Ling Wanyue said to Ye Chenying, "This time, I'll be on it." ”

"Why? Didn't you say it's good to take turns?" asked Nightshade.

"Not why. Ling Wanyue replied very simply, Ye Chenying knew that this matter could not be refuted.

These two people enter the exam area where they are supposed to be, which is the thirteenth district.

As soon as she entered the thirteenth district, Ling Wanyue saw their opponents, who were also a man and a woman.

The female student is called Qu Jing, and the male student is called Murong He.

After reporting each other's names, the two sides went to war.

To be exact, only Qu Jing made a move.

Around Ling Wanyue and the others, it was no longer a playground, but a mountain of corpses and a sea of blood.

Well, sure enough. Ling Wanyue thought to herself.

Human corpses lay all around, and a faint smell of blood filled the air. The earth is rendered red. On the corpse, the deep visible bone scars were dripping with blood, and the scars were hideous and terrifying. It seems like a bloody battle has just taken place here.

Very familiar feeling. Ling Wanyue thought so. How old was the last time you saw such a scene?

The correct answer is seven years old. It was a month before Ling Wanyue was sent to the underground black cell, Ling Wanyue personally created that bloody storm. That's the killer's assessment.

Being in this kind of scene, Ling Wanyue felt very cordial.

It's a pity that this is an illusion, and no matter how realistic it is, it is only an illusion.

And......

"Your name is Murong He, right? Ling Wanyue grabbed Murong He's neck.

In the illusion realm, it stands to reason that Ling Wanyue would not be able to see Murong He, who came to attack. Moreover, there are illusions to interfere with the mind, and she should not have the ability to stop it.

It's just that, here, the three words "logically speaking" have no real meaning.

Ling Wanyue was shorter than Murong He, her action of pinching Murong He's neck was a little strange, and Ling Wanyue herself felt uncomfortable, so she threw her right hand that was holding his neck down.

Murong He fell to the ground. All he felt was that the bones in his body were going to fall apart. Ling Wanyue let go of her hand, and with a toe pick, she kicked Murong He out of the field.

"You're not going to show up yet? Don't tell me you're not armed. Ling Wanyue shouted.

Soon, another person appeared in the illusion.

"You're not afraid?" Qu Jing asked.

Ling Wanyue said indifferently, "Why should I be afraid of the illusion?"

"You're such a strange person. Qu Jing said.

"I am. Ling Wanyue said.

Qu Jing took out a short knife and stabbed at Ling Wanyue. Sure enough, she had a weapon.

Ling Wanyue didn't let her stab, or let her cut it. Ling Wanyue held the blade with her bare hands. Drops of blood flowed down Ling Wanyue's fingers.

"You ......" Qu Jing was a little confused. Ling Wanyue could completely dodge, why would she do such an extreme thing?

"I have a hobby of going to extremes. Ling Wanyue's voice didn't fluctuate in the middle of the mood, Qu Jing looked at her face, Ling Wanyue's expression was as usual, as if she didn't know that her hand had been cut open.

"You madman......" Qu Jing panicked a little.

"What are you panicking about?" Ling Wanyue asked.

Qu Jing didn't know what to answer.

Ling Wanyue's hand holding the knife pushed hard, and Qu Jing tilted to the side. Although he released the knife in his hand, his center of gravity was unstable and he fell.

"The knife will be returned to you. Ling Wanyue let go of the short knife in her hand and fell, and at the same time, there were a few drops of crimson blood.

The knife fell to the ground with a "bang". Ling Wanyue didn't care about the hand that was still dripping blood, and said, "You should be, I'm driven crazy by your illusion." Throw in the towel. ”

Qu Jing knew that she was no match for this madman, so she could only admit defeat.