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The small buildings at the edge of the seventh complex all look similar, looking like confessionals in churches, but this small flat-roofed house is hideous and weird, with stone spikes and unknown thorn plants on the outside, and the door is open but you can't see a single star clearly, and the black hole looks like a ghost mouth that devours everything, which is really terrifying. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info

Zhang Xiao naturally didn't think that the building was really as big as a small house, not to mention the weirdness of the Seventh Complex itself, the spiritual space alone was boundless and unrealistic, and the space distortion was really normal.

It's just that he didn't expect that he would see the strange situation in front of him in the shadows of the gate of this building with his head and face covered......

Boom, boom, boom

There was a loud sound that reverberated incessantly, deafening and irritating.

In front of me is a narrow room, no bed, no tables and chairs, not even a lamp, only with the help of the street lamp outside the window to vaguely see the messy floor in the corner of the room.

"Where is this?" Zhang Xiao muttered, but he couldn't even hear his own voice, not only in his mouth, but also in his heart.

-- The loud noise in the distance has become the dominant sound, and even the notes of the mind in the mind can hardly be played.

Zhang Xiao stood in place blankly, he couldn't figure out the situation a little, he couldn't remember what happened, and he couldn't remember what to do, but after a while, the loud noise that made people irritable and nauseous suddenly disappeared, his ears suddenly cleared, and his mind was immediately clear.

The blankness in Zhang Xiao's eyes was immediately replaced by vigilance, and without thinking about what was happening, he waved his hand and pulled out a knife out of thin air.

It looked like his ghost head knife, a hideous ghost head swallowing mouth, a sharp blade with a cold light, and a small bell hanging on the back of the knife, which would sound a breathtaking bell when it was waved, which was extremely evil.

But of course, this is not the real body of the ghost head knife, that thing is protecting Zhang Xiao's consciousness "outside".

In fact, this is just a ghost head knife imagined by Zhang Xiao's consciousness, it has no shape, no power, and it will not be more powerful than fists and feet in this consciousness space, and it is just a weapon that is better than nothing.

Zhang Xiao naturally didn't fantasize about the ghost head knife for fun, although it was silent, but the moment he regained consciousness, his hair stood on end, and he felt that the enemy who was close at hand was behind him!

It was too late to turn around to meet the enemy, and there was no room for dodging in the cramped room, so he wasted energy to imagine a weapon without even thinking about confirming it.

-- The reason why it's a ghost-headed knife is just a matter of habit.

As soon as the ghost head knife appeared in his hand, Zhang Xiao did not hesitate at all, with a turn of his wrist, the knife moved with him, and there was no room for hair, and the knife was turned upside down by him and erected behind him, and it was actually a style of Su Qin's back sword that was deployed.

I only heard the sound of "ding", and it really blocked some metal hard objects.

Zhang Xiao secretly said that it was dangerous, and it was even more lucky in his heart, if it weren't for the consciousness space, he wouldn't be able to play such a difficult thrilling action.

Not to mention anything else, just the style of Su Qin's back sword, Zhang Xiao knew that he would never be able to use it in reality, if it weren't for this consciousness space, his consciousness body was the past stand-in "Scarlet Nightmare", and his shoulder and wrist were definitely seriously injured at this time, and even the whole root was broken.

Martial arts and national arts are not so easy to see, every move and style does not have a thousand tempered practices, let alone fighting, and they can't even be used.

Zhang Xiao naturally has no time to learn martial arts and national arts, and being able to perform them is purely to take advantage of the sensitive consciousness and strong consciousness in the consciousness space.

At this time, if you succeed in a move, you don't hesitate, and the imaginary strain is connected.

The knife did not retract, with the swing of the wrist, the tip of the knife was like spirituality, and it followed the retreating enemy, and it was actually a move of the immortal to guide the way with his back to the enemy.

This move is so fast and accurate that it is almost inseparable from the front and left and right of the enemy, and if the enemy who has never met before does not want to be stabbed, he can only retreat, keep retreating!

Although Zhang Xiao still didn't have time to turn around, this move had the upper hand, and the enemy could only retreat, but in the end, he could only choose to suffer a knife in this cramped room, and at most he could only avoid the vital point.

But the knife was gone, and the expected feeling did not come, Zhang Xiao only felt that the knife was empty, and his heart was empty, and the knife was still nothing in the end, so he could only fall helplessly.

Although he couldn't see the situation behind him, Zhang Xiao was awe-inspiring in his heart, knowing that the scene behind him was completely different from the cramped small house in front of him, and there was another mystery.

But fortunately, although the move just now was not exhausted, in the end it still forced the close enemy away and reversed the situation, so Zhang Xiao was not discouraged, and his vigilance was mixed with curiosity, and he slowly turned around.

Zhang Xiao actually had some guesses about the enemies behind him, and long before entering Hayada Jiro's consciousness, he had thought about the enemies he might encounter on this trip, and in his mind, it was nothing more than the fragments of memories of the strange snake and the Hayada Jiro who was lured and twisted by the strange snake.

And after resuming his thoughts just now, seeing this small room clearly, and thinking about the fading noise in the distance, he vaguely guessed that the enemy behind him was probably a painful memory of Jiro Hayata's early years-an unbearable memory of being lured and distorted by a strange snake.

But when Zhang Xiao turned around, what he saw in front of him surprised him.

"You...... Who are you?! ”

Zhang Xiao's eyes widened, looking at the guy in front of him, it was not that he couldn't recognize the other party, but he couldn't believe it.

What appeared in front of him was not a transparent snake, nor some distorted fragment of a bad memory of Jiro Hayata, but a person, a man who had long since died, an unlucky guy who had been killed by Zhang Xiao himself—the man in military uniform who had been stabbed by Zhang Xiao in a helicopter.

The man in military uniform in front of him still maintained the appearance he had when he died, although his head was still on his neck, but on his chest below the neck, the scarlet blood stains stained by the dark military uniform had already explained his tragic end, and it proved that Zhang Xiao's memory was not faked.

"Hmph, who do you say I am? You murderer of mine! ”

Listening to Zhang Xiao's words, the man in military uniform sneered, and the voice that spoke made Zhang Xiao confirm his identity.

"Sure enough, it's your ......"

Zhang Xiao only said half a sentence and then kept silent, because there was no doubt that the man in military uniform would appear in front of him, and it must be a ghost caused by a transparent snake.

It is meaningless to ask the other party whether he is a human or a ghost, and he does not ask the other party a brain-dead question such as "why is he here" - since he appears in front of him, he is the enemy, and if he is the enemy, Zhang Xiao will not show mercy.

"Although I'm a little sorry for killing you the first time, the second time you found your own death."

Zhang Xiao quietly clenched the knife in his hand.

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Thank you for the reward of "Silver Chariot Requiem", thank you. (To be continued.) )