After dying a hundred thousand times, I become a god in a strange world

Who is this Fang Xiu?

Could it be the second generation from the headquarters?

In fact, the reason why Yang Ming asked Fang Xiu was very simple. It was not to let the other party make up his mind, but he just wanted to know what other key information Fang Xiu had predicted.

Fang Xiu pondered for a moment: "First of all, everyone should report their abilities. I want to understand the role you can play."

Self-reported ability?

There is no doubt that everyone is very repelled by this. The ability of a spiritual master is equivalent to his own trump card. Sometimes he may be able to turn the tide of the battle with the help of poor information. Few people are willing to declare their family status.

There are many examples of first-level spiritual masters who have secretly killed a second-level spiritual master because of their special abilities and which were unknown to the public.

Everyone fell into silence, and no one spoke first.

Fang Xiu glanced around calmly and said calmly: "With your strength, is it necessary to hide your abilities?"

"What did you say!"

Teng!

A grumpy spiritual master stood up directly and glared at Fang Xiu.

"Who do you think you are? You're just an auxiliary..."

Before he finished speaking, the black and white pupils of Fang Xiu's right eye instantly turned into blood pupils.

"what!"

The spiritual master suddenly screamed and fell straight to the ground, holding his head tightly with both hands and rolling on the ground.

Everyone was shocked to see this strange scene.

No one thought that Fang Xiu had such terrifying means.

After Shen Lingxue in the corner saw Xue Tong, her face turned pale, and her delicate body trembled slightly involuntarily. It was obvious that some bad memories were evoked.

She immediately lowered her head and stared at her toes, not daring to look at Fang Xiu at all.

"Now, everyone has spoken about their abilities. Facing the nightmare, some waste that is holding back can only add nutrients to it and are not suitable to participate in the next action." Fang Xiu said calmly.

Some weak spiritual masters dared not speak out in anger, while those who thought they had some strength glared angrily. However, looking at Yang Ming who was watching eagerly from the side, they did not dare to attack in the end.

At this time, a man with dyed red hair and a male duck voice spoke first: "My ability is singing. Singing can affect other people's emotions and make people lose their minds."

Fang Xiu nodded, and then said: "The next one."

With the beginning of one person, the second one soon appeared, the third one...

"My ability is strength. I can explode with power far beyond that of ordinary people." A stooped and thin man said.

"Immobilization can immobilize people or things in a short period of time."

"..."

As everyone revealed their abilities one by one, Fang Xiu already had a judgment in his mind.

He knew that some of them must still be hiding something, but it didn't matter, and he never counted on others.

He just needs these people not to hold them back and to clear up some miscellaneous soldiers.

Now that the entire Green Vine City has fallen into the realm of nightmares, you don't need to think about it to know that you will definitely encounter countless nightmare brothers.

Fang Xiu did not intend to take action against these miscellaneous soldiers. He had to retain his strength to deal with the nightmare.

"You, come out."

Fang Xiu pointed at the red-haired Shamate who spoke first.

Shamat was stunned for a moment and pointed to his pierced nose.

"me?"

"Yes, it's you, sing a song and listen."

"Ah? Singing? Now?" Shamat suspected that Fang Xiu was humiliating himself.

But considering the opponent's strength and power, he accepted the humiliation calmly.

"Okay brother, what song do you want to listen to?"

"Good luck."

The corners of Shamate's mouth twitched.

"What? You can't sing?"

"No, no, I just think this song is so appropriate for the occasion."

"Fang Xiu, what do you want to do? It's a life-or-death situation now, and you're still in the mood to listen to music?"

A spiritual master asked directly. He was a little dissatisfied with Xiu Yi's bossy behavior, but now that he was wasting his time, he couldn't help it anymore.

Fang Xiu glanced at him calmly and said calmly: "With your IQ, it's difficult for me to explain to you."

"you!"

The spiritual master was furious on the spot, and looked like he was about to take action directly, but Yang Ming just took a step forward and gave him a slightly warning look, and he immediately withered.

"just sing."

"Okay bro."

"Cough cough..."

Shamat cleared his throat and began to sing.

"Fold a paper crane and tie it with a red ribbon. May kind people have good luck every day. May you live a beautiful life through hard work. May you always be healthy and spring-like. May you work hard all your life to smile..."

A drake-like voice echoed in the conference room.

Everyone who heard the sound looked as ugly as if they had eaten shit.

The key is that Shamate sang extremely intoxicatingly, even nodding and swaying to the rhythm, very involved.

It can be seen that he really likes to sing, and his singing is really ugly.

"Okay, stop."

"Good luck to you, good luck to you, good luck..."

"stop!"

"Oh, okay, okay." Shamat saw Fang Xiu's unkind eyes and quickly stopped being intoxicated.

At this time, Fang Xiu looked at Zhao Hao, the most cowardly of all the spiritual masters.

"Ritian, how do you feel?"

Zhao Hao was slightly stunned, he didn't expect Fang Xiu to @him at this time.

"It's so unpleasant. I feel like my fart sounds better than his."

Shamate's face suddenly darkened: "Do you understand music?"

"I'm not talking about singing, but fear. After listening to his songs, is your fear lessened?"

Zhao Hao was stunned for a moment, then reacted and said: "Brother Xiu, when you say that, I really don't seem to be afraid anymore. When I was listening to the song just now, all I could think about was his ugly singing voice, and I just wanted him to stop singing." , I forgot about the nightmare for a while.

His singing can really make people lose their minds. I almost couldn't help but beat him a few times just now. "

After hearing Zhao Hao's words, some spiritual masters had already begun to think deeply, and they seemed to understand Fang Xiu's intention.

Fang Xiu nodded: "Very good, it seems that the key point of this operation lies in him."

"Me?" Shamat pointed at himself blankly, never expecting that he would become the center of attention.

It is obvious that his ability is at the bottom of the list of spiritual masters in terms of combat effectiveness.

"Yang Ming, you take him to the radio and television station, start the city-wide broadcast, and have him sing "Good Luck" to dilute the city's fear and weaken the power of nightmares. The remaining people, go to Putuo Temple with me and act now. "

Yang Ming's eyes suddenly lit up: "What a good idea! The power of nightmares comes from fear. As long as people's fear can be reduced to a certain extent, the nightmares will weaken!

Leave this matter to me. When I finish this matter, I will immediately go to Putuo Temple to join you and completely solve the nightmare.

This damn nightmare has caused so much damage to Green Vine City, I will definitely make it pay!

Luteng City does not allow such awesome and weird existence! "