The black shadow that clings to the ground like a black mist is in the shape of a human being, just like the shadows of a person standing in the sun. If someone observes carefully, they will definitely find that these shadows that seem to be floating on the ground are actually not They are suspended, they are almost integrated with the ground, and the second they appear, the shadow begins to stretch...
This human-shaped black shadow stretched directly to more than 20 meters long, like a grieving ghost wandering on the ground, constantly sneaking in the mist, because its color is too dim, no matter how strong Zhou's vision is Impossible to see it either...
"Qi is moving..." Someone in Zhou seemed to sense the existence of that black shadow, and his nerves suddenly tensed up. The sense of danger that cannot be described in words was like a virus It quickly spread in his heart.
Yes, he was scared.
Even if someone Zhou didn't know what the fast-moving object was, his sixth sense gave a clear warning.
That fast-moving object was something that could kill him.
"Could it be that Zhuge Jing is not dead?"
Someone Zhou frowned, and the expression on his thin face looked a little complicated, because he had been sad for Zhuge Jing for a long time before, and he even felt a little guilty in his heart... In order to win this game, Killing Zhuge Jing was something he was unwilling to accept.
If he had known that Zhuge Jing would be killed by a cannonball, maybe Zhou would rather not play this game but let Zhuge Jing save his life, because from a certain point of view... Although many people don't Believe this, but the fact is that Zhou just looks like a grandson who steals people's batteries every day, but in fact he is more merciful than most other people.
To put it bluntly, he has the potential to be a Madonna.
So at this moment, when he found that strange aura that suddenly rushed out, Zhou was relieved in addition to being vigilant and apprehensive. It would be great if Zhuge Jing really didn't die. After all, he is unwilling to do such things as killing people made.
After years of clean hands, he didn't want to get dirty in a game.
"Something is approaching me..."
At this moment, Lin Huan, who was stuck in the center of the battlefield like a big balloon, was a little nervous, because he heard a faint rustling sound coming from the nearby grass, as if some kind of creature was crawling on the ground... Lin Huan is not afraid of any monsters, but he is afraid of snakes, which is his only weakness, so when he heard that strange crawling sound, Lin Huan immediately sweated profusely from nervousness, and his face turned pale with fright.
He is now in the state of a balloon man. In other words, his head can only be fixed at one angle and one position. It seems that he wants to turn his head or lower his head to have a look. This kind of action is impossible to complete.
The more afraid you are, the more you want to see, the more you can't see, the more afraid you are.
It's an endless loop.
"Don't be afraid!"
Someone from Zhou yelled loudly, and Zhang Nan, who was carrying a human-shaped energy cannon, turned around and approached Lin Huan with strides. An object that emits a strange smell and is moving rapidly.
Is that Zhuge Jing
Someone in Zhou couldn't figure it out, because judging from the trajectory of the object's movement and the feeling it conveyed to him, it didn't look like a living person at all, and it was even far from those abnormal beings... What is it? What's going on around here? ? Could it be that there are ghosts?
Just as someone in Zhou was concentrating on observing the disturbances in all directions, Lin Huan let out a scream without warning.
"help me!!!"
He only said these two words, and then there was no sound.
Before Zhou and the others could react, they stepped forward to rescue Lin Huan, only to hear a sharp "咻" sound from the arena. The sharp wind whistle sounded like the sound of a balloon leaking, and Lin Huan The inflated body also gradually shrunk at this moment, and the dense fog that filled the field also began to dissipate at a speed visible to the naked eye.
When Zhou came to Lin Huan with Zhang Nan on his shoulders, he found that he had fallen into a deep coma, and there were two extremely striking black handprints on his legs. The dull tone was darker than the metallic paint on the vehicle. , and smelled a very faint smell of blood.
No one knew what happened to Lin Huan.
There is breathing, there is heartbeat.
All the vital signs were so normal that they couldn't be normal anymore, but they couldn't wake up, even though Zhou and the others slapped their mouths upwards, Lin Huan still remained in a deep coma.
But...his eyes look weird.
The black in the iris seemed to spread out, and the entire eyeball was black like obsidian, and the boundary between the iris and the white of the eye could not be distinguished at all.
At this moment, the fog covering the wasteland completely dissipated, and the audience in front of the screen finally had a chance to see the picture clearly. When they saw Lin Huan lying on the ground, his life and death were unknown, most of the audience had question marks on their faces, because they didn't know I know what happened here, and judging from the live broadcast of the drone, Zhuge Jing has disappeared.
"What the hell is going on!" Lu Yisheng kept rolling his eyes, trying to find Zhuge Jing's figure from the live broadcasts on the screen, "Why did that old boy Zhuge disappear?!"
"It's not missing..."
The expression on Chen Xian's face was a bit dignified, his pupils constricted as if he had discovered something, and he was even more surprised when he looked at the "shadows" left on the ground on the screen.
"He's right there on the field..."
"Is he on the field?"
Lu Yisheng couldn't understand Chen Xian's answer, his face was full of doubts.
"Where is he?"
Chen Xian got up and walked slowly to the screen, pointed a few times on the screen with his finger, and drew a circle with an area as big as half the wasteland.
After following Chen Xian's instructions, everyone took a closer look, only to find that the wasteland he pointed out seemed different from other places... There was a faint shadow on the ground, like natural light A shadow formed by an object blocking the propagation of light.
"What are these things..."
"It seems to be a shadow... but there is no shade here, how can there be a shadow..."
"It moved!!"
As Lu Yisheng exclaimed, everyone saw that the shadow covering the ground suddenly squirmed, and it began to shrink continuously... and its irregular shape became more and more like is a humanoid.
When it shrunk to the size of a normal figure, a white and thin arm suddenly protruded from it, and then firmly grasped the grass next to it, pulling the trunk of the body away from the shadows... ...
At this moment, Zhuge Jing is like a person who has just climbed up from the water, and those shadows are a bottomless black pool. When he completely pulled his body away from the shadow, the shadow also changed. become smaller and smaller until they disappear completely.
"The Kunlun Society is really hidden dragons and crouching tigers. I thought this move didn't need to be exposed so early..." Zhuge Jing smiled wryly, his ragged clothes and black face looked like beggars, and he looked more embarrassed How embarrassing it is, "Brother Zhou, you two have made me suffer, I just bought this dress for less than a week..."
The arena was dead silent, and no one responded to his words.
The audience in front of the screen also turned pale in shock, because they had never seen such a weird ability... How did this Zhuge Jing fit into that shadow? ! Where did he come from? ? Could it be that the shadow is an independent dimensional space?
"What happened to my brother?"
Zhou was the first to speak. Although his heart was full of fear of Zhuge Jing, he still decided to stand up and ask at this moment. If something really happened to Lin Huan, his surname Zhou would have to risk his life. Let Zhuge Jing pay in blood!
"your brother?"
Zhuge Jing raised his hand to wipe the dust off his face, then suddenly bent down and put his right palm on the ground.
As if holding something.
He jerked upwards...
A thin but three-dimensional "shadow" was just lifted out of the ground by him.
"The fog he made is too annoying, so I just want him to sleep for a while, don't you have any objections?" Zhuge Jing asked with a smile.
Zhou and Zhang Nan looked at the "shadow" whose figure was exactly the same as Lin Huan's. They looked at each other in silence for a while, and then nodded in unison.
"You won, let him return to normal."
Zhang Nan put away his supernatural powers and jumped off someone Zhou's shoulder. The expression on his face looked a little nervous, as if he was afraid that his brother would fall into some unknown danger. After all, the shadow in Zhuge Jing's hand... .. ... really not an ordinary thing.
Not a soul.
Not energy.
It is a kind of "substance" that exudes a cold atmosphere but cannot be described.
"I won?"
Zhuge Jing was taken aback. He obviously didn't expect them to admit defeat so simply, but it's good if they can win. For him, the result is always much more important than the process.
"Okay, then I'll give him back to you..."
Zhuge Jing smiled, and threw the "shadow" out casually.
"then!"