Weird Regulator

In the ninth exhibition hall, the situation does not seem to have worsened.

In other words, Hongfu here has not realized where the real crisis comes from.

Tongguan is about to be reduced to rubbish.

The fire had completely burned the body, leaving only an unknown pool of ashes on the ground, still squirming.

It keeps moving to the position of great blessing without giving up.

Hong Fu leaned against the gate and looked at it with a smile, watching how it approached him with difficulty and persistence.

He could go out at any time, but he never left.

This behavior has many similarities with Yu Guo's temper.

However, Hong Fu's triumphant appearance was largely affected by his emotions.

But until now, he still didn't seem to notice this.

With the advantage of being sure of victory, he never opened the door from beginning to end, as if he had made up his mind and was prepared to watch this ghost retreat.

With only underwear and a pair of socks, Hongfu still felt very hot.

He lowered his head and looked at his red skin, licked his chapped lips, and showed an ugly smile.

Tongguan completely disappeared in front of him after its last tremor.

All that was left was a strange pile of ashes, making people wonder what it was.

Now that Tongguan is dead, it stands to reason that Hong Fu should turn around and open the door and re-enter the original plan.

This is how he should behave if he falls into the trap of a ghost.

However, Hong Fu leaned against the gate. After Tongguan died, the smile on his face suddenly disappeared.

Not only that, his originally frivolous eyes became more solemn and wise than ever at this moment.

His right hand took out a wooden comb from his pocket, and it landed on his head when there was no danger.

The sinful object, the wooden comb, heals injuries at the cost of life force.

If there was a second person present here, they would be extremely shocked and think that Hong Fu had lost his mind and gone crazy.

Now that there is no ghost, why use sinful objects for no reason.

However, the scene in the entire exhibition hall changed suddenly in the next second.

Hong Fu also gave the answer as to why he did what he did.

The ninth exhibition hall, which was not originally surrounded by fire, became a sea of ​​​​fire after the scene changed.

The flames seemed to be like a raging sea, forming a crazy storm, destroying everything in the room, including living people.

Hong Fu's body leaning against the door became paralyzed.

A large number of flames are tightly wrapping its body, and its skin is like beef on the stove. The green smoke is rising, and it is even accompanied by a sizzling sound.

However, there was a wooden comb stuck on the top of his head, and the injury that should have been fatal was being repaired quickly.

The flames are devouring life, but the evil objects are counteracted, and this process is repeated.

Hong Fu's face was illuminated red by the firelight, and he looked at the black shadow directly in front of him with a sad smile on his lips.

This time, the shape of the ghost no longer imitates Tongguan, but is instead a mass of rich black.

“I almost got fooled by you.

He is obviously a ghost with no abilities, but he uses the time and place so well.

I will give you the word cow.

From Hong Fu's perspective, he didn't know what this ghost was capable of.

But pretending to be Tongguan is too low-level, and the action is so clumsy.

As one of the ghosts in a three-star promotion mission, no matter how bad it is, it shouldn't be this bad.

So Hong Fu naturally regarded what happened just now as something deliberately arranged by ghosts.

According to his knowledge, the ability of ghosts that is most consistent with what he just experienced is hallucination.

The hallucination is not accurate, it can even be called an illusion.

This ghost made up an illusion that was more real than reality, creating in Hong Fu's brain the experience of a low-level ghost killing people.

The purpose is to delay time.

Hong Fu didn't notice it at first, but he gradually came to his senses halfway through and began to cooperate with the other party's performance.

Why is this ghost stalling for time?

There is only one answer. It cannot kill Hong Fu personally, it can only use help.

Then the best way is to use the fire in the real world.

As long as Hong Fu is allowed to remain intoxicated in the illusion, his body in the real world will inevitably be burned to death.

So Hong Fu died in Tongguan and when everything seemed to be over, he decisively took out the wooden comb.

Hong Fu is very smart. He is so smart that others cannot see how smart he is.

Powerful insight, delicate mind, deep understanding, decisive ability...

Hongfu's performance was even better than Tongguan.

Although the main reason is that he is the only one who is actually attacked by ghosts.

But it is undeniable that Hong Fu exposed his powerful mind in a place where everyone could not see it.

Any more, buddy?

If there is only an illusion, will I leave?

Hong Fu's temper seems to be still the same. Even though he is in the fire, he will be fine for a while with the protection of something sinful.

He was standing guard by the gate, and he could only be safe if he held his hand.

The theory of the king cannot see the king is still there. He believes that as long as he leaves the exhibition hall of the painting gallery, the other party will not dare to chase him out.

He just looked at the black mass, frivolously but cautiously.

He didn't move, but taunted him because he couldn't guarantee what the other party was capable of.

Hong Fu has the advantage of ghost attacks, and he can see more key information.

But his biggest disadvantage is that he has no understanding of this ghost at all, except for the illusion.

Of course, it was impossible for the black mass to respond to his temptation.

Hong Fu began to slowly put his hand on the door, and he wanted to open the door.

boom!

This thought flashed past, and Hong Fu suddenly opened the door, and the breeze blew outside the door to cool down the restlessness.

He no longer hesitated, rolled on the spot and left the ninth exhibition hall.

All physical pain disappeared, and the world in front of me was familiar yet unfamiliar.

He entered the ninth exhibition hall of the painting gallery, but when he went out, he had already arrived at the art and crafts gallery on the second floor.

Empty and silent.

Hong Fu walked with difficulty, and pieces of his body kept falling. When he stood at the door of the second floor, he was no longer naked.

Quiet, so quiet, so quiet that it seemed like he was the only one left in the entire museum.

Slowly, a wry smile appeared on Hong Fu's face, and then he performed a strange behavior.

He turned around and ran back, pushing open the third door on the second floor with his backhand, which was an exhibition hall in the herbarium.

With this move, he wanted to confirm one thing.

Hong Fu, are you still in an illusion?

The answer was quickly given to him.

Even though he entered the exhibition hall of the herbarium, no ghosts attacked him at all.

Rose Crystal Eyed Butterfly is not here.

Hong Fu breathed a sigh of relief. He took out a dagger from his pocket in frustration, pointed it at his throat, and stabbed it without any hesitation.

The next second after his death, he woke up again.

The scene around him was so familiar, and he was still in the ninth exhibition hall of the painting gallery.

The flames were about to devour his body, and the pain all over his body was about to tear the nerves and break them. The black mass was staring at him.

Fantasy within fantasy within fantasy...

Hong Fu was a little panicked. He couldn't find a way out.

How many illusions has this ghost set up?

In the cycle of death over and over again, Hongfu could not completely maintain his mental concentration.

Once he relaxes even a little bit, he will be instantly engulfed by fire when he returns to the real world.

The wooden comb sin item still works, and all costs are being refreshed.

The way to verify whether you are still in the illusion is to go out and enter another door.

As the cycle goes on and on, as long as you are alive, you are destined to perish.

This ghost has seen through this. It can set up countless illusions to destroy the will of living people.

Hong Fu didn't say any more nonsense. He went out and entered again.

Out the door, in the door, out the door, in the door...

Until slowly, he began to become numb, his mind stopped functioning, and his hand movements became stiff.

Hong Fu knew that he had reached his limit, and in the illusion he was about to lose his fighting spirit.

When he returned to the ninth exhibition hall again, he instinctively combed his hair, and the black mass in front of him seemed to be closer to him.

This is a bad sign.

Hong Fu closed his eyes tiredly, his face showing no fear other than fatigue.

A bitter smile squeezed out of his dry throat, he clenched his fists and said softly:

There is no other way but to use...

Only halfway through the sentence, his voice completely disappeared.

At the same time, a gust of cool wind hit from behind, and another particularly majestic and violent force suddenly broke in.

When Hong Fu's consciousness was drowsy, he heard a familiar voice screaming at him:

Hong Fu! Save me!!

The door was knocked open from the outside with such force that Hong Fu, who was leaning against the door, was pushed far away.

His eyes opened again, and the world he saw was so real.

The flames showed signs of fading with the intrusion of the uninvited guests, but immediately resumed their turbulence.

Fire is a natural force, but the supernatural power of the ghost in the painting gallery is collided and even dispersed by another supernatural force!

Hong Fu lay on the ground without looking back to see who rushed into the ninth exhibition hall and called for help.

He immediately raised his head and looked at the black mass. In his eyes, it had completely disappeared, leaving as fast as if it had never appeared before.

The deadlock in the painting gallery is solved.

It ended in a particularly abrupt, even absurd way.

Hong Fu turned his head silently at this time. He saw a corpse that died tragically, but the corpse turned into a petrified sculpture.

This sculpture looks like Chen Wen.

This situation is easy to consider.

Chen Wen was apparently chased by a ghost on other floors and escaped all the way to the ninth exhibition hall.

In a panic, he knocked open the door, trying to have a chance of escape.

But the moment he walked in, the ghost killed him, giving him only time to shout Hong Fu's name.

But it was precisely because of his intrusion with another ghost that he forced the ghosts in the ninth exhibition hall to retreat.

He forcibly pulled Hong Fu out of the infinite illusion and revived the dead situation.

After the disaster, Hong Fu had a trace of helplessness on his face.

He sighed in his heart and walked over Chen Wen's body and walked out of the ninth exhibition hall.

This time, he returns to the real world with only a pair of underwear and a backpack containing his sinful items.

With all means and brains in vain, Hong Fu's luck seemed to have come into play again.

The unlucky guy is Chen Wen.

The lucky ones are blessed.

And Hong Fu's luck will naturally bring Tongguan and Jin Xi, and play an important role in turning this mission.