Another World: My life is on the hook!

Blue Star, the magic capital.

In a separate room on the ground floor.

On the bed, Bai Yi, who was wearing a hospital gown, was lying on the bed, covered with a quilt, with the help of the subtle light coming in from the window, with a solemn expression.

Holding a pencil, he tried hard to recall the magic circle for the summoning ceremony that was drawn on the page that his elder brother handed him.

He still didn't give up.

Although that note could no longer be retrieved, he and his elder brother had studied the structure of the ritual circle together in his elder brother's basement.

But now he can only rely on his memory and try his best to reproduce it.

And most importantly...

His eyes fell on the tiny trace of minced flesh and blood mist between his nails.

It was the flesh and blood he had stripped from his big brother's little finger.

And as long as he still has this trace of flesh and blood undiscovered, then he still has the hope of summoning his elder brother, because the flesh and blood of his elder brother is the best beacon!

"I remember it should be like this..."

Bai Yi frowned, trying hard to recall the structure of the ritual circle.

Now he really hates himself for being idle and not studying hard. If he has the ability of photographic memory, then does he need to reproduce it? !

He himself is a mobile library.

However, he knew that it was useless to think about it. The most urgent task now was to deepen the memory of the ritual circle, because by the next morning, he would have to destroy all the things he had depicted today.

Time passed little by little in his focused memory.

But in the next moment.

The ray of light coming in from the window suddenly went dark.

Bai Yi grasped the paper in his hand almost subconsciously, his expression turned vigilant.

Has it been discovered?

The room where he was placed under house arrest faced the corridor outside the door, and because guards often patrolled back and forth, the lights in the corridor were always on all night.

He held his breath almost subconsciously.

For some reason, he clearly felt that the temperature in the room seemed to be slowly dropping at an imperceptible speed.

But it's not like normal cold.

Instead it's like...

gloomy.

He swallowed subconsciously, finally lifted the quilt, put on the compromise, and walked towards the door nervously.

step.

two steps.

Approach slowly.

There is a glass door and window above the iron door, usually the guards would peep at him from that small window from time to time, and there was a monitor in the upper right corner, but what made him nervous was that even the red dot on the monitor disappeared.

Seems like the place is completely out of power.

He held his breath.

at last.

He mustered up the courage to raise his head, and looked out of the small window carefully.

Inch by inch.

And he almost raised his heart to his throat.

Because he was very afraid that a pair of eyes or a bloody hand would suddenly appear out of the small window, and he swore that he would be frightened out of his wits.

But it didn't.

His gaze penetrated the glass window and looked to the outside world.

There was darkness in the corridor, and it was so quiet that it made one's heart shudder. He couldn't see anything but his own reflection on the glass window.

The heart he was holding was finally let go slowly.

He breathed a low sigh of relief.

Maybe.

Maybe it was really a power outage.

Because ever since he came back from the dark world, he always felt a little nervous, as if a pair of eyes had been peeping at him from the dark, making him a little nervous.

But it's fine.

If he also encounters the spiritual world in Blue Star, there is no invincible existence like the big brother, and his little life may really have to be explained here.

He took a deep breath and wiped the cold sweat from his brow.

Subconsciously want to turn around.

But at this moment.

The corner of his eyes suddenly fell on the small window in front of him, and his hair stood on end almost instantly.

That's right.

There was really nothing outside the window.

But is the reflection on the glass window really himself?

Because he clearly noticed that when he was about to turn his head, the vague reflection on his glass window did not follow his movements at all!

If that reflection wasn't me, who would it be? !

His hands trembled, and his face slowly turned pale.

He straightened his head stiffly.

The reflection on the glass window, which was exactly the same as himself, seemed to be staring at him.

And that is in the next moment.

The reflection suddenly smiled at him.

"Got you."

Bai Yi's face changed suddenly, goosebumps all over his body burst out, he suddenly turned his head in horror and was about to back away.

But it was just the moment he turned his head.

Behind.

He saw the blood-stained white-haired old man staring at his back.

He recognized the old man almost immediately, he was the high-ranking official sent down to represent the government to form the Supernatural Directorate.

But at this moment, he stood there like a corpse.

wow-

The old man suddenly opened his mouth, and in just an instant, his mouth grew to a size of two meters, like an abyss, and it enveloped him in an instant.

A shrill scream resounded throughout the room.

……

"Bai Yi!"

In the corridor outside the gate, the psychic was full of eagerness, leading dozens of fully armed special forces and high-level personnel to Bai Yi's gate quickly.

They immediately took out the keys and tried to open the gate.

But I don't know why, the door seems to be welded to death, and it is difficult to push it no matter what.

And the inside of the glass window is also dark.

"Something went wrong! Their target is indeed that child!"

The psychic gritted her teeth, and she glanced eagerly at the dark corridor, the intense coldness almost covered her whole body.

She didn't dare to delay and sat cross-legged on the ground immediately, and took out a little figure cut out of paper from her arms.

Sticking the paper figurine on the gate, biting his finger, he quickly drew a blood-red rune on the paper figurine.

She closed her eyes.

The fingers quickly made a series of complex gestures.

Her lips trembled as she continued to chant obscure incantations.

And at the next moment, she opened her eyes suddenly, gritted her teeth and said, "Sister, it's up to you."

hum-

On the left half of her face, a half-empty, ghost-like grimace suddenly appeared.

And the paper man pasted on the iron door stuck to the gate in an instant, almost fused with the gate, a lot of blood gushed out from the paper man, and the iron gate quickly became a piece of paper. Rotten and dilapidated.

"Smash the door!"

The psychic gritted his teeth and roared.

The special forces around him immediately slammed heavily on the gate with the butt of their guns.

The iron gate crashed down.

And the shrill and terrified voices that were isolated suddenly came from it.

They immediately saw that Bai Yi in the room was covered with mucus all over his body, his upper body was almost completely swallowed by the white-haired old man, only his two legs were left to hold on desperately.

"Bai Yi!!"

The faces of everyone changed drastically.