Qi Zihuan stood still, facing the triangle iron head corridor, and the black pressure insect tide rushed like a big wave.

Although regarded as an opponent, Qi Zihuan still admired the character of the triangle iron head who was not pretentious, not handsome, and taciturn.

Nala's extremely stylish triangular helmet, low-key luxury.

The vigorous and powerful bare muscles are sexy

The popular and fashionable Scottish apron is mature and a little charming.

The long-handled kitchen knife mops the floor, exuding a dragon-like domineering spirit.

If I had to describe it in one word, it would be stunning!

Qi Zihuan has been in the world of Silent Hill for so long, and he has been busy following Rose and Sybil's butts, running around.

The main reason for this phenomenon is that he has never figured out the specific relationship between the three worlds of Silent Hill - he was busy playing with Xiaohui when he was watching a movie. Because he keeps switching between the real world, the surface world and the inner world, he is afraid that he will never be able to get out of the world again, so he only dares to follow the protagonist and pretend to be a dog.

Now, after continuous observation and two more experiences of getting dark, I finally have a score in my heart.

Needless to say in the real world, Silent Hill is an ordinary abandoned town, great and a little gas, not to mention District 51 in terms of mystery, not even Chernobyl.

The world on the surface and the world on the inside look very different, one gray and the other dark. But in fact, it is just the day and night of the same world, created entirely by the hatred of Alesa, imprisoning all the people who disappeared when the town caught fire in 1974, which can be seen as a parallel space to the real world, but also has an interface with the real world.

As for the intermittent transformation of black and gray, it can be explained by the classical Marxist theory - everything develops in a curve. Alesha's hatred power is not divine power, since there is no eternal light, it is naturally a profit and a loss, when the power tide curve enters the rising period, breaking through a certain critical point, it will enter the inner world of monsters, and when the curve enters the sinking period, it will enter a relatively calm surface world.

Once he broke the complex "triadism" that he had mistakenly thought before, and merged the surface world and the inner world into one, Qi Zihuan found that the problem he faced was much simpler.

It's nothing more than using resentment to create an independent space, who hasn't played this trick Chu Renmei and Jia Coconut? It's just a monster with a lot of inner emotions.

No creativity, bad reviews!

After his thoughts cleared, Qi Zihuan finally decided to make a move.

He casually shook off a black beetle that was biting the golden armor from his arm, and slowly pressed it with his foot, and the whole insect was trampled open, and green juice flowed sideways.

"It's obviously a shell man who pushes dung balls, if you have to say that it's a scarab, and you worship it as a sun god, those Egyptians are also weird enough."

He habitually complained in his mouth, looked up at the triangle head that had begun to drag his heavy steps slowly, and smiled defiantly.

The golden light on his body was full of light, and the beetles clinging to his body were burned and fell one after another.

Holding a sword in his right hand and drawing talismans, the edge of his palm slapped towards the wooden tower, and the small golden and purple snakes continued to shoot in all directions, swimming from one beetle to another, and dozens of beetles were wiped out before each thunderbolt was exhausted.

Qi Zihuan's body suddenly emptied, leaving only the thick insect corpses on the ground.

stepped on the insect corpse and strode towards the triangular iron head.

When there was still a distance of two or three meters, the big knife with the triangular iron head had already slashed down with a whistling sound of breaking through the air.

As the saying goes, an inch is long and an inch is strong.

Even if Qi Zihuan had the peachwood sword blessed by the door god, he would never dare to take this powerful sword.

A sliding step dodged, and at the moment when the big knife split a crack in the ground, he jumped softly to the back of the knife, and with a little tiptoe, the whole person swept towards the triangular iron head.

The arm was straight, in a straight line with the wooden sword in his hand, without any false moves, piercing the edge under the triangular iron helmet.

The throat is an absolute vital point for any humanoid creature, and if it is injured, it will die.

The triangle iron head didn't have time to retract the knife and defend himself, only to see the muscles in his neck and even his collarbone rolling, and a sarcoma bulging out of his throat.

How much cholesterol is this taking...... Qi Zihuan was depressed to find that the tip of the sword had only pierced into the sarcoma for a short time, and he could no longer enter, and he was even clamped, and it took a lot of effort to even pull it out.

Syllable!

The empty left hand of the triangle iron head waved vigorously, like a fly, and flew Qi Zihuan to the wall.

Before he could catch his breath, the big knife swept again, because the length of the knife was too long, and the tip of the knife cut the wall all the way, but the force and speed did not decrease at all, and in the blink of an eye, Qi Zihuan's head was about to be cut off.

Qi Zihuan only felt that the cold was pressing, and the hairs on his body stood up, and he shrank his head and rolled on the spot, rolling to the feet of the triangle iron head without any image.

The peachwood sword slammed into the slam.

Hind Achilles tendon! If I can't stab you, you'll break your balance!

Such a big man, once he falls to the ground, it's not for me to rub ...... Hum Hum Hum ......

Before YY was finished, the peachwood sword had been sharpened, but only the light white marks were left, and the feet were still unmoving.

Turning over and getting up, dodging the giant palm that was caught, Qi Zihuan used the agility and speed bonuses brought by Xiao Teng's movement technique and Yunyou's footwork to constantly swim around the triangle iron head, stabbing left from time to time, slashing a sword from the right, and the golden purple thunder and lightning were also let go several times, but they never saw their success.

This monster is a body that trains thirteen Taibao, and the next plate is amazingly stable, and a long knife dances vigorously, how should this be broken?

Although the triangle iron head is full of power, it is inevitable that his movements are a little slow, and Qi Zihuan is as slippery as a loach, so it is said that he should be helpless.

But I can't bear that people have helpers, the black beetle with the scientific name dung beetle went forward and did not hesitate to attach itself to Qi Zihuan, flew in front of his eyes, and even piled up under his feet, all in order to cause even a little obstacle to his movements.

It's just that this kind of obstacle has accumulated a lot, Qi Zihuan was slapped twice again, and once he narrowly shaved off a handful of hair.

If it continues like this, sooner or later it will be split in two.

Qi Zihuan jumped a little farther away, hunched over, and kept panting.

The triangle head still tirelessly walked with the knife.

Qi Zihuan's eyes froze, and he straddled diagonally to the right, causing the long knife to slash and then dodge the left rush, and directly fell into the arms of the triangular iron head.

The peachwood sword is inserted into the junction of the iron helmet and the neck from the bottom up, and it is not deep in the face of sarcoma.

The strong arm clamped Qi Zihuan in his arms, strangling his bones and making him dizzy.

He bit the tip of his tongue, a mouthful of blood spurted out, and the black light of the wooden sword became thicker and thicker, and he advanced again.

It's this that makes a gap between the helmet and the sarcoma.

The wooden tower tapped his sword-wielding right hand, and a trace of thumb-thick lightning drilled into the gap.

The triangle iron head grabbed his arm and gradually loosened, and then slowly and limply drooped.

Qi Zihuan withdrew the wooden sword, and took advantage of the other party's paralyzed state to aim at the heart and was about to pierce it.

This time there is no sarcoma to block it.

Suddenly, the gray and white skin of the surrounding walls began to grow in reverse, covering the original reddish-brown blood stains and iron wire.

Outside the window, soft "snowflakes" drifted in.

When the day dawned, the watch world descended.

When I looked down again, the triangular iron head under the sword and the insect corpses all over the ground were gone.

The empty hallway was silent for a moment, then erupted into an angry roar.

"You're a fool! I even used the Scroll Back to the City! ”