"Draw a circle?" Lao Qi was puzzled.

Xiao He was too lazy to explain to Lao Qi. After all, this question was too difficult for the stubborn Lao Qi to understand.

However, Lin Mo, who was not far away, looked up to the tactician Xiao He.

After arriving, you can immediately make the most correct tactical judgment.

That’s awesome.

The experts in the General Administration’s expert group are different, they are the best in all aspects.

Lin Mo pondered.

This circle might actually work. I just over-complicated the problem. According to the characteristics of two-dimensional creatures, a circle is indeed an insurmountable fence for them.

Because it is two-dimensional, a line is also the same as a closed wall.

So in principle, a circle could really trap the nightmare in this two-dimensional world.

But just in case, Lin Mo immediately took out his diary and began to carefully draw the simplest infinite corridor with a pencil.

There are stairs, and no matter which way you go, you end up going in circles.

This is the two-dimensional prison that Lin Mo drew according to his memory.

Not to mention that Lin Mo was concentrating on painting here, the fighting trio over there had already started.

They knew that conventional means would not be able to cause any damage to this bizarre Grade A nightmare, so they began to draw circles according to the plan.

Different from the way Lin Mo drew on paper, they drew a circle directly on the ground with a sharp tool.

The result is very embarrassing.

The nightmare came straight over.

"Old Xiao, your method doesn't work." Old Qi smiled slightly, obviously making fun of Xiao Yu.

The latter looked puzzled.

"How can it be invalid? Could it be that it doesn't think this is a two-dimensional line? I understand..." Xiao Yu reacted very quickly: "Only the two-dimensional line recognized by it is the real two-dimensional line. It's useless for us to just draw a circle."

"Then what should we do? What if the monster you drew doesn't recognize any of it? Then we won't be able to trap it at all?" Old Qi was quite talkative, in stark contrast to the silent old ghost over there.

"It's not that complicated. As long as it's a relatively flat surface, it will be fine." Xiao Yu said, and began to look around.

Unfortunately, he found nothing.

I don't have any paper with me.

At this time, the nightmare also began to rush forward, trying to pull the field formed by the ghost totem into the two-dimensional space.

The scary thing is, it’s working.

The domain formed by the ghost totem has begun to show signs of disintegration. If this continues, the domain of the ghost totem will be torn apart, and the nightmares above may also be crushed into shadows.

"Or, let's retreat. It can't catch up with us anyway." Lao Qi also realized that the nightmare before them was too special. It was completely different from the nightmares they had encountered in the past.

They are not on the same level at all.

Especially that two-dimensional field, which can resist all physical attacks. Anyone who gets close to the nightmare will turn into a shadow. How can we fight it? "No, this nightmare is probably still in its infancy. It will continue to grow. If this two-dimensional field expands to hundreds of meters, kilometers, or even tens of kilometers, the destructive power it causes will be unmatched. It will definitely be at the nuclear level, so we can't just leave it alone."

As a tactician, Xiao He is far-sighted.

According to the country's future strategy for nightmare events, a safe zone must be established in the nightmare world. Only in this way can the lifeblood of the nation be continued.

This is a historical mission that must be accomplished no matter what the cost.

At this moment, a black hand suddenly stretched out from the front and grabbed the body of the ghost totem.

With a click.

The ghost totem was broken.

The domain that was supposed to protect them has become ineffective.

When Lao Qi saw this, he let out a wail and became furious.

His two treasures, one was the reggae spear and the other was the ghost totem, both were destroyed. At this moment, his heart was bleeding.

It hurts.

The old ghost said nothing, but controlled the remaining corpse-eating insects to start biting each other around them. Soon a circle of flesh and blood was formed, trying to wrap up the two-dimensional nightmare over there.

This time, the two-dimensional nightmare stopped.

It seems that the blood ring on the ground is effective.

It cannot be crossed.

However, due to the insufficient number of corpse-eating worms, a gap was left at the back, which allowed the two-dimensional nightmare to break out all of a sudden.

"Old ghost, get some more bugs."

Lao Qi shouted anxiously.

The old ghost shook his head.

"The old ghost's bugs need time to grow. It's useless to force him." Xiao He sighed.

He took out a small knife and cut his wrist.

Instantly, blood was left.

Blood slowly gathered on the ground, as if it had life, and began to flow rapidly around. The two-dimensional nightmare seemed to have sensed the danger, and for the first time did not move forward, but retreated.

It's actually leaving.

"I can't leave, and I can't leave." Xiao He's expression was firm at this moment. His face was frighteningly pale, as if all the blood in his body had been drained, and he was no different from a corpse.

Then he pointed his finger.

The blood on the ground immediately accelerated, and finally formed a blood line on the ground, blocking the nightmare's way.

A line of blood, that nightmare couldn't be overcome.

Change direction.

It was useless because Xiao He had already controlled the blood to form a circle around it.

Encircle that two-dimensional nightmare.

It's strange to say, but the blood-red circle on the ground actually prevented the nightmare from breaking out. It walked back and forth anxiously with heavy footsteps, but it couldn't get out of the circle.

“That’s amazing.”

Lin Mo looked up at this time, then lowered his head to continue painting.

Although the nightmare was trapped temporarily, it was only temporary.

Because the problem of the black hand has not been solved.

If this problem is not solved, it will be impossible to trap the opponent, so the infinite corridor must be drawn, and it must be drawn well.

Fortunately, after the delay caused by the three combat experts just now, Lin Mo finally had time to draw carefully. Now, the page of the infinite corridor in the diary was almost completed.

A few details are missing.

Lin Mo continued to describe.

On the other side, Xiao He used his own blood to draw a circle to trap the two-dimensional nightmare.

Obviously Xiao He himself knew that this was not a long-term solution.

Because the blood in his body is actually also a nightmare, and it is rated at B+, close to grade A, and is a nightmare with both offensive and defensive capabilities.

But the more powerful the nightmare is, the greater the negative effects it will bring after merging with a living person.

One of the problems is that you can't be away from your body for too long.

Otherwise, this ghost blood nightmare will get out of control.

Once things get out of control, not only will Xiao He die, but there will also be another enemy close to level A.

At this time, Xiao He also saw Lin Mo who was concentrating on painting over there.

He called out, "Lin Mo from the scout team, what are you drawing?"

"Prison!"

Lin Mo didn't even raise his head.

"That's smart. Drawing on paper is a real two-dimensional plane. It's a pity that I don't have the habit of bringing paper when I go out." Xiao He smiled bitterly.

With his intelligence, he naturally guessed what Lin Mo was going to do.

"What are you going to do with that culprit?" Xiao He asked again.

As expected, he was the tactician who had considered everything very carefully. It was obvious that Xiao He had also discovered the threat of the black hand a long time ago. No matter what kind of seal it was, the black hand was the only thing that could break through the two-dimensional space. If this thing was not removed, it would be a fantasy to trap this nightmare.

Lin Mo had just finished painting at this time.

He looked carefully at the infinite corridor in the diary.

“I draw really well!”

Indulge yourself for a while.

This is a perfect two-dimensional prison. Once you step into it, it is impossible to escape from this two-dimensional nightmare unless you modify it again with a pen.

The problem now is the black hand.

Lin Mo glanced at Xiao He: "Lure him out, and then kill him."

Simple and direct.

But the simpler something is, the harder it is to do it at this time.

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