What the hell is this?!
Ye Shangming's heart was uncontrollably pounding violently.
Success was real, and so was failure.
The holographic game brought such sensory stimulation to a peak in an instant, hands trembling.
He entered the game intending to become a superior.
Why, with just a turn of the head, was he faced with a mangled, fleshy visage??
What kind of treatment was this??
"Master Lin Zuoming?!"
The maid hurried over, slapped away the rotten flesh, and took out a handkerchief to help Ye Shangming wipe his cheek.
However, Ye Shangming was now completely uninterested in this tender care.
He looked down in terror.
The monster with the head of a chicken and body of an ape was still grabbing people and squishing them into meat paste, ready for a second strike.
And the people around the monster were scattering like a receding tide.
"Ah ah ah ah!!!"
"Help meeee!!"
"Demon!! It's a demon ahh!!"
Ye Shangming was infuriated.
Isn't anybody going to do something??
