I don't know how long it took, Su Que struggled out of the darkness and slowly regained consciousness.

She opened her hand and concentrated her attention on her hand, only to see that in the complex lines of the palms of her hands, a small pinch of electric sparks slowly condensed.

Silver electric sparks flickered and jumped, as if celebrating the joy of a new life.

On the ground next to it lay a gray and dead eel.

The sky outside was no longer dark, but it was also gloomy and sunless, like a child who had lost candy with a sad and disappointed face.

Dense clouds covered the sky, but under the gray and black clouds hung eight suns, like traces of water on rice paper, covered with a layer of hazy bright light, which seemed to be warm, but they were only the presence of light bulbs in the refrigerator.

The dim light enters the small room, casting a deep shadow on everything in the room, making it mysterious and eerie.

Su Que half-crouched on the ground and probed for the ability.

From today onwards, everything here will be the Shura field she is familiar with.

It was dark in the room.

Beside her, the shadow of a cabinet began to distort, slowly seeping out of the ground like water, and the disgusting black mist particles slowly condensed together, converging into a hideous grimace with intertwined lines, slowly emitting a strange smile.

The direction of alignment is behind Su Que.

Su Que seemed to realize something, and turned his head sharply.

At this moment of lightning, the water-like shadow quickly condensed into shape, and its five fingers stretched out, grabbing Su Que like claws.

Su Que's nerves tightened, his muscles twitched, and he fell to the other side violently, and his shoes rubbed against the ground to make a dry and harsh noise, narrowly avoiding the blow.

The shadow fluttered into the air, and the water-like body was attached to the wall, swimming slowly on the dark yellow wall.

The shadow of the lower body is connected to the bottom of the cabinet, but the shadow of the upper body turns into a human face, a pure black face with no facial features, and only a huge mouth that dominates the whole face, which is open at this time, smiling fiercely at Su Que, and the mouth is gloomy.

Su Que's nerves were tense, and the muscles of his whole body were tensed together again after a short period of relaxation, but the blood in the meridians was cold, penetrating to the white fingertips, and the heart in the chest seemed to be about to jump out, and all of a sudden he was carrying fear, almost overwhelmed.

Her face was a little ugly, although she only survived two last days and died in the third last life because she was too young and had a weak starting point in her previous life.

But she still clearly remembers the apocalyptic creatures of the end of Vientiane, the nameless ones who lurk in the darkness, mirrors and shadows.

The Nameless Wanders in all darkness and nothingness, and their bodies are like ink, ready to attack.

The 2D Lost Name will scam the survivor into obtaining the name in exchange for a physical opportunity.

And in the last days of Vientiane, the name represents everything, even more important than life.

The person whose name has been deceived by the nameless person becomes the new nameless, which is explained in philosophical terms - 'losing oneself'

And this monster in front of him is like an out-and-out primitive nameless.

Probably at the beginning of the last days, the Nameless had not yet come up with such a shady way to let the two-dimensional Nameless Ones steal their names to strengthen their power, so they chose the direct attack of the Physical Nameless.

Su Que calmed down, but his left hand was secretly clenched into a fist, faintly dispatching the abilities of his body.

The pores of the whole body are constantly excreting sweat, and the fine beads of sweat are densely integrated with the fibers of the clothes, and after a while, a large piece of the placket is wet, and it is dried in the dry air, giving the skin a cool chill.

With this chill, Su Que's mind cleared slightly, and she understood that if she wanted to eliminate this nihilistic nameless, she couldn't rely on her own brute force alone, and the best way was to use her own abilities and rely on the power of thunder and lightning to destroy it.

The Nameless Man clinging to the wall lurks silently, as if waiting for the best opportunity.

A cold gray beam of light shone into the narrow room, making the floor and bed particularly messy, and the dust drifted in the air, and the eerie darkness seemed to lurk a ferocious monster, watching its prey.

The left side was covered with mottled old marks, the pitted dark yellow walls were covered with a large flowing ink, and a large, hideous grimace appeared and disappeared on the ink, and a large mouth was curved into an eerie smile.

Su Que's eyes stared at the water-like ink, his muscles were tense, his calves trembled slightly, and his left hand behind his back faintly emitted a silver spark.

When it was too late, the shadow hidden on the wall suddenly jerked, the ink condensed, and several tentacles quickly pulled into a line like ramen, and with a messy sound of breaking the air, they hit Su Que fiercely.

Su Que's pupils shrank, his muscle strength quickly accumulated, and with a string of electric sparks, he hit the inky black tentacles with his backhand.

The tentacles couldn't dodge it, and when it hit it, it was split by a messy electric spark, and a large cloud of black smoke suddenly flew up, emitting a burnt paste smell, which continued to spread in the air.

Su Que turned around and leaned against the table and gasped, the dry air was sucked directly into his mouth, causing a burst of dehydration and dryness in his throat.

The sharp edges of the table pressed against her lower back, and the characteristic coolness of the woodwork made her shiver of fear for no reason.

She faintly remembered that it was the same in her previous life, and the pervasive fear still haunted her when she recalled it now.

A voice in her heart secretly told herself that she must not die, and since she was born again, she had to live happily again.

Most of Su Que's clothes were wet with sweat, and the sweat in his palms was almost overflowing, and there was a faint lubricating wetness.

The shadow obviously didn't want to let her go, so he slid down the wall when he couldn't hit her, and with a pull of the shadow at the bottom of the kitchen cabinet under him, he stabbed Su Que in the heart like an arrow like a chestnut in fire, and almost saw a wisp of black smoke as fast as possible.

Su Que had long expected that when it was gaining momentum, it slammed away, and its body rushed to one side, narrowly avoiding the blow of the wind, but it tripped over the stool, and its body was weightless, and it fell to the ground fiercely, splashing a cloud of dust.

Su Que only felt a dull pain in her body, accompanied by a cool ground, a piece of dust rushed to her cheeks, Su Que did not dare to slack off, she ignored the pain, quickly supported the ground with both hands, and turned over.

The ground she had just been on was dented by the inky black tentacles in an instant, penetrating the entire floor, and she could almost see the residents of the lower floors through the huge hole.

In the midst of the tension, Su Que faintly heard a few women's exclamations.

Su Que leaned against the table fiercely, his hands condensed with electric light, staggered in front of him, and looked at it with a wary expression.

The crackling sound was particularly harsh in the silence.

The shadow suffered once, the black qi dispersed, and the darkness seemed to shrink with fear.

The gray and black sunlight shone on Su Que's body, and Su Que stared at the ghost in front of her, dark and intertwined, but there seemed to be something surging behind her.

The grimace condensed by the shadow suddenly tilted its head, and a strange smile bent out of a hideous mouth.

Su Que secretly said in her heart that it was not good, a chill quickly jumped on her back, and she vaguely felt that there seemed to be a faint pillow on her head and neck...... Faces.

Su Que's shoulders stiffened, and a cool breeze blew into his eyelids.

She turned her head a little bit with dry joints, as if for the first time in more than ten years of life, she found that turning her head was so difficult.

In the aftermath of his eyes, he saw a huge pitch-black face in the distance.

It has no facial features, only a slender mouth on the lower part of its face, which bends into an eerie crescent moon that exudes bursts of cold air.

It was also at the same moment that Su Que was covered in a cold sweat, and his mind turned pale and he felt that his situation was not good.

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