Chapter 20
The illusion collapsed with a loud bang, and the fragments flew around like glass, reflecting the last trace of illusory brilliance, and then returned to silence.
Heizhong Wushi stood firm and found himself standing in an endless dark space.
Under my feet was a sticky and cold black liquid, like a bottomless swamp. Every slight movement would cause ripples.
Transparent bubbles of varying sizes are attached to various places in the space, like sleeping stars, accompanied by faint flickering light, as if breathing silently.
Her gaze passed through the floating spots of light and accurately locked onto the distance where Monster No. 3 was standing silently, facing her from afar.
Its huge jellyfish-like umbrella cap appears translucent in the dim light, and is covered with countless densely packed tiny pupils.
Each pupil kept opening and closing, wriggling endlessly, like an unpleasant collection of hundreds of fly eyes, emitting pure and primitive malice.
This is the real body, Heizhong Wushi judged calmly, but she had no weapons at hand. If a fight really came, she would probably have to rely on devouring it.
In that case, she must hit the target with one strike. Otherwise, if she misses, it will be difficult for her to get close to her again.
Her brain was working rapidly, calculating the distance and possible attack trajectory.
However, the other party obviously did not have the patience to accompany her in this silent confrontation.
Without any warning, a thick, slippery tentacle tore through the silence and attacked from the air, the speed far exceeding expectations.
Heizhong Wushi instinctively turned sideways, and the fishy wind brushed her cheek. The sound of the suction cups on her tentacles opening and closing was clearly audible.
Just as she shifted her center of gravity backwards and tried to adjust her posture, the sticky darkness beneath her feet suddenly became extremely soft, generating a huge suction force.
It was a trap! She understood it immediately, but the imbalance of her body was irreversible.
The familiar, dizzying pulling sensation surged from all directions again, violently dragging her consciousness, attempting to plunge her into an endless cycle of reincarnation.
In the last second before her sight was completely swallowed up, she saw Monster No. 3 in the distance, which actually raised one of its tentacles in a humane manner and slowly wiped the edge of the umbrella canopy, with an almost mocking tone in its movements.
The dizzy feeling suddenly disappeared.
Feeling the solid wood beneath his feet, Heizhong Wushi quickly steadied himself and scanned the surroundings with sharp eyes.
A traditional Japanese house with an exquisite wooden corridor. Outside the window, there was lush greenery. A few rays of warm sunlight slanted down, casting mottled shadows at her feet.
She didn't return to her own psychological battlefield, so where was this place?
The answer will soon reveal itself.
At the end of the corridor, a figure turned out and walked slowly towards him. Heizhong Wushi's breathing almost stopped for a moment.
She had imagined this face countless times, stroking the rough contours of the doll with her fingertips, trying to outline the details in her poor imagination, but it was always in vain.
But now, she saw it - even though she knew it was an illusion,
His bangs were not too long, slightly covering the peak of his eyebrows, but making his eyes, which were always smiling, more clear. Even if he squinted slightly, he could still see the wide, beautiful double eyelids above them.
The beautiful lips curved into a gentle arc, looking thin, with a pair of canine teeth sticking out, with a bit of boyish cunning.
The chirping of summer cicadas suddenly sounded in the treetops, breaking the silence. The leaves swayed gently, stirring up an indescribable throbbing in her heart.
"Kurozuka?" The visitor looked at the girl, who shouldn't have been there, in surprise. His voice was filled with just the right amount of surprise and concern. "You came out of the illusion?"
Kurozuka Kirishi quickly suppressed all of her outward emotions, nodded, and began to narrate her experience in a steady tone.
His eyes never left the other person's face, carefully capturing every slightest reaction.
"I see." The other party pondered for a moment, taking the two swords on his back and holding them in front of him. "If I follow your words, the verification method is actually very simple. My two swords are specially made weapons, extremely hard. And if the illusion sets the exit here..."
He stopped talking abruptly, looked up at her, and then handed over the two swords very naturally: "Will you help?"
Heizhong Wushi took the cold hilt of the knife, and her fingertips accidentally touched a barely detectable wet spot. She lowered her head and saw a few drops of crimson staining her pale fingertips.
Her eyes slowly moved upwards, resting on his face for a long, focused moment. Her gaze was so deep that it almost penetrated his perfect skin.
When the smile on the other person's face was almost unable to be maintained for so long, Heizhong Wushi suddenly moved.
She tilted her head and asked in a slightly curious, almost innocent tone, "Before verifying, can I... learn about your past?"
He was slightly startled, then his smile became gentler: "Of course."
She followed him, strolling through room after room, listening to his narration and asking questions from time to time.
Until the other party suddenly stopped, his tone tinged with a barely perceptible urgency: "We've been taking quite a while, let's break the knife and get out first."
Kurozuka Kirishi looked at the closed door at the end of the corridor and asked in a puzzled tone, "The last room, aren't you going to finish the tour?"
He sighed and said helplessly, "There's nothing to see there, and compared to this kind of thing, getting out as soon as possible is more important, right?"
"But……"
Before he finished speaking, Heizhong Wushi suddenly exerted force without any warning and kicked open the last door.
Dust danced wildly in the sunlight. He turned his head suddenly, and the perfect smile on his face froze instantly. He met a pair of eyes that suddenly became icy cold and dark.
"I haven't seen it yet," the girl's voice lowered, with a biting chill: "Deputy Captain, you."
Inside the door, there is a glaring red.
The boy on the ground was young, his face was very similar to Hoshina Soshiro, and he was wearing traditional clothes. His white shirt was cut by a sharp blade, revealing a horrible wound underneath. His blood almost soaked the tatami mat beneath him.
In an instant, Kurozuka Wushi saw the boy's eyelashes tremble very faintly.
This tiny action made her feel certain.
Without the slightest hesitation, she rushed to the boy's side like lightning, but the sharp blade in her hand did not cut the enemy, but stabbed the boy's heart as fast as lightning - precise and without hesitation,
The body in his arms dissipated like a phantom, but the surrounding illusion did not collapse as expected.
"really……"
The man standing at the door completely peeled off the false mask of gentleness on his face, twisting it into a weird and malicious smile.
"It seems you are smarter than him. You guessed the truth so quickly. No wonder you resisted attacking me all the way."
His voice began to deteriorate, mixed with an inhuman hoarseness:
"But aren't you afraid of guessing wrong? What if that really is the exit?"
"You're mistaken. I'm not smarter than the vice-captain." Kurozuka Wushi slowly stood up, staring at him coldly, and said word by word: "On the contrary, there is only one reason why I can come here and see through you -"
"That's the guy who created this illusion. His barren, malicious brain is completely incapable of understanding or simulating the existence of a 'fool' like me in the world. As for you..."
She glanced at him sarcastically, her eyes filled with undisguised disgust.
"Number 3, your acting is truly disgustingly poor."
The moment the disguise was completely torn apart, the sunshine, the courtyard, the elegant house... all the beautiful appearances collapsed like broken glass, the fragments scattered and then melted into the endless darkness.
The sticky darkness enveloped them once again. Not far away, the massive body of Monster No. 3 emitted a dark blue and ominous light, and countless sucker-covered tentacles danced wildly in the darkness.
Several tentacles attacked at an alarming speed, like cold iron hoops, instantly wrapping around Kurozuka Kirishi's limbs and waist, firmly fixing them in place. The powerful force almost crushed her bones.
Its huge umbrella slowly approached, and its countless opening and closing pupils were almost right in front of her, reflecting her imprisoned appearance at the moment.
Under the umbrella, the round mouth suddenly opened, revealing layers of extremely sharp pale fangs, and a fishy smell hit me in the face.
A wave of confusion and anger directly impacted Kurozuka Wushi's consciousness:
"I don't understand... You and I are of the same higher order, so why did you choose to side with the ants!!!"
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