Cultivation from the top

Chapter 428 Fear from the bottom of my heart
Moreover, the mouse was also vaguely aware that Nuquan seemed to be doing some secret plan, which was only very useful for himself, but not of much benefit to others.

And this kind of thing is just the instinct of the mouse as a beast, and it is not deduced with reason.

From the suggestion made to Nuquan just now, and after a short thought, it can be seen that this Nuquan has already focused on his own people.

Such a leader is not worth following, let alone working hard for.

It's better to slip away early.

The mouse who thought this way found an unfamiliar figure walking towards him not far away.

Walking with steady steps, breathing evenly, not at all disturbed by seeing too many people.

Moreover, what emanates from him is not an ordinary atmosphere, but a very dangerous atmosphere.

No one noticed, not even Nuquan noticed the existence of this person.

It was as if this person only appeared in the eyes of mice.

The mouse swallowed.

Although this person hasn't shown his true strength yet, the impenetrable black mist on his body is enough to make people feel a little bit of fear.

"Who are you? Can you show me your true colors?"

Hearing the mouse's words, the people around all looked in the direction of the mouse's gaze, but they saw nothing.

Looking back at the mouse again, the expression on his face was nervous and frightened.

Although they really wanted to ask what happened, everyone avoided the mouse's face in unison.

It was as if someone was hiding behind them, gently covering their eyes with palms, sealing their mouths, and twisting their necks away.

What's even more strange is that no one feels that something is wrong with what happened to them.

It was as natural as if they should have turned their heads in the first place.

When the mice were nervous, they didn't notice the changes around them at all.

Because the figure spoke with the mouse, it actually quickened its pace.

The sound of hurried footsteps made people's hearts thump.

This feeling of oppression was never given to a mouse by Nuquan.

It seemed that in the next second, this figure would rush to his face, raise his clumsy fist, and smash himself to pieces.

Or take out two sharp blades from the cloak, pierce yourself through the chest, and then split it in two.

In fact, that figure did take out something from the cloak, but it wasn't a sharp blade with a strange shape, nor was it a fist that could pierce everything, but a ball of light that was more dazzling than a strong light.

In an instant, vision was taken away.

In the next second, there was the sound of air being cut.

The mouse's brain can feel its body being chopped by a sharp knife and turned into a puddle of mud.

Subsequently, the consciousness of the brain is also disconnected.

The figure sliced ​​itself into pieces from head to toe.

The speed is so fast that even the soul has no time to escape.

Not to mention asking for help or groaning in pain.

Suddenly, the mouse returned to normal.

The figure didn't take a step forward, but just stood there far away.

Just as the mouse's body is still standing here intact, without any damage.

Is it coercion or hallucination?
The mouse could no longer tell whether what had just happened was real or fantasy.

However, the cold sweat coming out of his pores had already drenched his whole body.

His chest tightened, as painful as someone grabbing his heart.

He kept panting heavily and opened his mouth wide, wanting to tear the lung tube out directly, so that he could barely suppress the pain.

And all this happened with the permission of that figure.

Rats know no better.

Such a person's strength is bottomless, an irresistible force, and a despair that cannot see the end.

If the man didn't want to see the mouse in a panic, he couldn't even choke his throat.

Finally, the mouse calmed down, wiped the drool from the corner of his mouth, and then re-examined the figure.

He is about 1.7 meters tall, with a medium build, and looks like a thin male.

However, the contained power is still stronger than Hercules.

"I don't know what you want when you come here this time? If I can't provide it, you can explain it to my boss, Nuquan."

At this time, as the leader of this group of people, Nuquan will naturally be pushed to face such a terrifying monster.

And the mouse did this entirely for the sake of its own safety.

After all, as a younger brother, he has to work hard to win the country for the boss. As the boss, he naturally has corresponding obligations.

That is to protect the safety of the little brother.

Now, it is time for Nuquan to fulfill his obligations as the boss, so there is no problem in pushing it out.

However, the question is whether this figure will listen to the mouse and obediently go to Nuquan, instead of directly going all the way from his position to Nuquan?

The mouse, who has experienced many things in his heart, did not get a clear reply from that figure.

Rather, that figure hasn't moved at all since just now.

No matter what the mouse said or did, it was just his own unreasonable guess, without any meaning, and did not get any feedback.

The mouse felt that he was doing a multiple-choice question without a standard answer, and he didn't even have a question, but he wanted to guess the intention of the questioner.

Quite hard and troublesome.

However, the mouse had no choice.

Because the strength of this person is far beyond him, it is impossible to compete with him.

He could break the mouse's neck whenever he wanted.

Not to mention turning rats into airborne impurities.

Everything the mouse does now is under the acquiescence of that figure.

In other words, the mouse is like a clown at this time, constantly doing funny movements, making meaningless expressions, and talking nonsense, so that it can barely continue its life in that figure.

Every movement, every word is like stepping on a steel wire rope.

As long as there is a mistake, as long as the figure is not going well, the mouse will fall from the steel wire rope that is only a few millimeters into the hot and boiling oil pan, and die instantly.

Therefore, rats are extremely cautious in speaking and doing things.

"Mouse, what are you doing?"

Finally, the mouse's immobility caused the angry fist resting not far away.

Fuquan, who originally planned to gather the team immediately and move on, walked towards the mouse.

It wasn't just that the mouse kept dancing and saying words of unknown meaning, even the immortal cultivators behind the line were acting strangely.

All avoid the mouse's face one by one.

It's like covering your mouth and nose when you see something foul-smelling.

Naturally, Nuquan was the same as these people, unable to see the figure far away from the mouse's line of sight.

(End of this chapter)