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Suffocating, cold, without a trace of light, all bright colors were swallowed up. This state lasted for a long time until all words were drowned out by his cough and dissipated.

The werewolf felt that all the hair on his body was wet, and it was even more difficult for him to move. His legs were still trembling and he could only lean weakly on Little Red Riding Hood.

But honestly, it's not too bad now, at least Little Red Riding Hood has accepted his existence as a werewolf.

He slowly leaned on Little Red Riding Hood's body, looking at her worried look, her soft long hair, and the breeze that was blowing towards him - hitting her!

He shook the hair on his body and tried to stand up. He was here to help Little Red Riding Hood, not to hold her back.

Thinking of this, he felt like smiling bitterly.

The so-called evil, corrupt, and exterminated werewolf seemed to be nothing in front of this group of people, and his performance was disappointing enough.

What the village told her about what he had seen and done made him extremely disgusted with his identity as a werewolf. He once thought that he was a monster that would hurt everyone.

Now that I think about it, it is possible that the monster will harm everyone, but it is not certain that it will hurt everyone. It would be good enough if it does not get hurt by others. You know, he has never seen blood yet.

As a result, he and Little Red Riding Hood had a quarrel for so long because of such a trivial matter, and he even planned to pick a fight with Little Red Riding Hood and stop her from going out.

It's simply doing more harm than good.

How could he dare to boast that he would protect Little Red Riding Hood? He was so naive that he thought he could hurt Little Red Riding Hood with his current ability.

Thinking of this, the werewolf couldn't help feeling depressed again.

Its ears were pressed snugly against the sides of its head, and its tail hung straight down, making Little Red Riding Hood look a little confused.

She had never seen her childhood friend show such a weak side.

The other person has always been a very resilient person, and the members of those chat groups are not scary either? Although a little puzzled, it did not stop Little Red Riding Hood from comforting the other person when he showed signs of loss.

However, she is not very good at coaxing people and can't say anything, so she just strokes people's fur like a pet, hugs them and pats their backs.

It was a melodious and heartwarming scene.

Kong nodded in thought.

Wait a minute, why does it feel solemn again?

Sora unconsciously turned his head and looked at Barbatos who was playing the piano with a puzzled expression.

The solemn and dignified melody filled everyone's ears as Barbatos played nimbly. Halfway through the performance, the other party changed the tune and it became melodious again.

Perhaps noticing Sora's gaze, Barbatos, who was happily playing the piano to the music, immediately stopped, laughed awkwardly, and turned his head away from people's sight.

"Hey."

Then he continued to play openly.

The priest passed away peacefully amidst beautiful music, so peacefully that no one has noticed it until now.

The friendship between Little Red Riding Hood and the carpenter gradually began to deteriorate during this meeting.

It’s just that the emotional intelligence of the people present now is a little lacking, so no one noticed it.

"Wait a minute!" Kong found that the atmosphere at the scene gradually became relaxed and casual, so he decisively snatched the piano from Barbatos' hand.

"This isn't right. Aren't we supposed to complete the mission? But why has Tony Stark been sitting there motionless? Ghost has been eating since he first came in, and now he's distracted too. Barbatos, aside from helping Purity clear the obstacles in front at the beginning, you've been doing nothing until now!"

"But now the most diligent one is actually Sans. This doesn't make sense no matter how you think about it, right?!"

He and Paimon learned this habit of speaking. After all, it is really suitable for this situation.

"It seems you have some misunderstanding about me." Sans immediately heard the hidden meaning in the words and waved his hand with his eyes closed. "But I have decided to forgive you. Papyrus said that friends should be more magnanimous. I think I can consider his opinion."

Kong finished speaking so many words in one breath and pounded his chest a little bit out of breath. After hearing Shan Si's answer, he looked at him with an embarrassed smile.

Even though he was clearly telling the truth, Kong would still feel embarrassed in such strange situations. Otherwise, he wouldn't be the most talkative person in the group.

Doctor? If he was really angry and scolded you, you might not be able to hear it.

An unknown victim scratched his head in confusion.

Little Red Riding Hood embarrassedly let go of her childhood playmate, who immediately reacted and took two steps back.

They pretended to cough in tacit understanding to eliminate the embarrassment.

The supervisor smiled and didn't care, since he wasn't called out anyway.

The ghost was still in a daze, distracted as always, and then, under everyone's gaze, it turned into a black shadow and disappeared on the spot.

Kong was a little flustered, thinking that the other party was irritated by his words. Just as he was about to chase after him to apologize, he saw Green chasing after him at a faster speed than him.

He thought about his speed and decisively opened the chat group.

【Traveler】Have you seen my sister? : I'm sorry, I shouldn't have said such harsh words.

[God of the Void] Ghost: I don’t understand

【Traveler】Have you seen my sister? :??? Hey, aren't you angry?

[God of the Void] Ghost: None

[Traveler] Have you seen my sister? : That's good, that's good, that's good. I was so scared, I thought you were angry. Eh, in that case, ghost, why did you leave?

[God of the Void] Ghost: Malice

As it finished saying this, it was looking at the tall tree in the distance. An unbearable malice emanated from the tree. The ghost clenched the weapon in his hand and walked over without any hesitation.

The smell on the other person was strong and unpleasant, the same as that of the large moth that had been shattered into pieces. Although they were fundamentally different and the other person was not as strong as the large moth, in some key aspects, they were not inferior at all.

368 The unlucky guy who was shaved bald by a ghost before he could even appear

The smell of decay.

The ghost used a bone nail to poke at the pile of dead leaves in the distance. The scorched and dry leaves were stirred twice lifelessly, without even turning over. They just stayed where they were, as steady as if they had taken root.

There is no wind here, the wind has been killed, the ghost stretched out one of his short hands and couldn't help thinking, while its cloak stuck to his back without moving, as if confirming his guess.

The closer you get to that place, the stronger the smell, which is similar to that of the royal sewers, becomes.

But it's not just a bad smell.

It's the kind that makes you feel a tightness in your chest when you smell it, and when you get closer, that feeling of panic spreads throughout your body, making you feel like all the bones in your body are about to be crushed and your existence is completely wiped out from this world.

It was a feeling of being dead in a fundamental way, not just physically.

However, this is still within the acceptable range for ghosts.

After all, it does not belong to the category of complete and fresh.

The ghost stepped onto the soft, sunken mud and was not affected at all.

The whole insect was so light that it didn't even need the help of the emperor's wings. It flew across the land as swiftly as a bird without getting any mud on it.

There are creatures that are dead but unaware of it, and are covered in filth, blocking the road. Good intentions and evil thoughts are intertwined and expressed simultaneously in the same creature, as if they are maintaining a state of being alive and dead at the same time.

The ghost ended their suffering without mercy, just as it had done before.

The ghosts acted really quickly, so quickly that they didn't even feel relieved or liberated, so quickly that they didn't even utter a sound of pain or wail, they just disappeared completely.

This unconcealed movement soon awakened the real master of the forest - the forest spirit.

He slowly opened his eyes and looked at the guy who dared to offend the forest with a violent look.

As he woke up, the ground began to tremble, and the dense roots of the forest spirits squirmed in the rotten soil, like cold snakes lurking in the bottomless black mud, ready to rush out and bite hard at any time.

"Who is it! How dare you invade my forest!"

He roared angrily, and as he roared, all the branches on his body began to shake. The slender branches and the withered purple leaves collided with each other, making a rustling sound. The few leaves on his body to begin with fell down like heavy rain in this collision.

The ghost looked up at the huge monster that was much taller than him and slowly approached, while the monster was still waving its branches around unconsciously.

The ghost just stood under the roots of his tree, looking up at the other person for a long, long time, until confusion appeared on the other person's face. The branches that were originally waving wildly gradually stopped shaking, and were slowly about to enter the next round of dormancy.

The ghost moved.

Black liquid slowly seeped out from under its cloak. The liquid, which should have been soft, quickly intertwined to form a thick, flat object. Then, the next moment, it slowly shrank back under the cloak along the interwoven translucent black scales, leaving only a black, translucent work of art like the wings of an emperor.

The Emperor's Wings were now completely absorbed into it, rather than just a superficial infection and some crude use as before.

It flew into the air, keeping its sight level with the other party, and stopped there steadily.

[ghost]

Since the other party has asked the question, it is not stingy to answer it. In some ways, the ghost follows this tradition that does not need to be followed honestly very well.

But the forest spirit was still confused. The existence of the ghost was completely ignored by him, and the wriggling roots also returned to calm. She didn't quite understand why there was something that disturbed his rest before, but she couldn't find it now.

"Where are you hiding, you coward?! Do you think you can fool me like this?"

Confusion lingered in his mind, but he had been so thoroughly contaminated by the dark magic that he no longer had any remaining consciousness to think.

Perhaps, perhaps the thief had already fled? Frightened by his reputation, or perhaps he had completely hidden himself, determined not to confront him.

After being infected by black magic, in most cases he could not see anything unless he focused his healing power. Even if he focused, he could only see a vague shadow. Normally, he relied on his roots for perception. This inability to see made him even more irritable.

This feeling of irritability that had nowhere to vent had caused him to involuntarily weave the branches on his body. The slender branches turned into various braids in his deft hands. If the branches were not tough enough due to the infection of black magic, perhaps he could have weaved some more bizarre things.

The ghost who witnessed the whole process didn't know for a moment whether to continue disturbing the other party.

So it landed politely on the ground, turned the nail in a different direction, and poked the opponent's rhizome with the blunt handle.

There was another earthquake, and the falling leaves even buried the ghost completely, leaving only a corner of the cloak exposed.

Sen Ling tried hard to open his eyes and focus his vision, but there was nothing in front of him, which made him even more angry.

"! Damn it! Damn it! Damn it! Damn it! Get out! Get out! Get out! You cowardly—"

He didn't have time to finish his words before the messy forked branches were shaved off completely. The branches fell to the ground, rolled twice with a loud noise, and then sank completely into the mud.

The screams that resounded through the sky never stopped, and the few leaves that were still on its body were completely worn away, as if it had become bald.

Thick black liquid flowed out from his wound, and all his arrogance disappeared completely, leaving only panic that had nowhere to go.

It was the ghost who did it.

The reason for the attack is simple: the other party is unable to communicate and has malicious intent, and that is enough for it to attack.

Perhaps being ignored and disliked for being short also plays a small role in my heart, maybe just a little bit.

But the ghost still held back a little, and the other party barely managed to survive, not dying completely the moment the ghost attacked. This would have been completely impossible in the past.

It wasn't the mission that made it hold back. After all, it wouldn't think carefully about such a half-understood and confusing mission, let alone guessing that this guy had any connection with the mission. It only approached the other party out of malice.

It just suddenly occurred to it that perhaps the other party could still provide a little help to others, so it was willing to be patient a little longer and wait for its companions to make the final judgment on the other party.

369 Tony Stark

Time is one of the most arrogant things in the world.

It never looks back, nor waits for anyone. It just flows on its own, and then takes away everything you cherish when you don't care.

But Tony Stark has already caught the shadow of this heartless and ungrateful bastard.

He felt that he would soon be able to get under Miss Time's skirt, lift the veil of mystery, and see through her thoroughly.

This exploration process also made him particularly intoxicated.

But dreams always end, and time continues to flow. When his already stumbling thoughts completely froze, Tony Stark could only end this sudden inspiration with melancholy.

This made him wonder whether he should completely abandon the human body. After all, those external auxiliary calculations are ultimately limited. If he turned his brain into a calculator, it would definitely be an invention that would shock the world.

...Forget it? He still wanted to be a human being. With all the chaos going on in this chat group, he wanted to be a human being even more.

At this moment, Tony Stark's mask had been removed, revealing a face that had been adjusted to look younger. He raised his hand and stroked his hair, feeling that his hairline had moved up a little.

Is it possible that he is bald at such a young age?

God is my witness. Since he has undergone a wave of technological upgrades, the average life expectancy should be upwards of 300 years old. Not to mention that he has transformed himself. According to his age, he is still a baby now.

Is this going to make me bald?!

It seems that the biotechnology of the hair part still needs to be further strengthened and redone.

After he touched it twice more, he couldn't help but think.

After finishing his thinking, he stood there for a long time, shook his head twice which was a little dizzy due to long thinking, and the open visor gradually closed.

Drip, drip, drip.