Icegrain and Zero stood in a large piece of residual ice and glass fragments, and it was almost impossible to find a complete mirror within a radius of ten meters.
The two waited in place for a while, wary of the black-clothed monster that disappeared without a trace.
But that thing was like a drop of water falling into a lake, and it never came up again.
Time is limited, and they can't just stand here and wait.
"Let's go."
Icegrain raised his chin towards Zero, "Let's find an exit as soon as possible."
The two re-selected an unexplored direction in the broken mirror room, and continued to move forward.
The deeper you go, the narrower the passage becomes.
The surrounding mirrors are denser, and there are strange convex and concave lenses in the center of various flat mirrors. No matter which direction Icegrain and Zero look at, they can see countless twisted and deformed versions of themselves.
Just when the two turned a certain corner, Zero caught a glimpse of something moving from the corner of his eye.
In the next second, a long shadow protruded from a mirror, stabbing Zero's back with the twisted scimitar in his hand.
With a "shua", the knife fell to nothing.
Zero activated his ability at the nick of time, and moved from one end of the corridor to the other like a real phantom.
At the same time, Ice Grail raised one hand, and an icicle hit straight at the black-clothed monster whose half body was sticking out of the mirror.
Seeing that he missed a single blow, the monster did not love to fight. Its long arms were like the tentacles of an octopus. It twisted to an unimaginable angle, flexibly shrank back, and hid itself in the mirror again.
With a bang, the mirror was smashed to pieces.
"Miss."
Frost frowned.
In the next second, a black shadow flashed behind Zero again.
A long hand holding a knife suddenly stretched forward from his side and rear, and the speed was too fast to be caught off guard.
Zero is another teleport.
But this time, the knife grazed his shoulder, leaving a deep bloodstain.
The ice sleet cooperated with him tacitly, and at the moment the zero ability was activated, a streak of ice had already been released.
The cold ice and the blowing cold wind passed by Zero's afterimage, freezing the upper half of the black-clothed monster's body barely enough to stick out of the mirror with the glass.
With a flash, Zero shattered the monster and the mirror together.
The two secretly breathed a sigh of relief.
However, the moment Zero turned his head, his normally indifferent face became ferocious.
Binglu caught a glimpse of the change in his companion's expression, and realized that the crisis came from behind without the other party opening his mouth.
At this time, looking back is a mistake only rookies make, but the master's approach is to immediately erect a thick ice wall behind them.
"Boom, boom!"
Another distorted figure in black appeared in the mirror behind Binglao. Holding a deformed crescent-shaped dagger in his hand, he slashed at the ice wall erected by Binglao.
At the same time, not only the mirror behind the white-haired young man, but also the hundreds of large and small mirrors in the entire corridor, there are figures that do not belong to the two of them.
In each mirror is a "thin uncle" wearing black clothes and holding a sharp knife.
Like countless amoebas, they squeezed out of mirrors of various sizes and shapes. Their disproportionately long heads turned towards Icegrain and Zero, and their distorted facial features carried a strange smile.
— This is troublesome.
This thought came to the minds of both of them at the same time.
The battle in the mirror room lasted for a full ten minutes.
By the time the melee was over, a full hundred square meters of space had been razed to the ground, and every mirror was shattered by the ice and Zero.
Ice sleet's injury is not a hindrance.
His hands and feet were cut with several bloodstains by the sharp blade, the most serious one was a puncture wound on his right shoulder, pierced from the back, almost piercing the shoulder blade.
But Zero fell to the ground and was turned into a blood gourd by the sharp knife.
"Zero..."
Ice Grail didn't care about the ice and broken glass all over the ground at all, and knelt down directly, reached out to support Zero's shoulders, gently picked up his upper body, and put it on his lap.
"How are you doing?"
Zero managed to open his eyes, looked at Bingshang, and opened his mouth to speak, but his chest was pierced with an open pneumothorax by the sharp blade, and the lung lobes on both sides were squeezed into a flat ball by the atmospheric pressure, and he could only spit out blood bubbles of foam.
He raised his hand with all his strength and made a "go fast" gesture.
But that's all he can do.
Ice Grain: "..."
He silently put down Zero's body and stood up.
Zero was the first companion to follow Icegrain.
He is a mixed-race Chinese. Before entering the "Peach Blossom Land", he made a living by underground free fighting in a small country in Southeast Asia.
Zero's Chinese pronunciation is not accurate, so he rarely speaks, and he always gives people a feeling of being taciturn and not close.
But in fact, he is a very loyal person.
Long before Ice Grail became famous for manipulating frost, even before the establishment of the Qinxue Society, Zero was Ice Grain's most trusted teammate.
He has always been by Binglang's side like a shadow, clearing away the threat from the back for the captain while he charged forward and went forward indomitably.
But now, Binglu knew that his shadow was gone.
He lowered his eyelids, staring at Zero's bloody corpse, silently watching for a moment, and finally reached out and took off a chain pendant from the dead man's neck, and stuffed it into his pocket.
Then he froze the wound on his shoulder that was still bleeding with a finger, then turned around and continued to walk deep into the mirror room.
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Ji Thrush and Ren Jianmo finally came out of the museum, and what they saw was a gorgeous spiral staircase.
The staircase is divided into four sections, each section has a circular landing, and each landing has another staircase leading to a different corridor.
The two immediately remembered that Fan Hemian and Fan Luming had described this spiral staircase to them.
It's just that Ji Thrush and Ren Jianmo are now on the fourth platform of the stairs. Looking down from a height, they can clearly see the three circular platforms below and the winding stairs connected to them.
"How are you doing?"
While looking up at the wall clock in the corner of the stairs, Ji Thrush asked the twins on the other side of the microphone.
Just now, when the remaining time was 22 minutes, Zero died. According to the time accumulation rules, the remaining time of the participants became 44 minutes.
Then they struggled a lot in the museum, and when they finally found the exit, there were less than 20 minutes left.
"Well, it's okay."
Fan Hemian's answer came from the headset, "Anyway, he's still alive."
The girl's voice was panting heavily, as if she had just gone through a very strenuous exercise, and her tone was obviously not as relaxed as she teased.
But it's a good thing to hear a response, Ji Xiaoniao breathed a sigh of relief.
Ji Thrush and Ren Jianmo walked down the stairs.
Just when they were about to reach the third platform, Fan Hemian's exhausted cheers came from the earphones.
"We're out..."
She panted lowly, her voice weaker than before:
"We circled around, came back to the entrance, and now... in the hallway leading to the second-floor platform..."
Hearing this, Ji Thrush shuddered, and immediately pulled the stairs to look outside.
Sure enough, he quickly spotted the twins squatting and lying down in the corridor of the platform one floor below them.
"Oops!"
Ji Thrush cried out, without caring about anything else, he climbed over the railing, jumped over the height of the first floor, landed on the platform on the second floor, and then quickly ran up the stairs.
"Xiaohe! Xiaolu! How are you two!?"
Then he saw a scene that almost caused his heart to stop.
Fan Hemian was lying in the narrow corridor, covered in blood, his left arm had disappeared up to the root, and a half-meter-long hole was opened in his side, bubbling blood.
However, the girl's blood was not bright red, but as dark as ink, and when it dripped on the ground, not only would it not smear, but it would gather into clusters of droplets like mercury beads.
Fan Luming was squatting next to his sister, wiping away tears while trying to heal her injuries.
Hearing Ji Thrush's voice, he raised his head quickly, with an expression of surprise and surprise on his face, as if he was a savior from heaven, "We are here! We are here!"
Waving his hands and crying, he said:
"My sister is doing it to save, save me..."
"Okay, stop talking."
Ji Thrush interrupted his younger brother's self-blame, and without saying a word, ran over and hugged the girl horizontally:
"Let's go find the stone wall with reliefs first!"
He didn't have time to ask what happened to the Fan family siblings, and how Fan Hemian was injured so badly.
The top priority is to save the girl's life, and the only way is to send her back to the Brahma Flower Palace immediately.
"This way!"
Ren Jianmo understood Ji Thrush's thoughts and ran ahead to lead the way.
He took Ji Xiaoniao, who was holding Fan Hemian across his arms, and Fan Luming, who was behind him, through the corridor, ran up the stairs, returned to the platform on the second floor, climbed up the spiral stairs, and ran towards the platform on the third floor.
During this process, Fan Hemian could no longer speak, she closed her eyes, her hands and feet drooped limply, as if she had lost consciousness.
"Blood" that was as black as oil and glowing with metallic luster oozes from her wound, dripping all over Ji Thrush's body.
Ji Xiaoniao was panicked and anxious.
Compared with the pain that seemed to hit the soul when he heard the news of Mr. Dagen's death from the twins, the feeling of watching his companion's life gradually disappear in his arms made him feel more hesitant and frightened.
Fan Hemian's breathing was so thin that it was almost inaudible, if it wasn't for the slight ups and downs in his chest, Ji Thrush would have felt like he was holding a corpse.
"Hold on! Hold on!"
While running, Ji Xiaoniao cheered loudly for her sister, regardless of whether she could still hear her.
"You must not die!"
The three of them took Fan Hemian, who was seriously injured, to the third floor platform, and then climbed along the stairs leading to the platform to a corridor covered with embroidered carpets, and finally found a curved wall carved with relief figures.
"Hurry up!"
Ji Thrush put down Fan Hemian, supported her in a human-shaped pit, and raised his hand to pat her cheek:
"Wake up! Wake up!"
"Voluntary abstention" can only be confirmed by the participant himself. If Fan Hemian cannot recover his sanity, he cannot be sent back.