Qi Fei ran wildly all the way, I don't know how many corridors he ran through, and everywhere was white. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ

He finally stopped in a corner, leaned against the wall and began to retch, he had no food in his stomach, and he vomited for a long time without vomiting anything.

Turning around, leaning limply against the snow-white wall, his body gradually slipped and sat down on the ground.

Stepping on the road to the starry sky, my frivolity has ended, my dignity has sunk into the earth, my eyes are twinkling and desolate, and my soul is singing loneliness.

Qi Fei's eyes were blank, his face was gloomy, and he looked heartbroken.

The black cat jumped off his shoulder and yelled at him twice, "How" twice, is it light, just walked a berserk vest, is this going to be the rhythm of another melancholy vest?

Qi Fei looked at the black cat, the corners of his mouth twitched, and he slowly stood up and staggered forward without saying a word.

I don't know how many corridors I turned around, and there was a white expanse everywhere, which was a design that drove people crazy.

Qi Fei didn't think about finding the right way out, but the problem was that there was white everywhere, and every hundred or so meters was a corridor, what compass, compass were all invalid, and even the infinite thousand miles of eyes, the intelligent communication ring could not receive a signal at all, and he couldn't judge how to go was right and how to go was wrong.

At this time, hunger is no longer a problem, and the most important thing is to preserve sanity first in such a place.

Qi Fei took a deep breath, then calmed down, closed his eyes slightly, and walked forward only by feeling, he couldn't see ahead, and the black cat followed behind his feet, and from time to time "whooped" twice to paint his existence.

The labyrinth has no years, and hunger does not know years.

Just when Qi Fei felt that he was about to faint from hunger, his hands touched a door, and then his nose smelled the aroma of food.

The stimulus was so strong that he opened his eyes to see two half-open white doors, and his hands were resting on one of the pages.

These two white doors are very large, inside the white door is a spacious hall, the hall is playing beautiful music, there are people coming and going, there are men and women, old and young, some holding wine glasses in their hands, and some holding a small plate, inside is exquisite food.

Is this a hallucination? Qi Fei rubbed his eyes, and at a glance he saw a long row of self-service food tables on one side of the hall, which were full of plates, with all kinds of fruits, pastries, bacon, and roast goose on the plates.

Nima, no matter, Lao Tzu is dying of hunger, Qi Fei's eyes lit up, and he walked over quickly.

There was no one to stop him, and occasionally someone nodded and smiled after making eye contact with him.

It was too weird, Qi Fei didn't dare to think much about it, he stood by the food table, looked at the fragrant bacon, licked his lips, and still didn't dare to make a move after all.

I really can't see what kind of meat this is, I don't want to eat human flesh.

He turned his head with difficulty, grabbed a pile of fruit and began to eat it, and the fruit tasted good, and he found another tray, filled it with pastries, and then found a corner, sat down quietly, and ate it with great pleasure.

Ten minutes later, he touched his stomach and began to scrutinize the hall.

At that moment, the music stopped abruptly, and everyone stopped what they were doing and looked into the innermost part of the hall, where a thin old man with a goatee was standing.

The old man was dressed very elegantly, that is, the goatee was meticulously combed, he stretched out his hands to the sides and made a gesture to ask for silence, and then smiled slightly.

"Good evening, ladies and gentlemen."

Applause rang out in the hall, and everyone bowed: "Good evening, Emperor." ”

Qi Fei hid in the corner and almost stared out his eyeballs, Emperor? What the Great? Where is the Emperor!

The old man with the goatee waved his hand humbly: "Gentlemen and ladies are too polite, as the reincarnation of the Vacuum Emperor, I have not yet become an emperor, but I will become an emperor sooner or later." ”

"The Great Emperor will become the Emperor." Everyone spoke in unison.

The corners of Qi Fei's mouth twitched, did he enter a mental hospital?

The more he thought about it, the more wrong it became, assuming that this labyrinth was full of crazy people, or mentally ill people, then where did all this food and clothing come from?

There was something even more wrong, from the moment he entered the door of this hall, he felt that something was wrong, but he was hungry in his belly, and he didn't think so much, and at this moment he saw that the men, women, and children here acted in surprisingly unison, and even every syllable of his speech coincided in the slightest, as if it were spoken from the same mouth, which was also too strange.

What is wrong, Qi Fei frowned, and suddenly, a flash of inspiration moved in his mind, it seemed that everyone in this hall before was repeating the same action every few minutes, or nodding and smiling, or shrugging his shoulders and spreading his hands, or coming to the shelf to get food.

And from the moment they came in, everyone repeated the same action at least three times, until the old man with the goatee appeared.

What's going on here? Qi Fei was taken aback in his heart, could it be that these are not real human beings in front of him, so what are they? Ghosts shouldn't be, puppets...... Or is everything an illusion of oneself?

Qi Fei quietly stood up and prepared to leave, this is not a good place!

Suddenly, the old man with a goatee in front of him coughed lightly: "Okay, the dinner is almost over, let's play a game, this game is called the Last Supper." ”

"The Last Supper." Everyone said in unison.

Then, everyone automatically lined up in two rows, and the goatee's old man's gaze crossed the hall and fell on Qi Fei's body.

"Young man, I see that your bones are strange, your talent is abnormal, and you will become a great weapon in the future, come on, come and assist me in completing this game."

The old man with the goatee had a blazing gaze that seemed to carry a magical power.

The Last Supper? Qi Fei was stunned, Cheng Nima's masterpiece!

It's not a good thing to hear this name, but I don't want to think of myself as food for the next banquet.

He was very vigilant in his heart, but with a smile on the corner of his mouth, he nodded, bowed deeply to the old man with a goatee quite cultivatedly, and then walked forward in a mechanical way.

"The Last Supper, assist the Emperor in completing the game." Everyone in the hall repeated like zombie puppets.

Seeing that he was about to reach the door, Qi Fei suddenly turned around sharply, and ran out of the door.