Absurd deduction game

The frozen room was filled with wind again due to the flow of Yin Qi.

This time, the most lethal thing is the layers of shadows, the sticky black strands, like a bunch of thin threads threaded through the hole of a needle, mercilessly piercing Jiang Po's body!

"ah!!!"

The old man's voice screamed, revealing the extreme hysteria of pain.

In an instant, Jiang Po's whole body was pierced by countless shadows. This invisible light and shadow solidified at this time, just like a replica of the silk threads that controlled the shadow puppets.

She struggled hard, and the Yin Qi in the bloody formation on the ground was absorbed by her and fed back to her, but it was of no avail. She looked at the closed door bitterly, as if she hated the close distance.

Guijiu had been fed up with the shadow puppetry technique since he entered the dungeon. Now he was fighting tooth for tooth, with strong malice flowing in his scarlet eyes. He carefully observed Jiang Po's appearance, even if streams of rotten liquid flowed from Jiang Po's body. There was splash from the punctured wound, and he didn't hesitate at all.

It can be seen that this fake Jiang Po is not good at fighting, just as they speculated.

Also, if they are really strong, why use so many tricks to deal with them?

There was a gust of wind, and Guijiu had unknowingly left the barrel. Water stains were dripping down his body, and even his hair was dripping. He walked barefoot and walked step by step in front of Jiang Po.

The numerous shadows were all his subjects, spreading and surging around him. Under the damp bangs, those ghostly red eyes were full of inhumanity, making everyone who saw these eyes feel cold all over and difficult to breathe. .

To a certain extent, Guijiu is no better than the ghosts in Fengtou Town at night, especially the way he is dripping with water, which makes people subconsciously ignore his superior human appearance and only see the horror of the ghosts under the skin.

Jiang Po trembled under the pressure that was getting closer and closer.

The more she looked at Guijiu, the more frightened she became. She even lowered her head uncontrollably and looked at the water on the ground, her pupils shrinking smaller and smaller.

"Don't come over! Don't come over!!!" After screaming, Jiang Po realized after a while that she didn't seem to make a sound.

She opened her mouth, and a wave of weariness hidden in fear emerged uncontrollably, splitting her consciousness into two. One was saying - run, and the other was saying - so tired, that's it. .

The soundless silence began to pollute Jiang Po's consciousness, like tiny insects, gnawing at her will to survive.

I don't know if it was an illusion caused by light and shadow, but even her body seemed to begin to lose color and become dim.

Zhao Mou, who was behind, felt the strange pollution hidden in the shadows and secretly breathed in the feeling of the disperser being assimilated.

He knew what this contamination was... the silent power of Ghost Wine.

It is a high-level power that comes directly from the power system of the evil god [him] and was integrated into the body by the evil ghost who entered Ajiu's body.

It makes people lose their desire to live, makes them crazy, makes people's alienation soar, and turns them into a strange shadow in the silence.

The sea monster immediately stretched out her hand, and a faint halo enveloped Zhao Mou and Ren Yi. Her oceanic purification ability was suitable for use at this time. With the help of the sea monster, Zhao Mou was no longer affected by the shadow of silence and felt relaxed. One breath.

This is just the energy residue that will inevitably spread to the surroundings when Guijiu takes action. If he is facing silence...

Zhao Mou looked at Jiang Po.

After such a short period of time, Jiang Po has almost faded into a gray and white portrait.

The incomprehensible ability caused Jiang Po's clothes to fade along with it, except for the red cloth shoes on her feet, which were still dazzlingly scarlet, like the only sudden presence of paint on a black and white painting.

Jiang Po opened her mouth wide, as if she was shouting silently. After a while, Gui Jiu's faint tone was mixed with a little joy, and she asked softly: "What are you afraid of? Let me see."

Scarlet eyes met Jiang Po's gaze, and he instantly saw the scene in her eyes from the reflection of Jiang Po's pupils.

Bugs, overwhelming black bugs, crawling in this small room.

The densely packed insect legs rub against the tentacles, making an uninterrupted creaking sound. Countless insects gather into a huge shadow, entangled on the ground, walls, ceiling, and everywhere in sight.

Even the silk threads running through her body were long, twisting creatures like black wire worms. The tops of the worms were swinging wildly, just like a drawing of hell.

It turns out that the world that Jiang Po, who was about to go crazy, saw was like this.

Guijiu curled his lips and moved closer.

He saw himself in Jiang Po's eyes.

Things were no longer as they were originally. The world in Jiang Po's eyes had been distorted by her crazy fantasy. Guijiu saw that his body was rotten and mutilated, as if he had just been fished out of the river, much more than reality. The water stains continued to flow along his body to the floor, and then mixed with the black bugs. The bugs struggled to death in the water, and new ones soon came up.

This look looked familiar, and Guijiu recognized it after a moment's thought - Po Jiang, who was in extreme fear, recognized him as a water corpse.

People of Master Wanban's lineage are indeed afraid of water corpses. No wonder even the rules of Fengtou Town require water corpses as a special punishment for these people.

Apart from this, there is nothing else in Jiang Po's eyes.

Guijiu was a little disappointed.

He could have seen all the "hallucinations" seen by the prey in the silence, and thus peeked into the secrets of Jiang Po's memory, but Jiang Po was like a paramecium, except for the distorted reaction to existing things, there was nothing extra Thinking.

It seems there are no clues to catch.

He raised his head slightly, his eyes penetrated the shadows and landed on Yu Xing who was waiting for him.

Yu Xing's eyes stayed on him, and when he met his eyes, he smiled at him, as if to say: Although your ability is terrifying, it does not affect me, so relax.

Guijiu snorted coldly.

"She is useless, kill her?"

Yu Xing nodded: "Since it's useless, there's no need to keep it, just kill it."

The shadows instantly rioted, and the killing intent could no longer be concealed.

But at this moment, Jiang Po, who had a ferocious and dazed expression, suddenly moved. She seemed to have been waiting for the moment when Guijiu's attention would be diverted.

All the dullness and despair quietly disappeared, and she trembled all over, and her body suddenly fell like a puddle of mud. The sticky flesh and blood melted into liquid, flowing out from the small hole penetrated by the shadow, leaving only a The soft skin drooped silently.

An almost imperceptible tiny wave passed through the gap in the shadow, and the wind it brought was inconspicuous in the strong wind. The moment the thing was about to leave the room, the black mist chased after it, intangible against intangible, Wrap that thing and imprison it tightly.

The next second, the shadow and black mist dissipated at the same time.

The room returned to its original appearance, even the blood array on the ground was gone. Several deducers were spread out, but all directions were blocked intentionally or unintentionally.

The gas wrapped in the black mist twisted and screamed, falling on Yu Xing's palm.

"Got it," he said.

Everyone stepped forward.

The Siren was afraid of Guijiu, so he kept a certain distance from him, moved to the other side of Yu Xing, and stuck his head out to see the squirming black mist.

If you look closely, you will see that it is wrapped in a cloud of white smoke. The white smoke sometimes turns into a face, and sometimes it is drawn into a human shape. The energy is dark and malicious.

"Is this a soul?" Ren Yi showed extraordinary curiosity about this.

Regardless of whether humans have souls or not, in this dungeon setting, souls do exist and are very important.

Yu Xing simply handed the black mist to Ren Yi to watch, while he himself came to Guijiu and touched his head: "Well done."

When he was lying on the table as a spare skin, he had more contact with Jiang Po and heard her talking to herself, thus confirming that this fake Jiang Po was not as simple as a shadow puppet.

He could sense that the aura of this Jiang Po was more human than a ghost transformed from a shadow puppet.

So he had a guess, maybe the fake Jiang Po was not a fake made to imitate the real Jiang Po, nor was it disguise, make-up or blindfold.

But - wearing the skin of the real Jiang Po.

If you want to get rid of her, you can only force the soul of this dove-occupying magpie's nest out of Jiang Po's skin.

If that soul knew that it would be more dangerous for him to come out, I'm afraid he would rather hide in this skin. It doesn't matter if it is riddled with holes. As long as he hides it from them, he still has a chance to leave.

So Yu Xing gave Guijiu a look. It was strange. In fact, he was not sure that Guijiu could understand what he meant, because a look alone could not express a certain sentence clearly, but that's what he did.

Guijiu actually understood it smoothly.

After that, he pretended to be careless after being frightened, letting the soul know that if he didn't leave, he might lose his soul, and now he had the opportunity to take advantage of the shadows in the sky to escape as fast as possible.

Then he ran into Yu Xing's black mist trap.