Believers of evil gods sneaked into my house, and san value went crazy

"Is this the carrier created by the system?".

Chapter 170 The Ruins of Life, the Evil Collection!

"The God of Thousand Faces?"

Chen Feng whispered the other party's name.

Where the eyes meet.

The system gave a note again.

【Nyarlathotep】

[Identity: Dependent]

[Parasitic talent: the head of a thousand faces]

[Nyarlathotep claims to have a thousand faces, but in fact, that is only a part of the other party's collection. 】

[He is a collector, and his favorite thing is to collect other people's appearance and life. 】

Remarks: Use with caution!

Hazard level: special grade!

Compared with the previous ones, the vassal remarks this time actually gave a danger-reminder.

Moreover, it is different from the previous tedious introduction.

The number of words in the introduction of the vassal in front of me is pitifully small.

But Chen Feng had a feeling.

Among the several summoned vassals, the opponent's strength is at the top.

Following the refining of the system, a simple and simple mask appeared in front of Chen Feng.

This is a wooden mask.

It looks unremarkable.

However, the surface streamers smoothly.

Like the surface of calm water, once you put it on, there will be ripples in an instant.

Chen Feng's eyes seemed to pierce everything.

At this moment.

On the turbulent water, I saw faces one after another.

Wu Zhichao and Mu You were impressively inside.

It's just that it's different from the humble appearance I've come into contact with.

Their faces in the ripples of the water showed an extremely rampant indulgence.

Chen Feng knew very little about Wu Zhichao.

But in terms of strength.

The opponent is strong.

How strong is it?

Throughout Lingzhou City, there seems to be no one who can be called an enemy by the other party.

Regarding being strong, Chen Feng was very slow.

He just wants to guard his one-acre three-point land.

As for existences such as Wu Zhichao.

Whether it is strong or not, Chen Feng didn't see it at all.

When he came out this time, Chen Feng only wanted to relax.

Agreeing to Wu Zhichao's suggestion and invitation, he simply believed that such a strong man acting as a driver would undoubtedly save a lot of trouble.

But even such a strong man has become a collection of the God of Thousand Faces at this time.

On the side is Mu You.

Chen Feng has always been very satisfied with the little maid.

Hardworking.

Extremely conscientious.

The key is……

All wages of the other party were confiscated.

Mu You also has her own past life.

This point, Chen Feng already knew a long time ago.

However, Chen Feng still didn't have the slightest curiosity about it.

The meaning of the other party's existence is just an employee in the [Chen Ji] store.

As for the past...

Chen Feng didn't want to pursue it, and he didn't have the patience to listen to the other party's story.

Is it uncomfortable to sleep?

Or is the game not fun?

How could such a boring thing attract Chen Feng's attention!

And at this moment...

Chen Feng seemed to have found the answer.

Among the ripples, a face that looked exactly like Mu You's appeared in front of Chen Feng.

Different from the usual soft-spoken.

It looks like an obedient servant.

At this time, the figure reflected in Chen Feng's pupils gave people an incomparably crazy sense of sight.

Although the other party just stood quietly on the ground.

But the violence between the eyebrows was infinitely more terrifying than that of ordinary butchers.

And around the opponent, there are still countless bloodshots lingering.

"People don't look good."

Chen Feng looked aside.

Mu You had already become sluggish.

But there is still a hint of wildness in every gesture, like a tamed life.

Of course, there is also the figure of the red raccoon.

Nine tails raised high.

The condescending and evil smile made the other party look like a pet at all.

It's a monster in human skin.

Just now.

Two people and one cat fell into madness.

Not only was he talking to himself, but even his expression became weird after going mad.

It was only at this moment that Chen Feng knew.

Several people seem to have become the collection of the God of Thousand Faces.

To put it more simply.

In a sense, part of the souls of Mu You and the others were deprived and completely stolen by the God of Thousand Faces.

Compared with Mu You and the others, there are also humanoid collections.

In the rising ripples.

Chen Feng suddenly discovered that there were several existences that were incompatible with the word human.

It was an indescribable face.

Still barely humanoid, its arms replaced by tentacles, and more tentacles protruding from the mass of sickly gray and yellow flesh.

Another tentacle danced under those beautiful eyes, and four mass-like jaws were arranged on either side of it.

Each has a mouth on it...

The fangs are overgrown and extremely ugly.

There are countless smaller tentacles protruding from all over the body.

The whole picture gives people an extremely horrifying impact.

After being watched, he couldn't help frowning slightly, wanting to stay away from the other party as quickly as possible.

And below the collection, there is another name.

【Daughter of swelling】

Just a name makes people feel slightly uncomfortable.

This is a life that exists in other dimensions.

At this moment, he seemed to feel Chen Feng's attention, and slowly raised his head.

The twisted life, the meaning of birth, is to desecrate the world.

Chen Feng frowned and said:

"It's ugly."

Then he turned his attention to other places.

Beside the other party, there was an existence wearing a suit with a skull on top of it.

Strange to say.

The moment Chen Feng saw the other party, an obscure introduction appeared in his mind.

This avatar is the god of death in traditional voodoo beliefs, in charge of death and necromancy.

An unimaginable collection.

Although I know that the other party is good.

But who would have thought that among the collections captured by the other party, there is a god's mansion.

This evil god.

It's a human with a weird skull tattoo painted on its face.

Wearing a top black top hat and a long black tuxedo.

The other party sat on a very high throne.

And under his command, there are countless people kneeling and worshiping.

These figures are densely packed, tens of thousands.

no doubt.

Pairs of convenience are believers in this collection.

But what a sad situation.

The so-called believers don't even know that the god they believe in was long ago...

The mind is corrupted.

Until now, the other party's core soul is still detained by the other party in the collection room.

Forever and ever, there will be no liberation.