The elevator began to descend and stopped two seconds later. Chen Zong suddenly looked up, and the three corpses in the mirror turned their heads at the same time to look at the top of the elevator.

The elevator began to rise against all reason.

An elevator has two doors: a landing door and a car door installed on the elevator shaft.

By this time, the door had already been opened.

With a sickening metallic twisting sound, the top of the elevator door was torn open, turning into a Y-shape like a zipper.

The top of the elevator car was parallel to the ground, and through the "Y" shape, one could barely see the view of the first floor.

At this moment, four fingers extend from the "Y" shape, grip the top of the car, and slowly lift the car up.

The elevator was completely silent. Chen Zong's fear was no less than that of Xu Xiao, Song Yuan, and Su Qin—no, it was even greater than theirs!

Chen Zong grabbed Song Yuan from the wall and held her in front of him, breathing heavily.

The elevator doors opened automatically, and the four people inside, with half their bodies above the ground, could already see Li Changzhou, who was bending over and scrutinizing them, as well as his eyes that shimmered with blue light.

"Don't move! Or I'll kill her!" Chen Zong roared.

"ah!

"!" Song Yuan's mouth was deliberately released, and she let out a sharp, piercing scream.

Li Changzhou's eyes suddenly brightened, and Chen Zong's hand tightened, focusing all his attention on his eyes.

A beam of emerald light emerged from Li Changzhou's sleeve, flashed by, and Chen Zong's head fell to the ground.

This guy is amazing. Even after his head was severed, he still managed to pierce Song Yuan's chest from behind, causing blood to splatter. A few internal organs were still hanging from his arm, which was dangling from her abdomen.

Song Yuan's screams stopped abruptly, and blood quickly stained her beautiful pink winter coat.

Li Changzhou lifted the sedan chair with his right hand, and with his left hand, he first flicked his finger, throwing a bead of blood into Song Yuan's mouth. Then, he grabbed her off Chen Zong's arm as if taking a long strip of pork belly from a hook.

As he tossed Song Yuan toward Li Qianxia behind him, his eyes shot out blue light, burning Chen Zong's corpse and the pet carrier it was carrying.

Inside the elevator's three metal walls, the corpse reached out and dragged the pet carrier inside.

The blue laser, like melting snow, burned through the corpse and evaporated some of the elevator's metal.

A foul odor filled the air; the pet carrier was gone, sunk into the mirror, and carried away by the corpse reflected in the mirror.

Li Changzhou looked up at the metal wall opposite the elevator door. A corpse lunged at him. He didn't dodge, but just stared at the corpse.

The corpse remained in the position of lunging at him, as if frozen by his gaze, looking just like a zombie movie poster pasted on the elevator wall.

"Your skill is only good for bullying kids," Li Changzhou mocked the corpse.

In the metallic mirror, the corpse vanished as if it had evaporated.

Preliminary guess:

1. The target must be filled with fear in order to launch an attack from the mirror world.

2. This is the player's skill in the pet bag; otherwise, there would be no way to take the bag with them.

Li Changzhou withdrew his gaze and looked at Xu Xiao and Su Qin, who were huddled in the corner of the elevator.

"You two, come out, it's all over." He lifted the elevator completely, as easily as picking up a can of cola.

As the elevator moved, Mr. Chen's body swayed with it, his head rolling towards the two female college students, who let out heart-wrenching screams.

"ah!

!ah!

!

The two of them wished they could turn into monkeys and leap up to the elevator ceiling.

Li Changzhou scratched his ear with his left hand, his face showing some pain; his hearing was too good.

"Li Qianxia," he turned his head, "come over and comfort your wife!"

"Xiaoxiao, Xiaoqin, it's alright, come out!" Li Qianxia sat on the ground, holding Song Yuan.

Upon seeing Li Qianxia, ​​the two jumped out of the sedan chair as if they wanted to cling to each other and let the other walk on two legs, and pounced on Li Qianxia.

"Waaah, Qianxia!"

"Don't push, don't push! Yuanyuan's internal organs are going to spill out again!"

Song Yuan, who was in Li Qianxia's arms and squeezed between the three of them, "Pfft!" spat out blood all over the faces of the two of them—Li Qianxia reacted quickly and dodged it.

"ah!

"!" Xu Xiao and Su Qin screamed again, their hands trembling as if they had been electrocuted, wanting to wipe their faces but not daring to.

Li Qianxia quickly took out the Snow Mountain Water Bottle and then took out a towel from her storage bag to wash the two of them's faces, proving herself to be a true "warm-hearted woman".

Li Changzhou reached out and pulled Chen Zong's ID card into his hand, then looked at the elevator.

Should he put it down or not? He was a half-baked lawyer; he even made his own business cards at a print shop, and he knew even less about how elevators worked.

With a flick of Yang Qinglan's finger, a chilling aura spread, ice crawled along the elevator, freezing the car in place and emitting a smoky, frigid atmosphere.

No one has noticed this place yet.

This elevator is in a corner of Plaza de la Carte. If it's your first time here, you can't miss it, and the battle isn't intense.

“There were more than three,” Li Changzhou said, showing the identity card in his hand. “This person’s skills are not those of any of the previous ones; he’s in charge of lookout.”

Yang Qinglan tapped her Ruyi, and an information booklet flew out from Chen Zong's corpse.

The information booklet floated in front of her, and she flipped through it with her Ruyi sword, reading the information as if she were tapping the iPad Pro on the stand with an Apple Pencil.

Technology and cultivation of immortality share similarities in some aspects.

Because whether it's technology or cultivating immortality, people's goals are the same: to be lazy and to live a more convenient life. Therefore, many methods achieve strikingly similar results, such as telepathy and mobile phones, washing machines and dust-cleaning techniques.

Speaking of transmitting messages over long distances, Li Changzhou took out his phone and made a call to Zheng Qing.

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