…what are you kidding
Qiang Zi shook off the ominous thoughts, and Zhanle regained his footing. Before Nanzhou smashed the only remaining window glass on the first floor, he deliberately recorded Nanzhou's shadow and climbed out of the mirror in a room. become an entity.
He tiptoed open the door and closed it again.
He was quite familiar with this sneak movement.
But, where did Nan Zhou and the others go
After all the glass in the corridor on the third floor was shattered, the whole hotel was transparent and clear at a glance.
Where can he hide
With a steel knife in hand, Zhan Lat wandered slowly, constantly switching perspectives, looking at the rooms one by one, and often affected by laws, he was forced to cut his perspective to the mirror fragments scattered among the tropical flowers and plants on the first floor.
After switching mistakes many times in a row, Zhanle was impetuous and wanted to curse.
But just as Zhanle's eyes were bloodshot and his body was full of anger, a hand suddenly came out from behind like a ghost, and touched his cold Adam's apple.
Zhanle froze on the spot, unable to move, and a long-cold blood rushed to his face.
He did biology for a long time.
Zhan Lak didn't feel like he was dead.
Therefore, under such a threat to his life, as a ghost, he was too scared to make a sound.
Nan Zhou stood silently behind him, his slightly cold fingers brushed against the skin of his neck, causing him to puff up for no reason: "You are here."
After saying that, Zhanle felt a sudden pain in his neck, and his head turned back at an incredible angle, facing Nan Zhou face to face with his back facing Nan Zhou.
Nan Zhou was a little taller than him, but much slender.
He held Zhan Lak's 180-degree twisted cheek, raised his hand, and patted it lightly.
Zhanle was so frightened that he collapsed on the spot, and fled back to the mirror, gasping for breath.
After Zhanle fled, Nan Zhou looked at Jiang Fang and said, "It's scary."
In Jiang Fang's eyes, this is his family's little paper figurine asking for praise.
He smiled and replied, "It's cute."
So Nan Zhou thought to himself that he was not scary enough.
He shattered the fire glass and took out a dark red long-handled fire axe while creating a new reflective medium and continuing to disperse Zhan Lek's power.
He lifted the handle upside down and dragged the tip of the axe to the ground.
Wherever he went, sawdust rolled up and the noise was overwhelming.
The sound of the sharp weapon cutting the floor spread through the zigzag corridor, making it even more terrifying.
Zhanle hid in the mirror of an unoccupied room, and heard Nan Zhou say in his somewhat dull and calm voice, "Mr. Shadow, where are you?"
"Sir, let's talk."
"Come out and find me."
"Or, I can come to you too."
Zhanle: "..." Where did the neurosis come from? !
He touched the chilly back of his neck, and there was still a strange feeling of being completely twisted off the neck bone.
After being attacked this time, Zhanle finally determined that the weakness and tingling on his body just now was not his own illusion.
He was indeed greatly weakened.
The current situation is completely embarrassing for Zhanle.
If he can't get cheap, for a person like him who is good at seeking advantages and avoiding disadvantages, of course, he wants to leave this place of right and wrong immediately, and he will discuss the length and the length of it next time.
…Unfortunately, he can't go.
The hotel is the central point of surrender, the source of everything.
His roots are rooted in the center of the "hotel".
To put it simply, now he was trapped in this dangerous city by his head down.
And he, who has been refined into a head down, has no right to call the master and let him take him away.
Before Zhanle could pull a thread out of his chaotic thoughts, he heard a new voice in the corridor that made his back chill—
The spare keys of all guest rooms are placed at the front desk and kept by special personnel.
The front desk was empty now, so Nan Zhou got a bunch of keys without hindrance.
He put a large brass key ring around his wrist and circled it leisurely.
wow-
wow-
The empty corridor was full of the crisp sound of keys hitting each other, which was clear and pleasant, but in Zhanle's ears, it was the noise that made his hair stand on end.
Not dying, Nan Zhou came to the second floor where he was hiding, and counted the correct key in room 201, three steps away from him.
… click.
Zhanle only felt that the key was stabbed straight into his head.
Nan Zhou also knocked on the door politely: "Are you there? I'm in."
The next second after these gentle words, there was a crisp sound that shattered the bathroom mirror, like a thunderbolt, causing Zhan Le in the mirror to shudder violently.
Under the extreme unease and panic, Zhanle completely understood that it could not go on like this.
He came to kill.
Now there are still one person and one mouse running away. If you keep delaying, in case they find out where the head is...
Before he came, "Khun Songpa" stood across the jar and emphasized to him that only success is allowed, and failure is not allowed.
His life was completely controlled by "Kun Songpa", and if he lost, he would never let him go!
Zhan Lai's heart is down!
He didn't believe it anymore. He was a dead person, and he had nothing to do with him. How could he be scared to death by a living person in Nanzhou
And just when he made up his mind, the fragments of the bathroom mirror that had just been smashed by Nanzhou and scattered all over the place, transformed into countless black flowing substances, meandering and crawling out, forming thick shadow tentacles that wriggled like snakes , and crawled away.
Sure enough, both the black-haired and silver-haired youths were in the corridor.
The black hair lowered his head to unlock the door of a guest room, and the silver hair stared at him with a smile.
… no one noticed himself.
The shadow tentacles hid themselves in the shadows, and along the walls, the pythons ran downstream.
When Nan Zhou and the others walked into room 202, Zhanle crouched at the door, ready to fight, ready to kill Nan Zhou.
Zhan Lak is very revengeful.
Nan Zhou twisted his neck just now, then he would have to pay respects, and the moment Nan Zhou came out, he would break his neck bone!
Although not torturing people to death a little bit is very inconsistent with his aesthetics, but now he can't care too much.
Zhan Le stood at the door, thinking about many plans and thinking about the death of Nan Zhou.
It wasn't until time passed that he realized something was wrong.
... Nan Zhou and Jiang Fang stayed inside and did not come out.
There was no sound of broken mirrors in the room.
The dark open door of Room 202, with dark lights and no light, looks like a bottomless abyss.
Looking at the pitch blackness, Zhan Lai burst out in cold sweat.
where did they go
Are they still in there
In other words, was the black-haired youth watching him quietly on the other side of the door
Zhan Le froze by the door.
He carefully separated a part of his spirit and flowed it to the reflective medium of 202, wanting to see what was going on inside.
Who would have thought that when he just appeared on the mirror in the bathroom, he saw the silver-haired Jiang Fang smiling and standing in front of the mirror with his arms folded, as if he had known for a long time that he would come.
After eating this shock, Zhanle didn't dare to stay any longer, so he pulled away and quickly retreated—
Just as he backed away from the room, a terrifying scene appeared.
A slender and fair hand stretched out from within 202 and grabbed the door frame with force.
Nan Zhou peeked out his head from the door, his dark eyes still beautiful, and looked at him fixedly.
But in Zhanle's eyes, it was like seeing a ghost.
Zhanle thought he was unaware of his whereabouts, but Nan Zhou, who has always been very keen, had already noticed the flow of shadows in the corner.
He stuck his head out of the room and whispered to the shadow tentacle, who had retreated three or four steps away, "I caught you."
In the face of great fear, Zhanle did not choose to back down.
On the contrary, his tyranny rose in an instant!
Scared of an egg!
If you can't be surprised, then come hard!
This is obviously his territory, his home, killing him is not easy!
In a rush of thoughts, black mist poured out from the thousands of shattered glass fragments, twisted into knots like vines, climbed all the way up, and rushed to the second floor in unison.
kill him!
At this moment, Zhanle had only one thought in his mind.
kill him! !
A large number of shadow tentacles followed one after another, completely submerging Nanzhou.
Even the dagger in Nan Zhou's hand could reflect the shadow side, and black matter was continuously precipitated, covering and wrapping around his wrist like a small snake.
Zhanle used shadow tentacles to build himself a dark body that was close to his true appearance, and stood not far away, waiting to witness Nanzhou's tragic appearance with his own eyes.
He imagined Nan Zhou being torn to pieces, and he was overjoyed.
But this kind of joyous imagination, with a large group of shadow tentacles fluttering out sideways, collapsed in mid-air, and then vanished.
At the same time, Zhanle, who had almost overdrawn all his strength, felt an unprecedented and real stinging pain from his body.
A small short dagger was used by him to the extent that he could barely blink an eye.
In the blink of an eye, he cut a shadow with the dagger.
Shadow Splash.
Another tentacle was about to take away his weapon, but after he nailed it to the wall with his backhand, he quickly exchanged the dagger to his other hand, and strangled the large shadow tentacles like cutting fruit!
Zhan Lak was in unbearable pain and slumped to the ground.
Every shadow, the body is him.
His abilities were abused to the limit by himself.
Now, every bit of the pain of the shadow clone will be faithfully transmitted to him.
Weak to a certain extent, he couldn't even teleport himself back into the mirror on his own.
Zhanle moved his body with difficulty, intending to touch a mirror before Nanzhou ended the battle.
Even a single lens is fine.
He had never been so eager to hide, to hide in the dark, like a maggot.
Zhan Lak wriggled on the ground like a worm, and crawled towards Room 201 in the severe pain of the skin all over his body being cut open inch by inch.
Just a little bit…
Just a little bit...
However, just as he was about to climb into Room 201, a hand lightly grabbed his ankle from behind, preventing him from moving.
Zhanle was cold all over, with a blank face, and looked back—
Nan Zhou tilted his head and said calmly, "How are you, sir."
…
Nanji Xing fled in the deserted alleys at an extremely fast speed, almost with an afterimage when his claws touched the ground.
As it fled, it looked around shrewdly.
In one side of the window, a "Nanjing Star" suddenly opened its mouth and bit the throat of the South Pole Star.
It ignored it, turned a short body, turned 90 degrees, and quickly turned into the next street.
It can't stop.
Behind it, it is following a dark sea of mice.
Countless mice tumbling and screaming, in the deserted streets, are like a wave of cannibals.
Any living thing that falls into it will be devoured.
squeak-squeak-
The shrieks of the gliders resounded mournfully in the silent midnight streets.
With a strange blood moon, the South Pole star rushed over the empty overpass.
It jumped on the patina railing and looked down at a city too big for it.
Since it accepted Nanzhou's mission, its running and searching are not without basis.
Antarctica's hearing is superb.
It can hear that in addition to the uninterrupted squeaking and killing, there is another sound that exists in this blocked space.
So, it found here.
Antarctica held up a pair of furry ears, and the antenna swiveled around, looking for a signal.
… coming.
Coming.
However, the one step ahead is a desperate crisis.
As soon as the Antarctic star stopped, the Rat Sea immediately approached it.
A few headed "South Pole Stars" grinned openly, revealing sharp teeth, without stopping for the slightest, they took the lead and rushed towards the South Pole Star!
Antarctica did not evade.
Or rather, it didn't intend to evade at all.
With the moon as the background, Nanji Xing's head suddenly became larger, and he opened his bloody mouth toward the sea of honey gliders that rushed towards him.
… welcome.
Countless mouse shadows couldn't stop the car, and rushed straight into its mouth, triggering the death condition on the spot, and vanishing.
In the blink of an eye, seventy or eighty honey gliders were buried in its mouth.
The other honey gliders obviously did not have such ability, and they were a little dumbfounded for a while.
Creatures' instinct to fear death makes them hesitate.
Just at this moment of hesitation, the source of the sound that Nanjixing was waiting for finally approached the overpass.
- A big truck full of garbage is speeding at high speed in the dark.
It is the only object in an abnormal state of motion in this closed and silent descending head coverage area.
The speed is 100 miles.
The honey gliders, who are staring at them behind them, are all waiting for an opportunity to kill the Antarctic star.
It has to jump onto the vehicle while the vehicle is moving.
As long as you miss it, you will fall into a doomed situation.
Antarctica was a little nervous.
Its four small claws alternately rubbed the edge of the guardrail with a fine brushing sound, scratching the dark red copper rust until it fell.
When the dazzling headlights approached the overpass, Nanji Star saw the opportunity and jumped down!
And a duplicated "Nanjing Star" jumped up at almost the same moment and bit the head of the South Pole Star!
Too bad it took a bite.
The Antarctic Star still jumped a little crookedly.
Fortunately, it opened its own wing membrane in time, completed a small glide, and rolled onto the car with some reel.
Its luck was not very good. Because of inertia, it hit a cardboard box and fainted for several seconds on the spot.
It lay down on another bag of soft garbage and stayed for a long time.
When it managed to breathe a sigh of relief, the garbage truck crossed the next flyover.
It shakes its fluff, ready to check the situation.
But when it was just standing firm on a bag of garbage, it suddenly felt a gust of wind blowing behind it.
The speed was too fast, and Nanji Xing didn't have time to dodge, and only had time to turn back half of his small head, and saw a man coming with his feet covered.
It didn't even have time to chirp, and was stomped into the crack of the soft garbage bag with a puff.
Antarctica: "… "
It was Shao Mingzhe who jumped off the next overpass.
He turned around and saw seventeen or eight "Shao Mingzhe" standing on the edge of the overpass, staring at him with resentment.
Shao Mingzhe's hat and wig were long lost in the long chase.
His original heavy clothes were also torn apart during the uninterrupted pursuit, and the lower half of his body was still intact, but the upper half of his body was simply torn naked, revealing his lean and beautiful muscles.
Only his mask stubbornly covered most of his face.
With beautiful blond hair, he flew backwards with the wind on the high-speed truck.
He didn't notice the existence of the South Pole Star at all, and jumped onto the front roof of the truck without fear, clenched the mirror on the side of the driver's seat with one hand, leaned down, and looked inside the cab.
Between the fluttering blond hair, he could see the driver's face clearly.
The driver rolled his eyes, like a puppet, being controlled mechanically to circle the city.
Shao Mingzhe had already noticed this car, but the speed of 100 mph was too fast, causing him to miss two opportunities.
He chased after him for a long time, but luckily he caught up.
In the driver's passenger seat, there are two jars.
This is different from the yellow mud jar thrown to the bottom of the sea earlier.
The two new jars were engraved with dense, disgusting black runes.
Shao Mingzhe seldom participated in the discussion between Nan Zhou and Jiang Fang on the issue of lowering his head, but his ears still worked.
He rolled over and entered from the cab, stepped on the driver's thigh, turned to the side of the passenger seat, bent over and picked up one of the jars, studied for a while, then picked up the small metal pendant hanging from the car, and placed it on the talisman pattern road. He slashed twice, physically destroying the structure of the spell.
After one thing was over, he was about to hold another jar when suddenly a small animal swept into the window, raised its paw and swiped the ground to destroy the head-descending charm on the jar in his hand.
Shao Mingzhe's expression changed suddenly when his eyes fell on Nanji Xing who suddenly broke into the car.
For the first time, there was an obvious and excessive emotion in his eyes.
"you-"
Coincidentally, the head of the South Pole Destruction belongs to the garbage truck driver.
When the driver lowered his head, his body suddenly slumped and he lost consciousness.
The high-speed car lost control and began to dance left and right on the road.
Shao Mingzhe didn't care about this, he raised his hand to catch the South Pole Star, whoever wanted to touch the steering wheel, the vehicle suddenly lost control to the left, the tire made a strange squeak, and slammed into the tree beside the road!
Shao Mingzhe pushed the driver away and slammed on the brakes.
In the last game mission, he was taught how to drive.
Just before the vehicle was about to overturn, it finally stopped in the face of a towering ancient tree.
Unsurprisingly.
But when Shao Mingzhe turned his head and looked at the passenger seat again, he could no longer see the little honey glider just now.
He got out of the car quickly and looked around in the dark, but it was still hard to find him.
Distraught, Shao Mingzhe tore off the mask that was blocking his vision, and searched more carefully.
Due to the excessive force, the cotton thread of the mask caught on his ears also cracked.
- His face is exactly the same as the triangular golden pattern and golden whiskers on Nanji Xing's forehead, including the subtle golden pattern on his torso.
With a blank face, Shao Mingzhe clenched his fists while lowering his brows in contemplation amid the lingering exhaust from the vehicle.
He knew that he had been looking for such a little flying squirrel.
... where did it go.