readx;?“ Okay, it seems that everyone has used this opportunity to ask questions, so let's do it for real! The host snapped his fingers, and the stage suddenly changed shape. Pen, fun, and www.biquge.info

He made a move to the dome, and a pentagram suddenly fell. In the blink of an eye, it turns into a huge labyrinth with an entrance in front of each group. The host floated lightly in the air, and his spirit suddenly became excited: "Okay, everyone, the rules of the game are very simple, you will compete for the few remaining chances of survival, when you fail, death is the inevitable end, and the last survivor can go out through the door, of course, find the key in advance, you can also go out." ”

"So, are we going to win by force? If that's the case, we've got a win. A smile appeared on the Governor's face.

"No, no, no, it won't be that boring." The host glanced at the fifty soldiers standing behind the governor, "Of course, it's by competition, competitive spirit, you know?" One person from each group, and the last person to reach the exit of the maze is eliminated. The host announced that he was done, waiting for everyone to enter the labyrinth.

Brother Lanmao was stunned for a moment, but he still entered the maze first.

The Governor sent a soldier at random.

Duchamp grabbed Olivier and hurriedly said, "I'll go in first, this won't bother me." ”

"No, I'll go in first, maybe it's even more difficult later." Mura said.

Duchamp thought for a moment and agreed with Mura's approach.

On the other side of the road, the old mercenary Walter walked out cautiously.

Everyone outside the maze could see that the people who walked in instantly became much smaller, and the maze suddenly changed dramatically after all the people entered. Duchamp glanced at it and immediately found the right path, but it was only because he was outside the labyrinth, and the people in the labyrinth, including the blue-haired brother, were constantly exploring the passages near him, walking into one dead end after another.

Duchamp stared intently at the labyrinth, and it suddenly seemed to him that it all seemed familiar. That's right, this has the same effect as the labyrinth he built in his own brain domain without a teacher, that is, trapping the enemy, exhausting the enemy, and consuming the enemy's mental power.

He felt the slight power of the trinkets he wore on his chest. The Yang Pendant has always been in a state of unrest, gently repelling this space.

The presenter's face, although it shows Delgado's face, his expression is diametrically opposed to that of the old banker, who is now floating in the air, standing on one leg, with a childish spirit, enjoying the performance of the people in the labyrinth.

Walter walked a little way and unexpectedly spotted the soldier, a cold glint flashing in his eyes. According to the rules, as long as he injures this soldier, such as breaking his leg or something, and leaves the last one who can't get out, he is naturally the unlucky big-headed soldier.

Naturally, the soldier felt the ill-will, and he nervously picked up his gun and aimed it at Walter. But for some reason, Walter finally changed his mind again, and he walked past the soldiers and continued on his way.

This was a good opportunity, and the soldier stared at Walter in front of him and pulled the trigger.

Almost at the same time, Walter swayed and jumped into a nearby fork in the road.

A bolt of hysterical bullets hit the walls of the labyrinth in vain.

Walter sneered and was continuing to run forward, when suddenly, he seemed to see something on the wall and reached out to remove something from the wall.

"A piece of a puzzle?" He shoved it into his pocket and kept running.

In this battle, Brother Lan Haired quickly found the exit of the labyrinth with his extraordinary spiritual strength, and he was about to run out, when he suddenly hesitated again and let out a long howl.

The others in the labyrinth, puzzled for a moment, rushed one after another.

The sluggish soldiers were naturally left behind.

The host looked at the soldier who was sluggish and left at the end, and let out a long sigh of regret, the lower part of the labyrinth suddenly opened, and the soldier suddenly fell under the fog.

"Whoa, whoa!" The audience shouted excitedly, as if they had seen something great.

"It feels so weird, this field, such a setting, what's the point?" Duchamp pondered in bewilderment.

This wasn't a sightseeing tour, and he had to find a way to decode the alien dimension.

Olivier thought similarly to him, constantly looking around, looking for anything suspicious.

Before he could think clearly, the second maze fell again.

"The rules have changed this time, as long as you successfully dodge the monster attacks in the maze and destroy all the monsters, you can get out smoothly." The host loudly announced, "Please take your seats." ”

Brother Lan Mao has no teammates, so he naturally has no choice but to walk in again. The Governor whispered a few words to one of the officers beside him, and the officer stepped in.

Olivier was pulled again, and Duchamp stepped forward, noticing that the road was pointing to Gavin. Duchamp nodded knowingly before entering.

Duchamp looked at the labyrinth in front of him in bewilderment, looking inside and outside the labyrinth, these were two completely different worlds.

What he saw was a world full of twinkling stars. Countless pentagrams make up this labyrinth, and in the center of each pentagram is an eye that looks towards him together.

"It's so strange, why can't we see through this white-haired boy?" All the stars are whispering.

"Isn't he a creature of our plane? Or is there any secret way to resist our prying eyes? ”

"Maybe it's just a mechanical creature in human skin."

"Stupid, even if it's a mechanical creature, as long as it's sapient, we can see through it!"

"Bring him some of the images over there, and see if he dies."

"There are so many people here today, I really want to leave them all behind."

"Take your time, don't rush, they're going to die today anyway."

Every star was talking, and they were talking arrogantly, not realizing that their words were eavesdropping.

Duchamp tried not to stare at the stars on the wall, mentally studying what they were talking about, and there were hundreds of mouths in his ears that sounded noisy.

"Look at that white-haired boy, it's going to bump into, bump in, bang!"

Duchamp stared at the black shadow floating in front of him, vaguely feeling that he looked a little like himself, he wondered in his heart what 'bang' meant, his eyes purred, looked at the monster chasing him, and flashed to the room next to him.

The dark shadow drifted to the next room, and saw Duchamp on high alert in the room, which was a dead end.

"It's coming! Let's see what it means. Duchamp muttered to himself.

The black shadow did not use any means of attack, but floated straight towards Duchamp's body, only to hear a soft sound, like the sound of objects shattering, the black shadow and Duchamp's figure completely disappeared from this space at the same time.