It's quirky.

It's weird.

It's scary.

Chen Pi frowned and pondered the whole process carefully.

This seems to be a dead loop, he and Tang Xiaoqi fell into the trap designed by a dead thing, and the things he saw and felt must be partly real and partly illusory.

Eat all the way from the east exit of Halal Street to the west exit.

Walk out of the West Exit.

Get into a taxi.

"Here's the 106.7 music broadcast, now the moment, 18:08."

Everything has been experienced.

Chen Pi's face was full of disgust, and he looked sideways at the driver: "Is the illusion fun?" ”

Tang Xiaoqi's fist smashed into the wind.

The taxi driver still didn't escape the attack, and he didn't even let out any screams.

Once again, the body split into countless fragments, very strange fragments, if it was a ghost or a rakshasa who was killed, it would never be such an illusory fragment of light and shadow.

Again, it's not a game.

Killing a monster will also explode experience points.

"Could it be that this illusion was set up by a taxi driver?"

"Or is it not a fantasy at all?"

"A dream within a dream?"

"Hypnotic Palace?"

"It's not like it!"

"But there's got to be something to control it all!"

The third time standing at the entrance of Halal Street.

Chen Pi suddenly felt that he was not mistaken, and when he identified a path, it was often very easy to ignore the details around him.

And the truth, most likely, is not at that end at all.

Tang Xiaoqi first felt that there was something wrong with the taxi driver, not a living person, and she concluded that the problem was with the driver.

But if there is a problem with the driver.

Why keep letting two people circulate in the halal street?

Moreover, the driver is obviously an unbeatable Xiaoqiang, and every time he is attacked, he will be shattered into slag, and then Chen Pi and Tang Xiaoqi will return to the entrance of Halal Street again.

Eat from start to finish.

It's so uncomfortable.

Eating food once is enjoyment, eating it twice is a breakthrough, and eating it more than three times. There is no problem with the stomach, but it is already a test for the cranial nerves, and it can even be said to be a torment. If you don't vomit, you will also get hurt, and you don't want to eat mutton anymore in the future.

When I was on Crab Island, the tangerine peel had already injured the crabs, and if I hurt the mutton on this halal street today, I would have to eat grass in a few years.

This is definitely not alarmist.

The sixth time I walked into Halal Street.

Chen Pi began to change his thinking, he and Tang Xiaoqi were calculated, they must have been calculated, but the things that planned all this did not take action directly, which showed that the other party had concerns, or was not 100% sure.

That's how it is with agents.

Sometimes life and death are instantaneous.

Half a step is hell, half a step is heaven.

You can't go wrong at all, and if you make a mistake, you will GG.

Chen Pi and Tang Xiaoqi didn't communicate much, the two of them were already in a cold sweat all over their bodies, their muscles were tense to the extreme, and Chen Pi could already hear the sound of Tang Xiaoqi swallowing saliva.

"Could it be the Rakshasa who has come for revenge?"

"I ruined the other party's good deeds in Fengwei Snow Mountain, and killed 3,000 compatriots."

"Revenge is reasonable, but it's strange not to retaliate."

Tang Xiaoqi is willing to recognize Chen Pi as a master.

Herein lies the reason.

Moreover, why did Tang Xiaoqi hurriedly transfer to Nanchuan, why did he use his relationship, and he stuck tangerine peel like a dog skin plaster, in fact, he was worried, worried that his idol would be retaliated against and framed by Rakshasa.

It doesn't matter if you can help or not.

People come and talk about it.

It's still too hot-blooded and impulsive.

Tang Xiaoqi may really not understand one thing.

Chen Pi is a big guy with a bad luck system, he hits evil spirits every day, and he doesn't need to look for mysterious events, he will hit his head.

Tang Xiaoqi was very lucky.

The first time I went out with Chen Pi.

I won the lottery.

Then again.

Although Chen Pi can guess that the key to solving the endless loop should not be the taxi driver, knowing the wrong answer does not mean that he knows where the correct answer is.

Halal street is so big.

Who is the black hand hiding behind the back, and what are his intentions, it is so difficult to find.

It's time to use your brain again.

It's really uncomfortable.

Cheek raiser tickling.

Pain in the skull.

However, Tang Xiaoqi is not a smart scholar, and Chen Pi and Tang Xiaoqi unexpectedly reciprocate mechanically.

Eat it over and over again.

Kill the taxi driver over and over again.

Returning to Halal Street over and over again, the road ahead seems to be far away.

Chen Pi's confidence began to slowly wear out, he knew that this might be the other party's purpose, but some things were out of his control.

There is a sky outside the sky, there are people outside the world, although he is a five-star agent, but there are really many existences that can kill himself and destroy himself, and the star of the fat man is too watery.

It feels like I'm walking on a nail with every step.

Life hangs by a thread.

It needs to be like a solution.

Or...... Try a raffle?

Chen Pi has never drawn a lottery since his combat power exceeded three thousand and he had chakra, mainly because he didn't want to waste it.

Pumping, pumping, pumping.

Draw ...... first One to try.

【Ding.】 】

[The number of lottery draws is -3, and the number of lottery draws is 10 for 1 intermediate combat power zone. 】

Grunt.

In the outermost circle of the huge roulette wheel dozens of feet high, about one-third of the area is set to a gray area, and the cursor jumps rapidly in the middle section, and countless patterns are quickly crossed.

Thirty seconds later.

The hands of the roulette wheel are fixed on a white eye.

Oops, hey.

I know this thing tangerine peel.

Isn't this the Hyuga clan's blood inheritance limit [White Eye]!

It's amazing, this thing doesn't need to consume Yin Virtue points to find the Gougir system exchange profile, and you can understand it very clearly by reading the Hokage carefully.

[White Eye] is regarded as the blood inheritance limit of the Hyuga clan in Konoha Village, one of the three major pupil techniques, with a 360-degree perspective, and can see the chakra flow of the surrounding environment, and has an insight eye to see through the essence of things, and can also see the other party's meridian nerves and acupoints, using chakra can also multiply the ability of the eye, and the insight alone is definitely beyond the existence of the writing wheel eye.

Blood earned.

This draw is definitely great value for money.

I have long thought that the ghost pupil is a garbage product, it doesn't work at all, and I can't see anything.

Strictly calculated, many ghost things, after cultivation, have long been beyond the category of ghosts, just a ghost pupil, it seems that even the taxi driver is true or false.

This has nothing to do with the level of combat power.

Pure experience and heritage.

Tang Xiaoqi must have a magic weapon on her body that can help her find flaws, but she only senses that there is a problem with the taxi driver, but she can't solve the dead loop in front of her.

Chen Pi, a cheap master, was a loss of face, and took Tang Xiaoqi to eat nine rounds of halal street food.

Eat it again.

They are the Nanchuan Secret Investigation Bureau, the worst detectives who died, who were stuck, or disgusted to death.

But.

Now the situation is different.

The tangerine peel drew the [white eye].

Mobilize the chakra in the body to activate the [White Eye].

The hot stinging pain hit the eyes, and the tearing pain was unbearable, but fortunately, with the previous seven wounds, Chen Pi gritted his teeth and finally endured not screaming.

The tearing sensation lasted about ten breaths.

Then, under the influence of Chakra, the world in front of Chen Pi's eyes changed completely in an instant, and countless small flowing energy bodies began to appear in front of his eyes.

Most of the pedestrians on the halal street only have a trace of 'heat flow' in their bodies, and Tang Xiaoqi has a lot more, about ten times that of ordinary people.

Turn your head.

A black-purple streamer appeared.

A very ordinary figure appeared in the eye socket of Chen Pi.

It was a very inconspicuous stall, in the whole halal street, his position was very remote, behind the stall stood a middle-aged man, slender face, small flat head, a circle of stubble on the chin, eyes are not big or small, the body is neither fat nor thin.

The first time you see this face, you forget.

The second time you see this face, it still feels fresh.

This person emerged from the white smoke, not tall, with slightly pale sideburns, vicissitudes of cheeks, slightly thick lips, a dark apron tied around his waist, and a dough in his hand, next to which was a pot of meat filling.

Bright xiaolongbao.

The man had an equally unpleasant sign on his stall.

"Girl, try my xiaolongbao, mutton filling, the filling is delicious, and the price is affordable." The stall owner shouted at the top of his voice.

Chen Pi stared at the xiaolongbao, then at the sign, and his feet moved, and for the first time he got rid of the established circular route.

Can it change?

You guessed it.

This must be the crux of the matter.

The flaw was found, Chen Pi prepared the scythe of the god of death in advance, and he was no longer nervous, to be honest, the system did not prompt that this was a task, indicating that the difficulty coefficient was not large, but it was a little weird and different.

Staring at the stall owner, Chen Pi said slowly: "Something like you can only bring darkness and fear to others, how can you be embarrassed to call it Bright Xiaolongbao?" ”

"I'm very curious."

"Do you know what the light looks like?"

Let's be honest.

The problem is with a stall owner who sells steamed buns.

Whether it was Chen Pi or Tang Xiaoqi, they were very surprised.

This person hasn't had any contact with them all the time, just selling his xiaolongbao wholeheartedly, and his appearance is very ordinary, the kind of ordinary that can't be found when he falls into the pile, and there is no ghost on his body, a standard serious person.

But this kind of serious person seems to have trapped Chen Pi and Tang Xiaoqi all his life, trapping them in the halal street, not letting them go out or leaving.

Eat all the time.

Eat all the time.

Eat all the time.

When Chen Pi questioned the other party, the stall owner also raised his head and looked at Tang Xiaoqi: "Girl, why don't you come to eat my steamed xiaolongbao?" Mutton filling, the filling is delicious and the price is affordable. ”

"Who the hell are you and who instructed you to do this?" Chen Pi continued to question.

"Isn't my xiaolongbao fragrant?" The stall owner was also questioning.

"Are you an agent?" Chen Pi suddenly thought of a possibility, could this person come to Nanchuan to him, he had heard some rumors before, there were many genius agents in other cities, all of whom expressed their dissatisfaction with Chen Pi and were ready to challenge him.

"You two even dared to eat insects just now, why don't you want to eat my xiaolongbao?" The stall owner is still asking, asking all the time.

"Don't change the subject, what is your purpose, stop teasing people, we don't have time to watch your performance." Chen Pi was already a little angry, but because the other party was a living person, he didn't make a rash move.

"Why don't you answer my question? I'm asking you! I'm very angry! You have a lot of disrespect for my work! The stall owner standing opposite the tangerine peel suddenly turned cold, and a cloud of black mist poured out of the pot of meat filling next to him.

The black mist turns into a skull.

Fiercely pounced on the tangerine peel.

“……？”

"What do you mean?"

"This is a ghost breeder?"

The stall owner is human.

But it's definitely not an ordinary person.

This is a ghost man who raises ghosts and raises dead things.

From the fact that he could quietly hide the breath of the ghosts and ghosts, suppress the ghost qi in a small pot of minced meat, without leaking out at all, more than a dozen turnover cycles, Chen Pi and Tang Xiaoqi did not notice it at all, which is enough to explain the problem.

And he is not only a ghost keeper, but also good at arranging illusions, illusions that are real and fake.

At this moment.

Standing in front of this person, Chen Pi thought more or less clearly that he and Tang Xiaoqi might not have left this stall from beginning to end.

From the end of the street, I heard the voice: "Girl, try my xiaolongbao, mutton filling, the filling is delicious, and the price is affordable." ”

Neither of them paid attention to it, and neither of them tasted the other's 'works'.

At that time, the two of them should have been trapped by each other's illusions, and after a dozen or so endless loops, the other party's purpose may be to let Chen Pi taste his craftsmanship, or Chen Pi himself to find the flaws in the illusion.

Chen Pi found a flaw and did not eat the 'delicacies' cooked by the other party.

This angered the other party.

In the blink of an eye, dozens of black mist composed of unjust souls and ghosts were about to envelop tangerine peel, and the black mist breath was very cold, and the evil qi exploded, and the yin qi was thick.

The halal street in sight has long since changed.

Quietly.

Not a single person can be seen.

There was only garbage, bamboo sticks, plastic bags, beer bottles, and discarded charcoal......

The battle began directly.

Tang Xiaoqi and Chen Pi reacted very quickly, and Chen Pi's Death Scythe slashed at the clumps of skulls as soon as possible.

Bang.

The black mist-like skull suddenly disappeared without a trace.

Death's scythe slashed into the air?

Tang Xiaoqi's attack also failed?

My heart was shocked.

In order to prevent another trap, Chen Pi hurriedly dragged Tang Xiaoqi and hurriedly retreated more than ten meters.

Looking at the stall owner selling steamed buns, he was choked by the neck by another 'person', pressed directly on the kneading board, and put on a string of golden handcuffs.

"Liu eats."

"You're arrested."

The plot is reversed.

Chen Pi looked at the subdued stall owner dumbfounded, and thought uncertainly: "Could this be another illusion?" ”

Tang Xiaoqi was also surprised: "I'm only good at fighting, not at cracking spells." ”

"Wait and see."

"It's weird."

Looking at it, Chen Pi suddenly realized that he seemed to have seen a person with golden shackles in his hands, and many days ago, when he followed Yang Changping to the Women's Hospital, he called a Didi Express. The driver who drove Didi drove the three brothers of tangerine peel and sand sculpture to the hospital with a 'paper truck', and asked someone when he got off the car.

It seems to be a photo.

He wore a black sweatshirt with a hat covering his face and a beard that wasn't too long.

It's not people who sell steamed buns.

But it's a ghost man who raises the dead.

It's not people who make ticks.

But it's a ghost police in handcuffs.

Immortal jump?

Wrong...... Ghost jump?