The joy is that Song Qingxiao is currently in a crisis in real life, the assassination of No. 6, the two men killed by her in the alley, and the disappearing business card given to her by Luo Wu are all like time bombs, once things break out, it may cause her to be shattered.

And Song Qingxiao can enter the trial again in such a short period of time, although there are dangers, but there are also opportunities, if she is alive, when she comes out again, her strength will increase again, and she will have more self-preservation power.

The worry is that as the number of trials increases, the difficulty of the task increases, and I am afraid that this level will not be easy.

The scene on Alcatraz Island, the last trial of God, is still vivid, and it is really because of luck that he was able to get his life back in the end.

When she entered, it was so quiet that when she opened her eyes, the familiar fog still shrouded the trial space.

Unlike the previous times when she came in, there were already people in the space, and this time when she entered, there were no other trialists in the trial space besides her.

It seems that this time she is the first trialist to enter the trial space.

Song Qingxiao thought of this, found a place, and sat down cross-legged.

Taking advantage of the fact that the others had not yet come, Song Qingxiao began to breathe his spiritual power, this time the content of the mission was not clear, but it was certain that it was still dangerous.

The spiritual power traveled along the large and small meridians on her body, bringing a cold and comfortable feeling everywhere she went, and she tried to touch the floating blue blood seal in the middle of her heart with her spiritual power.

But this trace of spiritual power was swallowed up after touching the blood of this dragon fused with the evolution potion, as if a trickle melted into the sea, and not even a trace of waves were raised.

Song Qingxiao lost a trace of spiritual power, and did not dare to act casually.

About seven or eight minutes later, the spiritual power fluctuated in the trial space, Song Qingxiao opened his eyelids, and after the spiritual power flashed, a thin figure of a man appeared in the space.

Before the man opened his eyes, Song Qingxiao felt a thin divine sense cover him, the man turned his head, accurately found the direction where she was, and when he opened his eyelids, his eyes happened to meet Song Qingxiao, and the two of them paused for a long time and nodded.

This is a master! The same thought flashed through the minds of both parties.

The moment his divine consciousness is out of his body, only a person who also cultivates his divine consciousness will sense that something is wrong at the first time.

Song Qing was cautious and guarded, this man was different from all the trialists she had encountered in the previous games.

The man was wearing a gray cotton linen coat with loose white leggings.

Because he was loosely clothed and he was too thin, the garment hung over him, showing the outline of the bones of his shoulders.

I don't know what is on both sides of my waist, and there are big pounds on each of the bulging bags, and Song Qing guessed that it should be a weapon or something.

This man is about fifty years old, with gray hair, a good appearance, about 1.8 meters tall, thin cheeks, a very straight back, and a heroic and righteous color between his eyebrows.

However, although this No. 2 is old, his eyes are blazing, and whether there is a cultivator or not, he can see it at a glance in terms of spirit and spirit.

He stood in place for a while, and then followed Song Qingxiao's example, walked in the other direction opposite her, and sat down cross-legged.

Judging from the way he walks, the probability that this person is a practitioner is extremely high, which may be related to the strengthening of his physique, and his kung fu should not be weak.

This person has cultivated his divine sense, and he has kung fu in his hands, which belongs to both internal and external cultivation, and at first glance he is a very difficult character to deal with.

After Song Qingxiao took a look at him, his heart sank, such a master appeared in this trial, this trial, if such a person is an opponent, I am afraid that it will be troublesome.

She gritted her teeth, and after the man sat down cross-legged, he also closed his eyes and did not speak, and the space was quiet for a while.

But both sides are 'watching' each other's every move with their divine senses, trying to find out each other's personality traits and use them in the mission.

Song Qingxiao is not a person who speaks much, and the man is even more silent, under the conscious control of the two of them, the sound of breathing is as soft as if there is nothing.

Time passed minute by minute, nearly four or five minutes later, there was a strange movement in the space again, and a strong smell of perfume first spread in the trial space with the arrival of the new trialist, and the man did not look up, as if he had already settled down.

In came a stocky woman, who looked to be over forty years old, with curly yellow hair, and her eyes squeezed into slits by the flesh on her face.

Unlike the No. 2 man who was wearing a loose casual suit, she was wearing a tight-fitting cheongsam, which strangled the fat on her body into several layers, and with every breath, Song Qingxiao seemed to hear the seams under her cheongsam making a 'squeak' sound.

The woman was wearing heavy makeup, and her head was covered with sweat, and the sweat wet the fat powder and dripped down her cheeks, and she held a handkerchief in her hand, and from time to time she reached out to wipe it, and after a short time, the handkerchief was full of sweat.

"Yo," she laughed, pouting her reddish lips and shaking the muscles of her face.

"Two of them came first."

The woman's arrival broke the silence in the space, and as she spoke, the smell of cosmetics and strong perfume mixed with the smell of sweat dispersed.

She seemed to see an acquaintance and said hello casually, Song Qingxiao raised her eyelids to look at her, and ignored her, the second man was even more indifferent, with his eyes closed, as if he had fallen asleep.

The short and fat woman didn't feel embarrassed when she saw that the two ignored her, and looked around the trial space with a smile, and finally fell her eyes to the open space on the other side, and walked over directly.

Her footsteps were heavy as she walked, and the flesh on her face was shaking every time she walked, she sat down, her eyes stopped on Song Qingxiao for a while, and finally fell on No. 2, staring at him for a moment.

"Oh, I said." After she sat down, she didn't recognize her life, as if this was not a place of trial, but just a place to chat, "Which of you came in first, and how long has it been since you came in?" ”

Her voice was high, with a hearty color, a bit like an aunt that could be seen everywhere in the streets and alleys:

"Little girl, what's your name? What for? How old is it? Are there any objects? If not, I'll give you one? ”

She asked bluntly, and when she inquired about these words, there was no trace of embarrassment, but Song Qing was laughed, and the woman saw that the two of them ignored her, and she was not discouraged, leaned forward, and then said:

"Everyone is in the same trial, which is also a kind of fate, and after getting acquainted, they are friends."

After she said a few words, a large stream of sweat came out again, she wiped her forehead with a handkerchief, and muttered, "It's so hot." ”

This woman behaved heartily, but Song Qingxiao didn't dare to underestimate her, the more unsurprising she looked in the trial, the more terrifying it was.

This woman has been able to come so far in the trial, and she is not easy to mess with.

She muttered a few words to herself, "Let's arrive first, maybe we can work together and be friends." ”

"In this trial, there may not be anyone else." As soon as No. 3's voice fell, Song Qing urinated and answered.

As soon as she spoke, not only did the woman's eyes show surprise, but even the eyelids of Number Two, who had been closed, moved.

After the woman came in, she talked for most of the day, and no one else appeared in the space.

For such a long time, only three people appeared, and I am afraid that the number of participants in this trial is not as large as before.

As soon as Song Qingxiao finished speaking, the task prompt in the sea of consciousness emerged: Death Qin is not Chu!

Mission Complete: 3000 bonus points, obliterated by failure!

The moment the task prompt appeared, the man sitting opposite Song Qingxiao also frowned, and the woman who had been noisy in her mouth stopped talking, obviously like her, she should have also received the task prompt.

She was right in her guess, and it was a bit strange that there were really only three people who were the final participants in this mission.

In Song Qingxiao's previous missions, a large number of trialists participated in each round, killing and eliminating each other, and selecting the final winner, but this time, there were only three trialists, and the rewards were quite generous.

"Dead Qin is not Chu." The second man, who had been silent, could not speak coldly, and immediately read out the prompt of the task.

Song Qingxiao raised her head, and even the woman who had been holding the handkerchief raised her eyebrows and fell on No. 2.

"It looks like everyone has received the message of the task prompt, and the mission prompt should all be the same." Song Qingxiao sighed, and the short and fat woman nodded with a smile: "Death Qin Feichu, what do you mean?" Do you understand? ”

(End of chapter)