midnight ten

The prey can still fly, which is an insult to his fighting power.

Even if there is no audience around, even if only God knows, Guest.013 can't pass the test in his heart.

All the passers-by in the castle can live, but this person must die.

That guy ran very fast, and Guest.013 tried his best to chase him, but he could only keep the distance between the two sides at a few meters.

Guest.013 listened to the whistling sound of air passing by his ears, and activated the "vacuum field".

In fact, he doesn't really appreciate this ability of his own, because the efficiency is too low, so when making a sneak attack, he prefers to use pure force, which is efficient in a short time.

But now, he was very happy to use his ability to slowly appreciate the whole process of the other party's death.

A vacuum descends.

The opponent's running speed has not slowed down, but if you look closely, you will find that his body posture is slightly different from before.

That is the change caused by holding your breath.

Guest.013's previous annoyance about losing his prey quietly subsided.

The other party couldn't get rid of him, and couldn't even widen the distance between them, so the ending could only be to escape, and to escape, they were suffocated in his vacuum field.

Even getting started is saved, Guest.013 likes this ending.

However, the opponent held his breath for quite a long time, and he fled all the way from the corridor on the sixth floor to the corridor on the fifth floor.

Guest.013 was able to chase after him with ease, and he was not even in such a hurry.

Just when he thought that the other party would die in this way while escaping, the bandaged young man suddenly turned around and entered a certain room.

Guest.013 was stunned for a moment, not understanding what kind of tactic this kind of initiative is to throw into a dead end. After all, apart from [Shengmen], there is no window that can be opened again.

But in the next second, Guest.013 realized, isn't this the room where he first entered the checkpoint?Not only did I take a hot bath in it, but I also went back once and changed back to my original clothes.

Could it be that [Shengmen] is in this room?

Guest.013 made random guesses like this, and rushed into the room.

It wasn't the bandaged youth who greeted him.

It was nineteen passers-by including the bandaged youth.

The room was full, and everyone had a friendly smile on their faces.

"boom--"

The door was slammed shut behind Guest.013.

The vacuum field has been lifted and everyone can hear the sound.

Guest.013 stood in the middle of the room, looking around at the sea of ​​people, feeling that he might, probably, be lured into the enemy.

Soon, these passers-by gave him the answer bluntly——

Cong Yue: "Ah Xu, well done!"

Zheng Luozhu: "You kid can do it, but I'm afraid you won't know how to act, and you're showing off."

Skeleton Bride: "Hey, this is your own team member, can you give them more trust, how difficult can it be to play a 'shivering, running away'?"

Guest.013: "..."

The generous footsteps, the sharp palms for self-rescue, the short knife for stealthy sneak attack, the false escape of forceful escape... Do you have any misunderstanding about trembling?

"Okay, hurry up." Tang Lin's voice was very soft, but the room quickly quieted down.

People no longer talk about what they have and what they don't.

There was only the rising and falling breath in the air.

All eyes are on Guest.013.

Those sights are familiar yet unfamiliar.

The familiar part is vigilance, apprehension, and the fear that tries to hide but still leaks.

It's the first time I've seen the unfamiliar part, Guest.013, like some kind of determination to go all out, and like some kind of anticipation of an unknown future.

Guest.013 is very puzzling and funny: "Do you think that you have a lot of people and have confidence? Or have you formulated some tactics that you think are amazing?"

"I think it's necessary to remind you," the man pushed his glasses. He was polite and arrogant, "at the beginning of the checkpoint, the number of you was twice as many as you are now. What's the result, you need me Help you remember?"

The passers-by looked at him without being provoked, and no one answered.

Only Tang Lin opened his mouth, but he said to Leon and He Lu behind Guest.013: "Keep the door and don't let him escape."

Leon nodded.

He Lu said, "Don't worry."

Guest.013 is happy.Afraid he would run away?He was afraid that these guys would run away.It was hard to catch so many people at one time, and I would be sorry for the money I paid if I didn't have a good game.

His eyes quickly swept over everyone, not judging people by face, not judging strength by body shape, but only by clothes.He needs to clearly confirm the "degree of soiling" of each piece of clothing, so that when he has to "intimate contact" later, he will be mentally prepared early.

Silence spread in the siege and confrontation, making the already crowded room even more depressing and stuffy.

Guest.013 finished two rounds of scanning, and even knew which button was missing on his clothes, but he didn't wait for the passers-by to attack.

What are they waiting for?

Guest.013 narrowed his eyes slightly, doubts appearing in his heart.

All the passers-by remained motionless, without saying a word, just idly surrounding Guest.013, each of them looked like a watcher's stone.

Guest.013's patience was exhausted little by little under this weird group gaze.

If the enemy doesn't move, I don't move, that's an excuse for the weak to make for themselves.

Guest.013 no longer played this stupid confrontation with them, the cold murderous intent flashed in his eyes, and the vacuum field was activated immediately.

The passers-by around reacted instantly and held their breaths, their slightly changed expressions revealing their discomfort.

Guest.013 can still breathe freely in the vacuum field.

After activating the ability, he rushed towards a certain direction that he had locked on for a long time.

That direction is the downhill tiger that rises step by step.

Guest.013 didn't recognize this handsome passer-by, but could easily see the fear in his eyes.If you rank the "fear value" of the 19 people present, this person is at the bottom.

When playing games, it is a general principle to solve the weak and boring ones first, and leave the strong and interesting ones for the last.

Xiashanhu saw the man in the bathrobe rushing towards him first, and without hesitation, he was so sad that he wanted to cry.

But in the vacuum realm, I couldn't cry even when I cried, so I could only stagger back, and at the same time quickly searched for the blocked stationery tree in my heart, brain, and spiritual power.

[Like Glue Like Paint], [Like Glue Like Paint II], [Glue Man]... If you don't come out, I'll die!

The stationery tree didn't come, but when Guest.013 came to him, three figures rushed from the side, knocking Guest.013 away.

It is Edogawa, Buddhist pattern, skeleton bride.

Unable to shout in a vacuum, Xia Shanhu could only stare at the three partners with tears in his eyes.

Each of the three partners gave him a smack on the head, and their eyes widened with anger.

Edogawa——You can't hide? !

The Skeleton Bride - Can you do any more? !

Buddha pattern - if you dare to cry, you will be expelled.

Downhill Tiger: "..."

Husheng is too difficult!

The knocked away Guest.013 did not fall to the ground, but fell into the arms of a stalwart.

The donut monk didn't expect the other party to take the initiative to come to the door, and immediately surrounded him with iron arms, and at the same time threw his naked head back.

Guest.013's breath stagnates.

Is this going to hit him directly with his head as a weapon?

Being hugged so unbearably tightly is already the bottom line of Guest.013's patience. The other party dares to use the primitive, rude, brutal and dirty trick of "head bumping". He will definitely let...

Uh?

A trace of confusion flashed behind the lens of Guest.013.

The bald head that was leaning back did not bump into it, so it maintained the posture of leaning back and did not move.

And the bald head closed his eyes, as if meditating on the sky.

Guest.013: "..."

What kind of combat method is this?Mindful prayer?

The monk with his eyes closed is wandering in the desert of thoughts.

That oasis-like stationery tree, where are you?Where?Can you hear my call--

I don't know if the stationery tree heard it, but Guest.013 couldn't take it anymore.

He kicked hard, easily kicked the bald head away, and regained his freedom.

The bald head was kicked to the ground and struggled for a long time without getting up.

In fact, the opponent could still try to struggle, which already surprised Guest.013. His kick was intended for a serious injury. If his body's ability to resist blows is weak, he might die directly.

Since you can't die with one kick, then make another kick.

Guest.013 stepped forward in three steps and two steps, and was about to raise his legs again when suddenly there was a huge pressure from behind.

He didn't hold back, and fell directly to the ground.

This impact is definitely not alone.

Guest.013 instinctively turned back the moment he fell to the ground.

There were at least four people pressing on his back, and there were still people jumping up one after another, like arhats stacked on top of each other.

Guest.013's face darkened terribly under the ever-increasing pressure.

What made him angry was not these passers-by, but his inefficient ability.If he had the full-body sharpness of 014, the battle would have ended early!

But ability is innate, and the direction of each person's ability is settled at the moment of birth, and he has no choice.

The rising rage made the continuation of the vacuum domain more stable and long-lasting, and also caused the body of Guest.013 to explode with great strength.

When the passers-by were pushed to the limit by the continuous suffocation, Guest.013 stood up suddenly and overturned all the people behind him.

The passers-by fell to the ground, and their faces became more and more ugly. Their chests and lungs were so tight that they were about to explode, and the last bit of oxygen in their body cells was about to be exhausted.

Guest.013 concentrated and injected the last power into the vacuum field.

This is enough.

Although it is not as direct and efficient as the sharpness of the whole body, it is also beyond the reach of the sharpness of the whole body.

Feeling contemptuous, Guest.013 looked around the audience indifferently.

In a few seconds, no one survived.

Tang Lin, who had been keeping an eye on the dynamics of the battlefield on the periphery, no longer hesitated and launched a surprise attack.

Before the smile on the corner of Guest.013's mouth could subside, he realized that someone had come to seek death, and he still used such a non-creative tactic as fists.

He quickly retreated and easily opened a safe distance.

The attacking fist hit the air.

The corner of Guest.013's mouth raised higher, but froze in the next second.

In that fist, it seemed to be holding a bottle of ink, and the ink bottle... had no cap.

In the silent world, a puddle of black and blue ink splashed gracefully in the air, and finally landed on Guest.013.

Wet his hair, his cheeks, his suit.

Guest.013 froze in place, petrified.

The vacuum field disappears.

Sound and oxygen return to the earth.

The passers-by seemed to have just climbed up from hell, breathing heavily.

Tang Lin is the same, but still in the gap of breathing, he seized the time to ask: "Who's stationery tree has awakened?"

The author has something to say: Little 13 who was splashed with ink: I am dead.