Huang Heng slowly opened his eyes.

He was awakened by the scent of honey.

One moment he was arguing with a foreign monk in the filthy sewers, and the next second when he opened his eyes, he was already in a soft dwelling.

There is a faint fragrance in the air, which is mild and suitable. It's not like the humid and stuffy environment underground.

Huang Heng lay on the soft cushion and kicked off the cotton sheets covering his body.

A girl looked at him with disgust and got out of bed. She was wearing a pale cyan dressing gown, and her face was familiar. But Huang Heng couldn't remember who this person was.

She has the dexterous eyes of the big nineteen, the smile of Chu Menghan, and even the waves on the chest of Xu Xiaoyue's proprietress .

Huang Heng was dumbfounded, he called out to Hanwu in his heart, but no one answered.

The body seems to have been asleep for a long time, and there is a tingling sensation when I move gently, as if I have had a long sleep after staying up for three days and two nights.

Huang Heng hadn't experienced this feeling for a long time, and since he had experienced those things on the mountain and his body was gradually strengthened, he no longer had that sense of powerlessness of ordinary people.

But.

Now it's coming back.

He sat up with the pillow behind his back, shaking his head and wondering where he was, as if it had been a long time.

The window was opened by the girl who got out of bed, and the smell of honey became more and more intense, as if the whole person was immersed in honey.

The door of the room was slammed open, and two little children ran in, rubbing their eyes and calling for Mom and Dad.

After Huang Heng said hello, he picked up the mobile phone on the bedside table, and there was no elf pet APP in the software on it.

Huang Heng was puzzled, what is the "Elf Pet APP"? Why is it so familiar?

There was a pain in his chest, and when Huang Heng looked down, it was the little boy who clenched his fist and knocked on him, and the little boy asked unwillingly: "You said that you played games with us yesterday, but why didn't you come before going to bed?" ”

"I'm sorry." Huang Heng squinted his eyes and apologized, "I had something to do at work yesterday, and you were already asleep when I came back." ”

"I'll talk about that next time." The little boy lowered his head.

"What were you playing yesterday?"

"Sengoku Warriors!"

"Oh."

Thinking of the Warring States, Huang Heng suddenly remembered what someone said in his mind: "You have to be Tokugawa, don't be Sanada." ”

Who said that?

Someone was tapping on the window, making a thumping sound, but this was the fourth floor, who was outside the window?

"Wake up......" Huang Heng heard the people outside shouting, but the sound seemed to come from a distant place, and the people on the other side screamed, but Huang Heng only heard a very soft voice.

Something forgot?

Huang Heng held the phone and looked up at the woman who was looking at him suspiciously. Her eyes are exceptionally bright.

"Xiao Fan's weak ......" Huang Heng suddenly remembered the name, and a woman with a faint scar on her face appeared in his mind.

"Big Nineteen!" Huang Heng looked at the strange girl in front of him and screamed, and at the same time as he roared, the woman seemed to have changed from a real person to a photo, and slowly tore apart.

The eyes that belonged to the big nineteen, and the smile that belonged to the corners of Chu Menghan's mouth, all turned into pieces.

Then sink into the darkness.

The sour smell of silt came from the air, and Huang Heng took a few steps back, a faint pain in his chest.

When I looked down, my T-shirt was covered with mud, and there was a clear handprint on my left chest.

When Huang Heng looked up, Plath was still in front of him, and he smiled and said, "Why don't you sleep for a while?" ”

Huang Heng shuddered and continued to retreat, Plath stopped in place, looking at Huang Heng with a smile like an innocent person.

"You're finally awake, and you're scared to death." Hanwu jumped up and down next to Huang Heng, "That person is about to kill you." ”

When Huang Heng looked at it, sure enough, Plath had a dagger in his hand, and he calmly put the hand hiding the dagger behind his back while Huang Heng was staring at him.

"I don't know what's wrong, I was talking to him just now, but the next second I was in a strange place." Huang Heng touched his body and felt an inexplicable pain around his shoulder blades.

"I didn't know that you suddenly called me out, and then I saw you being punched to the ground by him." Hanya said.

Huang Heng thought about it, he did call Hanwu when he was in the dream, that was to confirm whether Hanwu really existed, as for the punch in the back, it was hit by the child in the dream, but he didn't expect it to really reflect in reality.

"Is it hypnosis?" Huang Heng asked subconsciously.

The dagger in Plath's hand didn't know where it went, he looked at Huang Heng and said, "I didn't expect your dreams to be so peaceful, generally speaking, when you fall into my dreams, you see the pinnacle of all kinds of desires." ”

Huang Heng shook his head, he didn't seem to have any great desires, he just wanted a safe and smooth family. But when you think about the dreams you fell into, it's a really desirable scene.

It seems that it is really good to calm down, at least here to avoid Plath's killing.

Plath stroked the palm-sized cross hanging from his chest and said, "Since you don't want to die peacefully, then I'll let you die in pain, and I hope God will forgive me!" When he finished speaking, his face suddenly became hideous, not at all as amiable as before.

From a benevolent ascetic to an executioner, Plath did it only in an instant.

He stood there and didn't move, but Huang Heng felt an inexplicable sense of oppression, and hurriedly continued to take a step back.

A sound of wind rubbed Huang Heng's clothes, and when Huang Heng looked closely, there was nothing special. However, the ever-present spider sensing ability constantly transmitted the feeling of danger into Huang Heng's nerves.

Huang Heng closed his eyes, and with his senses, he continued to dodge the inexplicable attack of the hideous Plath.

Generally speaking, Huang Heng has seen a lot of invisible abilities, such as Bai Sha can pounce on it and bite the enemy's throat without being seen by others, and for example, Zhuang Yujie, who just met yesterday, the air cannon he raised his hand to cast is also invisible, and Huang Heng can only judge Zhuang Yujie's attack by virtue of the thinness of the surrounding air.

But these are all traces that can be found, there are traces when Baisha walks on the ground, and there are traces of the air around Zhuang Yujie.

And Plath in front of him was simply standing, but Huang Heng felt that something inexplicable was attacking him.

After a moment's pause, the thing had already grazed Huang Heng's cheek, and a purple mark appeared on Huang Heng's face.

Think about it carefully, when I first met Plath yesterday, he held investigator Xiaobai out of thin air, maybe he used this ability, but what exactly is this ability?

Maybe a hand.

Huang Heng can only make such a judgment.

But even if he knew that it was an invisible hand, Huang Heng could not launch an effective attack.

The air was still dull, and Huang Heng closed his eyes to feel the sharp sound of the wind brought by this invisible hand.

Plath screamed, her voice like a hymn-singing eunuch. He screamed, "No one escapes God's curse!" ”

"Crooked mouth monk chanting!" Huang Heng sneered as he dodged, although he didn't know if this foreigner could understand this local colloquialism.

Plath understood well, and he shrieked and reciprocated Huang Heng's taunt with a sharper attack.

"Water!"

A voice came from behind Huang Heng, and Huang Heng was stunned after hearing it, but he didn't expect to be hit in the right shoulder again, and he took himself to the sewage canal under the cement platform.

Huang Heng opened his eyes and looked at everything in front of him in amazement.

It turned out that after he fell into the water, a whirlwind suddenly surged behind him, bringing the sewage up through Huang Heng to Huang Heng's front. After the sewage falls, what Plath controls is clearly visible.

I don't know who is so smart, just seeing this ability can judge the method of restraint.

The sludge-stained hand paused, and was retracted at the same time as Plath waved his hand. Huang Heng only had time to see who was behind him?

Le Yiyi smiled and wiped the sweat droplets from her forehead, obviously not very comfortable in this humid and stuffy air.

She looked at Huang Heng, who was covered with sludge, and covered her nose with disgust and said, "Be careful, this person is very powerful, he is the number two person in the mouse moving organization, and his ability is assessed as SS level." Also, don't lean in, it stinks! ”

Huang Heng shrugged his shoulders, he didn't want to do this, but in desperation, he could only retract his footsteps close to Le Yiyi and asked, "Why did you come here, those people have solved it?" ”

"The people who supported in the back came, but they were blocked behind, and the leader asked me to come and see you, for fear that you wouldn't be able to handle it alone, and that's the case."

"Oh." Huang Heng responded dullly, looking at Plath, who was poor in skills in front of him.

After Plath retracted his ability, he put on a harmless appearance of humans and animals, and said softly: "It's me who lost my temper, I didn't understand that I would get angry in such a place, I'm sorry." ”

"Where you need to apologize is only in the area of anger?" Huang Heng squinted his eyes, looked at the cute Plath and asked, I don't know how this person could be so fickle.

"God bless me." Seeing the ice blade suddenly appearing in Huang Heng's hand, Plath took a deep breath and said with a reverent face.

"Cultists, don't say anything about God, make people laugh!" Le Yiyi took two steps forward and sneered.

"Cultists?" Huang Heng was stunned.

"Don't you see that the churchist's cross is in this style?" Le Yiyi pointed to Plath's chest and said.

Huang Heng looked at it intently, it was indeed strange to say, generally speaking, the cross on the chest of the believers was the same length at the left and right ends, while the upper and lower ends were short at the top and long at the bottom.

The wooden cross on Plath's chest was indeed long at one end.

Just, what's wrong with that?

"That pattern is a symbol of Satan." Seeing that Huang Heng was still confused, Le Yiyi couldn't help but cover her head and sigh and said, I really don't know why Huang Heng is so uncommon-sense.