Weird Regulator

The meaning of time and space has disappeared in this supernatural realm.

With a pale face, Clay held onto the stone wall with his hands, feeling the coldness on it, lowering his head and breathing heavily.

Tick tock...tick tock...

The corners of his clothes that were soaked by the rain were still flowing downwards, making a dull sound when they hit the thick dust.

13, 13, and 34...

Three key numbers represent three different locations.

During this time, he has seen 13 circular areas, walked through 13 straight passages, and seen 34 different forks.

The cost of Clay's loss of speech was still not over, and many blue-purple corpse spots appeared on his face.

He had just rested for less than ten seconds when his eyelids suddenly twitched, and that weird sense of following and peeping appeared again.

There was no way to stay any longer, so he once again took difficult steps towards the road ahead.

He nervously took out his mobile phone, and the time displayed on it was: 21:42.

When he was at the entrance of Tianmingshan Cemetery, he once checked the time. It was 21:17.

Therefore, it took a total of 25 minutes to scurry around like a headless fly in the supernatural barrier.

These 25 minutes were not peaceful.

Huang Banxian has not appeared yet. He is wandering alone in this maze-like world. A ghost appeared ten minutes ago.

But until now, he still hadn't seen with his own eyes what the thing that was following and following him looked like.

But once the other party approaches, a strong discomfort will appear in my heart.

Panic, fear, nausea, stiffness, and waves of lingering oppression.

After all, Clyde was a very capable clerk in the Ninth Branch. He knew that even if the other party was not a ghost, he was certainly not a human being.

After hiding several times and being unable to escape, he used his sinful ability for the first time.

The hidden physiological characteristics, combined with the dark environment, can almost be considered invisible.

Using this method, he escaped for nearly ten minutes.

During this period, the discomfort never appeared, and Clyde even thought that he had already gotten rid of the thing.

But unfortunately, the concealment effect only faded for a few seconds before the thing reappeared!

Aphasic, sick, and under the price of double heavy goods, Clyde had a very difficult time escaping this time.

What kind of barrier is this...

What the hell is this thing chasing me...

Hidden crime objects have always been very effective in escaping. If Clay could predict that the opponent would be so difficult to deal with, he would never use this crime object first.

Because he didn't understand anything, he didn't dare to confront the opponent head-on, so he could only run away.

But the more he ran away, the more panicked he became, just like what he had experienced before.

The barrier in front of me is a maze with no exit.

This maze consists of three parts: a circular area, a straight passage, and a fork in the road.

Each circular area connects three straight passages, symbolizing three forked roads that form a whole.

The entire maze is composed of countless identical structures.

Clyde has been in Zhizhu for a long time and has traveled quite a lot. He has left marks on every circular area he passed.

Due to the pursuit of that thing, although he seemed to be running away in a panic, in fact he was always walking in a circle.

When he encountered a fork in the road, he desperately chose the left and kept going in circles. He was trying to explore a familiar route first.

If you want to solve the maze, you must first walk through each path, and then a rough space map will appear in your mind.

But after walking around for 25 minutes, he realized a very scary reality.

Among the 13 circular areas experienced, all are brand new.

It took 25 minutes, definitely more than 3 kilometers, and I couldn’t even get back to the starting point. I walked farther and farther, and walked newer.

Every road is a strange road, all the way to the left, unable to draw a complete arc...

This result indicates two very scary conjectures:

This maze is either so vast that it is completely impossible to walk through it manually;

Either the maze is disturbed by supernatural power, and unless this supernatural power can be cracked, there will be no way out.

Clyde's heart is more inclined to the latter, but there is no space-related evil in his body.

In fact, world law-like sinful objects such as time and space are extremely powerful and rare, and there are not many branches in the top ten.

The current maze is obviously shrouded in space-like supernatural forces.

Then apart from hard cracking with the power of sinful objects, there is only the stupidest method left, and it is also the only method.

Only by truly measuring all the forks in the maze with your feet, constructing a spatial map in your mind, looking for overall gaps, and cracking them.

Clay was speechless and could only cry out in his heart. He was sweating in cold sweat, adhering to the idea of ​​drawing a circle on the left and desperately escaping forward.

The map is too big, and without any understanding, ghosts who are suspected to have sentient abilities are chasing after them.

He simply does not have the confidence to measure and draw a complete map of space...

Facts have proved that Clyde's judgment was very correct.

Under the double price of heavy goods, he was not even qualified to escape from that thing's pursuit.

When his strength became weaker and weaker, his breath became chaotic when he took a step, and his fear of ghosts reached its peak.

Before he could take this step, his right hand holding on to the wall was suddenly grabbed by something.

Clay watched in horror as his right hand was surrounded by a thick black air, and a bone-eroding pain came from it.

He fell back uncontrollably, and at the same time his right hand had been completely eroded, leaving only a skeleton like a dead branch.

The air in front of him became blurry, and the black air gradually subsided. This time he finally saw what the thing that had been chasing him was...

This is another Milton Clyde.

It's just that this Clyde exudes a dark temperament that is completely different from that of a living person.

Not only were the left and right hands filled with strange black energy, but the face also had different skin colors.

The left half is not much different from the ordinary Clyde, fair and plain, but the other half on the right has an unprecedented cold and sinister expression.

Clay looked at himself in front of him, his heart beating wildly and he kept retreating.

This is...this is me after turning into a ghost!

The black energy on the left and right hands is the resurrection of sinful objects, and the yin and yang face symbolizes Fang Jing's dual personality.

The ghost-turned-clerk is even scarier than ordinary ghosts.

Especially old store clerks like Clay who have a lot of sinful items, their reserves of sinful items will explode at the same time when they turn into ghosts.

Create a ghost with multiple unsolvable means!

Clay had to endure the pain of losing his right hand. He gritted his teeth and put his hand into his arms, about to take out the sinful object and resist.

At this moment, a blazing golden light suddenly burst out from behind him.

Little Kezi, step aside!

The familiar voice arrived at the same time as the golden light. Clay turned his head sharply and saw Huang Banxian who was like a savior arriving.

Huang Banxian put his hands together, holding a dark purple talisman in his palm, and took firm steps step by step.

Edict!

As the talisman in Huang Banxian's hand burned to ashes, he roared an obscure word, and the figures of the two people became blurred.

A ball of fire enveloped their bodies, and the bright golden light forced the ghost back three steps away.

Clay wiped the sweat off his face and pulled Huang Banxian excitedly, his eyes full of surprise.

Huang Banxian's gray hair was scattered on his forehead, and there were a few more wrinkles on his face. He calmed his heartbeat and said:

“There is more than one ghost chasing us, I don’t know how many there are.

But without exception, they are all transformed into ghosts by you and me!

This maze enchantment is very special, and your and my ghost transformation should be just one of the rules.

We must find out why you and I turned into ghosts, otherwise we will never get out!

Clay looked at the ghost five steps away, and the black air was getting thicker and thicker, and asked doubtfully:

But we are still alive, why are there more than one or two ghosts appearing?

This is the key. As long as we understand this, we can definitely...

Only halfway through the words, something unexpected happened again.

Clyde suddenly felt something hot on half of his face, and the smell of blood woke him up.

He immediately turned around and saw that Huang Banxian's neck had been cut with a long and narrow wound, and blood splashed out like a fountain.

Huang Banxian's body, whose throat was cut and died, fell to the ground, and the golden light of the sinful object disappeared.

Clay saw a very familiar figure, half of his body covered in blood, like an evil ghost stabbing a knife into his right eye.

Ji...Ji!

The man didn't give him a chance to call out his name, and cut Clyde's throat with a sharp knife.

Shaking away the blood beads on the knife, his gray-black pupils looked calmly at the ghost five steps away.

The strange thing is that when Clay and Huang Banxian died, the ghost also left and did not attack the person named Ji.

After killing the two people, the person named Ji closed his eyes.

A vast and fragmented space map emerged in his mind.

I have killed 23 Clydes and 18 Huang Fengjiao, and only filled one-fifth of the space map.

These two entered too late to create competition for me.

Then some of the remaining four space maps should have been divided by others.

It's enough to hold one in hand, let those Ji Li fight for it.

After you control the other four-fifths of the space map, I will kill you to break this barrier.

The person named Ji slowly raised his head, took a breath of turbid air, and spoke in a calm and confident voice:

After all, you are all fake, I am the real Ji Li.