Screaming Cycle

Fan Hemian closed her eyes tightly, her head drooping, motionless, black blood was still gushing from the wound, making her look like she had just been fished out of an oil pond.

For a moment, Ji Lu even thought that her sister had left quietly.

He tremblingly stretched out his hand to take her breath.

When he felt a faint air flow across his fingertips, Ji Tuan almost softened his legs and knelt down directly.

"Little Crane!"

He didn't care about that much, and grabbed Fan Hemian's shoulder and shook it vigorously, "When you wake up, you must open your eyes! Come on!"

It was probably Ji Xuan who hurt Fan Hemian's broken arm. The girl hummed softly and frowned.

"Little Crane, open your eyes!"

Ji Tuan keeps up.

This time, Fan Hemian was finally woken up by him, his eyes barely opened a gap, his lips moved, as if he wanted to speak.

"Little crane, listen."

Ji Xiaoniao squeezed the girl's shoulder tightly, using the pain to help her stay awake, "Now, say, ‘I abstain’."

Fan Hemian's eyes rolled with difficulty.

In the midst of the massive blood loss and bone-cutting pain, she had already stepped into the ghost gate with half of her foot, and it was almost impossible to keep her sane.

After working hard a few times, Fan Hemian finally focused his distracted focus on Ji Yu's face, but he could only see his lips moving, and couldn't hear what he was talking about.

"Hurry up and say'I abstain'!"

Ji Tuan was in a cold sweat, and Fan Luming next to him fell with tears, crying in a mess.

"You are in front of the relief wall!"

Ji Xiaoniao grabbed Fan Hemian's still intact hand and asked her to touch the surrounding environment.

"As long as you abstain, you can return to the Fanhua Palace!"

Fan Hemian blinked vigorously, shaking off the black blood on his eyelashes.

Her fingers touched a rough and cold marble wall.

...What is the bird talking about?

Fan Hemian tightened his fingers and weakly held Ji Shu's hand.

... by the way, give up...

She finally distinguished the two syllables from the repetition of Ji Shuxu.

...As long as I can go back...

Fan Hemian trembled her lips, and squeezed out two syllables with a voice that only she could hear.

"give up……"

Immediately afterwards, everyone saw that the girl leaning on the wall began to change.

She was like a group of soft clay plaster, her back melted into the stone wall, and quickly experienced the process of melting, reshaping and hardening. In just a few seconds, Fan Hemian went from a body covered with black blood. The living person has become a snow-white female relief without a face.

Ji Lu and Fan Luming sat down on the ground, their spirits strained to the extreme and suddenly relaxed, they collapsed, almost crying with a headache.

Ren Jianmo also secretly breathed a sigh of relief.

He raised his head and glanced at the wall clock on the railing of the corridor. The number "Jiu" representing Fan Hemian had disappeared. The minute hand moved forward for nine minutes, and now the remaining time was 27 minutes.

Ji Yu calmed down for a moment, then looked up at Fan Luming.

"Little deer, you go back too."

Fan Luming turned his head to look at him, his eyes were red, and there was still a tear in the corners of his eyes.

"You mean... let me go back to the Brahma Palace?"

He pointed to the relief wall, "Now?"

Ji Shu nodded.

Fan Luming disagreed, "I can continue."

He patted his small body at the bottom of the contempt chain among the participants, "Look, I didn't even break a piece of oily skin."

In fact, Fan Luming has always felt that if he was the one who was injured just now, with the anti-healing power he copied from the self-healer, even if it is corroded by black blood, he will definitely be able to last longer than his own sister. many.

"no."

Ji Shu shook his head.

"It's too dangerous here, we can't be distracted to protect you."

He had already lost Mo Tiangen, and almost lost Fan Hemian. He really couldn't let his younger brother take risks with them.

Fan Luming opened his mouth, as if he still wanted to refute, but Ji Lu was the first step to press his lips with his fingers, "Besides, your sister needs you very much now."

The younger brother frowned.

He knew that Ji Tuan was actually right.

Indeed, although Fan Luming possesses a sturdy self-healing power that is so strong that he will never die as long as he is not hit directly, and he is also a rare healer, his combat power is barely enough at best. At the threshold of a B-level participant, in this S-level difficulty "world" that is everywhere in crisis, when his companions have no spare capacity to protect him, he is likely to become a burden.

and……

Fan Luming turned his head and glanced at the embossed stone wall.

...Furthermore, since the death of Teacher Dagen, Fan Hemian seems to have changed his person, and there is a desperate decisiveness in everything he does. He is really worried about leaving his sister alone.

"Um."

Fan Luming stopped arguing and agreed to the suggestion made by Ji Yuan. Then he found a human-shaped pit on the wall and stood in.

"correct."

Before leaving, he warned:

"We have searched the corridor connecting the first and second floors of this staircase, and there is no exit."

...

After sending Fan Luming away, Ji Yuan looked at the number "pick" that was just erased on the dial of the clock, and sighed for a long time.

"Well, now only the two of us are left."

He looked up and smiled silently at Ren Jian.

"Let's go, let's hurry up."

This maze is not only surprisingly large, but also incredibly complicated. Even after Fan Hemian and Fan Luming both abstained, the remaining time accumulated to thirty-nine minutes, Ji Xiaoniao still felt that time was tight and it was not enough.

Just now Fan Luming told them that the corridor connecting the first and second floors of this spiral staircase had already been visited, and Ji Lu and Ren Jianmo came down from the fourth floor. It seems that only the third floor is still there. Never explored.

So Ji Lu and Ren Jianmo walked through the long embroidered carpet to a carved door at the end of the corridor.

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In the other corner of the maze, Bing Hao finally found the exit of the mirror house.

In front of the exit is a corridor, and at the end of the corridor is a door.

Judging from the style of the door, it seems to be an elevator. There are not only up and down buttons, but also a bright red letter, "Squad".

If it is inferred according to common sense, this should mean the "floor" he is on.

There is also a huge clock hung on the top of the elevator, and the time displayed on it is "Thirty-five minutes past zero."

Bing Hao pressed the button without hesitation.

Their task is to find the "Brahma" who does not know where he is. Even if he is the only one left, as long as the time is not used up, he will still continue.

With a "ding", the elevator door opened.

Bing Ha raised his leg and walked in.

The elevator car is quite spacious and empty. It can fit into a double bed. There is nothing called "decoration" in it. Except for the six-sided metal iron sheet, there is only a dim round ceiling light. .

After confirming that there was no danger inside, Bing Xi looked at the control panel in the elevator again.

There are a total of four "floors" above, which are represented by "One, Two, Si, and Four" respectively.

The white-haired young man thought for a while and pressed "One".

The elevator descended quietly and smoothly and quickly reached the first floor.

The door opened, and Bing Ha raised his foot and stepped out.

He looked up and swept around.

This is an indoor space, because he can see the glass dome and the flat patterned floor tiles under his feet are covered with all kinds of exotic flowers, green trees and shrubs. The feeling of his skin tells him that the humidity here is so high. It was amazing, and the temperature was at least twenty-eight or ninety degrees Celsius, and the air pressure was so low that it was a bit difficult to breathe.

Bing Hao guessed that this place should be a large greenhouse.

He decided to walk around to see if he could find another exit.

However, at this moment, he suddenly caught the unusual movement in the air.

Bing Hao immediately turned around and ran towards the source of the sound.

The vegetation in the greenhouse is extremely luxuriant, and most of the flowers and trees are taller than people, and the layered layers are very obstructive.

The white-haired young man didn't know the terrain here, so he could only listen to the sound to distinguish his position. After making detours several times, he finally found the narrow stone ladder hidden among the flowers and trees and climbed to the second floor of the greenhouse.

After gaining a high degree of advantage, Bing Hao quickly found the source of the sound.

He saw Baroque and tattoos.

The two were fighting with a group of moths, looking very embarrassed.

When those moths spread their wings, each has two slaps, and when it flies, it will drop phosphorous powder.

Obviously, those phosphorous powders are corrosive, and human skin will fester as long as it is touched-so baroque and tattoos are now covered in wounds. The exposed skin such as the head, neck, and limbs is covered with large, small and deep skin. Deep and shallow ulcers.

As they ran, they used wire nets and air bombs to expel the moths that were surrounding them, but they could not completely avoid the corrosive phosphorous powder that was scattered on their bodies, and they were completely downwind.

Of course, Bing Hao could not have watched the two companions in distress.

"Get down!"

He shouted, and at the same time raised his hands, a large piece of ice fell from the height, and rushed towards the flying moths like a tsunami.

Baroque and tattoos both hugged their heads and fell down without saying a word.

Countless pieces of frost mixed with snow powder covered the two people tightly, and there were not many moths surrounding them that could escape the overwhelming ice in such a short period of time.

Just listen to the "crackling" noise.

Hundreds of moths’ wings were frozen by the frost, falling to the ground like rain, smashing into one piece around the Baroque and tattoos.

The snow mist dissipated, Baroque and Tattoo got up, shaking off the moths on their bodies, and let out a lingering sigh of relief.

"Are you two okay?"

Bing Hao jumped down from the second floor and raised his hand to release a few pieces of ice, killing the few moths that slipped through the net.

"Fortunately, you arrived in time."

Baroque wiped his left forehead to the cheekbones with a large burn that was scalded by phosphorous powder with his sleeve. He gasped and smiled bitterly:

"If we are five minutes late, we will have to die here."

As he said, he cast his gaze on the moths that were still twitching and struggling on the ground even if their wings were frozen, with envy on his face, and at the same time a trace of unrecognizable greed flashed in his eyes:

"It's still the boss, your abilities are great."