Fang Mu is a novelist after all, and ever since he read the diary he wrote to himself, he has experienced the most terrible events, not to mention the constant storms and waves, and the personal experience of many unfathomable human horrifying events. I even imagined the most outrageous things. mon sense. I was a little surprised by the appearance of a mysterious group, but I didn't show much of a reaction.
``If you have anything you want to ask, please ask.'' Fang Moku looked up at the two of them and his calm expression returned.
Faced with Fan Mu’s slow reaction, the two people in the suspicious formation were stunned for a moment. Then the woman who had spoken slowly earlier raised her hand, turned off the large lamp on the table, and asked the person standing in the dark corner to brighten the room. The light is on.
In an instant, the light shone brightly, lighting up the entire room, and Fang Mu could clearly see the true appearance of the two people in front of him.
Fang doesn't seem surprised at all. The woman looked deeply at Fang Mu, a little curious about his attitude.
Usually, the people held here either go insane from fear or go insane from sanity. There were very few people as calm as Fang Mu.
Fan Mu shook his head. "I would be shocked and even more desperate if you didn't exist."
If this world, which is filled with madness and despair, does not even have the personality to protect peace, then this world is not worth cherishing or pretending to be strong.
Humans are insignificant in front of gods with unimaginable power, but as long as there is a relationship of trust between people, traces of the heat of despair will remain.
"It seems something terrible has happened, Mr. Fang. We have found the right person. You can help us find answers." The woman's expression was cold, but His eyes were very bright and cunning. "My name is Fang."
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