I am invincible after I can read the file

Ji Bai's hair was dyed with a bunch of yellow bangs in front of his forehead. It was originally a particularly bright wheat yellow, but now it has become a dull yellowish yellow.

His mood was the same color as his bangs, and he felt that his whole life was yellow.

——It’s a good thing I didn’t dye this thing green before.

Faxiao called his uncle to insinuate and asked if there were any "skilled people" in Yushi. Uncle knew the situation of his small group and didn't suspect anything. It's just that the situation is different now. I told him not to be a fool. It's very likely. What will really happen... Then he said: "If you are in danger, it may be useful to go to Jiang Huai-but you were beaten by him before, right?"

Fa Xiao: "!!!?"

The dispute between "children" can reach the ears of adults, of course, because the matter is relatively big, otherwise it will be handled by this group of second generations who have not yet passed puberty, and a word will not be leaked, which is embarrassing.

——Because it wasn't just that he was beaten by one rubbing yellow, it was Jianghuai who was beaten by more than one dozen.

Who here has not been beaten by him?

Fa Xiao's eyes fell on the team members, Xiaoya didn't, but she was already a little unconscious, her eyes were so dead that it made one's heart palpitate, and then... Ji Bai! ?

By the way, you are Jianghuai's cousin, why can you avoid him?

The salted fish Ji Bai was taken away to make a phone call, and then had to go downstairs to pick up someone, but Jiang Huai said on the phone: "No, I'll come up quickly."

When Jiang Huai knocked on the door, some people in the presidential suite were shocked.

In the end, it was Ji Bai who opened the door, and Fa Xiao accompanied him——

When he opened the door, Ji Bai was taken aback for a moment, feeling a sense of "children grow up so fast" for no reason.

Jiang Huai is six years younger than him, and is almost as tall as him. His brows are very heroic, and his eyes are clear. It may be that his face has a natural advantage. Even without any expression, it looks like a smile at first glance, which makes people arouse for no reason. Closeness.

He was dressed neatly in an ancient costume, and the light shone on the bow, giving the weapon a rustic color - Ji Bo suspected that it would hurt him if he hit his head with it.

Jiang Huai nodded towards him, but Ji Bai quickly moved away without greeting, and said, "The accident happened to Li Mingya, she is inside now, I will take you there."

Fa Xiao, who didn't have time to say anything from the beginning to the end, silently followed behind, lowered his head and took out his phone: [Is he really capable or is he cosplaying?Is it for the atmosphere to dress like this? ]

Is it possible that a bow can kill ghosts?

In the bedroom, the warm air was blowing, and the air conditioner was turned on quite high, which made me drink water all the time, but my body was still cold.

I don't know who said something cheap, "If anyone leaves, he doesn't care about Xiaoya", so even though their lips turned white, a group of people were still holding on.

When the three of Jianghuai came over, they couldn't help but feel relieved, and then looked at Jianghuai with a slightly suspicious expression.

Can you imagine that guy who was so fearless and kicked you into the lake suddenly became a kind and kind person?This is how they feel now: the little bastard who didn't change his face back then became a good monk, shaved his head and became a monk.

But now he needed his help, so a few people winked, no one spoke, no one greeted, at most they turned their faces away, and some with stiff faces wanted to sneer, and sneezed with their mouths open.

Jiang Huai glanced at the situation in the room and rubbed his ears.

Then he took out an arrow that was red as iron, and put it on the bowstring.

What is this for?

...What kind of prayer ceremony?

Then Jiang Huai drew his bow——

Only then did the others realize that something was wrong. The young man pointed by the arrow stood up with an ugly expression on his face: "Why are you—"

Just a little bit of arc, Jianghuai loosened the string.

In less than two seconds, the arrow could almost break through the end of the opponent's words—but the opponent fell to the side in embarrassment, trying to avoid the attack, but the blow hit something else.

A figure in front of him appeared.

It was just a faint phantom, his expression distorted for a moment, the whole phantom seemed to be ignited, it quickly turned red, and then turned into light golden particles, dissipating in no time.

The coolness in the air lightened.

Ji Bai and the two standing in the direction of Jianghuai felt a biting cold——

What came around?

What did you just see?

Fa Xiao bluntly turned his head to look for Ji Bo, only to find that he was staring blankly at his cousin, Jiang Huai strung the string again, drew the bow, and let go, this time it was a silver arrow.

The arrow has already been shot, and he will not turn back. His upper body is slightly tilted, so a little silver light lights up three clusters of light beams in the air, and shoots through the double-thick floor-to-ceiling windows, disappearing suddenly.

"Tsk," Jiang Huai said, "the glass is on your account."

The cool wind from outside the window came in and exchanged the air in the room, but they felt warmer for no reason, as if following the two arrows, the heaviness in their hearts disappeared.

Send a small poke to Ji Bai: "Did you see..."

Ji Bo: "...Hmm!"

"I didn't take the picture!" Fa Xiao secretly hated, muttering in a low voice, "If I did -"

Being interrupted by him like this, Ji Bai's surprise disappeared, and he hit him casually: "You dare to post it?"

Fa Xiao shut up, and the yellow hair on the top of his head became even more wilted.

The atmosphere was a bit embarrassing, everyone's panic was blocked by Jiang Huai's agile movements, and for a while, I didn't know whether it was better to be afraid of ghosts, or Jiang Huai who was afraid of killing ghosts without blinking an eye——

But Jianghuai caught the third arrow, which was red!Their hearts were raised again, what's going on, is there any more?

At this moment, the few people were not in the mood to think about any embarrassing questions, they squeezed behind Jiang Huai arm in arm, and Jiang Huai stepped in front of Li Mingya in a few steps.

He hooked the arrow with one hand, raised the arc of the bowstring slightly but did not let go, and the golden bird feathers hung down, shaking slightly.

He said, "Why are you staring at her?"

……

Jiang Huai received a new task when he entered the door.

[You get a random mission: Death of a radio show]

[Mission description: No matter how hard the host works, he can't turn the tide. Even the ghost employees have turned into distorted monsters. How can they do a good job in the show?The radio show is dead, how about cleaning up the old workplace and finding a new one?Please introduce him to a suitable job. 】

[Task Reward: Blue Skill x1]

Then he walked a few steps into the door and saw——

Countless ghosts with different methods of death swelled and distorted, like melted fat, and wanted to knead into a strange shadow. They hovered quietly in the room, and other people shared the same room with them without knowing it. .

When Jiang Huai approached, one of his eyes moved to the back of his three-basketball-sized head and glanced at Jiang Huai, while the other eye stared at Li Mingya in the middle, but they didn't move.

Because next to Li Mingya, there was a middle-aged man who was sitting on a chair. At first glance, he was no different from a living person, and he was talking. He had the handwriting of lv7 on his head, and his blood was only a small half:

"...she turned into a fox at the wedding, and then, her husband couldn't maintain his figure, and revealed his ghost's real body, and the fox and the ghost looked at each other..."

Jianghuai: "..."

Kind of want to finish hearing this story.

The voice of the middle-aged man was somewhat familiar. He remembered hearing it in Master Ge's car.

But the voice of the other party trembled, and the ghosts around suddenly took a step closer, silent and more oppressive, so Jiang Huai's arrow hit the bowstring——

These seemingly weird ghosts were insane and not difficult to deal with, only one of them ran away.

After he asked aloud, the middle-aged man who kept the ghosts from approaching by telling stories let out a long sigh of relief, his movements and demeanor became more like a living person, and he even wanted to wipe off his sweat.

...God knows, ghosts don't sweat at all.

Seeing that he was panting all the time and had no time to reply, Jiang Huai frowned, and drew a spacer (imagined now) in the void, so that the ghost couldn't get close to other people for the time being, and couldn't leave within five hours, so he decided to hunt it down first. The monster that got away in question.

He turned his head: "...Huh?"

A group of people dispersed awkwardly.

Only Ji Bo, who was squeezed into the middle by them, said, "... am I blocking the way?"

Jianghuai: "..."

He sighed: "send her to the hospital."

He bypassed a few people, ran following the Yin Qi he saw, and soon noticed that Yin Qi disappeared behind a door at the end of this floor.

He twisted the handle and the door swung open.

Jiang Huai saw that there was a long corridor in the back, but he didn't turn on the light. The moment he opened the door, he could follow the light that penetrated here, and saw the oil painting on the wall on the right, and the left was in shadow, so he couldn't see clearly for the time being.

Why is there such a place in a hotel?

Jiang Huai pushed the door open and entered.

What he didn't know was that a few minutes later, Ji Bai called him, but no one answered.

This cheap cousin walked around the corridor, clearly standing in front of this door, but didn't see anything, he wondered: "Are you on the way, leaving so soon?"

Just now, when the army was in chaos, they called 120. When some people wanted to thank them, they found that Jianghuai had disappeared.

... There is no light in front of Jianghuai.

He blinked, a little puzzled.

"After my spirituality has improved, I can clearly see night vision." He felt strange just now, "Why can't I see what is on the wall on the left?"

No one was there anyway, so he took out the flashlight from [Package].

There is no light.

Jianghuai took out the searchlight again.

Still no light.

He stood in place and touched his mobile phone. Sure enough, he still couldn't see anything, but at this time, he was still able to think rationally:

"If all my props are broken at the same time, I should be blind," but that's not right. "Even blind people can perceive light, because light has heat. Normally..."

What are you talking about?

Jiang Huai frowned, turned 180 degrees on the spot, and walked forward in the dark, but his steps were very steady. He counted his steps...

one two Three……

He took the doorknob and turned it slightly—

[Do you want to enter the copy of "RPG: Promenade"?whether】

[You have archived. 】

[Save point: corridor.Every time you enter the corridor, your archive progress will be updated; after death, you will automatically load the archive,]

The voice of the system seems to be telling Jianghuai: You have entered a copy that can be exited, you have saved it, and you are invincible.

—Are you still leaving?

Jiang Huai was silent for a long time: "So... those 'things' came out of the copy?"

He let go of the handle.

Considering the accident of entering the dungeon, Jiang Huai had arranged it before, even if he didn't show up for a week, there would be no problem.

He chose yes.

[Copy loading...]

【Loading successfully】

Nothing happened.

There was still darkness in front of him, Jiang Huai stretched out his hand, and poked forward——

The door disappeared.

【You are the head of the Youchi faction, Jiang Huai, the hope of the spirit master lineage, the inheritor and the pioneer. 】

Jianghuai: "..."

Well, as usual.

[When chasing ghosts, you took the initiative to enter the field, and when you walked here, you seemed to realize something. 】

[No matter how hard you try, there will be no light here——]

【as well as. 】

【run ahead. 】

Are "Lightless" and "Run Forward" the dungeon hints for this time?

Jiang Huai remembers that when he was in Guyun High School, he was first prompted that "he has already produced a nucleus and can be called the king of ghosts" "but he has not completely controlled the field yet".

It's a hint that I didn't understand at all at first, but it is indeed a valuable hint later.

Since he couldn't make out the light, he was required to act in the dark.

It's not too difficult, his hearing and sense of smell are not restricted, "I wonder if it can be cracked violently from within the domain?"

It shouldn't work from the outside, because it can't be found.

He opened his bow and shot an arrow straight ahead——

[You are dead, the file has been automatically loaded]

Jianghuai: "..."

Just now, the hint that seemed to be fleeting was... a rebound?

His attack bounced back to himself and dropped him instantly.

Cough cough, yes, at least one more condition has been tried.

Jiang Huai retracted his bow, took out his hard-working crowbar, and knocked on the floor.

very quiet.

It is said that a small number of blind people can rely on the echo from the ground when the guide stick hits the ground, use the sound waves to locate, and imagine a picture in their minds.

Jiang Huai is untrained, of course he can't do this, but his hearing is better than most people's. In such a small space, it is not difficult to determine the size of the space and his own direction vaguely by the sound.

This promenade does not seem to be long, only seven or eight meters, and there is a faint musty smell in the air.

Jiang Huai knocked on the wall with a crowbar, and after a while, there was a crisp echo.

It hit the edge of the frame.

He thought back to the picture frame he saw before... It seems to be a Western oil painting?But at that moment, I didn't see the specific content clearly.

The crowbar wasn't accurate, so he replaced it with his own.

There is a layer of light gray on the frame, and the texture of the oil painting feels like silk. Jiang Huai touched it upwards and opened his eyes wide——

Before that, he was sure that he was the only one in the corridor, but at some point, there was a sound of breathing in the room.

He touched the slightly prickly beard, the human skin was cold and smooth, Jiang Huai thought in a trance that he was not touching the drawing paper, but the face of a dead body.

The dead body was face to face, pouring out its cold breath on him.

The strange gentleman spoke suddenly, but he didn't complain about Jianghuai's face-touching behavior, but:

"What do you think of my marriage with Triss?"

The author has something to say: Huai Huai: Why do I, a single dog, do emotional mediation work?

——A random story about Jiang Huai and his stepmother Mu Ning.

When Jiang Huai was 13 years old, he moved to Beijing. There were only 3 people left in the family, Jiang Huai, Mu Ning, and his younger sister who was just born.

Because of the class he got along with, he got to know people in Ji Bai's circle, and he couldn't help but hear malicious rumors about their family relationship.

So he quietly looked for an opportunity to gather the cheap-talking guys together, and then beat everyone up to the accompaniment of their begging for heaven and earth. When he saw Mu Ning after returning home, he felt a little guilty and said: "I got into a fight and they spoke so badly that I beat them all up."

Mu Ning: "Then you lost?"

Huai Huai: "No... (repeat) I beat them all up!"

Mu Ning: "Fast approval!"

--after that

Munning: "Why don't you celebrate? To celebrate your victory in the fight, let's go skiing!"

Huaihuai: "There is class tomorrow..."

Mu Ning: "What about the weekend?"

Huai Huai: "...No."

So went skiing for the weekend.

——Later, other people were angry and embarrassed when they thought about what they did (and the beatings they received) when they were young, but Jiang Huai only remembered that they went skiing.