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When the voice fell, it was like his holographic tablet, and something changed strangely as his voice fell.

In the next second, when Sanders's dagger was about to fall on his chest, a huge mouth full of fangs suddenly grew on the wall behind him, and he swallowed Angel's in one bite, leaving only the dazed Sanders who held the dagger and inserted it into the ground by inertia.

The wall returned to normal after swallowing Angels. Sanders didn't bother with the dagger on the ground, and stroked the wall in surprise, and it was smooth without a single bump. The sudden fanged jaw was like a dream......

"Damn, let it get away!" Sanders slammed the ground.

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Ingres was devoured by the great mouth, and he thought he was going to die. If I had known that it would rot in the stomach of some kind of monster, it would have been better to die at the hands of the younger version of Sanders!

Just when Ingres thought he was going to fall into the monster's stomach pouch full of corrosive liquid, he was suddenly spit out by the giant jaw.

Angel, who was spit out by the giant mouth, still landed under a wall.

Although Angel wondered why the giant mouth didn't eat him, he was able to escape from Sanders's hands, and his hanging heart finally fell.

However, the pain in his body has not been relieved, and he still can't stand up.

Angel braced himself and looked up at his surroundings. It was still a labyrinth of alleyways, and to Ingres' surprise, it seemed a little familiar to him.

On the wet ground not far away, there is a horizontal and vertical Chinese character: 安.

It was a mark he had written with his fingers, so he had walked through this alley before? Ingres looked at the word and felt a little settled.

Although I have returned to the intersection I have walked before, I can at least be sure of one thing, there are no monsters here.

Now Angel can't even move, if he goes to a strange place and is killed by a monster, it will be more than worth the loss, at least the current result, which is a good thing for Ingres.

As the night passed, Ingre's injuries were much better.

The pain in his body decreased slightly, especially in his back, and almost completely disappeared. Angel himself was surprised, without medicine, the injuries on his body turned out to be good.

What is especially strange to Ingres is that he was injured by Sanders yesterday, and he didn't even have a drop of blood left, is it all internal injuries? Ingres stood up and walked and jumped slightly, except for the occasional joints that were not in the way, there were no traces of internal injuries.

It's a miracle! Could it be because after experiencing the near-death experience brought about by that wall, the body's resilience has also been greatly improved?

Looking at the time, it's 8 a.m. After another night, Angel decided to hit the road again.

However, there is only one path in front of Angel at the moment, and it is still the same path as yesterday, through the hall where the blue giant sits in the town, and he can enter the next stage. Ingres tried all the other roads, but they were all dead ends. So, if Ingres wants to move forward, there is only this path to choose.

After Ingres hit the road, he was still thinking about the young version of Sanders. Was he really the mentor who entered the Nightmare Realm with him, and if so, why did he become so young and so low?

If not, then who would he be? If he wasn't Sanders, Ingres didn't believe it, there was too much evidence to prove the other party's identity. However, if the other party was really Sanders, would he fight him like this? Angels couldn't tell. He had not been with this cheap tutor for a long time, and he did not know his true purpose.

However, Ingres prefers this young Sanders, perhaps some kind of projection in the Nightmare Realm. "Projection reality" may not simply be a projection of architecture, or even a projection of people. Maybe somewhere, there's a projection of Ingres!, Ingres thought.

If the young version of Sanders is not the real Sanders, then he must quickly find the center of the maze now, after all, how to return to reality still needs Sanders to teach.

"I just hope he's not really him. "Otherwise, he might be trapped in this Nightmare cage forever.

With this expectation, Ingres flew towards yesterday's hall.

The road was peaceful, even though Angel heard the sound of rustling from time to time, but he didn't really find any monsters. About two corners from the hall where the blue giant was, Angels slowed his pace.

He didn't know if the young version of Sanders was still there, and what happened to the blue giant now, it was all unknown. Neither of the two, Ingres could not cope with it, and could only secretly hope not to meet them. However, compared to the blue giant, Angel does not want to meet the young Sanders, because the blue giant's size is not suitable for running, and Angels's biggest reliance at present is the flexible and changeable body; Sanders can fly like him, even if he is not as agile as him, but compared to the blue giant, the threat is greater.

Ingres knew that all creatures were looking at each other, and rarely looked up, so he flew straight to the top and slowly moved towards the hall against the top wall.

Beyond the first corner, there was nothing out of the ordinary, only a trace of yesterday's fight.

Beyond the second corner was the hall, where Ingres moved more slowly, almost holding his breath, and then quietly poked out half of his head to peek in.

At this glance, Ingres noticed something different.

The layout of the hall had become much more messy, and the blue giant had disappeared, and a large amount of blood had appeared on the gorgeous carpet.

When Angel looked closely, the hall was almost visible, the blue giant was not there, and neither was the young version of Sanders.

"What's going on? Did they just leave?" Ingres guessed, and in retrospect, it didn't feel right, the blue giant was huge, but the wooden door on the side of the hall was too small for the blue giant to get through. And along the way, Ingres didn't see any traces of the blue giant walking in his direction, so did the blue giant disappear completely out of thin air?

Ingres looked again at the wooden door on the side of the hall, which had been closed yesterday, but now it was opened, and it was evident that someone had left there.

And the person who left, Ingres guessed might be the younger version of Sanders.

At this pace, Sanders defeated the Blue Giant and made it through? Ingres didn't know if this assumption was correct, but he knew that his luck was really good.

There was no blue giant, no young Sanders, neither of the two rivals was there, and his safety was greatly improved! Angel breathed a sigh of relief and flew into the hall with a hint of luck.