Please, This is a Scary World

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　　"Bang bang bang~"

　　Knocks sounded inside and outside the door.

　　The entire corridor became dead silent, and even the blood coffin seemed to tremble slightly.

　　Fang Ming saw that he had already attracted attention, and said to the sound transmission: "My friend outside the door, can you hear it?"

　　paper man:"......"

　　Blood Coffin: "..."

　　Seeing that there was no response outside the door, Fang Ming laughed again.

　　He had already seen it just now, and none of these paper figures had any emotional changes.

　　There is no difference at all with those ordinary outsiders.

　　It can even be said to be more dull.

　　In other words, they didn't have a trace of their own thoughts at all, they were all controlled by the taboo existence in the blood coffin, and even the paper figurines that Wang Qinghe turned into did not have any fluctuations.

　　The reason why they are all staring at the door is not that they are watching.

　　But the existence in the blood coffin is watching.

　　Fang Ming looked at the blood coffin and spoke again.

　　"Have friends come from afar."

　　"But you're already at our door, so why don't you come out to meet?"

　　"It's not like visiting someone."

　　"You are like this, I can't open the door to let you in."

　　Fang Ming's tone was very flat, as if he was really talking to a visiting guest.

　　Everyone in the room felt a little weird for a while, but they felt that it was normal.

　　Outside the door, after hearing Fang's words, all the paper figures were stunned.

　　Immediately afterwards, the eyes of these paper figures all turned blood red.

　　As if provoked, they all stood up from the ground.

　　Then one by one, he walked to the door and began to squeeze hard inside the door.

　　Even the paper skin on them was crushed.

　　At the same time, they kept growling in their mouths.

　　"The majesty of the yin god cannot be blasphemed!"

　　A strong sense of power continued to penetrate from the outside, and many dense black runes were directly pressed out on the walls and gates, and the entire walls and gates were squeezed in.

　　It seems that the next moment, these paper figures outside the door will break through the door.

　　Fortunately, the seal of the residential building is not so fragile.

　　Even so, there was no sign of it breaking.

　　This made Fang Ming and others a little relieved and relieved.

　　"Pfft~"

　　Suddenly, the paper figure at the front was crushed.

　　The paper figurine's body was directly squeezed into pieces, turned into white paper flowers that filled the sky, and floated in the corridor.

　　However, this was just the beginning. More and more paper figurines were smashed into pieces, making a slight popping sound at the door, but the force of squeezing into the door became stronger and stronger.

　　The degree of depression even reached more than one meter.

　　Fang Ming had to stand back.

　　Looking at the increasingly crazy paper people, Fang Ming's eyes showed a ray of light.

　　"The majesty of the yin god is not allowed to be blasphemed?"

　　"It's obviously a taboo, why does he always call himself a yin god?"

　　"According to my experience of reading a lot of novels, there are only two possibilities for self-proclaimed gods."

　　"Either it's the kind of pretentious one who wants to show his superiority."

　　"Or someone who has been humiliated and wants to cover up his humble past by calling him."

　　"From now on, he's just angry because I said a few random words."

　　"Then, I can basically conclude his identity."

　　"If it's the kind that likes to pretend to be forceful, it will definitely not be angry because of this, because it will reduce the force."

　　"So, the existence in the blood coffin must be the second type!"

　　"He is extremely sensitive in his heart, and even humbled in the past, so now that he is strong, he wants to use this method to make others fear him, and even fear him."

　　"If that's the case, it's actually a weakness."

　　As Fang Ming thought about it, he gradually had an idea in his heart.

　　He avoided the recessed position of the door, walked to the sound transmission, deliberately relaxed, and said disrespectfully: "Hey, have you hit enough?"

　　The paper people outside the door moved in unison.

　　But then it got even crazier.

　　Fang Ming sneered in his heart and secretly used his special skills.

　　Friendly greetings!

　　"Look, if you don't agree with one word, let the paper man slam the door, how dare you call yourself a yin god with such a heart?"

　　"Hiding the head and showing the tail, squatting in the coffin and dare not come out, dare to call Yin God?"

　　"Leading such a group of paper figurines who are neither human nor ghosts, do you dare to be called Yin God?"

　　"Sleep in a coffin every day, and now I dare not say a word of fart, and dare to call Yin Shen?"

　　"Even when you enter our building, you only dare to enter through the loopholes in the seal, and you dare to call yourself a yin god?"

　　"Even if I stood in front of you and ridiculed you so many times, you didn't respond, that's all? You dare to call yourself a yin god?"

　　"What a fucking god."

　　"Oh, by the way, I gave you a new name, called... the coward in the coffin."

　　"If you like it, I'll give it to you. Just because you're not polite doesn't mean I'm not polite either. Although you came to visit, but you didn't bring a gift, then I'll give you a gift."

　　"I wish you, every year is like this, every year is counseling."

　　When Fang Ming said this, he didn't get stuck at all.

　　I don't know why, but when greeting other people's family, it is so smooth.

　　Maybe, this is a special skill in human instinct.

　　Although he didn't know whether his "friendly greeting" skill would work when he said these words, he could hear that what he just said had begun to echo throughout the corridor.

　　"puff!"

　　"Puff puff!"

　　All the paper figures that were originally at the door exploded one by one, like setting off firecrackers, dyeing the entire corridor into a sea of white paper sheets.

　　Even the paper figurines transformed by Wang Qinghe were no exception.

　　All turned into pieces.

　　The atmosphere was instantly dignified to the extreme.

　　"boom!"

　　A loud bang sounded from the blood coffin.

　　The dark red blood gradually spread from the bottom of the blood coffin.

　　In the blink of an eye, the surrounding films were all dyed blood red.

　　"Zi~" The coffin lid of the blood coffin removed a gap.

　　A black gas-filled, festering hand stretched out from the inside and grabbed onto the coffin rim.

　　wow~

　　A patch of white began to spread from where the hand was grasping.

　　The blood coffin began to turn white inch by inch, but in just a moment, it completely turned into a white paper coffin.