"I just want everyone to like me, I just want not to be bullied by others!
So I bought a kind of pollen under the recommendation of others. People said that after breathing this pollen, I would become particularly powerful.
I did learn some spells after inhaling pollen before. At that time, I also made some amulets and other things for everyone to make myself more popular. I don't know how I suddenly became like this!
" said Struggle.
Golden Requiem: Pollen, pollen again! How many people are these pollen going to kill?
I am Little Pineapple: I feel really angry, but also very sad!
Nether Maniac: After he suddenly gained the magic, he did not harm others. Instead, he kept using the magic to draw talismans for others...
Fendou continued: "I am a poor boy from the countryside. I have never seen much of the world. I am not good-looking and very fat.
I just want to work and earn some money, but I don't understand why everyone rejects me.
Am I an alien to them?
I tried to fit into the group again and again, but I was laughed at and ridiculed again and again.
Am I so unbearable in your hearts? I have never said these words to you.
Now that I have reached the end of my life, I am not unhappy.
I just want to ask you, we are all human beings, we are all just working, why bother making things difficult for each other? Aren’t people supposed to take care of each other?!"
The group of people were speechless for a moment, not knowing what to say.
Maybe this incident will leave a lasting psychological shadow on them, maybe they won't regret it in their hearts.
But so many people died, and the blood and bones on the ground were enough to leave a lifelong psychological shadow on them...
On those sleepless nights, when you are tossing and turning in bed, do you remember that there once was such a person?
The equipment friends also kept sighing, not expecting that things would develop in this direction:
"I'm really confused. Aren't they all part-time workers? There is still a chain of contempt?"
"It's the sense of superiority of those who stick together, and they instinctively reject outsiders."
"In addition, when you see someone else being honest, your instinctive reaction is not to reject him because of his honesty, but to bully him even more."
Facing these people, Tang Sanmu didn't know what to say.
Qianfeng muttered: "Master Tang, friend Qi, I have nothing more to say.
I can only say sorry to the dead people, I can't help you."
After the words fell, Fufou knelt on the ground and kowtowed heavily.
At the same time, the wicker fell from Wen Xin's hand.
The head fell to the ground, Fufeng's whole body stiffened, and he slowly fell to the ground.
Tang Sanmu even thought about letting him live like this, but the heads would slowly erode him and completely occupy his mind.
Moreover, the struggle is also focused on death, and there is no light in his eyes.
The pollen is sucked again and again, bringing spells to people, and it will also affect people's souls and spirits.
Some people will be completely changed, some people will be permanently possessed, and now there are still people who have become such monsters.
Wenxin turned his head, glanced at the person behind him, and muttered softly: "Without a human heart, there is no need to say more about who is noble and who is low, right?"
After finishing speaking, Tang Sanmu suddenly opened his eyes, and at the same time, the three scarecrows in front of him immediately burst into flames and turned into nothingness.
The matter of struggle has become a knot in the hearts of many friends, and they always feel that it is difficult to calm down.
After Wenxin greeted Tang Sanmu, he hung up the microphone and left the building.
Tang Sanmu also planned to offload the broadcast and let his friends go to rest. Unexpectedly, at this time, another news came out.
Bai Meng: Master Tang, please connect with me!
Tang Sanmu muttered: "Friend Qi, there are three quotas today..."
But before he finished speaking, he suddenly had a premonition that something was not good.
The three things I encountered tonight were all major events, and they were all related to the turmoil of yin and yang or pollen.
Does this mean something big is happening quietly?
Now after I downloaded the broadcast, someone asked me to continue broadcasting. Is it the same thing?
Thinking of this, Tang Sanmu swallowed the words that came to his lips alive.
Sure enough, the news came out again immediately.
Bai Meng: Master Tang, it’s not a trivial matter, people are dead, and more than one!
Bai Meng: Thanks for your hard work, could you please add a quota?!
Tang Sanmu was unambiguous after hearing this, and Bai Meng's reward also came over.
Lian Mai quickly got through, and the person in front of him was a woman in her mid-twenties, wearing sportswear and looking dashing.
He didn’t even have time to say hello, so he got straight to the point: “Dear friends, please be mentally prepared.
The next scene may be a bit scary."
After he finished speaking, the camera switched to the rear, and in front of him was a strange man's corpse.
His whole body was pale, his hair was yellow and frizzy, his eyes were dark, and his hands were hanging down weakly.
Both the bones and nails were broken to varying degrees, as if they had been crushed by some powerful force.
The corpse remained sitting on the stool. There was a water bowl broken in half on the ground, and the water stains had not completely dried up.
Tang Sanmu saw this and asked: "The evil spirit attacks the body, and the fire poison attacks the body?
My friend, I would like to ask, who are you to the deceased, and what was the environment under which you found the deceased?"