Chapter 443: Stressor

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The aura from the other sacrifices was not very strong, Kemon used the big-

faced cat to inquire one by one.

Excluding some chicken ribs that are not very useful, there is an item that

fits Kemeng's heart.

"Mask of the Faceless"

"You can freely change your appearance, slightly change your body, but you

can't change it into something that is too far apart from the body's image.

For example, humanoid creatures cannot become dragons."

"The side effect is that it has the effect of losing yourself. The longer you

wear it, the easier it is to forget your original identity, name, age, etc."

This is the legendary disguise mask, a necessary magic weapon for the

protagonist. Every time he provokes a big enemy, he will change his face after

killing a wave. Others will not recognize it, and the thief is comfortable.

Kemeng didn't have much need to change his face here. After all, he had

Jinlizhou as his backer. No matter how bad the situation was, he could still

live in Jinlizhou.

"It's good to use it as an invasion," Kemeng murmured, accepting the item.

As for its side effects, just use less.

First put Kemeng on your face, try to feel it, and savor the power of side

effects.

After putting it on his face, he immediately felt a strange feeling in his

heart. He was able to control the facial expression and turn it into the face

he wanted.

Kemeng's heart moved and turned into a teammate Luo Yuan's face, and his

body's muscles seemed to have slightly changed.

I looked in the mirror and found that his figure and face were exactly the

same as Luo Yuan, like a mold.

Looking at the strange and scary, there is a feeling that I can replace it.

Ke Meng tried to mobilize the resistance force, but the resistance force did

not move much. Ke Meng tasted the product, as if the resistance force could

not find the target they should resist.

If you lose your goal, you naturally don't know who to resist, and your inner

strength can only dormant.

Kemeng took off his mask, and suddenly felt much smoother breathing.

When I looked in the mirror again, I felt an unspeakable sense of refreshment,

and said in my heart: "This is me."

With this feeling, Kemeng became more concerned about the mask of the faceless

man.

This is a very powerful item, side effects must be treated with caution.

Kemeng recalled that this item was a sacrifice offered by players' followers.

It came from a two-hundred-level rare instance cave. The golden legendary item

was opened with a single swipe of the treasure chest.

The players thought that the golden legendary items sacrificed to the evil

** would definitely not be scolded. It happened that there was empty stone

powder in their hands, and they directly sacrificed and succeeded, which made

them happy for a while.

The level doesn't matter, the emphasis is on rarity. Kemun can feel that its

destructive power is not strong from the mask itself, but the body has a

wonderful magical power, and it is impossible to tell what the ghost is.

Thinking back to the side effects of the mask, he understands, this is the

power of forgetting.

Kemeng hid this mask so that when attacking Shadow Stream, he could change his

face so that the opponent would not remember him. Although he was already

well-known on the Internet, changing his face to attack would not interfere.

Kemeng saw the main venue of the sacrifice ceremony in his dream, and had made

up his mind to find the dojo, destroy the core sacrifice ceremony, and not let

the sacrifice ceremony proceed successfully.

In Kemun’s storage scarf, there was a deacon who was caught in the Internet

cafe. It is estimated that he could interrogate a wave of intelligence.

Kemundang would take people to the Bureau of Investigation and sit outside the

interrogation room in person.

The deacon of the Internet cafe himself had no entity, and was picked up by

Kemeng alone. After it came out, it immediately compressed the shadow mass and

launched a violent blow at Kemeng, but in front of the more than 1,000

resistant Kemeng, it did not shake Kemeng at all.

In desperation, he was educated by Di Ping's free dance.

But Di Ping’s dance of freedom seems to be useless. The unreasonable hatred

built up by the Dragon King’s mask is still there. He doesn’t listen to Di

Ping’s free education at all, and he still tries to kill Di Ping by any means.

Di Ping shrugged. He couldn't teach his opponent, so he could only let other

investigators take action.

The deacon was also very helpless. After several tossings, he finally defeated

the special item and opened his heart.

“I’ve been poor since I was a child. After I first came into contact with the

Internet, I became keen to surf the Internet. I had a desire to play games.

After I changed my body, I found that Internet addicted teenagers have a

particularly good sense of operation in playing games, and then I became

addicted. ......" The internet addiction juvenile deacon talked about the

beginning of his sinful career.

Kemeng listened for a while and couldn't help but interrupt and ask: "I like

to operate, so why not find a professional player?"

"They are famous, and their daily practice time is very busy. It is not

convenient to take time to do the tasks assigned by the shadow stream

organization." The internet addiction juvenile deacon told the truth. It is

not that he does not want to be a professional player, but that the

professional player is too much. Famous, not convenient to do things.

Kemeng thoughtfully, it seems that famous celebrities are not suitable for the

Er Wu Zi of the shadow stream organization.

Of course, politicians are the exception. The Shadow Stream organization has

this ability to stand in and will definitely control the local Z governance.

On the Jinlizhou side, the defense has been very tight, leaving no soil for

the shadow current organization.

It can be seen that there is no reason for the chaos outside, and the shadow

stream organization may use Er Wuzi to secretly manipulate the world.

Kemon thought of sacrificial rituals involving the whole world. Time was

short, and he asked directly: "What secret do you know about the shadow

current organization's sacrificial ceremonies on all continents?"

The internet addiction juvenile deacon is a bit unclear, so it has been kicked

out of the House of Shadow Stream. Some missions are completely forgotten. He

only remembers some less important missions, "I don't know what you said."

This is the truth, he does not know, because that memory has been forgotten

after he was kicked out of the group.

Kemeng was not reconciled, so he asked some other questions, all sorts of side

attacks.

In fact, Kemeng also produced a black-and-white sketch of the scene. The scene

inside was a quagmire of bones with a spear inserted in the center of the

bones.

Kemon painted so well. The spear's body is composed of clouds of smoke. There

are dozens of shreds of tobacco spilling, giving it a dynamic and flowing

feeling.

The teenager with internet addiction sighed, the painting was really good, but

he shook his head, really can't remember.

Amnesia ~www.mtlnovel.com~ is the best way to fight against the spiritual

realm.

Looking at the performance of the bandage man, he lost his memory after

suffering a severe injury, and that memory is completely unremembered.

But Kemeng felt that there was still a chance. Since the House of Shadow

Stream could invite people into the group to restore the memory at any time,

it proved that the memory had not been completely erased.

"Your spirituality is not high enough. Why don't you let you get in touch with

some of the hidden objects of the Shadow Stream, maybe you will want to

start." Kemeng thought of a wonderful idea temporarily, related to the shadow

stream's boss.

"What way?" Shadow didn't understand.

"The first way is that I have an old radio on my side with a secret voice in

it, which is related to the existence of your shadow stream behind the

scenes."

"If you hear that voice, you should be able to think of something."

Kemeng's method is simple and rude, it is to clearly stimulate your stressor.

The shadow of the internet addiction teenager listened, and after a few

seconds of silence, his voice no longer calmed down: "You can't do this."