The curtains in the corridor of the Red Devil Pavilion are closed, not transparent to daylight, only the light of candles, dusk and yellow. In the middle of this wide, straight hallway, no one in sight and no ghost in front of her, except for four Flandoro Scarlett to keep her company.

Yes, the four Flandrews, wearing the same vest pants, with the same red eyes, emitting the same weird smile, and even the terrifying power is exactly the same.

Yan Hua didn't know what the situation was, anyway, when she tried to escape from here, the back road was blocked by the two Frans, and the front road was the same.

"What is this? shadow clone?"

Now, Yan Hua no longer intends to use common sense to interpret the people or things in this fantasy township. Luckily, she's read quite a few comics, and at least her imagination can keep her from falling into madness again and again.

"Run away, big sister!" said one of the two Frans in front of him, with a smile, "I finally caught a new toy, how can I just let you go?"

"New ...... Toys?"

Yan Hua shuddered—she almost foresaw her fate.

"Then, next is the third wave of barrage. Please do your best to avoid all the projectiles!"

The other Fran said, giving Yan Hua a hideous smile:

"Otherwise, the game will end early!"

When the four flanns flew together, all kinds of light bullets poured down like autumn rain, red, green, big and small...... In this way, the light of magic filled Yan Hua's vision in an instant. One barrage after another nets surrounded Yan Hua and blocked all her escape routes.

There are only two seconds left for Yan Hua, no, only one second now. What would you do if you only had a second to grasp that less than one hundredth, slim chance of life, and it was you?

Doing something on your knees, praying, trying your luck, or simply not being able to react?

The choice Yan Hua made was "observation".

In this last second, Yan Hua stood motionless, raised his head, and watched the strange light and dazzling colors in the sky like fireworks. This second was as long as it stood still. All the magic projectiles slowed down in unison, and finally came to a standstill in the air, stopping in front of her eyes. For Yan Hua, they are like bacteria under the microscope, or comets in the telescope, dragging their long tails, and their appearance details and movement laws can be seen at a glance.

That's the problem.

"Why, I can see clearly?"

In the spirit that is concentrated to the limit, such a question arises.

Normally, with human eyesight, it is impossible to fully capture this entire barrage. Not to mention humans, even a fly, or a dragonfly, with a perfect field of vision of 360 degrees without dead ends, cannot see so clearly.

Human abilities are limited, not only the field of vision is limited, but the nerves, the brain, everything is limited. It is impossible for both eyes to see all the projectiles at once, and even if they do, the optic nerve will not be able to transmit such a huge amount of data to the brain, and even if the transmission is completed, the brain will not have enough capacity to process this information.

But Yan Hua saw that not only the barrage itself, but also the trajectory of the barrage, the gaps between the projectiles, and the way to pass through them safely, her brain helped her calculate them together. She didn't know exactly what had happened to her body, but she had already started using it.

"If you see it, you can get out of it. ”

Thinking so, Yan Hua's body moved.

It was light, and very quickly, the weight seemed to disappear. Since the day he was born, Yanhua has never felt so relaxed. You know, she is not a person who is good at sports, she has never passed physical education in elementary school, and she can barely keep up with her classmates in high school, coupled with the complete decadence in recent years, she really doesn't think she can still run.

However, the facts are in front of her: at this time, she is as fast as a cheetah.

The action is not perfect, it is a bit ugly at worst, but it is very practical. When the rain of bullets fell, Yan Hua was standing in the only open space between the countless craters, his face was not red, his heart was not beating, his breath was not panting, and he was unscathed.

The four Flandrews looked down on her from above, and they applauded merrily, and exclaimed:

"Awesome, big sister!"

"Multi-...... Thank you?"

Yan Hua didn't know whether she should thank you or not, but she still said thank you.

"Then let's move on!"

With that, the Frans gathered their magic once again. Seeing this, Yan Hua could be described as having a bitter stomach, and while whispering "This is endless", he lowered his body and put on a posture to meet the attack.

She gradually realizes that as long as she does not defeat the little girl in front of her, or is defeated by the other party, this dangerous "game" will never end. So, what should she do?

"Am I seriously thinking about how to defeat her?"

Thinking of this, a wry smile appeared on her face. She is moving away from "reality", away from "common sense", away from her former self. She knew all this, but she wasn't panicking.

She knew she needed to adapt to it all, whether she wanted it or not.

By this time, Fran's next wave of attacks had approached the tip of her nose.

The barrage in front of you is so dense that it gives people goosebumps, and if you can't dodge it, you can shoot people into a hornet's nest in the blink of an eye. But in Yan Hua's eyes, this is simply a child's play - it is a little slow. She is not very accustomed to dodging and predicting in battle, and there are many omissions, but she will correct them one by one. The chance of being hit by a projectile is decreasing little by little, and gradually getting closer to zero.

The fire is evolving, and Fran, who is floating in the heights, realizes this very clearly.

Even if she is out of line, even if she has an immature personality, even if she is obedient and fickle, Flandoro Scarlett is still one of the best fighting geniuses in this Red Devil Pavilion, a monster born to fight.

This monster is definitely not worried about her opponent's progress, on the contrary, she enjoys it.

"Because that's fun!"

Yan Hua flashed through the wall of barrage one after another, until the last wave of barrage disappeared behind her, and she could barely catch her breath...... If she thinks so, then she is very wrong.

In the final wave of attacks, she dodged with a high jump. It would have been a pretty reasonable choice, if she could fly.

However, she couldn't, the moment she was in the air, she barely had any ability to adjust, and the shrewd Flandorow would never let go of this fleeting opportunity.

Originally, the dense barrage was just a bait released to force Yanhua into adversity. This result is exactly what Fran meant.

The moment Yan Hua got up, the four Frans disappeared together, turning into countless crimson bats and flying towards her. Before Yanhua could land, a group of bats in front of her had already gathered around her, gathered together, and turned into three Flandorew.

Two of them, one left and one right, grabbed Yan Hua's arms and locked her movements. The third person stood in front of Yan Hua and raised his right hand.

"I've won, die!"

She shouted, a claw piercing Yanhua's chest. Suddenly, blood splattered, and a strange peony flower was dyed on the pure white silk pajamas. The crisp sound of flesh tearing down the bones reached Yan Hua's mind, and with it, unbearable pain ensued.

"Woo-huh......"

Yan Hua wanted to scream, but the blood gushing out of her throat blocked her voice. She struggled as the skin of her arms was torn apart by Fran's claws, and blood splattered everywhere: herself, and the three Frans.

This is where the anomalies arise.

The three Flandrew, who had been pestering her, suddenly let go of her in unison, and fell to her knees, looking in pain. The parts of their bodies, stained with Yanhua's blood, began to turn red and hot, and white smoke came out with a "hiss" sound, as if they had been roasted.

Then they burst into flames, and the blood of the scorching flowers turned into a red, ominous fire, and in a heart-rending scream, the three Flandoros were burned to ashes. Not only that, but even the blood on Yanhua's own body began to boil and burn. However, she did not feel pain herself, on the contrary, she felt warm and comfortable.

The laceration in his chest slowly healed under the burning of the flames, and the pain gradually diminished, and finally disappeared completely. When the flames on Yan Hua's body were finally extinguished, she was as intact as ever: the wounds and blood stains were gone, and even the torn pajamas were restored to their original state.

Everything just now, as if it had never happened.

Under the drastic change, only Yan Hua stood there stunned, standing on top of the pitch-black ashes, looking dazed, and he couldn't even figure out the situation.

The only remaining Flan, was standing in the distance, with his mouth open, staring blankly at Yanhua. After a moment, she craned her neck and burst out laughing:

"Aha, hahahaha!"

"You're great, you're great, you're wonderful!" she clapped her hands and shouted excitedly with a rather exaggerated smile, "Sure enough, none of the people Brother Nalan has a crush on are 'boring'!

As soon as he finished speaking, the hallway lit up again, this time by Fran.

"That's the end of the fight!"

With a flick of her arm, she shook off the giant sword made of pure flames, and pointed the tip of the sword at Yan Hua's heart. The heat rushed to his face, and he couldn't open his eyes.

"Next it's Kill Time!"