Infinite resurrection in survival games

Chapter 642 Wandering Country 27
Suman was not in a good mood when she cried. She was now sure that Fuyou was hit by the source of fear. According to Fuyou's previous statement, Fuyou would have to carry it on his own. If he couldn't bear it, it would probably be dying.

But its owner was crying so hard that if Fuyou died like this, she wouldn't live either.

Just when she was thinking about what kind of method would work, something happened to Fuyou again.

Unlike Suman's impression of staying in a fearful world for a long time, Fuyou was easily defeated by fear. Suman felt that the aura on its body was suddenly different, and it exuded an ominous aura.

The next second, she saw Fuyou standing up straight, like a zombie she had seen on TV before.

The black shadow behind it slowly took shape, turning into a figure several times larger than Fuyou. The figure held a kitchen knife in his hand, and vague words came from his mouth, "Butcher. Butcher kills." ." The kitchen knife danced in front of Suman.

Suman didn't even blink an eyelid. Although he didn't see Fuyou's inner world, he could guess it now that he saw the figure.

The fear in Fuyou's heart originated from this butcher. Perhaps it was killed by this butcher before it was eaten or sold.

"Kill! Kill!" The butcher kept repeating, and he kept waving the kitchen knife in his hand, as if he was getting used to his new body.

After a while, Fuyou, who was motionless, seemed to be under control. His eyes were dull and he kept chanting, "Butcher, butcher."

It was no longer content to stay where it was, its stiff gaze shifted to Suman, and the next second it pounced towards her.

The butcher behind him grinned and waved his kitchen knife excitedly, as if he had seen Suman beheaded by him.

But Suman didn't run away as they imagined. She still stood there, looking at them with an expression that was hard to express. That expression definitely did not contain fear, but seemed to be a kind of disgust.

The butcher had made up his mind to give Suman a taste of his power, and the two kitchen knives were about to be left behind by him.

When the kitchen knife came to him, Suman took out the dagger and blocked it in front of his eyes.

"??" The butcher's kitchen knife didn't feel like it was actually cutting, and his knife was empty!
But he clearly saw his knife hit Suman's dagger with his own eyes!
how so? He did not believe in evil and once again directed Fuyou to chop Suman's body with a knife.

Suman frowned and still blocked it perfunctorily with the dagger.

"!!" Still empty! The butcher looked down at himself in disbelief, and then at Suman, who was standing there unharmed. This time he stared with wide eyes. His knife had indeed struck Suman, but his knife It passed through Suman's body like air!
"You, you." He asked several times before finally regaining his sense. "Aren't you afraid of me?" His voice changed.

How is this possible? How can there be anyone in this world who doesn’t have the emotion of fear?

Isn't his presence scary? Isn’t his image “tall and mighty”?

"Ah, that's true." Suman looked at him, with a flash of clarity on his face that confirmed his suspicion, "In the final analysis, the only attack you have as a source of fear is fear. I'm not afraid of you. You There is no threat at all.”

From the very beginning when Fuyou explained the principles of weapons to her, she had been thinking that there were so many restrictions on the strength of a weapon, and among so many restrictions, there was one hidden thing in common - tolerance to fear. In this world, fearlessness represents strength.

"How is it possible?! How can you not have any fear?! Everyone has fear in their hearts! And when I show up unexpectedly like this, you should be scared! You are a woman, why aren't you afraid of me!" Butcher Still hard to accept.

The reason why they are powerful is because as long as they are living creatures, they will have fear and fear, and they absorb those fears, and those fears will become stronger without limit.

But today, he saw an exception, and this exception made him a little flustered.

"You are right. Humans are afraid, and I will be afraid even if I am unprepared and frightened by you." Suman agreed with his statement, but her words made the butcher collapse. "Since you are afraid, Why are you."

Why on earth didn't she provide him with any fear?

Suman spoke slowly, "If you weren't riding a dog, I might think your image was scary, but now, it's a bit funny."

Fuyou is about the same height as her, but the newly born butcher is quite tall. He is almost as tall as she is, and his shoulders are very broad. When he rides on Fuyou's shoulders, he is like an adult riding a child's bicycle. The feeling is clumsy and funny.

and--

"As for the scary appearance, I have seen many guys scarier than you. Some of their heads have fallen off." Suman said the scary things calmly, "And the most important thing is."

The butcher looked at her with panic in his eyes.

"I think you are too weak." As Suman said, she reached out and scratched Fuyou's head. She didn't know if it was because she had swollen. She looked at the butcher in front of her and felt like she was looking at the little boy on the ground. It feels like an insect can be crushed to death at any time.

Following her actions, the butcher felt as if his internal organs were being stirred over and over by someone's hand, and the pain made his whole body twist.

"What are you doing?!" The butcher's teeth were almost broken, and as a person of fear, he actually felt fear.

"Fuyou said that people here can only extract fear sources from uncivilized animals. I want to try something new."

The butcher's face was so distorted that he couldn't understand anything that happened today! Is this something you can try casually?
He waved the kitchen knife in his hand in fear, but he could only pass through Suman's body every time.

"Don't come over! Don't come over!" He hurriedly tried to direct Fuyou to leave, but the next second, he completely lost consciousness.

In Suman's hand, there was a ball of black sticky substance that was larger than what she had grabbed from Ah Fu's body before. As expected, her idea was feasible.

However, Fuyou, who had the source of fear extracted, still did not regain consciousness. It stood in front of her blankly like a puppet, its eyes empty.