9 Seven hundred companies

"Don't worry about the old man breaking the door or something? He seems to be really good... I've never seen someone so good at fighting, and when he hits you, he even hits an afterimage. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info" After walking away, Wu Yiling suddenly said.

I looked at her in surprise: "Have you tested your emotional intelligence before?" ”

"Huh? What do you mean? She still didn't know what I meant.

I sighed: "Those people are really protecting you by locking you here, your mouth, your brain, if you were outside, you would have been beaten to death." ”

"Uh, really?" She blinked, lost in thought.

She seems to have forgotten that she was sold by me once before.

...

I'm not completely sure that he won't break through the door, with his strength, it should be easy to break through the iron gate, it depends on how powerful the ghost is.

Although this bad old man is crazy, he also knows how to be afraid, I don't believe that a mentally ill person and ghost can come out intact in a small dark room, and his mental instability is what I can really rely on to kill him.

As long as he's completely insane, he's no threat at all.

I encountered another door, I didn't even think about inserting the key directly to open the door, Wu Yiling suddenly stepped forward and grabbed my arm, worried: "What should I do if I encounter such a madman again?" ”

"Look at it."

There was a click, and I pulled open the door and peeked in.

I didn't find anyone, I thought about it, and handed the key to Wu Yiling: "You insert the key in and wait for me outside the door, you close the door immediately after I find that the situation is wrong and run out." ”

She nodded, although this child is not very easy to use his brain, she can still understand the most basic logical relationship.

Ready, I walked in, first I walked to the toilet, opened it and saw that there was nothing, no smell.

Looking at the bed again, the bed is clean and tidy, the bed is flat, and it looks like it has never lived in it at all.

It's true that there are no traces of people living here, but whether there are others is not necessarily, after all, I have seen a ghost once before, and here, maybe there are.

Just as I was thinking this, my eyes suddenly blurred, I raised my hand and waved it in front of my eyes, I could only see the blurry shadow moving up and down, the whole world seemed to be shrouded in a layer of mist, and everything I saw was hazy and vague.

What's the situation? A sudden change in the environment in the room? I can't feel the water mist, is this purely hallucination? I yelled at Wu Yiling, but I didn't hear a response.

Following my memory, I slowly walked towards the door, and at this time, the fog in front of my eyes had reduced the visibility to a few centimeters, to a heinous level, and it was reasonable that the two Beijing smogs combined were not as good as the "smog" I encountered now.

After a dozen seconds, I was sure I had exited the room, but my eyes were still shrouded in fog, which meant that either something was wrong with my senses or the overall environment had changed drastically.

Wu Yiling disappeared into the mist.

It all started as soon as I walked into that room.

So I was going to go in and search carefully, but when I followed the route of my memory and tried to go inside, I hit the wall.

I can't determine which of these states is caused by cognitive changes, memory changes, or terrain changes.

The pale white light emanated from the lampshade on the ceiling, and the thick fog in front of me reflected a little bit of light, and the path of the light could still be seen relatively clearly, and there were lights on the ceiling at intervals, which became the only way for me to confirm the position I had prescribed.

I pressed against a wall with a door, and after three minutes, the fog was still shrouded in fog, and I didn't find any more doors.

My consciousness began to drift and I even felt drowsy, and when I realized this I immediately woke up and prevented further loss of consciousness, is it because of these fogs that I am like this?

There seems to be only one explanation.

So, why is that? Who released this fog? What is the purpose? If you want to kill me, then now you will stab me directly in the back, I will lie on the ground and kick my legs and blood, I will have no chance to resist.

That... Is this an idle egg pain to get such a thing?

Thinking of this, I immediately thought about it, I leaned against the wall, arms folded on my chest, facing the ceiling is a quality of a hundred times, in an instant the sky is dark, the sun and the moon are dark, from the person himself scolded, changing tricks, up to the ape ancestors, down to hundreds of spring and autumn years after the Nth power of the grandchildren, scolded for half an hour, I felt a little thirsty, only temporarily stopped.

And then another set of quality one hundred companies.

Stopping and resting, after a while, I changed my strategy, almost without thinking more, I very naturally made up a whole set of glorious deeds of the black hand behind the curtain (fog), and based on this, another set of quality hundred companies.

It wasn't until I scolded seven reincarnations, and thought of all kinds of insults, sarcasms, and scolding jokes, that I had to stop.

Because I don't know what to scold anymore.

I've poured out all the foul language I can imagine, a whole seven hundred times! No matter how good the cultivation is, people are probably angry to death, right?

Just when I wondered if I should invent a set of radio gymnastics to match the quality of the 700 companies, and scolded while jumping, I was surprised to find that the fog slowly dissipated, and when the last trace of the fog dissipated, I saw a yellow-haired little boy on the ground who seemed to have passed out, and looking at his immature appearance, he was probably ten years old at most.

I'm still in the room.

What's even more surprising is that there is another person lying next to him, this person is none other than Wu Yiling, compared with the little boy's more peaceful "sleeping position", the corners of her mouth seem to be spitting white foam, and her legs are also twitching and kicking, as if she suddenly pulled over.

I squatted down and checked briefly, and found that both of them were still breathing and not dead, but they fainted for unknown reasons, and I retrieved the key from Wu Yiling's hand, closed and locked the door.

Defend against the old man's gank.

Putting them on the bed, I began to check the room again.

This time I found traces of human life.

This means that the strange little boy is indeed a resident here, and he was the one who plunged me into that kind of fantasy just now.

What is the purpose? He should know when he wakes up.

Not long after, thirty-three minutes to be exact, the two woke up almost at the same time, and their reactions were surprisingly unanimous: covering their ears and shivering against the wall.

"I said... What's going on? That kid, you just made me into a fantasy? ”

He cried miserably: "No, I don't know anything, please shut up!" ”

Looks like he hears.

“...”

I looked at Wu Yiling: "Do you know what's going on?" ”

Her endurance was obviously stronger than that of the little boy beside her, and she said to me in horror: "He is relatively timid, and when he saw a stranger come in, he directly used his special function, as if it was called some misty illusion, and..."

"And then what's wrong?"

She shrank back again, and had a tendency to hug the little boy: "Do you remember, you just scolded someone?" ”

I'm still confused: "Remember, I scolded, what's wrong?" ”

"It's just... It's so ugly! I crawled in from outside the house in pain, trying for you to stop scolding, but I didn't hold on, and the kid seemed to have fainted from the beginning. ”

“...”

I rubbed my chin and said to the boy, "Then why don't you just dispel the illusion?" ”

With tears in his eyes, he put down his hands covering his ears and cried: "I fainted, I don't know anything, that has a duration." ”

It dawned on me that this was the case, and I thought my tactics had worked.