In the white expanse, not moving may be the best choice.

"Anyone?"

Wen Cheng suddenly heard this ethereal voice.

A faint blue light came from afar, and the wind flowed on both sides of the neck, and then quickly stopped.

Is it too hearty? Wen Cheng set his eyes straight ahead.

There was a cyan mist gently fluttering, always feeling like a human, but it was clearly suspended in the air, swaying and flowing in mid-air like a jellyfish.

The fog approached in a straight line, but Wen Cheng couldn't move, so he could only wait for the arrival of the cyan ghost.

But I'm not afraid, because of the bang, there is more tobacco smell around me.

"Rumei, do you see clearly?"

The top of Rumei's head faintly showed a golden light, at least under this ray of golden light, she would not feel the existence of fear, no matter what was in front of her.

The situation is abrupt.

"The smoke is high." A woman's voice.

The whisper made the atmosphere tremble slightly, and the magic interference worked.

"It seems to be a concentration issue." Rumei approached and swung the red dot of the cigarette in an arc in front of her eyes, and then summoned a golden three-eyed firebolt.

"Okay, kill her." Wen Cheng issued an order.

It doesn't matter what that mess is, just kill it.

Rumei stabbed the cigarette butt on the fire rope and slammed it.

Birds flock to flock, smoke fills the air, and gunfire echoes through the valley.

It was as if the sharp pain of being pierced by the scorching molten iron came to Wen.

"Oops!"

It's a mirror!

"Brother, I'll be there soon!"

"Don't come here yet, it's a mess here!"

After Wen Cheng finished speaking, he covered his wrist, and the pain pierced his shoulder, and his left hand was useless. Rumei immediately protected him.

After such a shudder, the voice resounded.

"Anyone?"

As if it resonated, as if it couldn't withstand the pressure inside, the incision in the wrist was constantly leaking blood.

"Who are you?" Wen Cheng asked.

No, he immediately added an answer, "Someone." ”

What's going on? There are many possibilities, but the owner of the fog has little to do with the source of the black law, but he does protect something.

If you can't judge the weakness of the other party, you can only respond like this first.

"Save ...... We ......" the ethereal voice turned into a man again.

So you're male or female.

Also, sorry not available.

"Where is Xu Yan?" Wen Cheng asked.

"Who is it?" Female fog answers.

You tell me who you are first, so Wen Cheng said something that made Rumei almost fall down.

"How long are we going to guess like this? Get out of the way or die. ”

"Give me your blood." Female fog answers.

If you want me to donate blood, I'm sorry I'm type AB.

"Can you talk well? Who the hell are you?! ”

In fact, it was easy to guess, because Wen Cheng found that his body was losing blood rapidly, and the blood did not drip to the ground, but slowly converged in the fog to the cyan core.

Save us...... Blood donation? I see.

"You belong to the Yu family?"

"No, we're ......" voice changed to male again.

The perimeter of the cyan mist suddenly struggled, breaking into many white mist and violently intertwining in the air.

I see, the man is probably the victim.

Regarding this situation, Wen Cheng quickly calmed down.

"Rumei, if you guess correctly, the inside of the mist is her enchantment, and she has withdrawn and Xiaozhu will reconcile."

Let's run away.

"I'll cover you." Rumei stood in front of Wen Cheng and raised her gun to aim at the cyan mist.

This was a dilemma, and the doubts were quickly broken, it was the voice of a woman.

"The door is closed."

The density is increasing and the air becomes viscous.

"Let's go!" Wen Cheng called out Ning Zhi, but found a strange scene.

The cyan mist revealed a flickering figure in the slow passage of time.

Is it the invisibility caused by the masking of the light frequency, or the woman's own flesh is too weak.

But under the illumination of Ning Zhi, her figure was pitiful and eye-catching.

If the mountain path was foggy, she was a cyan arc of electricity, fleeting, shimmering like a jewel.

He looks like he is about twenty years old, with a gorgeous blue dress and waist-length and neat black hair.

The slender wrists and ankles that protrude from the long skirt show the femininity of femininity.

With light eyebrow corners and clear pupils, it is considered to be at the upper middle level among beauties.

The problem is that it is impossible to know the true identity of this woman, or even the age or age.

And even in the slow passage of time, she was only in the center of the fog.

The woman is not an entity that reflects sunlight, but is able to peek into the interior or even the window behind it.

Yin-yang art has been cultivated since ancient times.

She was a door, and Wen Cheng saw himself in the moment she flickered.

Around it, seven white men floated, their figures indefinite, sometimes condensed and sometimes translucent.

And the hanging drops of blood were converging on the woman's cuffs.

Who is she? Why do you keep asking for blood? The least I can deduce is that the victim was turned into a white mist by her to suppress my breathing.

She doesn't even have a way to attack, she just uses the enemy's fear to cause a mirror counterattack.

Maybe that's how the police were killed by her.

However, there are still weaknesses.

Wen Cheng said something that shocked everyone.

"You're Yi'an Jushi?!" (Li Qingzhao)

The woman suddenly stopped flickering.

Just a moment of poetry as a resonance, it can be recognized by this young man!

But she replied with a surprising remark,

"Are you?"

Wen Cheng laughed at it, this moment's hesitation is a weakness.

"Rumei, melee!"

Move like a rabbit.

At the moment of staring, the woman's face looked at her without distraction, smiling as if she had opened her eyes for the first time, and then showing surprise.

Because in that instant, Rumei had already waved the three-eyed gun to approach.

The right arm rushed forward, and it stabbed like a spear with great rapidity.

With both hands, the woman slashed the blow that was going through her ribs and slowly moved towards her abdomen.

"Fire!" Wen Cheng shouted in the distance.

Bang!

In an instant, the woman's waist and abdomen as an entity were torn, but Rumei, who received the reverse impact, was blown away.

There was a hard feeling behind me.

Rumei clutched her chest and coughed up blood, but was not harmed by the bleeding.

But when he raised the three-eyed gun, he couldn't help but be stunned, because the muzzle of the gun had been torn from the middle and cut into three fiery petals. The arc jumps in the body of the gun.

The mirror attack just now made Rumei fly five meters.

"Whew...... Ah......h

But the heart had been paralyzed by the impact, and it was a blessing that he could barely breathe, let alone raise his arms to fight again. Slowly gasping for breath to get her heart beating again, the woman spoke.

At this moment, she seems to be in a state of breathing, with an incomparable entity, and one less man by her side.

"If it's a ghost, it's something similar to me." She said.

Rumei was coming back to her senses, and Wen Cheng walked up to her and asked the woman a question.

"If you're not Li Qingzhao, why do you pronounce her words?"

The woman did not answer,

"There is no reason for me to live, there is no reason to answer who I am."

There is only one answer.

"So," Wen Cheng asked, "have you forgotten who you are?" ”

A cyan mist touched his cheek.

At this moment, the temperature cooled rapidly, but the air was a little fresher.

But the woman asked.

"Have you forgotten who you are?"

Click, cluck, the gears under your feet are turning.