Weird Regulator

The rain was getting heavier and heavier, and it was impossible to see when it would stop.

Huang Banxian pinched his fingers with his right hand, muttered a few words, raised his head and glanced at the completely dark sky.

Fuck you!

His mental arithmetic was always bad. He cursed angrily, raised his legs and jumped out of the white archway.

His originally small eyes widened as he changed positions.

A naked, short figure appeared in his field of vision.

The appearance of Wujie Ghost Boy was hard to see clearly from a distance, but Huang Banxian clearly captured something in its hand.

That was Cheng Dali's human skin.

…

thump!

After a few seconds of weightless fall, Huang Banxian's face came into close contact with the ground.

Before the burning pain on his face hit him, the first thing he breathed into his lungs was the dust kicked up from the ground.

Cough cough cough...

Huang Banxian held up his arms in pain, sat up on the ground, and licked the right side of his face that was thrown.

He looked around blankly and found that he was already in another unfamiliar space.

Directly ahead is a deep and narrow passage, with a turning point about ten steps away.

The walls on the left and right sides formed a circular area, and he was in the center of the circle.

After Huang Banxian looked at it briefly, he got up from the ground and looked above his head.

There was no sound of wind or coolness there, just endless darkness, which made him feel like he was being stripped away from the world.

Huang Banxian lowered his gaze to the ground again and stamped his feet, kicking up more dust.

After a moment, he realized that he should have been transported into a sealed space.

And the area would be very large. He still remembered that when he first woke up, the echoes of his moans were still echoing around him.

Huang Banxian's eyes were full of solemnity, looking at the only passage in front of him, not in a hurry to move forward.

Before arriving at this strange place, he saw Wujie Ghost Boy waving to him.

Obviously his guess was correct. If he wanted to find the ring organization, he had to be branded by the ghost boy.

So this place now is either the territory of the ring organization, or it is the supernatural barrier set up by the ring organization.

Let's make peace with what we have come, but the most urgent thing now is: Clyde is not here.

Although the ground in front of him was covered with dust, there were no other footprints except his.

What kind of barrier is this...

Huang Banxian cursed and walked forward cautiously, always alert for any restless sounds around him.

The walls on both sides were made of stones, tightly fitted and cold to the touch.

He fumbled for a flashlight from his bag and turned it on to the highest setting, finally bringing some light to this dark area.

But maybe it's because it's been soaked in water for too long, or maybe it's the interference of the supernatural power here.

The light was not strong, as if there was a layer of thick fog blocking the light, but the illumination distance was not far enough.

Huang Banxian had already walked halfway through the passage. He used his left hand to illuminate, and his right hand held his fingers tightly against the cracks in the bricks. Some small gravels slipped off one after another.

He raised his hand to illuminate all the way up the wall. In his field of vision, the wall was directly connected to the end of darkness.

It's as if the walls here are built up to reach the sky.

Huang Banxian's heart sank slightly. These walls seemed real, but this space was obviously fake.

There would be such a terrifying and mysterious space in the Tianmingshan Cemetery. This was something that he, an old clerk at the Ninth Branch, had never imagined.

It was just ten steps, so he walked for a full minute because he was too cautious.

When Huang Banxian cautiously poked his head out, there was another circular area in front of the passage.

There is still nothing weird there, and the shape is exactly the same as when he fell.

It was only when he entered the circular area that he discovered that there were three forks in front of him.

left middle right.

Three identical passages.

What the hell is this place? The Circle has a supernatural maze?

Huang Banxian fell into deep thought. He couldn't understand the mystery, so he could only identify it from left to right.

The passage on the left was completely dark, and the flashlight couldn't shine far. In short, he couldn't see any traces of living people.

He shook his head hesitantly and came to the middle passage again. The situation here was still the same.

There was only the last right passage left, and he felt that there should be no surprises here.

But adhering to a cautious attitude, he still walked closer and made the necessary observations.

However, just as he arrived here, his eyes suddenly lit up, and he suddenly stuck his head in and took a deep breath.

In the passage on the right, there are no traces or footprints of any living people.

But there was a smell of tobacco in it!

Huang Banxian took a sip and quickly retreated, his heart began to suffer again.

Clyde is a non-smoker, so if the smoker here is a living person, who would it be?

There is a smell of tobacco now, but there are no footprints.

It can only mean that the smoking man may not have come to him yet, but he is not far away.

Now he couldn't tell whether the other party was a living person or a ghost.

Is the smell of tobacco just a smoke bomb from the ghost, inducing him to give up the left and center sides and take advantage of the human interdependence psychology?

Huang Banxian started to stop moving. It had been more than five minutes since he entered this maze, but his progress was almost zero.

At this time, he missed Clyde's face that was always warm and playful.

Although Huang Banxian is a well-known figure in the Ninth Branch, he is not good at making decisions.

On the contrary, although Clyde has a pure character, he dares to make up his mind and do things simply.

This can be seen from the white archway before.

Just hesitating like this, he had already wasted so much time, Huang Banxian suddenly felt a strange feeling in his heart.

A certain talisman in his bag gave off a faint fluorescence, and a hot feeling burned his thighs.

Huang Banxian's expression immediately changed. This was a warning sign. The glowing heat represented the presence of supernatural forces around him.

When he raised his head like this, he was shocked to find that there were only two passages left in front of him.

One left, one right.

There is a passage that disappears silently.

But the heat of the talisman in the bag still remained unabated, and the light was too bright as if it was about to burn.

The hair on Huang Banxian's back suddenly stood up, and he felt a strong force in the darkness behind him.

At this time, he had to choose even if he didn't want to.

In an instant, he rushed into the right passage without any care.

The lingering smell of tobacco still echoed inside, and it became clearer the further inside.

Huang Banxian's thighs were sore from the talisman in his pocket. He immediately took out a wad of paper money from his arms and threw it back without looking back.

There are a lot of these consumables, and they don't have much effect, but they can buy some time.

But before the stack of paper money hit the ground, he heard the crackling sound of burning.

His expression suddenly darkened, which showed that the ghost behind him was extremely powerful, even so much paper money was destroyed instantly as soon as it appeared.

Huang Banxian didn't dare to look back, he just ran forward while offering more talismans.

The road ahead in his field of vision flickered in the light of the flashlight.

The road came to an end, and more and more forks appeared, but Huang Banxian was now in a panic because the ghost was chasing him too closely.

After running through four or five forks in the road, he had long forgotten which way he came from.

All his thoughts were spent on using sinful objects to delay time, just as he was writing a new talisman with sweat on his face.

Pieces of yellow paper fell like snowflakes from directly in front of him, abruptly stopping his sprinting pace.

Huang Banxian stared at the paper money in front of him. He was very familiar with these yellow papers.

Exactly...

However, at this time, a hand stretched out from nowhere and strangled his neck.

The palm was cold and damp, but it had a strong smell of tobacco.

Stop making noise and come with me.

The voice of the owner of that hand was very cold, as if there was no emotion at all.

But this voice made Huang Banxian very familiar, but he couldn't remember it for a while.

Step by step, he was dragged into an even darker place by this hand holding his head.

For some reason, even though he just took a few steps back, he couldn't see the paper money falling in front of him, and the ghost he hadn't met yet didn't chase him.

Huang Banxian's chin was grabbed by that hand, making him feel very uncomfortable.

But in the process of retreating, he finally remembered who the voice was.

In joy and with a questioning attitude, he quietly asked:

Manager Ji, I didn't expect to be here...

Shh!

Huang Banxian didn't finish his words, he only felt the hand pressing his head move.

His head and cervical vertebrae were suddenly twisted with ten percent force.

The severe pain didn't have time to hit him, only the sound of his neck being completely broken echoed in his ears.

Huang Banxian's head, which was bent to an exaggerated angle, slowly fell into the dust as his body became weak.

Stepping over the corpse, a figure with long hair and black clothes came out of the corner.