Let’s eat and eat starting from the Star God of Star Railway!

Chapter 176

"It seems that you have already promised me." Kafka knew how strong she was, and the action just now was just a rash action based on her relationship.

At the same time, the previous conversations were all tests to understand what kind of person the other party was.

He is not a bad person, and he is likely to be a fun person.

Then you can change a way to put forward your demands in a disguised way.

Feel the fear, feel the fear called punishment.

I believe the other party will be satisfied.

Huang Cheng smiled slightly, he likes to talk to smart and not self-righteous people.

Talk to the former, and talk to the latter easily without getting angry.

"I know what the people on your planet want."

"Correction, it's not what the people on our planet want, but what I want. Not everyone in my hometown desires fear, although they have never experienced what fear tastes like, including me."

"So are you ready to accept the most terrifying thing in the world?"

"So what is the price?" Kafka was very excited, but he was very calm.

She understood the principle of equal exchange.

"After you get through this round of fear, you will know what your price is. Of course, I will not hurt innocent people, let alone your companions. They are not qualified, and I am not interested in them."

Huang Cheng smiled slightly, snapped his fingers with his right hand, and then a black hole appeared next to him.

Strictly speaking, it was just a dark hole, not a black hole in the physical sense. It was dark inside, and not even a little light could penetrate.

Huang Cheng walked to the side and performed a gentleman's etiquette elegantly, then put his hand into the black hole.

"Please, I hope you can taste this unique fear that belongs to you."

Kafka did not hesitate and walked in with big steps.

When Kafka just walked in and wanted to look back, she found that her short step was nearly hundreds of meters away from the boy.

Huang Cheng zipped up the only exit in front of her like a zipper, and then there was no light in her vision.

"Strange, why did I look back?"

The vision fell into darkness, and Kafka suddenly had such a thought in her mind.

That is, why did she look back?

What was the reason for looking back? According to her mentality that she would not be affected by any fear, she should have walked all the way and would not look back at all.

At that time, she was not thinking about going back to see what tricks the boy had played, but a subconscious action...

What was she thinking when she looked back?

Kafka continued to walk in the darkness, and slowly she felt the sound in her ears getting smaller and smaller.

She was thinking, she was hesitating.

She gradually felt that her footsteps were getting lighter and lighter, but the feeling of stepping on the ground still existed.

Gradually, Kafka found that she seemed to have stopped walking.

But no matter how she stepped on her feet now, the ground was always there and did not disappear at all.

A wonderful feeling began to take root in her heart.

Finally, she suddenly stepped on a soft place, as if she was stepping on a quilt.

Tick-tick-tick.

Suddenly, the sound of water drops came from the endless dark space, and the sound was very loud.

It seemed to come from a certain direction, but Kafka was horrified to find that even though the sound in her ears was so crisp and deafening, she still couldn't hear the sound of her feet on the ground.

Kafka began to be unable to distinguish the source of the sound. She knew very well that the sound of water drops came from outside her mind and from the physical environment.

But she began to be unclear about where it came from.

Confusion began to surge in her heart, she stopped and began to want to go back.

She didn't know why she was going back. She was obviously looking for the fear she had dreamed of, but her instinct told her not to go down any further.

This was an insurmountable fear.

But when Kafka took the first step back, the ground under her feet suddenly seemed to be cut by something, and suddenly became very tilted.

What kind of space is this?

Kafka tripped and fell, and her proud skills were basically useless here.

She couldn't even hold up her body, and could only roll down with gravity and the angle of inclination.

Slowly, her face touched the soft ground under her feet.

Is this flesh and blood?

Kafka opened her eyes suddenly, and she took off hergloves, trying to touch the ground under her feet.

It turned out that this was not a carpet, but a flesh and blood body.

Is it the body of some creature under her feet? But why does it feel wet?

Where is my weapon?

Kafka wanted to summon a weapon from space and use the friction of the weapon to stop herself from rolling.

But after discovering that the weapon she summoned could not even penetrate the skin of this creature, she felt a sense of powerlessness in her heart.

Why do intelligent life feel fear?

There are countless experts and scholars in the universe who have given their answers, and most people's answers are:

This is the risk-avoidance behavior of life itself. Because of fear, intelligent life will huddle together for warmth.

Because of fear, intelligent life will seek benefits and avoid harm, and avoid the threats of other creatures.

A newborn calf is not afraid of a tiger. Sometimes fear comes from one's own cognition.

If you don't know that this is fear, then you will naturally not be afraid of fear.

But Kafka is different now. She understands that everything at present is the fear imagination caused by the child.

It is because of this knowledge that fear has its own body.

[Fear] comes from the unknown and cognition.

Kafka knew that this was fear, and at the same time, she understood what fear was in the knowledge.

Then the seeds of fear would take root and sprout in her heart, and what was lacking in the end was nutrients. As for what nutrients were, that was her previous cognition.

When you know that what is in front of you is fear itself.

Then you should feel fear.

Tick-tick-tick, the sound of water drops came from the darkness again.

Kafka barely recovered from the state of constant rolling, kicked off the high heels under her feet with force, and then stood up and moved forward on the continuous slope using the soles of her feet as skateboards.

She stood up and wiped the sweat with her right hand in the dark, and placed the knife across her chest.

The sweat on her head continued to seep through her hair, perhaps because she was too nervous.

The elegant purple-haired woman slashed the air with a knife a few times, trying to find the source of the water droplets through the subtle changes in the air.

"The knife... has become lighter..."

Kafka's eyes widened, and she waved the knife a few more times in disbelief.

The familiar yet strange feeling of the long knife in her hand told her a fact:

That is, there is no resistance in the air.