Lu Xin had seen too many strange and terrifying things ever since he entered the industry.
There were humanoid fruit trees that used human bodies as tentacles, mental pollution bombs that were stitched up with human faces, even people dancing under the Crimson Moon, strange pollution sources that hung passers-by on branches one after another, the brain that hung above the street playing the violin, the so-called baby of God, the forest of the dead, the people whose eyes were full of bugs, the ghosts under the bridge that they had just met not long ago, the dead people on the streets ...
Lu Xin had seen so many of them that he had developed a strong immunity to them.
When he saw these things, his first reaction was to find it strange. At the same time, he wondered what their nature was.
There was little fear.
But now, he truly felt fear.
Fear came from the unknown.
He had never thought that a person could be crazy to this extent.
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"Creak ..."