These players are more cunning than cunning

Chapter 556 New Type of Pseudo-Human Observation Diary
On the 18th, it rained.

They started to take action.

They attacked my stand-in, the apparent Lord of the Secret Realm, the Lord of Wedding Dress Town.

What a horrible creature this is.

These new pseudo-talents have extremely high learning and reconnaissance capabilities just a few days after they were born.

Through visits, observations, and secret inquiries, he actually figured out the order of my stand-in's activities, which was to go to the capital every three days to gather information.

They took advantage of my stand-in's absence and secretly attacked him together.

The five Dharmakaya monks cried out incomprehensible heretical beliefs such as "For Demacia" and "For the trash Football Association", and without hesitation, they hugged their substitutes and blew themselves up instantly.

I swear it was a creature I had never seen in my three million years of life.

They are not afraid of death or pain. I see in them the shadow of the suicidal fighting of the lowest level ant colonies. This is a spirit of sacrifice that will never appear in higher intelligent life forms.

The explosion triggered a heavy rain.

They began to take over the body.

On the 19th, it rained.

The substitute was possessed.

I can no longer describe the fear in my heart.

Such an exaggerated attack, those normal two-phase realm high-ranking officials and confidants actually believed their crude and crude lies:

The town master, who was in a state of mind, was just possessed and seriously injured.

This is an attack! An attack!

Those in the two-phase realm seemed to have lost their minds. They began to worship a mysterious being called "Master" and expressed their unstoppable, morbid and twisted love to him.

I sensed from them their fanaticism for some ancient, indescribable evil god from outer space.

The entire town is being submerged by an unknown belief, as if a bottomless darkness is rolling in and is about to swallow up the entire Wedding Dress Town.

My city is falling, and I can only rely on my substitute to escape death and hide in the dark.

Weird tide!

I am facing the greatest, most terrifying, most sinister disaster I have ever faced. It is something older, more terrifying, and beyond human cognition.

Of course I could run away from this town.

I'm not dead, how can I not escape?
I just hide in the secret room, observe secretly, and collect more data for mankind.

I will avenge them, I will avenge them.
I still feel reluctant, but at least the whole town will return to normal at night, returning from the unknown old cemetery.

At least half of the days they are alive and they are normal.

Maybe that's enough for me.

On the 20th, it rained.

They began to celebrate. They controlled my stand, pried open the treasure chests in the town's mansion, lifted up the floor, danced indescribable dances, and hummed songs in an unknown language.

I hid in a secret room not far away and felt my sanity disappearing drastically.

I don't know when they found me in the secret room. I can only do my best to leave this diary and record their celebratory roars at that time:

Jie Jie Jie! !
They laughed lewdly.

Ha ha ha ha! !
They beat their chests and roared.

Quack quack! !

They seethe and gnaw at the earth.

Boom boom boom!
There was even the sound of a wooden fish.

My mind started to spiral out of control, my sanity was fading away, and I was shaking.

I was scared, I didn't dare to resist
I am clearly a being in the state of transformation, and I am clearly one of the strongest beings in human history, but I can only hide in a dark corner and dare not make even the slightest sound.

Because I know that I am the weakest among those in the Huawo realm. Behind every pseudo-human there are powerful saints and gods. And behind this super pseudo-human who is more terrifying than a pseudo-human, what powerful saint-level figure could be hidden?
Their growth rate after parasitism is a hundred times faster than that of normal pseudo-humans.

Monsters with semi-parasitic abilities, suicidal cult beliefs, and no fear of death are beyond the comprehension and cognition of mankind throughout its long history.

I don’t even dare to send my Dharma image out, let alone communicate with the outside world.

I will be powerless to resist this evil, huge and mysterious race.

The 21st, sunny.

I can't stand it anymore. Facing such despair every day, those twisted and screaming shadows have driven me crazy. The fear that cannot be expressed in words has strangled my throat.

Night, only night.
They must be back to normal.

Because I heard their conversations - 8 am, 7 pm, this is the time they are "online".

really
Is online online?
The evil human god, the evil three flowers, the line, runs through the entire ancient era, so the line... is indeed hiding something. What is the line?
That night, I walked out of the secret room with the determination to die.

My stand-in has returned to normal, having returned from the graveyard of the past, and is still greeting me with a smile.

We exchanged clothes as usual while chatting and smiling. I became the mayor of the town and walked out. Looking at the residents on the street, they still greeted me with a smile.

I looked at my former subordinates in the Second Phase Realm, still chatting with me.

I watched new travelers arrive and take beautiful brides.

I felt extremely grateful as I watched their entire town being reborn.

This may be the tragic fate I will face.

For millions of long years, I will be confined to being a rat in the gutter, and every night I will be able to chat with my subordinates who have returned to normal.

At night, this is the only light in my life.

Only at night can I reunite with my lost friends.

Praise the night.

On the 22nd, it was sunny.

Hiding in the secret room, I vaguely heard outside that they had replaced the town master and were trying to find the serial killer.

But I don't care about those anymore.

I don’t know the specific features of those indescribable mysterious monsters, but I still choose to hide in the gutter and follow the example of the ancestor of mankind in “The Biography of the Ancestor of Man”, leaving the following messages.

Perhaps, like the ancestor in "The Legend of the Ancestors", we will once again face the long dynasty of darkness, rule and slavery, but we still have to believe in the night and believe in the future.

If anyone sees this diary, please pass it on:

1. They only take over other people’s bodies during the day.

The specific time is what they call 8am to 7pm, and they are very punctual.

They call this period of time "corporate slave time", but what exactly does "corporate slave" mean? So far, it remains to be explored, and it is likely that it refers to themselves.

If this speculation comes true, this mysterious and evil race of theirs may very well be called: corporate slaves.

2. Pseudo-people learn very quickly.

Although they are still unable to break the memory lock and plunder the host's memory, they will soon grow from newborns, have extremely high IQs, and strong adaptability to disguise their original hosts.

3. They are extraordinarily sociable.

They are inherently cruel and morbid, and enjoy destroying, knocking bricks, pulling weeds, and interacting with buildings in this way.

But the more complex and intelligent a creature is, the more it fears death.

But why are they not afraid of death? This is too inconsistent. There may be some higher "king" who is controlling them to commit suicide.

What is their "king"? The dark hand behind the human god?
I dare not even explore it, but I am almost certain that the existence that my subordinates are fanatically obsessed with and worship should be that "king".

4. After they parasitize, their combat power increases dramatically.

After being parasitized, the combat power of all the second-phase realms was greatly improved, and they became the immortal roots of the modern era.

Currently only the Yin-Yang Circulation Spiritual Root Series.

The five elements have not yet completed parasitism.

I communicated with my subordinates who were resurrected at night. They were also surprised at the improvement of their combat power. They showed excitement and felt that it was a blessing.

They lost their memories of the daytime, and because of the increase in combat power, they even felt gratitude, worship, and thanksgiving towards a certain "king".
I think this should be the future trend of the entire world.

Most of the infected creatures will not think of this as a disaster, but a blessing from a great and nameless existence!

Perhaps it is not a bad thing that they sometimes die in ignorance and gratitude.

Note: It was this group of immortal root second-phase monks with skyrocketing combat power who used sneak attack and self-explosion to injure my one-mind state substitute.

5. The weaknesses of fake people.

They are extremely powerful in combat, not afraid of death, but afraid of seeing naked bodies.

After the Stand they attacked exploded, the Stand's body was exposed, which hindered their ability to besiege the severely injured Stand.

He also showed a certain degree of anger and fear towards the stand that had lost its clothes, shouting words like "too many mosaics", "holy light", and "it affects my movements when I see her fighting" in a panic.

Final conclusion.

Unknown super-pseudo-human's weakness: fear of clothes exploding.

Although indecent, human survivors can try to go without clothes and cause great damage to these unknown creatures.

The reason may be that the other party is extremely sensitive to moral attributes.

(End of this chapter)