The ocean of silver-white flames was boundless, as if it would never burn out.
"Damn it, where did he go!?"
The young man searched everywhere for Luo Zheyu in the silver-white sea of fire.
There were silver-white flames in front and behind him, blocking the young man's vision and perception, making it impossible for him and the spirit of the Thousand-Faced Mirror to quickly sense Luo Zheyu's location.
The young man had a human body, and the silver-white flames could not harm him, but he was also helpless against the silver-white flames.
He could only walk through the flames with an angry look on his face, searching with his naked eyes.
But I never found it.
Worried that Luo Zheyu would wake up immediately, the young man was very upset.
"You said he didn't wake up, so how could he disappear by himself?"
The young man spoke in a low voice, with a questioning tone.
"My Lord, although his spirit is floating in the unfinished world and may leave the world at any time, it has not left yet."
The cold and hoarse voice spoke slowly, word by word.
Completely unconcerned with the impatience and anxiety of young people.
"What's going on now?"
The young man jumped up and down, roaring in anger.
"...My Lord, the strange fire you are in right now, although it has not yet developed complete spiritual intelligence, has an instinctive reaction to protect its master."
Therefore, it is normal to hide the owner's body so that no one can find it.
The voice of the Thousand-Faced Mirror Spirit was as cold and calm as ever, but to the young man it sounded full of strong sarcasm.
Is this a mockery of him?
The young man's face suddenly became darker, and his body floated upwards, quickly leaving the range of the silver-white flames.
Although the flame had no intelligence, he was unwilling to stay in it after knowing that the flame could "protect its master" on its own.
"Why didn't you say that before?"
There was no emotion in the young man's voice, which he spoke in a suppressed voice.
"My Lord is very powerful, so there is no need to remind him of such trivial matters."
A cold and hoarse voice flattered him very calmly.
The young man had a gloomy face and a murderous look in his eyes. He stared fiercely at the flames below and stretched out his hand to summon the Thousand-Faced Mirror.
"Bring out all the live silkworms."
An irregular polyhedron with a silvery-white glossy surface floats above the palm of the hand, rotating slowly.
The multi-faceted mirror remained silent for a long while.
The spirit of the Thousand-Faced Mirror no longer made any sound.
It could completely guess the young man's intention at the moment, which was nothing more than taking out all the living silkworms accumulated in the small space and killing them quickly, instantly generating extremely strong fear, resentment and other negative emotions for the young man to absorb.
The young man’s current strength is only one step away from the next level. He tries to absorb a large amount of power transformed from negative emotions to break through the bottleneck.
By then, even if Luo Zheyu wakes up, he will definitely no longer be his opponent.
But all the living silkworms were taken out of the small space and died quickly. It was a tonic and energy-replenishing elixir for the young man, but it was of no benefit to the Thousand-Sided Mirror and instead caused losses.
This will slow down the repair speed of the Manifold Mirror by 0.00001%.
Don't underestimate this 0.00001%. Since the young man became the owner of the kaleidoscope mirror, he has only repaired one ten-thousandth of it in the past few decades.
In this era when spiritual power is almost non-existent, it is extremely difficult to repair any part of the Thousand-Sided Mirror.
"Million-faced Mirror, don't forget that I am your master! You are just a mere spirit, how dare you disobey the master's orders?"
"Although I need you to manage the small space in the mirror and keep it running, you are not indispensable..."
There is a threat implicit in the young man's words.
The spirit of the Thousand-Faced Mirror sneered at his words. Without this spirit, the broken Thousand-Faced Mirror would have difficulty even operating a small space.
A multifaceted mirror would be useless without a spirit.
But this young man was a wolf, and when he was pushed into a corner, he dared to use the rules of the Thousand-face Mirror to lock the weapon spirit in the "small black room", so it had to be reluctant in its heart, but calm on the surface, and said slowly in a cold and hoarse voice: "Yes, my lord."
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Inside the airport.
The floor was dyed dark red and its original color could no longer be seen.
"Hurry, this is the last wave. Hurry up, be careful. There are fifty-eight monsters left. Kill them all and we can leave here!"
The tall and strong man looked around, counted the number of blood-red figures around him, raised the pointed iron rod in his hand, and shouted loudly.
The tall and handsome man stood silently in the back, holding the crossbow horizontally, shooting the blood-red figures that everyone had missed one by one.
Smooth and fast.
He seems focused and serious, but in fact his thoughts are wandering.
He was thinking about who he was and what kind of person he was.
It must not be the late summer solstice.
The only information I can remember at the moment is that he has been in poor health for many years and is single.
As I recall, Xia Mozhi was an ordinary person in every aspect.
But in fact, he has a photographic memory. Everything he has seen will be imprinted in his mind. If he were ordinary in all aspects, he would never have this ability.
My personality is not as easy-going as I remember.
The sudden strong sense of crisis and the scene seen at that moment are also worthy of attention.
The malicious man in front of him, the silver-white sea of fire below him, his body floating in the air, and...
There is a strange feeling that the head seems to disappear into nothingness and transform into another form of existence.
That feeling...
The crossbow moved slightly, and the sharp arrow shot out with a "swoosh", hitting the forehead of a blood-red figure who was about to bite someone.
The blood-red figure suddenly stiffened and fell backwards.
The man breathed a sigh of relief, gestured to the man with gratitude, clenched the sword in his hand, and continued to chop at the monster that was rushing towards him.
The man fell into thought again.
Recalling the feeling at that time, trying to simulate it.
With a little bit of adjustment and experimentation, finally, suddenly, the head no longer exists in reality and is transformed into... data state.
Really exists, but it is virtual data.
The ability that had been forgotten and sealed off was finally brought into play.
…………
Even if you are extremely reluctant, you still have to do what you have to do.
The spirit of the Manifold Mirror was unable to directly resist the young man, so it had to pull out the people who were experiencing the "movie" plot in the small space one by one.
In each small space of this kaleidoscope of mirrors, there are already thousands of living people alone, not to mention the ghosts of the dead and the humans in the unfinished small worlds.
Perhaps they had just experienced a moment of death in a "movie" and breathed a sigh of relief, feeling lucky to have escaped.
Perhaps you are facing death, feeling despair and waiting helplessly for death to come.
Without exception, everyone was pulled away at this moment.
"Throw them all into small space No. 01."
The young man said indifferently.
Small space No. 01 was created by him in the initial stage. There was no plot, no other ghosts, only a room and a pile of torture instruments.
The rules are also simple.
Anyone who enters the room with fear in their heart will be dragged onto the torture device.
If there is no fear in your heart, then this house will be the safest place.
But when you suddenly appear in an unfamiliar room, with bloody and terrifying torture instruments hanging everywhere on the floor and walls, almost no one is not afraid.
Therefore, this is the place that creates great fear in people and kills them the fastest.
The people who were thrown into Room 01 woke up slowly, looking around with blank and vigilant eyes.
There were probably several hundred of them, living in a huge dark brown wooden house with no doors or windows. The light came from oil lamps hanging on the wall.
There were many oil lamps, so everything in the room could be clearly illuminated.
A huge rusty iron chain was thrown casually on the wooden floor, with dark red spots solidified on the chain.
A pair of sharp scissors more than half a person's height, with the two blades slightly opened, standing on the ground, like a crocodile's open mouth.
There are two human-shaped iron frames connected to each other by iron chains. There are many protruding long spikes on the frames, shining with cold light. People standing close to the human-shaped iron frames can smell the strong smell of blood wafting from them.
The iron stove placed against the wall emitted a burst of heat, and the charcoal in the stove was burning slowly with a bright red glow.
A pair of iron shoes were placed in the iron stove, above the charcoal, and burned red by the fire.
A sharp bloody knife, ten long iron sticks with sharp tips...
As they looked at them one by one, their legs became weaker and their fear grew greater.
"ah!!"
Someone recognized the function of these strange things, screamed, sweat covered his forehead, and frantically banged his body against the wall of the wooden house.
Trying to break the wooden board and escape from this place.
“Crash…crash…”
The thick iron chains on the floor seemed to come alive and suddenly moved.
The people standing nearby screamed and dodged.
I saw the iron chain moving along the ground and quickly rushing towards the person who was frantically banging his head against the wall of the wooden house.
The chain climbed up the man, and amid his screams, dragged him to the human-shaped iron frame.
He was sandwiched between two human-shaped iron frames. No one was holding the instruments, but the instruments moved on their own and slowly closed. The long nails on the iron frames pierced the man...
"ah--"
Before he was stabbed, the man let out a shrill scream, his face was distorted, his eyes were wide open, and his crotch was wet.
He was very scared.
These two human-shaped iron frames have a name, called Iron Lady.
Also known as the Iron Maiden, it is a torture device. When the two sides of the human-shaped iron frames are closed, the long nails on the frames will pierce into the body of the prisoner. The long nails slowly penetrate the flesh, first the wrists, feet and other limbs, and then the nose, eyes, buttocks, etc. Although it is extremely painful, it will not cause the prisoner to die immediately and lose his life.
The prisoner would wail in extreme pain for several days until he died from excessive blood loss.
At the same time, the other hundreds of people standing in the house were also busy. Some were tied up with thick iron chains and dragged to the red-hot iron furnace; some were tied up with iron chains and hung above the sharp scissors, head down, with their necks between the blades; some were tied up with a fishing net with wide holes, which was getting tighter and tighter, and the flesh on their bodies was squeezed out and bulged one by one, with sharp and bloody knives flying around, gesticulating on the side...
Some people tried to stop the torture instruments by grabbing them, but were attacked instead.
More people lined up and gathered on one side of the wooden house, with fear and anxiety in their eyes, shouting "one, two, three" and banging their shoulders against the wall in unison.
They have all experienced the "movie". Even in such an incredible environment, with their lives in danger from strange existences, they are much calmer than ordinary people.
The long nails on the iron frame of the figure were about to pierce into the body; the huge sharp knife slowly closed, and the delicate neck was fragile and vulnerable; the sharp knife cut towards the flesh that was squeezed by the fishing net; the red-hot iron shoes flew out of the iron furnace, emitting scorching heat and drilling towards the feet of the person; and the seemingly rotten wooden house did not move at all under the impact of hundreds of people, and even the dust on the roof was not shaken off.
There were howling, crying, and cursing in the wooden house. Some people had tears in their eyes, some were wailing, and some were laughing uncontrollably. The emotions of despair and sadness reached their peak.
The negative emotions were quickly drawn away, transformed into another kind of power through the kaleidoscope and passed into the hands of the young man.
The young man closed his eyes slightly and sat cross-legged in the air, concentrating on absorbing the energy to impact the bottleneck in his body.
“Swish, swish, swish—”
A huge black sickle suddenly spun in a circle and shot out from the ocean of silver-white flames.
Carrying enormous force.
The young man's whole mind was immersed in his body. Although he sensed the danger at this time, he did not have time to withdraw his mind from his body and dodge the flying sickle.
Just as the sickle circled closer, with the slightly curved blade with sharp teeth aimed at his neck and cut diagonally, a silver translucent light appeared around the young man and enveloped him.
It was an irregular polyhedron, exactly what it looked like after being magnified by a kaleidoscope.
At the critical moment, the spirit of the Thousand-Faced Mirror stepped in to protect the young man.
“Bang!”
The sickle blade chopped on the silver translucent light shield, shaking each other, and the silver translucent light shield stabilized. The huge black sickle bounced back, fell down, and fell into the sea of fire.
Held firmly by a slender and strong hand.
A tall and slender figure flew out from the silver-white flames, with a pair of arrogant and sharp eyes.
The pupils of his eyes glowed slightly silver, and it was unclear whether it was the original color or was stained by the sea of fire below.
His thin lips curled slightly, and he gripped the huge black sickle tightly in his hand. His other hand was on the hilt, and the back of the knife was slightly raised backwards, slowly accumulating strength.
"What other tricks do you have? Don't use them."
The clear voice was more penetrating than ever before, with a hint of chillness.
After his spirit was pulled into an incomplete little world by the Thousand-faceted Mirror and he temporarily lost his memory, he did change a little after clearing away the mystery.
There was a hint of coldness in his whole person, as if... he was destined to be even more lonely.
The curved blade of the sickle swung violently, cutting through the air with a bursting sound, and swung fiercely towards the young man.
He used all his strength in this strike, using his greatest power and fastest speed.
Just want to kill with one strike.
The sickle was swung diagonally and horizontally. If it hit the target accurately, it could cut off half of the young man's shoulder and head.
The young man's pupils shrank slightly, and he frantically absorbed the power from the Thousand-faceted Mirror.
The knife was too fast and he couldn't dodge it.
The bottleneck in his body is almost broken. If he can break through it now, the spirit of the Thousand-Faced Mirror will definitely be able to use a stronger protective shield to protect him.
Most of the abilities of the Manifold Mirror are unlocked according to the abilities of its owner.
Faster, faster!
In his heart, the young man kept urging the Thousand-faceted Mirror to speed up the transmission of energy.
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Inside the wooden house.
There was wailing everywhere. The tip of the long nail slightly pierced the body, and a sharp pain came.
You can feel the scorching heat under your feet, and the next moment, your skin and flesh may stick tightly to the red-hot iron shoes.
Huge sharp knives were clamped on both sides of the neck, squeezing out trickles of blood. The man hung upside down by the chains had snot and tears all over his face, his eyes were tightly closed, and he only wished to die without pain.
Among the crowd of hundreds of people, there was a bald man with a delicate brown bear sitting on his head. The bear was so stable that it did not even slip off his head.
The little brown bear was holding a piece of light yellow paper in his hand. His dark red eyes were focused and quick as he scanned the paper. Then he opened his mouth wide, revealing a row of tiny metallic fangs, and he crumpled the paper into his stomach.
That piece of paper was exactly the one that the old lady next to the red spider lily gave to Luo Zheyu.
The brown bear's furry feet slipped, and he slid off the bald man's shiny forehead and jumped to the ground.
It raised its two furry brown paws, stood up with its head raised like an orangutan, and clapped its paws on its chest.
"Ah wow wow wow!"
It let out an indistinct yell, and its body grew rapidly as it yelled, from the size of a palm to the size of a washbasin, and then quickly grew to half a meter tall...
Eventually, the little brown bear turned into a big brown bear, and when it was more than two meters tall, it stopped growing.
The dark red round eyes flashed, and the brown bear stopped hunching over, spread his legs, and half-crouched, forming a horse stance posture.
Then he opened his mouth full of sharp metallic fangs and roared at the various torture instruments: "Ah——"
A gust of wind blew by.
All the small instruments of torture were blown all over the place and fell into the corners. Although the large instruments of torture were not blown away, they stopped moving.
"Hurry, hurry, hurry! Save him!"
The bald man cheered, swung his big tattooed arms, and ran forward with more than 20 people, and forcefully pried open the chains on the human-shaped iron frame.
"What are you standing there for? Come here and save him!"
Seeing that the other hundred people had not made any movement and were staring at the brown bear with fear and hesitation, the bald man frowned and shouted impatiently.
…………
The sickle swung.
A large head mixed with blood flew away.
It's a bit like golf, but unfortunately there are no holes to align.
The young man ultimately failed to break through the bottleneck.
The power converted from the Thousand-faceted Mirror suddenly became much weaker.
He didn't even have time to explore before he watched his body moving further and further away from him.
The author has something to say: My little cuties should be able to tell from my dog-chewed red flowers that I’ve been having a real writer’s block recently, and I feel a bit bad…
Crying bird.
The Styx is over, only the finishing touches are left
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