Various brushstrokes are spread across the wall, like flowing fire.

Su Mingan approached and found a room with a little light. The dark red handwriting was printed on the wall like blood, like the goal of a student writing on the big newspaper when attending the coming-of-age ceremony.

"What is this? Brother. Why is there such a thing in the dungeon..." Mo Yan leaned out his head behind him, looking like he had never seen such a wall before.

Su Mingan put his hand on the wall, nothing happened, and there was no clue. It looked like this was just an extremely ordinary wall.

He looked to the side and saw no other doors, as if the road in the corridor had already ended here.

"This copy is so small." Mo Yan said: "It will only take a while to start from walking out of the door. Now it's over. I don't think it should be that two corridors are as big as that..."

"Of course it's more than that." Su Mingan took back his hand: "It may be that the scope of night movements is limited - or there are other roads in the doors on both sides of the corridor that we ignored. But we didn't fan the whole circle of the road."

"Then, let's look back..."

Mo Yan turned around and wanted to walk back, but suddenly saw a very dazzling light in his sight.

He turned on night vision and saw that everything had a glimmer of light, but the light was like a spark in the dark, too obvious.

He thought about it and finally confirmed what it was.

Cold sweat climbed up to his back in an instant, his whole body trembled, and he immediately subconsciously wanted to retreat: "Big, brother, that ghost thing seems to be back!"

...There are no cabinets here!

He was in the corridor on the second floor because he was fearless because of a cabinet. But now he went deep into this wall and there was no cabinet next to him. He had no place to run away even if he wanted to hide!

He hurriedly turned his head and wanted to remind his elder brother, but he saw that the elder brother had already taken out a weapon.

It was a long sword, with a mirror-like reflection on the sword body. When he looked over, a layer of black light suddenly attached to the sword.

The darkness made me feel a sense of danger.

The eldest brother looked very calm, holding the hilt of the sword with both hands and raising the sword. The black light also flowed slightly with his movements, as if there was life.

"Big, brother, are you going to... fight that thing?"

Mo Yan was shocked.

He knew that the eldest brother was probably a big shot, but he fought with the thing that looked like something was wrong... This should not be the correct way to deal with it, right?

He had just looked at the light up close on the second floor before, and the san value fluctuated like crazy.

"You are waiting here." Su Mingan had switched to the Ming state, and after being attached to the sword, he had 90 seconds of staying time, which was enough for him to end a battle.

He can not choose to fight. If space displacement is used, there is no problem with escaping. Although Mo Yan behind him is likely to be unable to escape, he has no guilt either.

In many horror games, "ghosts" cannot be killed. Players can only choose to hide or escape when facing it, and it is impossible to turn around and kill.

However, it is not impossible to choose to fight.

Some things are only known after trying them. Even if you know that it is dangerous in front of you, maybe the upper limit is not completely locked... What if the other party is a killing object?

Su Mingan rushed out.

"Big, brother, why is your weapon so similar to Yarman..."

A voice of confusion came from behind.

Su Mingan ignored it.

At this moment, there was only the light that looked a little burning at this moment in the center of his vision.

The light seemed to notice him, and the small point began to gradually magnify, and the two were approaching each other.

Just as Su Mingan's gaze was frozen on the light, the orange value in the upper left corner instantly began to fluctuate violently.

From 70, to 65 in an instant, rebounded in an instant, and the value repeatedly jumped, extremely unstable.

【…Why have to face reality?】

He suddenly heard a faint murmur in his ear, as if someone was approaching him and was blowing at him, his voice was a gentle neutral sound.

His hand was raised in an instant, his sword blade was raised high, and a dark stream of light passed through.

The next moment, the fluctuations of space enveloped the whole body.

The position changed instantly, and he appeared behind the light.

Although there was darkness around him, the light was bright, and he could see the floor gradually illuminated by the light... and the empty area around the light.

He originally thought that the light was controlled by something, or something was carrying the light. This thing was his target of attack.

But now when he got closer, he saw nothing, and he couldn't even find the target.

This light was like floating in the air, like a little firefly, and there was no one around him who controlled it.

The arrow is on the string and has to be fired.

Although he could not find the specific target of attack, Su Mingan still waved his sword - towards the extremely bright light.

The sword blade swept through the air, and when it passed through the lights, it was not hindered. He saw the prompt of [HP-892! (Weakened!)] jumping in front of him and felt relieved.

...As long as there are blood strips, that's fine.

That means the other party is a "objectable".

The extremely dark black collided between the lights, and cut the lights suddenly like cutting jelly. He saw the light scattered in half dispersing in front of him, and then heard an extremely clear system prompt:

【The death resistance takes effect.】

The light had completely enveloped him.

When the last shadow on his body disappeared, he heard a faint murmur.

The words were unclear, the words were unclear, and the specific meaning was unknown. But when he raised his head and looked at the gradually extinguished light, he saw a blood-red figure at the end of the corridor that was incompatible with the darkness.

The dance skirt was blood-red, glowing with a glimmer of light. It stood there, like flowing blood.

A long shadow was pulled out from behind "her", and at this time it twisted strangely, completely covering the walls on both sides.

【…Why have to face reality?】

He heard such a voice again.

[Aren't you sent to enslave us?]

【Aren’t you their unique masterpiece?】

[…So despicable, so lowly, so surrendered to reality, so "healthy" you.]

[——Why do you have to come back?]

“…”

Su Mingan looked at the blood-red figure.

He heard sad voices, like accusation, like sighs, like complaining, or like envying him.

He heard the system prompt:

【Kill "Winter Snow", Exp+0!】

The next moment, the light magnifies.

He held the sword and saw that the san value that was originally lower than 50 was raised to 70 in an instant.

...

He opened his eyes.

He sat up suddenly and stretched out his hand.

The blazing light hit his eyes, the light was too dazzling, and the stinging pain made tears appear on the corners of his eyes.

In the dark corners' vision, the Yarman sword that was originally holding in his hand disappeared, and he saw a pair of scarred hands.

There are fine pinholes on the back of the hand.

The blue and white hospital gown was loosely worn on him, and there was a constant pain on his thigh.

...Returned?

He raised his head, the time on the clock was pointing at a point, the wooden door was closed, and there was an unopened notebook on the table.

...Although I don't know what's going on.

But this time, the death did not have any sequelae and there was no pain at all, just like the eyes were closed and then retracted.

It clearly shows that the resistance to death will take effect... Even the prompt to kill the other party sounded, but he was still dead.

He died so much that he didn't even know the cause of his death.

Su Mingan frowned, but stood up from the bed.

...This week, a quick battle will be decided.

He crossed his legs, reached the table, and then quickly moved up.

The room was so small that he could go to the table even if he didn't get out of bed.

Without touching the floor, no sound was made, he sat above the table and opened the notebook.

It is still a familiar title page and familiar text.
To be continued...