"Click!"

With the sound of the door guarding and twisting, the door of the villa study was opened, and the bright incandescent lights illuminated the huge vermilion desk and the bookshelf on both sides of the forest rows.

Bai Yang's tall figure walked into it, closed the door casually, then placed the Tang Hengdao in his hand at the corner of the huge desk, and sat on the vermilion seat.

The eight-arm monster was placed horizontally on the table in front of him by Bai Polygon with one hand. Its body was stiff, like a sculpture, but the small eyes were constantly looking at Bai Polygon, showing a look of fear, as if the Bai Polygon in front of him was a terrible beast.

This picture looks weird no matter how you look at it, like a creature crawling out of hell lying stiffly on the table, fearing the man who looks very gentleman and friendly.

If Spielberg were here, he probably wouldn't care about these things at all, because in his eyes, the poplars who dared to spy on the gods should have made these monsters afraid.

"Dong!Dong!Dong…..."

Bai Yang stretched out his hand and knocked on the desk. The rhythmic sound echoed in the study. He was thinking about how to specifically experiment with his control over the eight-armed undead.

This kind of thing is said to come from the forbidden zone of gods, so you should be careful about this kind of thing.

But Bai Yang had another feeling, as if this thing did not pose any threat to him, and his instinct had never missed it.

At this moment, Bai Yang saw the terrified little eyes of the eight-armed undead. The moment Bai Yang noticed it, the eight-armed undead instantly turned his gaze away.

"Are you afraid of me?"

Without any response, the eight-armed undead on the table was like a sculpture, still moving.

"But he doesn't look smart, he only has simple emotions and no wisdom?" Bai Yang looked at the eight-armed undead and said thoughtfully, while his eyes were carefully looking at the eight-armed undead.

The body surface is like black asphalt, with tiny eyes, sharp teeth, and eight arms as if they are developing and deformed.

This was the first time Bai Yang looked at the undead carefully. When he was in the Roth district of Rota City, he had not yet studied this kind of thing, but now it is different.

What the dead Skye said made Bai Yang really interested in the undead. The undead who can merge with humans and the undead who can create hallucinations, which reminded Bai Yang of the evil ghosts in the supernatural legend.

And more importantly, Bai Yang found that he had a strange control over the so-called "undead", and he seemed to be able to command the so-called "evil spirit" or should be called an evil spirit.

In the study, the air was silent, only Bai Yang's own breathing sound. As for the undead with eight arms, he did not dare to make any sound. Bai Yang looked at the "undead" for a long time, then he raised his hand and ordered:

“Stand up!”

The eight-armed undead, who was originally lying on the vermilion desk, suddenly turned up and stood steadily on the table, accurately and effectively executed Bai Yang's command, but the two eyes, which looked like mung beans, still showed a look of fear.

Sure enough... I can really manipulate the undead... Bai Yang looked at the eight-armed undead who was motionless after standing, and issued a new command again:

"Turn around!"

The eight-armed undead standing on the vermilion table immediately turned around in circles. Its empty mind could not understand why this terrifying guy asked him to do this, but it still did.

Bai Yang continued, "Let's go down!"

The eight-armed undead immediately stuck to the vermilion table, and his body hit the vermilion table and made a dull sound, which made Bai Yang suddenly feel like he was training a dog. He raised his hand and ordered:

"Learn to bark!"

The eight-armed undead was lying on the table this time but did not move or sound. In addition to fear, it also had a kind of doubt in its small eyes, as if it had no idea what a "dog" was, and as for "dog barking", it was even more unaware of it.

"It seems a bit stupid, too. When she looks like Spielberg, she doesn't look very smart." Bai Yang commented at the eight-armed undead on the table.

The doubts in the eyes of the eight-armed undead on the table were even deeper. It seemed that it could not understand what Bai Yang was saying. It lay blankly on the table and did not dare to move.

"What if the control is more powerful?"

Bai Yang whispered, he could feel that he could still control the so-called undead, not just as simple as issuing instructions, is he just trying it?

Bai Yang thought for a while, and finally decided to try it. Since he came to this world, his instinct has never made any mistakes.

Under the bright incandescent light, the poplar sitting on the chair stretched out its slender and wide palm and pressed it on the head of the eight-armed undead lying on the vermilion table.

At this moment, Bai Yang could clearly feel the fear of the eight-armed undead. The small eyes kept glancing at Bai Yang. Whenever he saw Bai Yang, he looked elsewhere as if he was scared. However, even so, the eight-armed undead did not dare to resist at all, just as Bai Yang had a rude but irresistible order with it before, which made it dare not resist at all.

As Bai Yang pressed his palm on the head of the eight-armed undead, the eight-armed undead took the initiative to lower the head, as if he was experiencing the crown of the pope.

Bai Yang felt a cold touch in an instant, and the head of the eight-armed undead immediately began to wriggle. The skin that looked like black asphalt spread out, and Bai Yang's palm then fell into the head of the eight-armed undead.

It was at this moment that Bai Yang felt that he seemed to have an indescribable and weird connection between himself and the eight-armed undead.

The air was very quiet, and at this moment, a sharp sound in the study room sounded.

"This feeling is really a bit amazing!"

The eight-armed undead opened its mouth, which exposed its sharp fangs, and the corners of its mouth were cracked to its ears, which looked chilling.

Under the bright incandescent light, Bai Yang raised his hand and looked at the eight-armed undead in front of him with interest. He slowly raised his palm that was pressed on the head of the eight-armed undead.

The eight-armed undead immediately stood up, with no fear or doubt in his eyes, but a kind of agility that was incompatible with its appearance. It seemed that at this moment the eight-armed undead had wisdom.

"Is this complete control?" The eight-armed undead raised his eight arms, as if he was familiar with his body.

Bai Yang felt that he had completely controlled the eight-armed undead, as if he had seen the perspective of a remotely controlled robot, but this perspective was more realistic and even had a touch.

On the vermilion table, the eight-armed undead stretched out their bodies, and the eight arms spread out and closed, becoming more and more agile, as if they were gradually getting familiar with their bodies. After it became fully familiar with its body, the mouth with sharp teeth opened again.

"It seems like I can use it not only my body, but my ability to use it."

The eight-armed undead raised his foot and stepped on it suddenly. Scarlet, rotten and decay spread under its feet. The vermilion redwood table quickly corroded at this moment. As the scarlet spread, the entire study quickly became dark and corroded.

But in a moment, the incandescent lamp went out, and the entire study room had completely changed, like a decaying room for a hundred years.

The eight-armed undead looked around, then it glanced at itself, and its body, which was like black asphalt, changed rapidly, but in the blink of an eye, the eight-armed undead changed into the appearance of "Sky".

The next moment, "Sky" stood on the table and jumped into the huge mirror in the study. In the illusory mirror world, it saw another poplar.

If people are killed in the mirror world, then people in the real world will also die, and the poplar who controls the eight-armed undead will instinctively rise.

No wonder the hunter on the road of the dead is strange and strange to the person who goes to the wrong path.

After experimenting with his abilities for a while, "Sky" walked out of the mirrored world and landed on the table again. The scarlet illusion quickly converged in this moment, but in a moment, the entire study returned to its gorgeousness again, as if everything was just a dream.

Only before the vermilion table was a dead soul with eight arms stood on the table and looked at Bai Yang, and the two "people" said in unison:

"It seems that it is not the same ability as taking over the body in myths, but it is more like a descending place. I can gain all the vision and abilities of the undead, but it is just remotely controlled, just like a remotely controlled robot."

Bai Yang glanced at Bai Yang deeply, then disconnected his contact with the eight-armed undead. The agility in the eyes of the eight-armed undead on the table disappeared instantly, and was replaced by fear. The eight-armed undead subconsciously glanced at Bai Yang and fell on the vermilion table again, like an ostrich burying his head in the desert.

The connection between Bai Yang immediately connected again. The eight-armed undead, who was lying on the table like an ostrich, stood up again, and his eyes regained their agility.

Bai Yang reached out to knock on the table and said thoughtfully: "What if I merge the undead that I control with one person again?"

Thinking of this, the eight-armed undead controlled by Bai Poplar on the table instantly passed through the vermilion table and fell down. It passed through the cement compartment and fell on the table in the living room on the first floor.

This is the talent that the eight-armed undead comes with, and can pass through entities.

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"boom!"

As the table made a dull sound, Spielberg, who was cleaning the table, suddenly looked up, but saw eight weird arms and sharp teeth all over his mouth.

Spielberg looked at the monster with eight arms landing in front of him and his whole body was instantly down.

Who am I? Where am I? Wasn’t this thing taken upstairs by the teacher? Isn’t it because the teacher didn’t pay attention and let the thing run out?

After coming back to his senses, Spielberg immediately shouted loudly: "Sir..."

In Spielberg's eyes, this thing is not something he can handle, only monsters like Mr. can handle it.

But Spielberg was just now covered by the eight-armed undead with his hands. The eight-armed undead looked down at Spielberg, and a sharp voice sounded from its mouth.

"Don't call me, it's me!"

"Um?"

Spielberg's mouth was covered and he made a puzzled voice. Is this a sir?

He looked up at the monster with sharp teeth in front of him, with a puzzled look on his face. Why did the sir become a monster?

No, sir seems to have always been a monster.

"It just came to its body."

The eight-armed undead slowly said, and as he spoke, its hand also dropped from Spielberg's mouth, and Spielberg did not scream anymore.

He was digesting what his teacher said, isn’t this ability to come to the gods?

Sure enough, have you touched the threshold of the gods?

But… Mr.’s taste is very unique.

"This...this..."

Spielberg looked up at the eight-armed undead on the dining table, and after holding it in for a long time, he put it in a sentence: "Sir... you really know how to play!"

The eight-armed undead ignored Spielberg's expression and said, "Have you wiped the basement?"

Spielberg nodded and carefully observed the eight-armed undead and said, "Damn it, it's clean, but I didn't move the corpse and those two guys."

The eight-armed undead nodded and said, "Okay, I'll go down and you can continue to clean up the table."

As Bai Yang controlled the eight-armed undead sunk again, he sank into the basement in front of Spielberg. Spielberg looked at the ground and lay down, bent down and knocked on the ground. After confirming that it was solid, he said:

"Sir is sir. He is really amazing and he is really good at playing!"

………

In the basement, darkness was dull and silence was scary. Thunder Dragon and Robert lay in the darkness with a corpse. They had almost foreseeed their own death because they saw the ulterior secret of the criminal who escaped from the Inster Empire.

The more you know, the faster you die, and this sentence has never been missed.

They are already meat on the chopping board and can be slaughtered.

At this moment, lights suddenly lit up in the dark basement. Both of them subconsciously closed their eyes. A dazzling bright light suddenly appeared, which made them feel a little uncomfortable.

But what made them even more curious was why the lights in the basement suddenly lit up. You should know that no one heard the sound of someone coming in just now.

But as the two gradually adapted to the intensity of the light, their bodies became stiff involuntarily.

Under the dim lights in the basement, Skye's undead had stood in front of them at some point.

The dark body and sharp fangs seemed to be covered with endless cold air, which made people shudder.

What's going on?

Is this going to let the undead kill them?

Before Tuolong and Robert could figure it out, something that surprised Tuolong and Robert even more happened. A sharp and harsh voice sounded from the mouth of the eight-armed undead.

"Don't look at me in such a horror. I haven't figured out how to experiment with you, so you will not die at the moment at least."

The undead spoke?

How is this possible?

How can the undead speak?

Tuolong and Robert felt that their thinking was down. It took Tuolong to come back to his senses for a long time. He opened his mouth and told a terrifying possibility.

"You are Qiao Zhiwen!"

The eight-armed undenied it, and the corner of his mouth broke into his ear and smiled: "Yes, I suddenly remembered an interesting experiment. If you want to try it, you should be glad to be witnesses."

As he said that, the eight-armed undead stretched out his eight arms and pressed it on the dead Skye. The already dim light in the basement flashed instantly, strange and sequential.

And in this environment, the black body of the eight-armed undead quickly sank into Skye's body.

The next moment, under the dim basement lights, Skye, who had been dead for a long time, suddenly moved for a moment, then he opened his eyes and slowly sat up from the ground.

This terrifying scene made the two mercenaries who had experienced countless strange things trembled.

At this time, "Sky" raised his hands, looked at his body and said:

"Sure enough... I can indeed possess myself."
Chapter completed!