Chapter 11: Are You Ah Guang?

The light lasted for about half a minute, and when the afterglow dissipated, Wan Linglong slowly opened her eyes. Pen~Fun~The ghost fire before the www.biquge.info has disappeared, and the dark room has returned to darkness, and with her own spiritual sense, she found that the soul power of the entire dark room fluctuated because the blow just now had almost dissipated.

Struggling to get up, she was going to use her spiritual sense to search her surroundings carefully, but at this moment, a ghost fire suddenly re-lit in the darkness, then a second, and then a third. Under the light of the dim ghost fire, a "mouse" with red eyes trembled and stood up from not far away.

"How could it be. Wan Linglong looked at the "mouse" not far away in shock, only to see that the hair on its whole body had been scorched, and the red light in its eyes had obviously dimmed a lot, obviously the blow just now had hit it hard.

"That moment was really powerful, if it weren't for the multiplication of my soul power now, I might have been killed. But,It's a pity.,It's just me who won in the end.。。 Although this "mouse" was wounded, two of the three people in front of him had already fallen, and there was no strength left for one. Feeling that the victory was in hand, it suddenly rushed forward, its eyes flashed red, and the two red lights like essence attacked Wan Linglong directly.

Wan Linglong, whose mana and physical strength had been seriously overdrawn, still did not give in, and wanted to use the sword to block the red light, but her body had not obeyed the call, and the sword had not yet raised the red light in front of her. Seeing that she was about to be hit, Wan Linglong knew in her heart that this time she might really be in danger, so she closed her eyes in resignation.

However, the expected pain did not come for a long time, and Wan Linglong, who felt wrong, opened her eyes and saw a familiar figure blocking in front of her. "Xing Guang, you, why did you wake up?" Looking at this back, Wan Linglong looked a little confused, Xing Guang, who was obviously unconscious, actually stood in front of her, and seemed to have defused the attack just now.

"Hmm, aren't you the guy who took the ring away from me? I can't see that I still have some skills, and I can actually block my attack, but the ending is the same, you all have to die. ”

didn't pay much attention to Xing Guang's "mouse", and through the observation of the three of them, it has found that Xing Guang is the weakest one, basically an ordinary person. Although it was a little surprised that the attack just now was blocked, it didn't think that Xing Guang was capable of dealing with it, so it used its soul power to attack again.

However, Xing Guang didn't give it a chance to shoot again, while this "mouse" was accumulating, Xing Guang's body shook slightly, and the person disappeared in place out of thin air in an instant, and when this "mouse" reacted, his body had been firmly nailed to the wall by a small peachwood sword.

"Uh, how could it be. The sudden change made this "mouse" completely blinded, and he wanted to struggle but found that he couldn't move, and the Tao method was obviously used on the peachwood sword, not only completely restrained his body, but even his soul couldn't escape.

The panicked "mouse" began to let out a piercing scream, and at this time, Xing Guang's hand holding the peachwood sword slowly let go, staring at the "mouse" and said indifferently: "You like to use illusions very much, don't you?"

The voice was terrifyingly low, and it was hard to imagine it coming from a fifth-grader unless you heard it with your own ears. Then, Xing Guang gently flicked the gossip mirror on his chest with his hand, and a strange color shot directly at the head of the "mouse".

The rats that were hit by the strange light fell into a stupor, and some images began to emerge in the gossip mirror: in a classroom, several students sat in twos and threes, sometimes laughing, sometimes fighting. At this time, a lewd little boy took advantage of the unpreparedness of a classmate to take away the chair, and the classmate fell to his back to the sky, but the little boy laughed proudly.

The screen switches to another scene, or this little boy puts a small snake in a female classmate's school bag, and the little girl who opened the bag is so frightened that she cries, and the little boy is still clapping his hands and laughing, and the classmates around him are accusing the little boy.

The screen switches again, this time to see if a group of classmates are playing hide and seek, or if the little boy is hiding in the dark room of the bomb shelter, and the other children can't find him. Perhaps tired of playing, the little boy fell asleep in the dark room. At this time, a person who looked like a school worker found that the door of the dark room was unlocked when he inspected the bomb shelter, and locked the door without doing any inspection.

When the little boy woke up, he found that he could not get out, and although he cried hoarsely, no one heard him. On this day, the last working day before the winter holidays, the little boy was locked in a dark and cold room with a nest of rats as his companion, and finally starved to death because he could not eat.

When the winter break was over, the school workers found the body of the little boy when they reopened the dark room. In order to avoid causing panic, the school announced that no one was allowed to enter or leave the shelter because important supplies were stored in the fourth room of the bomb shelter. He also pretended to move a few empty iron boxes into the dark room, and then locked the fourth room and never used it again.

"Ahhhh After the last frame of the gossip mirror, the "mouse", who had been glazed-eyed, regained his senses and began to shout hysterically.

"Hmph, boring. After looking at the image in the gossip mirror, Xing Guang snorted lightly, his wrist flicked slightly, and the peachwood sword directly split the head of the "mouse" in half from the bottom up. As a puff of black smoke dissipated into the air, the mouse's body began to decay in an instant, and the ring on its tail was picked up by Xing Guang with the tip of his sword and taken back into his hand.

"You, are you Ah Guang? Your memory has been restored?" Looking at Xing Guang, who suddenly became unpredictable in front of him, Wan Linglong's name for him changed, no longer calling him Xing Guang, but calling him Ah Guang like Sun Xiaoming.

Without answering Wan Linglong's question, Xing Guang slowly turned his head, and against the backdrop of the ghost fire that was about to be extinguished, Wan Linglong saw a pale face and pupils as black as an abyss.