Yuan Qingli was selected by a 'damned' game and thrown into a bizarre instance, desperately trying to survive.
Lu Xingyun was a rich young master, seemingly noble and elegant, but in ...
Yuan Qingli had never been this disheveled even when running 800 meters, because there was no ghost chasing her from behind in 800 meters, and she could slow down from time to time and rest for a few seconds.
Her black hair, soaked in cold sweat, fell to her chest, its disheveled state from running obscuring half her face.
With a considerable amount of hair and a fair complexion, he looked even more like a ghost.
The black-hatted ghost looked down at her, excitedly planning how to deal with the food: "What an enviable head of seaweed, making seaweed soup later would be nice."
Just thinking about that scene made Yuan Qingli feel nauseous, as if countless hairs were stuck in her throat, unable to be swallowed or spit out.
The black-hatted ghost stretched out a hand formed from black mist and brushed a strand of hair from Yuan Qingli's forehead, chuckling eerily, "Ah~ the taste is sure to be delicious, I can't wait~"
There are some people who, even in dire straits, can turn adversity into opportunity and find inspiration in the moment.
Yuan Qingli is that kind of person.
Even though my shoulders feel heavy and my bones are chilled to the bone.
She never stopped thinking; she couldn't rely on a level 1 sword immortal, she could only rely on herself.
A subtle yet bright thought flashed through her mind.
The black-hatted ghost clung to the ceiling like a spider, surrounded by black mist. The slowly falling dust made Yuan Qingli wish she could grab a few air purifiers and blow them directly at it.
Yuan Qingli looked at the sword immortal three steps away. Why didn't the black-hatted ghost attack him? Was it because he was a prop?
This differential treatment suited her perfectly.
Yuan Qingli shouted, "Mu Yingshan, buy me one minute!"
Upon hearing this, Mu Yingshan nodded slightly. Initially cooperating with her and helping her, gradually lowering her guard, was also a valid approach.
Mu Yingshan's reaction speed is indeed beyond the reach of ordinary people.
The sword in his bosom was drawn—a clanging sound like a dragon emerging from the sea, a flash of light like a tiger roaring in the mountains. The green blade in his bosom transformed into a lightning-fast Qilin, flying towards the black-hatted ghost.
Its aura possessed an immense power capable of creating the world.
"Great!" Yuan Qingli clapped her hands. She hadn't expected that a level 1 item would be so powerful. No wonder she was a sword immortal who had been eating rice for 250 years.
Then, the flying sword pierced through space and time, only to be deflected by the black-hatted ghost's hands.
"??"
Yuan Qingli was dumbfounded. She never expected that the sword immortal would be so weak. What a waste of 250 years' worth of rice!
Fortunately, she managed to break free of her restraints during this brief moment and sprinted forward, telling the sword immortal as she fled, "Mu Yingshan, hold on, I'll be back to save you soon."
Even more dumbfounded than Yuan Qingli was Mu Yingshan himself.
It must be that he's using the sword incorrectly.
It was indeed too slow.
When I looked up, I was met with a menacing face on the ceiling.
Their eyes met, and they remained silent for a moment.
A cold light flashed in Mu Yingshan's eyes as he turned and made way for her. He broke the silence first, speaking softly.
"The fairy went to the elevator, let's chase after her."
The man in the black hat looked speechless: "Huh? Aren't you guys in cahoots?"
...
Yuan Qingli ran, seemingly heading towards the elevator, but her goal was actually another room at the end of the corridor.
She has a habit of remembering everything she sees and observes in every place she goes.
On the 13th floor, near the elevator, there was a storage room. She peeked through the crack and saw that it was used to store cleaning tools and changes of bed sheets and blankets.
Since it's on the 13th floor, it should be on other floors as well.
really!
Yuan Qingli's eyes lit up; the design of this storage room was exactly the same as the one on the 13th floor. She reached for the doorknob and turned it.
It's unlocked, great!