fang Mu escaped from it and fell to the ground and kept breathing. Suddenly, he seemed to realize where he was, so he quickly stood up to face the monster.

"Just...what's my strength?"

Fang Mu clenched his fists and could feel a powerful force flowing between his muscles. When he recalled the sound just now, he suddenly had an idea.

"At attacked by the power-type ghost, my power has actually increased. Is this my golden finger?"

When he was chatting with Yan Qing on the train, Yan Qing asked him if he believed it or not. He was thinking about such an outrageous thing in his heart. How could it happen? He believed it if he wanted to travel through time.

Because... he traveled through time and lasted for three years.

"It's been three years, three years, three years later... Bah, there's a wrong set, has my gold finger finally arrived?"

Fang Mu couldn't suppress the joy in his heart and almost couldn't help but dance, but the monster in front of him gave him a reminder that this was not an occasion to be happy about.

"If you don't sleep well... you will die!"

The monster wearing the flight attendant's clothes raised his right hand. Although the joints of the right hand were broken by Fang Mu, the body that was more than three meters high was pressed over, which brought great pressure to Fang Mu and made him wake up.

"Damn!"

Fang Mu subconsciously blocked it with his right hand, and as soon as he made a move, he realized that the monster in front of him was useless even with the fancy ability of Yan Qing. Isn’t he a mantis arm to be a chariot?

Yes, in his eyes, Yan Qing's ability is a bit fancy.

It is an explosion talisman and a sound transmission note isolation talisman, but it just happened to be dead. What is this fancy thing?

Reality is often more outrageous than imagined. Fang Mun thought he was a mantis arm, but he didn't expect that this punch would be blocked by him.

"Bang!"

The sound of collision came, and Fang Mu's right hand collided with the monster's fist. The huge force made Fang Mu take two steps back, but it was not as powerful as imagined.

The monster rushed over and punched Fang Mu in the chest.

"Ding, attacked by the power-type ghost, power +1."

The picture is still, and an awkward smell comes from the air.

The monster's head was nothing but killing, but it was also a little confused by this scene.

It's unscientific. The power of this human being was not so great just now. How could it be evenly matched with me?

Fang Mu was also very surprised when he saw this scene, but in addition to being surprised, he suddenly had an outrageous idea of ​​committing suicide.

"No, no, it's too damn."

He wanted to give up this idea, but his strong mentality of death made his body very honest.

In the monster's surprised eyes, Fang Mu took back his right hand, then raised his head and turned his neck to the monster.

"Come on, pinch me hard."

Since you can gain strength by being attacked by it, let it attack.

When he was fighting against the monster just now, he did not get a prompt of +1 in strength. Fang Mu judged whether he needed not to resist.

monster:"……"

This is the first time I have seen such a strange request...

The monster's palm pinched Fang Mu's neck hard. It felt like it was despised by Fang Mu. As a dignified ghost, how could it be despised by weak humans? So this time it did not have the idea of ​​playing with it anymore, but used 100% of its strength.

"I admit I have the gambling ingredients..."

A familiar suffocation came, and Fang Mu felt like his neck was stuck with pliers, but the suffocation was far worse than the beginning, so Fang Mu could even sleep.

"Ding, received a power-type ghost attack, power +1."

"It's true. I have to give up resisting and let it attack so that I can obtain attributes."

Fang Mu felt that he was smart and praised his wit.

The veins on the monster's forehead stormed. The more it thought, the more it became, the more it was wrong. But it used 100% of its power. It seemed that the humans in front of it were nothing, and it was very... enjoyable?

It felt that as a ghost, it was enough, but it didn't expect to meet a guy who enjoyed death. Is this a script wrong?

"Ding, attacked by the power-type ghost, with strength +1, +1, +1..."

"Ding, get passive skills - the power of one elephant."

"well?"

Fang Mu suddenly opened his eyes: "It actually mutated and has obtained the skill, the power of the passive skill?"

He felt that although he was strangled, his waist was not sore and his legs were not hurt, and he didn't breathe when he climbed the fifth floor.

“???”

The monster's face was full of question marks, and your expression of enjoyment made it difficult for me to deal with it.

Fang Mu touched his chin with expectation: "Continue, don't be sympathetic to me."

monster:"……"

Crazy, this world is crazy, why did you meet this guy?

It would be fine if I had a look of enjoyment. I pinched myself here for a long time, and the humans in front of me seemed to have not been hurt at all, which made it a little bit suspicious of the ghost.

Fang Mu closed his eyes again, looked very weak, trying to get away with it.

After waiting for a long time, the prompt sound did not come.

Fang Mu opened his eyes again, looking at the monster with a ferocious face and even about to cry, showing a thoughtful expression.

"Maybe because this monster has limited strength, so I can only give myself such strength. If there is too much, it will exceed the strength of this monster."

The monster is really about to cry. This is too bullying the ghost. He can't beat him to death, but he just wants to pinch him. Isn't this intentional trick on the ghost?

"Bang."

The monster let go of his hand and was ready to leave this place that made it sad.

"Wait, did I let you go?"
Chapter completed!