Dong Linhai bit the flashlight in his mouth and carefully climbed down the almost vertical slope.
There are only a few small bumps on the slope that can be leveraged, similar to rock climbing, but without any protective equipment, although I know that if I really fall down accidentally, Fu Zhe, who is always monitoring everything, will save him, Dong Lin Hai was still so nervous that he was covered in cold sweat, and even his breathing was trembling.
After about ten minutes, he finally came down from the straight slope more than 20 meters high. The moment his feet stepped on the soft mud on the ground, his legs softened and he almost fell.
This is where
Lin Hai took the flashlight out of his mouth, his mouth was so sore that he could not close it. He rubbed his face with bared teeth and looked around with the light of the flashlight.
The place was nothing like the castle, with its pitted, arched walls and abstract graffiti painted in colorful crayons. Colorful, because it is too dense, it gives a disgusting feeling of discomfort.
He was in a long and narrow passage with a shallow layer of silt, and the air had an old smell floating in it, like an old-fashioned sewer.
Is it a fantasy created by Fu Zhe... As he took a step towards the sea, the sound of his feet stepping on muddy water clearly echoed in the empty sewers, magnifying the originally tiny movement countless times, and frightened him.
"… "
Lin Hai swallowed hard.
He looked up, and the beam swept over his head, illuminating the dark streak of blood.
It was as if an injured monster had crawled over the top, leaving a difficult mark running through the sea as far as the eye could see.
Flashlights have limited brightness and can only illuminate a short distance.
Forward or backward
Dong Linhai didn't hesitate for too long. He took out a coin from his pocket, tossed it lightly into the air, and grabbed it - face up.
So he moved forward without hesitation.
The sound of footsteps clack-clack-clack echoed away gradually.
Behind him, in the darkness at the end of the passage, a pair of slender red eyes opened silently, densely packed, with dark vertical pupils, staring at the back of the young man.
at the same time.
Wang Que panted and climbed to the top of the hanging ladder. The hanging ladder was in disrepair and was unstable. It seemed that it might break at any time. The rust on it stuck to her hand.
In the dark and dirty sewers, she stumbled upon such an exit and tried to walk. Unexpectedly, there was a vertical ladder at the end of the road. She thought that she might be able to get out from here, so she climbed.
Wang Que hung one arm on the bar of the ladder, and tried to push down with the other hand, only to lift the heavy iron door up a gap.
Fortunately, it is not too heavy, it should be possible.
Wang Que adjusted his posture, put his arms sideways and parallel to his shoulders, took a deep breath, and pushed his shoulders hard.
As she exerted her strength, the already crumbling hanging ladder made an unbearable creaking noise. This was an inconvenient posture. Fortunately, after this period of training, she had already mastered many techniques for exerting strength.
Wang Que gritted her teeth, and with a harsh creaking sound, she pushed the heavy iron door aside, leaving a wide gap for her to pass.
She hurriedly squeezed in, and the hanging ladder finally made a cracking sound under the power of the last kick, and most of it fell into the darkness below, and after a few seconds, it made a dull landing sound.
There is wind.
The rubber band was rubbed off when she squeezed through the iron skylight, and her long hair was scattered and blown to cover her face, which had a beautiful dark blue streak. Wang Que raised his hand and put them behind his ears, squinting at the huge red sun that seemed to be hanging in the sky ahead.
She stood up slowly.
Rooftops, strong winds, sunsets, like a burning sky.
Everything made her feel so scared from the depths of her soul, as if she was about to take her back to that hellish evening.
escape.
Run away!
This thought instantly swept her mind, and a second before she turned back on her original path, a gunshot exploded from behind, causing Wang Que to turn her head abruptly like a furry beast.
Her terrified eyes reflected the figure in the school uniform, which was also a girl's slender figure, but with a huge bunny hood. Its three-petaled mouth grinned slightly, revealing two front teeth, its ears were erect, and its red eyes stared straight at her.
—Like the most wicked and dark monster covered in white and flawless skin, staring at its long-awaited prey.
The girl held a dark pistol in her hand, and at her feet there was a fresh bullet hole.
Wang Que staggered back two steps, she stared at the girl, unable to say a word, as if she had lost the ability to speak.
She could only open her mouth and gasp continuously, one after another, as if she could no longer feel the existence of the air, and she didn't realize how terrifying the frequency of her breathing, she had reached the edge of breathing.
Only the wind.
The girl raised her hand and, under Wang Que's gaze, threw the gun to her.
The gun slid to the feet of the bark.
Wang Que looked down, still staring at her.
[Magnum 1911]
The wind blew the girl's school uniform, she raised her hand, made a gun gesture with her right index finger and thumb, and slowly pointed to the temple of her rabbit hood.
It's as if a silent fate is being delivered.
The red sun that was so huge that it seemed to engulf people was just behind, and the sky was gorgeous and warm, just like the most comfortable harbor in the mother's body when she was not born.
The bunny head girl didn't do anything, just waiting, waiting.
Wang Que crouched down and picked up the gun.
Her hands were shaking badly, but she still estimated at least four .45 caliber bullets in the gun by weight.
She slowly opened the safety, holding the gun in both hands, the muzzle was too high, and aimed at the girl's rabbit head.
It was the figure that haunted her countless times in nightmares.
The pistol has been loaded automatically, the hammer is ready to go, and as long as the trigger is pulled, the bullet will immediately blast the man's head.
Like popping a watermelon, the whole burst, red blood, the thrill of revenge.
Wang Que put her index finger on the trigger guard, her hands were shaking so she could barely aim, but her posture was still very standard, as if Cui Zuojing was behind her, reminding her to pull her shoulders back, turn her body sideways, and keep her wrists straight.
The wind is still blowing.
The silent confrontation did not know how long it lasted.
The rabbit-headed girl seemed impatient, she tilted her head slightly, the muzzle made of the tip of her index finger was poked into the soft headgear, and her thumb was slightly down.
boom.
This silent shot instantly shattered all the memories that Wang Que had been suppressing, and everything in the past could no longer be restrained from returning to his mind.
Rooftops, strong winds, sunsets, like a burning sky.
Tears rolled out of her eyes in an instant, Wang Que almost collapsed and burst into tears. She raised her hand, aimed the gun at her head, and pulled the trigger resolutely.
click.
The firing pin emptied, there was no pain, no bullet was fired, and the moment she shot, everything was gone in an instant.
The sky with burning clouds was replaced by darkness, and the girl with the bunny head seemed to have never appeared. The boy's familiar face was in front of her, frowning, as if wondering what happened to her.
Wang Que blinked his eyes slowly, and warm tears flowed down his cheeks.
"Are you okay?" Dong Linhai asked worriedly.
The structure of the sewer is a bit complicated. He went around for a long time trying to simulate a map, but unexpectedly found the bird who passed out in the corner leaning against the wall.
Wang Que looked down at his hands, there was no blood.
The collapse and fear just now still haunted her. She bit her lower lip so hard that she almost bleeds. She was so choked that she couldn't speak, she could only shake her head.
"Obviously there's something wrong..." Dong Linhai murmured in a low voice. He looked around, his eyebrows were still wrinkled, and the dark surroundings always gave him a bad feeling.
"It's not very safe here. Let's change places first and find a way to get out of the sewers."
Wang Que nodded.
Dong Linhai stretched out his hand to pull Wang Que up, but found that the opponent's hand hardly needed any strength, and he couldn't even hold his hand.
What's going on here
Lin Hai was at a loss, obviously Wang Que didn't want to talk about him, so it was inconvenient to ask. The young man scratched his hair and was a little embarrassed, but at a time of crisis, anyone who is shy and reserved can stand aside.
So he said, "Why don't I carry you on my back."
…
Dong Zheng was walking on the promenade.
There are many Persian carpets hanging on the wall of the corridor, which is completely different from the original style. There are many forks, many doors, and many square wooden boxes, but the dark red blood oozing out from the bottom can be vaguely seen.
The vents whirring overhead, like a monster moaning from its throat.
The corridor can now be promoted to the scene that Dong Zheng is most afraid of, because you never know the next intersection, or something will suddenly break out from the door you just passed, giving you a thrilling "surprise".
He escaped from being chased by all kinds of strange and strange creatures, bumped into n many ghosts, and experienced countless traps-although basically all of them were discovered and cracked by him in advance.
So that Dong Zheng's current speed is so slow that it is not as good as the old man's walk.
But Dong Zheng knew that the main event had not yet come.
Because until now, he has never met either Victor or Cui Zuojing.
With Cui Zuojing's temperament, he will definitely take the opportunity to piss him off.
Dong Zheng walked to the end of the corridor, tried to open the door and found that it was locked, so he turned back and went to the fork in the middle section.
After walking about four or five steps, there was another door. Dong Zheng twisted the handle to open the door and saw that the door was a wall.
Dong Zheng was not surprised at all, he had already experienced similar routines.
All that is needed now is to go back and find other possible exits.
But he didn't turn around rashly. Dong Zheng, who had never played horror games at all, completely mastered the tricks of horror games at this moment. He took a deep breath, squatted down, and pretended to tie his shoelaces.
Then he looked down and saw feet flashing past him.
The moment the sneakers appeared on the retina, Dong Zheng rolled on the ground, leaned against the wall to avoid the knife that rubbed his shoulder, and jumped out of the narrow space where the opponent's knife could not be retracted immediately. Fork, to a relatively wide corridor.
Cui Zuojing raised one eyebrow, and the black scabbard slashed across the wall, leaving a shallow trace.
Of course, he wouldn't really fight against Dong Zheng with a knife. Although he is confident in his own level, in case of any accident, he will help to bear the damage.
Cui Zuojing turned around with the scabbard, and looked at Dong Zheng from a distance of six or seven meters. To tell the truth, he secretly followed Dong Zheng all the way, and also deliberately made a lot of small movements for him, taking the opportunity to scare cheap masters who were afraid of supernatural phenomena, and because of this, Dong Zheng's outstanding performance along the way was all in his eyes.
There is no doubt about Dong Zheng's strategy and IQ. Compared with him, he has obvious disadvantages in physical fitness and combat skills.
Cui Zuojing intends to train Dong Zheng more. He has come to the Pure White Realm twice, and he has hardly seen pilgrims who are both strong in intelligence and fighting at the same time.
Just like Fu Zhe is the leader, but unlike him who can sharpen weapons, Nana Chi can strengthen his body, and the effect of his abilities directly gives positive feedback to the battle. Fu Zhe was also the weakest member of the afternoon tea party team, and he couldn't even compare to Luo Wan, who was not so physically fit.
Dong Zheng's combat power will also be limited by the ability to develop his brain, but Cui Zuojing still wants to try his best to train him into a well-rounded pilgrim, after all... After all, it will be very fulfilling.
The happiness that is cultivated is probably like this.
Cui Zuojing can understand Fu Zhe somewhat.
Cui Zuojing was wearing black clothes and black pants, and the top button of the shirt was open, revealing a small piece of collarbone. His index finger hooked a key from his trousers pocket, shook it, and said, "The last key is behind that door. As long as you can defeat me, I will give you the key to open that door."
"Is there really the last key?"
Cui Zuojing: "Why did I lie to you?"
Dong Zheng stared at him for a few seconds, very sure that there was no other way to get the key than fighting, so he turned around firmly, opened the door when he came, and left.
Cui Zuojing: "..."
The teenager pouted in dissatisfaction, put the key back in his pocket, turned around, and unsurprisingly saw that the door behind him had been opened, and Dong Zheng was leaning halfway out of it.
At the same time, Dong Zheng also saw Cui Zuojing appearing in front of him. He was stunned and turned around. Cui Zuojing was also standing behind him.
At the other end of the corridor, the door was pushed open, and he saw himself who was turning his head to look back, as well as a door behind that door, another door, countless doors.
Countless Cui Zuojing and himself.