Weird: You call this a daily anchor?

Chapter 102 Don't come here! ! !

As the weird and disgusting touch of offering incense exploded in his mouth, an uncontrollable smile appeared in his mouth again.

But before Du Haoyang laughed again, his face was covered by a pale mask.

Immediately afterwards, there was a more turbulent smile and a wilder laughter.

Because he didn't know whether this grotesqueness could be suppressed by the mask again after being strengthened by so many incense offerings and soul-inducing incense in sequence, Du Haoyang resolutely bit off a piece of offering incense again.

Not to mention anything else, at least after the disgusting incense is melted, it can still moisten the throat, so that it won't be as heart-piercing as when I used the mask before, as if I wanted to laugh out all my internal organs.

Countless smiles of unknown origin burst out from the depths of Du Haoyang's heart, stretching Du Haoyang's mouth open, and eagerly squeezed out from his grinning mouth.

Laughter resounded throughout the stairwell, and even overshadowed the heart-piercing crying that was very hard for a while.

Du Haoyang's eyes darkened.

However, after a short period of darkness, a large plain white space appeared in front of Du Haoyang's eyes.

Accompanied by his own laughter, the original messy thoughts are constantly emptying out.

Finally, the space in front of him showed the whole picture.

Different from the vast and flat white space in the park before, what appeared in front of Du Haoyang at this moment was a complicated and twisted white stairwell.

Just like the stairwell he was in in reality, it just seemed to erase all the thick darkness, allowing Du Haoyang to see roughly.

In Du Haoyang's reality, the square and square stairwell was distorted in a strange way at this moment, and the straight staircase was also spinning.

It was as if he had seen the truth of the world.

"Is this... the real picture of this grotesque realm?"

With the blessing of the mask, Du Haoyang guessed what the scene in front of him was without thinking much.

"Good guy...the mask still has this kind of use..."

Du Haoyang smacked his mouth, and laughed even louder.

But for a moment, besides Du Haoyang's voice and crying, another laughter came into Du Haoyang's ears.

"This voice...isn't that weird...it can't be...Daoist Youqi?!"

The sudden laughter was mixed with coughing, but even coughing from laughing couldn't stop the laughter from the heart.

"I'm sorry, Daoist Youqi! I can't stop now!"

Remembering that Daoist You Qi seemed to be waking up, Du Haoyang felt a little ashamed.

But at this moment, I can't control so much, not to mention that the mask is on, and it's not up to Du Haoyang to decide when he can take it off.

I'm afraid at this moment Daoist Youqi can only pray that this grotesque can be subdued as soon as possible as Du Haoyang wished.

Not long after, another burst of laughter rang in Du Haoyang's ears.

"It's done!"

The laughter that sounded this time came from the same place as the crying, and the sound was a bit ethereal, faint, and no different from a weird sound.

Accompanied by the eerie laughter, a distorted figure made of sound waves floating in mid-air gradually appeared in the originally empty stairwell.

……

Harsh laughter suddenly came from Ma Jiujiu's cell phone, and Ma Jiujiu was shocked.

The red eyes just now couldn't help squinting, squeezing tears out of them.

But at the same time, the corner of Ma Jiujiu's mouth twitched, and he suddenly smiled, which caught Father Ma's attention.

"Xiao Jiu? Are you okay?"

"It's okay, Dad, I'm watching the live broadcast..."

Frowning, Ma Jiujiu felt something was wrong, but she couldn't help but turn her attention back to the phone.

……

"It's not right...isn't that okay?"

Du Haoyang was still laughing, I don't know how long he had been laughing, his throat was getting tired, it was as if a huge stone had been pressed on his back, making Du Haoyang a little out of breath.

However, the grotesque in front of him didn't seem to be gradually suppressed by the laughter as Du Haoyang thought.

Instead, it maintains a weird balance with this laughter. Although the balance is tilting towards the laughter bit by bit, the tilting speed is very slow.

"No, if this continues, I will be the first to be unable to hold on..."

Waves of weakness surged out of Du Haoyang's body along with the laughter, every time he laughed, it took away a bit of Du Haoyang's physical strength.

"Is it because... there is no goal? My laughter is too general now?"

Recalling the previous times when he was attacked by this grotesque, the grotesque attacked three people at the same time, and even he could barely resist one or two people at the time.

And later, when this grotesque attacked him alone, Du Haoyang realized the incomparable sense of oppression.

Compared with that grotesque voice, my own laughter seemed too empty, not to mention anything else, even Daoist You Qi who was lying on the ground was unintentionally affected by him...

"It must be directional... When the Taoist priest painted the talisman before, he also said that the mantra on the talisman paper needs to be directional. I am afraid it is the same reason."

"How can I achieve the directional effect?"

Du Haoyang's body became weaker and weaker, and he could even feel a trace of coolness coming from his limbs.

This really can't be blamed on him, if Du Haoyang was in his heyday, he could last a little longer, but now he is already at the end of his strength, and the feeling of weakness brought about by using the mask can be said to be worse.

"Think quickly!"

Even Du Haoyang's thinking gradually became dull.

spell?No, I didn't learn at all...

"That's right! How did you do this weirdness before?"

Since it is derived from a grotesque ability, it is natural to use a grotesque method.

"That Taoist Shenxu, how did he behave when he was controlled? How did he achieve that posture?"

Du Haoyang made gestures in his mind.

"He looks like he is being dragged by the head? Are you trying to touch him?"

"But I can't move now, can I?"

In the state of wearing a mask, even if Du Haoyang feels that he can move, his body in reality is not only unconscious, but also unable to control it.

Even though he knew it was so, Du Haoyang still tried it.

He reached out his hand towards the grotesque sonic figure.

"This is!"

The bone-piercing cold spread down Du Haoyang's palm, making Du Haoyang who was gradually becoming drowsy excited.

"Touch... touch it? Isn't it... no entity?"

Du Haoyang stared wide-eyed, looking at the human head outlined by the mass of sound waves in his hand.

"It still doesn't seem to work... Is it too far away, try to get close to its ear?"

Then, by coincidence, Du Haoyang slowly leaned out his upper body, his face and the grotesque were about to stick together.

Nose to nose, eye to eye.

It's just that one person is laughing wildly, and one ghost is a little shivering...

　Second more!

　　
　
(End of this chapter)