Forces of Temptation

... Are you kidding me?

Forcing himself to shake off the ominous thoughts, Zhan Lai regained his footing, and before Nan Zhou smashed the only remaining window pane on the first floor, he deliberately recorded Nan Zhou's figure, and then climbed out of the mirror in a room, turned into entities.

He tiptoedly opened the door and closed it again.

He is quite familiar with this sneaking action.

But, where did Nanzhou and the others go?

After all the glass in the corridor on the third floor was shattered, the whole hotel was transparent and clear at a glance.

Where can he hide?

Zhan La is walking slowly with a steel knife in his hand, constantly switching perspectives, looking at each room, and is often affected by the law, forced to cut his perspective to the mirror fragments scattered among the tropical flowers and plants on the first floor.

After several consecutive switching mistakes, Zhan Le was impatient and wanted to curse.

And just when Zhan La's eyes were bloodshot and his body was full of hostility, a hand suddenly came from behind like a ghost, and touched his cold Adam's apple.

Zhan Lai froze on the spot, unable to move, the blood that had been cold for a long time rushed to his head and face.

He's been doing bio for a long time.

Zhan Lak does not feel that he is dead.

Therefore, when his life was threatened like this, as a ghost, he was so frightened that he couldn't make a sound.

Nan Zhou stood silently behind him, his slightly cold fingers brushed against the skin of his neck, making him shudder for no reason: "You are here."

After saying that, Zhan Le felt a sudden pain in his neck, and turned his head back at an incredible angle, facing Nan Zhou face to face with his back to Nan Zhou.

Nan Zhou was taller than him, but much slender.

He held Zhan Lak's distorted 180-degree cheek, raised his hand, and patted it lightly.

Zhan Lak was so frightened that he collapsed on the spot, and fled back to the mirror, panting heavily.

After Zhanla fled, Nan Zhou looked at Jiang Fang: "This is scary."

In Jiang Fang's eyes, it was his family's little paper man asking for praise.

He smiled and replied, "Very cute."

So, Nan Zhou thought to himself that he wasn't scary enough.

He shattered the fire-fighting glass, and while creating a new reflective medium and continuing to disperse Zhanla's power, he took out a dark red long-handled fire-fighting ax from it.

He lifted the handle upside down and dragged the tip of the axe to the ground.

Wherever it went, sawdust rolled up and the noise was overwhelming.

The sound of sharp tools cutting the floor spread through the zigzag-shaped corridor, making it even more terrifying and grueling.

Zhan La was hiding in the mirror of an unoccupied guest room, and heard Nan Zhou say in his dull and calm voice, "Mr. Shadow, where are you?"

"Sir, let's talk."

"Come out and find me."

"Or, I can come to you too."

Zhan La: "..." Where did the neuropathy come from? !

He touched the cold back of his neck, and there was still a weird feeling that the neck bone was completely broken.

After being attacked by this, Zhan Lak finally confirmed that the weakness and tingling pain on his body just now were not his own illusions.

He is indeed greatly weakened.

The current situation is completely embarrassing for Zhan Lak.

He couldn't get a bargain. For a person like him who is good at seeking advantages and avoiding disadvantages, of course he wants to leave this place of right and wrong immediately, and discuss the right and wrong next time he has a chance.

...Unfortunately, he couldn't leave.

The hotel is the central point of surrender and the origin of everything.

His roots are rooted in the center of the "hotel".

To put it simply, the current him has been trapped in this dangerous city by lowering his head.

And he, who was refined into a lower head, has no right to call on his master to let him take him away.

Before Zhan La could pull out a thread from the mess of thoughts, he heard a new voice in the corridor that made his back chill——

The spare keys of all guest rooms are placed at the front desk and kept by special personnel.

The front desk is now empty, so Nan Zhou got a large bunch of keys without hindrance.

He put a large brass key ring on his wrist and looped it leisurely.

wow-

wow-

The empty corridor was filled with the crisp sound of keys hitting each other, which was clear and pleasant to the ear, but in Zhan La's ears, it was a noise that made his hairs stand on end.

Not dying, Nan Zhou came to the second floor where he was hiding, and counted the correct keys in Room 201, which was three steps away from him.

...click.

Zhan La only felt that the key had been stabbed straight into his brain.

Nan Zhou knocked on the door politely: "Are you there? I'm coming in."

In the second after these gentle words, there was a crisp sound of knocking on the mirror in the bathroom, like a thunderbolt, which made Zhanla in the mirror tremble greatly.

Under the extreme uneasiness and panic, Zhan Le understood completely that this could not go on like this.

He came to kill.

Now there is still one person and one mouse fleeing outside. If you continue to delay, in case they find out where the lower head is...

Before coming, "Kun Songpa" emphasized to him through the jar that only success is allowed and failure is not allowed.

His life is completely controlled by "Kun Songpa", if he loses, he will never let him go!

Take it to heart!

He didn't believe it anymore, he was a dead person with nothing to worry about, how could he be scared to death by a living person in Nanzhou?

And just at the moment when he made up his mind, countless black flowing substances emerged from the fragments of the bathroom mirror that had just been smashed by Nanzhou and scattered all over the place, crawling out meanderingly, forming thick shadow tentacles, wriggling like snakes Then, crawl out.

Sure enough, both black-haired and silver-haired youths were in the corridor.

The black hair was lowering his head to open the door lock of the next guest room, while the silver hair was watching him with a smile.

...No one noticed himself.

The shadow tentacles concealed themselves in the shadows, and along the base of the wall, flowed downstream like a boa constrictor.

When Nan Zhou and the others entered room 202, Zhan La crouched at the door, ready to kill Nan Zhou.

Zhan Lai is extremely revengeful.

Nan Zhou broke his neck just now, so he has to reciprocate, and broke his neck the moment Nan Zhou came out!

Although it is not in line with his aesthetics not to torture people to death bit by bit, but now he doesn't care much about it.

Zhan La stood at the door, thinking about many plans and thinking about Nan Zhou's death.

It wasn't until time passed that he realized something was wrong.

... Nan Zhou and Jiang Fang stayed inside and did not come out.

There was no sound of shattering mirrors in the room.

The door of room 202 was darkly open, with no lights and no light, like a bottomless abyss.

Looking at the darkness, Zhanla broke out in a cold sweat.

where did they go

Are they still in there?

Or, is that black-haired young man also quietly watching him from the other side of the door?

Zhan Lak froze by the door.

He carefully separated part of his spirit, and transferred it to the reflection medium of 202, wanting to see what was going on inside.

Who would have thought that the moment he appeared on the mirror in the bathroom, he saw the silver-haired Jiang Fang standing in front of the mirror with a smile on his face, as if he knew he would come.

After being frightened by this, Zhan Lai didn't dare to stay any longer, and drew back quickly——

Just as he was walking backwards away from the room, a terrifying scene appeared.

A slender white hand stretched out from 202, and grasped the door frame tightly.

Nan Zhou Youyou poked his head out from the door, his dark eyes were still beautiful, and he fixedly looked at him.

But in Zhan La's eyes, it was like seeing a ghost.

Zhan Le thought that his whereabouts were unnoticed, but Nan Zhou, who was always very keen, had already noticed the movement of shadows in the corner.

He poked his head out from the room, and softly said to the shadow tentacles who had retreated three or four steps away: "I caught you."

In the face of great fear, Zhan Le did not choose to shrink back.

On the contrary, his violence rose in an instant!

Scared of an egg!

If you can't be caught by surprise, then come hard!

This place should be his territory, his home field, killing him is not easy!

While the mind was in a hurry, a large amount of black mist gushed out of the thousands of shattered glass fragments, twisted into knots like vines, climbed all the way up, and flocked to the second floor.

kill him!

At this moment, Zhan La had only one thought in his mind.

kill him! !

A large number of shadow tentacles rushed forward, completely submerging Nanzhou.

Even the side of the dagger in Nan Zhou's hand that could reflect shadows continuously precipitated black matter, wrapping around his wrist like a little snake.

Zhan Le used shadow tentacles to build himself a pitch-black body that was close to his true self, and stood not far away, waiting to witness Nan Zhou's tragic appearance with his own eyes.

He imagined how Nanzhou would be torn into pieces, and he was overjoyed.

But this kind of joyful imagination, followed by a large group of shadow tentacles flying out limply, collapsing in mid-air, and then disappeared in smoke.

At the same time, Zhanle, who had almost exhausted all his strength, felt an unprecedented and real tingling pain from his body.

A small short dagger was used by him to the extent that he could hardly blink an eye.

With the white light flickering, he cut a piece of shadow with the dagger.

Shadow splash.

Another tentacle wanted to take away his weapon, but after he nailed it to the wall with his backhand, he quickly exchanged the dagger to the other hand, strangling the large shadow tentacles like cutting fruit!

Zhanle was in unbearable pain and fell limp on the ground.

Every shadow, body is him.

His abilities were abused to the limit by himself.

Now, every bit of pain from the shadow clone will be transmitted to him faithfully.

Zhanle was so weak that he couldn't even teleport himself back into the mirror.

Zhan Le struggled to move his body, intending to touch a mirror before Nan Zhou ended the battle.

Even a single lens is fine.

He had never been so eager to hide, to hide in the shadows, like a maggot.

Zhanla writhed on the ground like a worm, and crawled towards room 201 amidst the severe pain of the skin being cut inch by inch.

Just a little...

Just a little bit...

However, just as he was about to climb into room 201, a hand gently grabbed his ankle from behind, stopping his movement.

Zhan Lai felt cold all over his body, with a blank face, he looked back——

Nan Zhou tilted his head and said calmly, "Sir, how are you?"

……

Nan Jixing fled in the deserted streets and alleys at an extremely fast speed, almost leaving afterimages when his paws touched the ground.

As it fled, it looked around alertly.

In one side of the window, a "Southern Star" suddenly opened its mouth, biting at the throat of Nanjixing.

It ignored it, turned around 90 degrees, and quickly turned into the next street.

It cannot be stopped.

Behind it was a black sea of ​​rats.

Countless rats rolled and screamed, like a man-eating frenzy in the deserted streets.

Any living thing that falls into it will be devoured.

Squeak - squeak -

The scream of the sugar glider resounded mournfully in the silent midnight street.

Under a weird blood moon, Nanjixing rushed onto the empty overpass.

It jumped onto the rust-covered railing and looked down at a city that was too big for it.

Since it accepted the mission of Nanzhou, its running and searching were not groundless.

Nanjixing has excellent hearing ability.

It can hear that besides the uninterrupted chasing and killing sounds, there is another sound that exists in this sealed space.

So, here it comes.

Nanjixing raised a pair of furry ears high, and turned around like an antenna, looking for a signal.

……coming.

Coming.

However, what arrived one step earlier was a life-threatening crisis.

As soon as Nanjixing stopped, Shuhai immediately approached it.

A few leading "Nanji Stars" grinned open their mouths, showing their sharp teeth, without stopping for a moment, they took the lead and rushed towards the Anji Star!

The South Pole star did not evade.

In other words, it didn't intend to escape at all.

With the moon as the background, Nanjixing's head suddenly became bigger, and it opened its bloody mouth towards the sea of ​​sugar gliders rushing towards it.

……welcome.

Countless mouse shadows couldn't stop the car, and rushed straight into its mouth, triggering the death condition on the spot, and disappeared in smoke.

In a blink of an eye, seventy or eighty sugar gliders were buried in its mouth.

The other sugar gliders obviously didn't have such abilities, and they were a little dumbfounded for a moment.

The instinct of living things to fear death makes them hesitate to move forward.

At this moment of hesitation, the source of the voice that Nanjixing was waiting for finally approached the bridge.

——A large truck full of garbage is galloping at high speed in the night.

It is the only object in a state of abnormal motion in this closed and silent head-down coverage area.

The speed is 100 mph.

The sugar gliders behind them are all waiting for a chance to kill the Antarctic Star.

It must jump onto the vehicle while the vehicle is moving.

As long as you miss it, you will fall into a situation beyond redemption.

South Pole is a little nervous.

Its four little claws rubbed against the side of the guardrail alternately, making a soft rustling sound, scratching the dark red copper rust.

When the dazzling headlights approached the flyover, Nanjixing saw the timing and jumped off!

And a duplicated "Nanjixing" jumped up almost at the same moment, and bit the head of Nanjixing!

It's a pity that it came to nothing.

Nanjixing still jumped a little.

Fortunately, it opened its wings in time, completed a small gliding, and rolled onto the car.

It was not very lucky, because of inertia, it bumped into a hard cardboard box, and fainted for several seconds on the spot.

It lay on another bag of soft garbage and slowed down for a long time.

When it finally breathed a sigh of relief, the garbage truck crossed the next overpass.

It shook its fluff and got ready to investigate the situation.

However, when it just stood firmly on a bag of garbage, it suddenly felt a gust of wind behind it.

That speed was too fast, Nanjixing didn't have time to dodge, only had time to turn half of his small head, and saw a human foot coming round.

It didn't even have time to chirp, and it was stepped into the crack of the soft garbage bag with a puchi.

Nanjixing: "..."

It was Shao Mingzhe who jumped off the next bridge.

He turned around and saw seventeen or eight "Shao Mingzhe" standing on the edge of the bridge, staring at him with resentment.

Shao Mingzhe's hat and wig had long since been lost during the long chase.

His original heavy clothes were also torn apart in the uninterrupted pursuit. The lower half of his body was still intact, but his upper body was simply torn naked, revealing his lean and beautiful muscles.

Only his mask stubbornly covered most of his face.

With his beautiful blonde hair, he flew backwards with the wind on the truck driving at high speed.

He didn't notice the existence of the South Pole Star at all, and flexibly jumped onto the roof of the truck's front compartment without any fear, grasped the reflector on the side of the driver's seat with one hand, leaned down, and looked into the cab.

Among the fluttering blond hair, he could clearly see the driver's face.

The driver rolled his eyes, like a puppet, being controlled to mechanically circle around the city.

Shao Mingzhe had noticed this car a long time ago, but the speed of 100 miles was too fast, causing him to miss two opportunities.

He chased for a long time, but fortunately he caught up.

On the driver's and co-pilot's seats, there are two jars.

This is different from the yellow mud jars thrown to the bottom of the sea earlier.

The two new jars were engraved with dense black runes with a disgusting density.

Shao Mingzhe seldom participated in the discussions between Nan Zhou and Jiang Fang on the issue of lowering their heads, but his ears were still useful.

He turned over and entered from the cab, stepped on the driver's thigh, rolled over to the side of the passenger seat, bent down and picked up one of the jars, studied it for a while, picked up the small metal pendant hanging on the car, and placed it on the side of the spell pattern. Two slashes were made, physically destroying the structure of the spell.

One thing was over, and when he was about to hug another jar, suddenly, a small animal flew into the window, swung its claws, and smashed the head-bending charm on the jar in his hand.

When his eyes fell on Nan Jixing who suddenly broke into the car, Shao Mingzhe's expression changed suddenly.

For the first time, there was obvious to excessive emotion in his eyes.

"you--"

Coincidentally, the lower head that Nanjixing destroyed belonged to the driver of the garbage truck.

As soon as the driver lowered his head, his body went limp and he lost consciousness.

The high-speed car lost control and began to dance left and right on the road.

Shao Mingzhe didn't care about this, he raised his hand, and wanted to catch the South Pole Star, who would have thought that when he touched the steering wheel, the car suddenly lost control to the left, the tires made a strange squeaking noise, and slammed into the tree beside the road!

Shao Mingzhe pushed the driver away and slammed on the brakes.

In a previous game mission, he was taught how to drive.

The moment before the vehicle was about to overturn, it finally came to a dangerous stop facing a towering ancient tree.

Unsurprisingly.

But when Shao Mingzhe turned his head and looked at the passenger seat again, he could no longer see the little sugar glider just now.

He quickly got out of the car and looked around in the night, but it was still difficult to find him.

Distraught, Shao Mingzhe tore off the mask that partially blocked his sight, and searched more carefully.

Due to the excessive force, the cotton thread of the mask that was tied to his ears also split.

——His face is exactly the same as the triangular golden pattern on Nan Jixing's forehead, golden beard, including the direction of the fine golden pattern on his torso.

With a dazed face on his face, Shao Mingzhe clenched his fists while lowering his brows in deep thought amidst the lingering exhaust of the vehicle.

He knew that he had been looking for such a little flying squirrel.

...Where did you go?