The pen-shaped swing stick in Su Zimo's hand was lighter than the lightest foil sword he had ever used.
But it is such a "weapon". When it touches those pale student ghosts with weird smiles, it is like breaking up a part of the foggy body. There is no blood and no wounds, but it can make human beings. A ghost that couldn't be hurt gets hurt!
That's the power of this pen!
Before that, Su Zimo had seen Zheng Ming's wooden stick in the first Nightmare World, and Gao Yang's standard short knife in the second Nightmare World. Those were weapons and props that could cause humans to harm ghosts, but Su Zimo had seen them before. The remarks of , are specially marked their weak, not durable and fragile.
Facing the swarming student ghosts in front of him, Su Zimo stabbed nimbly with the swing stick in his hand. Since it was not an official fencing competition, it was easy to turn his wrists and perform a few flat cuts occasionally.
"call-"
Because Su Zimo's attacks were all aimed at the direction Wu Qing was escaping from, all he had to deal with was the enemy rushing in from one direction, and from time to time beware of possible surprise attacks behind him.
But even so, after advancing three or four meters, Su Zimo still felt that his body was starting to get tired.
After all, this is a body that hasn't moved much for four years.
What makes Su Zimo feel powerless is that it has been more than an hour since he came to this nightmare world, but he has not even seen a package of tissues that can be sold. An annoying umbrella in a dream.
And... Su Zimo rubbed his sore wrist, and then looked at the ghosts of the students whose bodies were smashed by the stick and slowly dissipated, and suddenly felt that Wu Qing might be right to choose to get off at this station.
Although the number of ghosts on this platform is numerous and strange, judging from the feel of knocking on them, Su Zimo feels that those ghosts are not particularly powerful types, and can even be said to be quite weak.
Maybe this is why Wu Qing, who had opened the black umbrella, was able to ram through the ghosts smoothly.
This platform puts all the dangers on the bright side, and after thinking about it for a long time, maybe we can find some solutions to break through and survive. But if the rest of the trainee team chooses to get off at another platform...
Su Zimo recalled the station platform he stayed at when he first came to this world. He remembered that although the platform was brightly lit and well-equipped, there was no one but him.
Although such an empty platform looked safe, Su Zimo felt that there must be some unknown danger hidden in it.
The unknown is always more dangerous than the known.
Thinking of this, the number of student ghosts surrounded in front of Su Zimo suddenly became less and less. He half-squinted his eyes and used all his strength to wave the pen-shaped stick in his hand. shout out—
"Get out of the way!"
He went on a rampage all the way, and when Su Zimo opened his eyes again, he found that he had broken out of the ghost group. In front of him was the other half of the empty platform outside the ghost group, and there was no ghost that could be seen.
He subconsciously turned around and looked behind him, only to find that the pale student ghosts in school uniforms had all turned their backs. Not only were they no longer scattered and disorderly, but they were lined up again like the good boys in the school. Team, staring directly at the empty railroad tracks in the dark place ahead, as if waiting for the arrival of the next group of guests.
Seeing such a scene, Su Zimo was even more convinced of his judgment. The ghosts on this platform are indeed the easiest to break through.
The most rare thing is that even if you don't have a weapon that can defeat the ghosts, as long as you can find a way to break through the siege of the student ghosts, these ghosts will not continue to attack the trainees. It is almost tacitly that the trainees can continue to survive until the mission. After two hours, you can pass the customs smoothly.
Thinking that most of the trainees he met this time were newcomers, Su Zimo suddenly felt that the mission of clearing this nightmare world was not difficult from the very beginning.
"Ta-ta-ta-"
Su Zimo stepped on the floor tiles of the station under the light, and while trying to keep his voice as quiet as possible, he looked around and listened carefully to the movements around him, trying to find Wu Qing who didn't know where to hide.
I thought it would not be easy to find the guy who stole the black umbrella.
But what Su Zimo didn't expect was that just as he walked along the subway signs to the empty place for a while, he heard some shrill voices.
After determining the direction of the voice, Su Zimo stopped at a corner of the station and looked out, and then saw Wu Qing, who was still holding a black umbrella, crouched and squatted beside a column in the station. I tried to indent my entire body into the black umbrella with a large umbrella.
"What should I do... what should I do..." Wu Qing, who was curled up there, muttered to himself, "Tell me, what should I do..."
That look is like hoping that the umbrella in his hand can talk to him.
[Sorry, can I trouble you to return the umbrella to its original place? If the child finds that the umbrella is lost, he will cry out in sadness. ] The voice that Su Zimo had heard in his dream before suddenly rang in the empty station, with a vague feeling in the cold, but his tone was not very serious.
It was the sound that belonged to the black umbrella.
"It's mine, it's mine if you get it!" Wu Qing didn't seem to have heard the sound of the umbrella for the first time, and hurriedly shrank himself under the umbrella again, "It's mine, it's mine! Just wait a little longer, Just wait a little longer and it's mine!"
Maybe it was because Wu Qing had been trying to curl up under the umbrella, so he couldn't see the other side of the station pillar on which he was leaning at all, and he didn't know when a man appeared indoors with a black umbrella and couldn't see his face.
On the other hand, Su Zimo, who was standing aside, saw the figure he had seen once in his dream lift the umbrella he was holding up, so that Su Zimo could see the corner of his mouth. This Mr. Black Umbrella seems to be in a good mood at the moment, and I don't know if it is because of seeing Su Zimo chasing after him.
[Give it up, I'm not just an umbrella, not everyone can hold it. ] Mr. Black Umbrella spreads his hands, [If you don't like it, you and Umbrella can't be reluctantly together, give up? ]
"Are you the ghost in the umbrella? Or the devil in the umbrella?" Wu Qing did not give up, but substituted himself into some inexplicable plot, "No matter what the price is for me, as long as you can get the power, you Make me pay anything!"
This time, Hei Umbrella paused for a while, then tilted the umbrella and asked, "Is it okay to have your remaining lifespan?" ]
"… "
There was silence for a moment in the empty station, Wu Qing's breathing gradually became heavier.
But before Wu Qing could speak, Su Zimo walked over, grabbed the umbrella face expressionlessly, and swept the black umbrella away from Wu Qing's hand.
At that moment, Wu Qing, who had lost his "treasure", raised his head that had been curled up. After the dazzling feeling brought by the overhead lights had faded away, he looked at Su Zimo who suddenly appeared in horror.
[Alas, what can be done? ]
The voice of the black umbrella followed.
[Although you have a good eye for human beings, I am still an umbrella you can't get. ]