[Jian San Hologram] No. 007

He is here.

With the shrimp in his mouth, Ming Yuzhe subconsciously turned his head to look around, but most of the surroundings were cosplayers, and at a glance, there were so many people, it was impossible to tell who was the boss hidden in the crowd.

Ling Qi ate a spoonful of mashed potatoes and found it delicious, so he dug a spoonful and brought it to Ming Yuzhe's mouth, and said lightly: "I'll go to the security control office later to see if I can take some precautions, eat it , I’m here with you, it’s not a big problem.”

"But there are so many people here, and the place is still big." Ming Yuzhe ate the delicious mashed potatoes, worried, "Why don't you do some more divination?"

"It's not the time yet." Ling Qi frowned slightly, and continued to feed him, "I'm not good at learning, and it's easy to be inaccurate in short-term continuous divination."

Mingyu glanced at Daoist Ling who was "not good at learning", thinking that if he could have the same level of "not good at learning", then the capital of Ming'an would light firecrackers happily.

What a pity, why didn't old man Ming accept Ling Qi?The two of them are so fucking master-student.

Ling Qi quickly finished his lunch, told Ming Yuzhe to pay attention to safety, and then went to the General Security Control Office.

"Eh? Where is the priest going?" Yan Yuqing, who was eating a chicken wing, raised her head and asked.

Mingyu smiled, "Go and run errands for me."

Yan Yuqing nodded inwardly without knowing it, and turned to stare at a deliciously grilled fish.

The general security control office is a bit far away, just separated from the activities of the animation club by a campus.

While flying to the destination in the aircraft, Ling Qi contacted the school leaders, wanting to temporarily take control of the general control office.

Although he graduated from the First Military Academy, he was also a nominal director in this school, so he always had some privileges.

However, when he walked to the north area of ​​the school and the population became less and less, he didn't know what mechanism he had touched, and the sky darkened instantly.

The aircraft seemed to be scrapped and hung on the spot without moving. The sound of the wind around it stopped, and the air seemed to stop flowing.

The whole world changed suddenly, Ling Qi was dizzy for a moment, and then recovered in the blink of an eye, looking up at the familiar red sky, frowning.

His intentions were probably exposed.

But that person is almost exposed.

Ling Qi recalled in his heart who was there when he was talking to Ming Yuzhe, and he walked over one by one, unhurriedly drawing his sword out of its sheath.

In order to ensure safety, the animation festival has to go through security checks when entering the venue, and dangerous items are not allowed to be brought in.But Ling Qi's job is to study weapons. He knows both cold weapons and hot weapons, so he naturally knows how to get away with it.

The silver-white blade was unsheathed silently, there was a faint blue lightning flashing on the sword body, and the sound of the wind when it cut through the void was also extremely low, quiet and fierce, just like its owner.

Ling Qi had learned fighting, and Ming Yu had taught him swordsmanship, and he also learned it with a high degree of proficiency, even out of blue. The special sword is extremely lethal, and whenever it touches the blade, a cluster of lightning flashes.

But Ling Qi discovered that the people surrounding him were not robots.

It's a real human body, but I don't know what kind of manipulations and feet have been done. The muscles, bones, skin and flesh are quite tough, and the hardness is amazing. When you cut it with a sword, it seems to be cut on an alloy plate. There is a sound, and the blade buzzes. There was a sound, but those people only left a shallow gash without even blood.

Ling Qi stepped on the branches of a low ornamental tree and leaped into the air. His wide sleeves, one black and one white, fluttered in the air, making him look like a light and elegant crane, spreading its wings and soaring.

The moment he jumped high, the branches under his feet were smashed into pieces by a burst of saber light!

The emerald green branches and leaves rustled down, and the light of the knife continued to pick up, stabbing at the sole of Ling Qi's shoe.

Ling Qi stretched out his hand and grabbed the branch above his head and pulled it hard, using his strength to continue upwards, avoiding the light of the knife under his feet again, turned around in mid-air, supported the trunk with his palm, and slid to the other side.

His evasion skills were also full, he flew up and down lightly, and a group of people surrounded him but failed to hurt him.

Ling Qi hid, punched and observed, looking at the hollow red eyes of those people, he suddenly remembered the Yueyan handbook he had read.

Corpse puppetry.

This is something that Yueyan figured out by himself. It is said that the origin of the technique of driving corpses thousands of years ago has long been lost, and Yueyan has a unique talent in this area. There is a corpse puppet technique, refining dead corpses into humanoid weapons, which can be driven to do things without any energy power.

But this kind of technique is too immoral, Yueyan ruined the method after thinking about it, and no one taught it.

I don't know how his traitor learned it.

Ling Qi frowned, and his graceful figure swooped down from the branch suddenly. He swung his sword away from the oncoming weapon, turned around in the air, and the flashing sword whizzed all the way, stabbing obliquely into one of them. The back of the corpse puppet's neck pierced into the flesh.

The tip of the sword trembled slightly, and it couldn't get in after an inch of flesh, and it felt like something was stuck in it.

Ling Qiyang raised his hand, and the tip of the sword picked out something from the back of the corpse puppet's neck. With a squeak, he forced it out from the flesh, and brought out a string of shredded meat, but there was still no blood.

The black and red thing fell to the ground. At first glance, it looked like a spider. Its surprisingly slender claws squirmed a few times, and it didn't move until it was split in half by Ling Qi's sword.

And the corpse puppet whose foreign object was picked out from the back of the neck fell to the ground and twitched wildly for a while, then became silent. The corpse quickly rotted and melted, and in the blink of an eye, there was only a puddle of black flesh and corpse water left on the ground.

The seriousness between Ling Qi's brows and eyes relaxed a little, and with confidence in his heart, his hands moved a little faster. There was a flash of swords, lights, swords and thunder snakes, and soon there were only puddles of filthy corpses left on the ground.

All the corpse puppets turned into corpse water, Ling Qi took a breath, still holding the sword in his hand, pointing obliquely at the ground, walking around cautiously, trying to find a way out of here.

He had only entered the inner world in the game before, but he didn't expect that the person's power had accumulated to such an extent that he could even reproduce the real world.

He always felt that those other worlds in the game were all made by that person.Luckily, all the evil ghosts and foreign objects kept in the game world have been removed by Mingyu, otherwise there would be no big trouble in the real world.

But how to break this world?

Ling Qi stood in the world of red light, frowned again, and looked up at the big iron gate immersed in the darkness.

The black iron door should have been closed tightly like the real world, but when Ling Qi looked up, the iron door had already opened a crack, and it opened slowly and silently. The door was pitch black, and a thick black shadow slowly Slowly crawled out from the crack of the door.

Ling Qi clenched his sword tightly and took a few steps back.

On the other side, the big guys who had finished their lunch started to play around again.

In the Peach Blossom Forest, there was a little yellow song with a cheerful rhythm and ambiguous lyrics. Qu Nange, a few girls from the anime club, and big guys in women's clothing were dancing, hooking their hands and twisting their waists, sexy and enchanting.

Jian Donghua was broadcasting live, and the peach blossom-shaped camera was filming the scene, eating melon seeds and calling Qu Nange.

Ming Yuzhe, who can't sing or dance, sat beside him holding tea, watching them play with a smile.

After a dance, Qu Nange and the others went down, and Jian Donghua, Yan Yuqing and Lu Yu went up and continued dancing.

Ming Yuzhe declined the melon seeds offered by a fellow coser, bowed his head and was about to drink tea, when a peach petal fluttered down and fell into his cup.

The moment the petals touched the water surface, the ripples opened, the surroundings became quiet, all the sounds stopped abruptly, and the cloudy red and dark light shrouded the sky and overwhelming.

Before he raised his eyebrows, he raised his hand and threw the cup in his hand. The next second there was a soft bang, and the paper cup in mid-air was smashed by a strong wind. It was dyed red, and crashed to the ground.

"Hey, Yue Yan really raised me to restrain me. If Ming Jing is so trapped, no one will be able to trap you."

All the scenery was immersed in the deep red light, and a man in a cloak that covered his whole body suddenly appeared not far away, and he broke a peach blossom branch casually, with a click, it sounded like a broken branch bone.

Ming Yuzhe stood up, there was no wind in the world in the mirror, his ink-splashed long hair couldn't float a single strand, and it was hanging down quietly with his clothes and wide sleeves, like a painting when he was not moving.

He watched the cloaked man ponder for a moment, and then said softly: "Ye Mingsha."

The man in the cloak chuckled, and untied the tie of the cloak. The black cloak slipped off his body, and disappeared after falling to the ground, revealing a handsome face that should be both angry and happy. It's shaking in front of you, but I didn't expect you to still be able to see it."

Mingyu sincerely said that he didn't see it, but smelled it. Not everyone can have that smell of blood that is stronger than coriander.

Ye Mingsha shook the peach blossom branch in his hand, the red flower shadow flashed, and in the blink of an eye, it became a pair of scimitars with peach patterns. San, "Yueyan just raised you like a knife, and now that he's gone, why do you still follow his arrangement?"

"It's none of your business." Ming Yuzhe remained unmoved, took a few steps back to widen the distance, removed a white jade scroll from his waist, and drew a black dragon with two or three strokes on the scroll with the small brush in his hand, With a shake of his hand, the black flood dragon broke free from the scroll with a roar, and rushed towards Ye Mingsha.

"But you are going to kill me with this knife, so why is it none of my business?" Ye Mingsha still looked lazy and non-murderous, and there was even a bit of natural coquettishness in his tone, and he split it with the knife. He caught the black flood dragon rushing towards him, his figure passed through the scattered ink, and the scimitar swept across!

Ming Yuzhe didn't fight close to him, his sleeves fluttered and dodged, and the ink beasts in the scroll rushed out one after another, some directly rushed to Ye Mingsha, and some scattered around , disappeared in the blink of an eye.

"Are you looking for him?" Ye Mingsha smiled, his figure looming behind the blade light of the waning moon, and instantly moved from behind the blade light to in front of the blade light. , may not be known.”

With a chirp, the back of Mingyu's folded robe was split, he jumped forward, and slipped away from under the knife point like a fish, and with a flick of his hand, another black tiger jumped out.

The world in the mirror is almost exactly the same as the real world, but here, Ye Mingsha is the master.

No matter where Ming Yuzhe ran, he could catch up with a knife, and the continuous stream of ink and ink beasts failed to hold him back.

But he couldn't really catch up with Ming Yuzhe, this guy could run fast and slippery while hiding while drawing.

The light of the knife and the traces of ink moved from the peach blossom forest to other places bit by bit, heading north, and it was unclear whether Ye Mingsha deliberately led him there, or Ming Yuzhe ran north by himself, chasing and entangled all the way. Then we arrived at the North District, the campus of Xuanyuan Academy.

The Xuan Academy in the mirror world is extraordinarily gloomy, and the Seven Star Pagoda stands in the willow locust forest, dead silent and dull, more depressing than mass graves.

Ming Yuzhe and Ye Mingsha each stood on the top of a tower and took a breath. Ming Yuzhe was standing in a position where he could see the north gate. Looking at the closed north gate, he frowned slightly.

The author has something to say: streaking and posting.After writing this article, I will practice with peace of mind _(:з」∠)_