The eighth picture shows a group of peasants who have broken into the mansion, holding scythes and shovels, rushing towards the unusually tall gate of the mansion on the right side of the painting, inside which is completely dark, and a group of peasants seem to be running to the gate of hell one after another, and they stand on the steps of insignificant and insignificant under the huge mansion. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info

This composition of large buildings and small human beings has become a stereotype, and the oppressive atmosphere seems to be trying to control Wang Ji's emotions in the dark, making him feel terror and collapse. However, Wang Ji's mind was so firm that it was terrifying.

"These ordinary people began to break in and look for death, and the mansion in the picture is constantly dark and huge, and the people are getting smaller and smaller."

Wang Ji continued to walk down.

In the ninth, a group of intruders is still depicted, but these intruders are young men in green military uniforms with small red notebooks, and they point to the mansion on the right. A group of people still frantically pounced on the gate of the mansion like locusts, and it was still pitch black inside. Compared to the eighth painting, it only changed the identity of the intruder, but in the darkness, there was a faint face opposite Wang Ji, and at the same time, there were some creaking sounds inexplicably in the mansion, like the sound of bones being torn and broken.

"This painting suggests that even in special times, she did not suffer, and the intruders were still small and ignorant, and came to seek death."

Wang Ji went to the tenth.

In the mansion, six people dressed in modern clothes and carrying bags ran to the right of the picture, some of them were forty years old, and some of them were very young, and they ran in fear with their small bodies and portraits larger than them, running into the darkness at the end of the right.

"It's the gang of thieves, they're trapped in here. I see, all the intruders were lost in the mansion, and I saw them later. ”

Wang Ji probably understood.

The eleventh picture.

This is a completely different picture from the previous one, clockwise. On the left side of the picture is the sleeping Wang team, the right hand with a finger missing is still exposed outside the quilt, and next to him stands a tall figure, blood-stained leather pants, exposed upper body, and the raised scythe Although it is not visible, the shadow has been reflected on the face of the king team. Behind the bedroom door, a blonde woman was crying. She was in tears, but her face was smiling, and her eyes were opposite Wang Ji.

Suddenly, blood flowed from her eyes, but she was still smiling and looking at Wang Ji.

"So now is it my turn?"

Wang Ji looked at the bloodied Lady Isha in the painting and walked to the twelfth painting.

In the painting, a dark shadow in dark clothes as if it was burning stands where Wang Ji is now, looking at a portrait. It was looking at a night demon looking at a painting inside, and the painting couldn't see the contents clearly, but the demon could still see the layout of the scene when he looked at the painting. A night demon looks at another night demon in the painting, and the night demon in the painting is like this, infinitely reincarnating a story and scene. The sense of depression that all the previous paintings gave him reached its peak on this painting.

Wang Ji turned his head and walked to the first portrait at the beginning, returning to the origin of zero. The original photo was originally of Lady Isha pointing him to the right, but now before she knew it, Isa's gesture had changed, she was pointing to the right, but now her gesture was pointing to Wang Ji.

As Wang Ji saw Lady Isa's smile, the cry of the woman wandering in the darkness instantly turned into a sharp grin. The woman's laughter began to echo rapidly in the mansion, echoing in all corners. Soon, a rough laugh also came to mind, and then a lot of ghostly laughter began to sound, and the wind seemed to be blowing outside, and the sound of banana leaves rustled wildly. The open office door used to have moonlight, but now it was completely dark.

The black mist completely enveloped the entire mansion.

As a night demon, Wang Ji still had blood-red six-pointed stars in his eyes, and everything in his eyes was gray, and the details were infinitely clear. With a click, the wooden plank at his feet shattered, and a rotten claw suddenly reached out and grabbed Wang Ji's leg, filled with an unpleasant smell of wax. Wang Ji's eyes were quick, and he stepped on the skull claws with one foot, and then turned around and quickly went to the office where he came.

Laugh loudly!

Dangdang!

A dense banging sound sounded on the door of the first floor of the mansion, as if there were many unknown things banging on the door. Wang Ji was unusually calm, and the night breeze from the balcony blew from the dark office, which was extremely cold. At this time, strange footsteps began to make noise on the roof, and in the direction of the balcony, something seemed to be lapping on the masonry.

In the darkness of the king, Wang Ji's shadow was almost imperceptible, but he still clearly recognized that the strange things outside could sense his presence. He silently woke up the black bow, and the black wing mark in the palm of his hand suddenly spread his wings, and instantly opened a bow as black as ink, and the folded wings on both sides of the bow flicked like a knife, and the strong bow immediately showed the weather, the length almost exceeded Wang Ji's height, and the blades were lined up, full of domineering.

The wave-particle duality opened its pitch-black wings in the palm of his hand, like a sharp blade, and the purple-red bowstring was silently pulled away by him, and the pulling force of a bowstring was flexible and soft, obviously struggling but not making him feel very laborious, and the pull was unusually soft, and in an instant, a palpable light arrow was formed between his hands, completely integrated with the darkness like his night demon suit. Even more.

In his Daredevil vision, the entire world in the dark is painted with a layer of gray and white, but due to some whiteish reasons, all the details and even the change of the spectrum show a completely different color depth and detail. He had thought that the Dark Light Bolt was black, but he didn't expect it to be completely invisible in the demon's vision.

The so-called dark light is not dark, but the kind of light that is truly invisible. All kinds of natural light will have completely different color depths in Wang Ji's eyes as a distinction. But it is completely transparent and invisible, and the so-called darkness is a real invisible.

The darkness was shattered by a roar, the wooden plank on the stairs was suddenly knocked open, and the monster that had just stretched out its skull claws jumped out and pounced on Wang Ji!

Loose the strings, let the arrows go!

This time, Wang Ji didn't dodge, he silently released the bowstring, the bowstring went from tatense to relaxed, without releasing the slightest sound, and the departure of the dark light arrow also showed a speed that was imperceptible to the naked eye, and in the moment of the loose string, it had shot straight through the monster that was rushing towards him, and the screaming monster was instantly wiped out!

"What a powerful weapon!"

Wang Ji couldn't help but say in his heart. The moment the dark light bolt touches the monster, it immediately evaporates, without any mud and water, and kills it cleanly. The performance of the new weapon, wave-particle duality, far exceeded his expectations in all aspects, and it can be described as the ultimate weapon of physical destruction.

Draw the bow and get the arrow!

Wang Ji's movements did not stop because of this, and he couldn't get excited in such an urgent situation. With a bang, the door of the mansion was slammed open, dozens of headless monsters rushed in from the gate, and the unpleasant smell of wax water also swept away with the night wind, Wang Ji locked the huge figure behind the headless monster at a glance, and an arrow was released again, and the executioner's huge body of more than two meters instantly evaporated into nothingness, not even a trace of green smoke came out.

"Gotta find that civilization legacy, there are too many of them to my detriment." After releasing the arrow, Wang Ji quickly turned around and ran in the direction of the balcony, running desperately while pulling the bow and arrowing! No matter how strong the bow is, he can't be surrounded, otherwise no matter how strong the weapon is, it won't be able to return to the sky.

Syllable!

Glass shattered! A tall figure crashed in from the balcony, standing less than a meter in front of him, the black mist revealed a gap, and under the moonlight, the dark scythe had been raised!

Wang Ji took advantage of the situation to release the arrow, shot it, and rushed to the balcony from a cloud of gray smoke, a short and sharp laugh suddenly sounded, and a rotten wax monster suddenly jumped out of the balcony railing, and its long claws quickly jumped into the air, waving its squeaky claws and pounced on him!

Wang Ji took a step back and stabilized his center of gravity, the magic eye locked the pounced thing, he pushed the bow sideways, and hit the ghost thing with the bow head-on!

Syllable!

The blade slashed at the waist, knocking the ghost into a pile of wax and splashing it down. Wang Ji jumped forward with his bow and jumped from the balcony to the ground, and at the same time he let go of the bowstring, and the colorless light arrow shot quickly at the executioner who was climbing onto the balcony, and shot the next arrow at close range!

He had not been trained in bows and arrows, but with his sensitivity and nervous reaction beyond the past, he grasped the judgment of rough accuracy at this moment and released a ray of light. Wang Ji didn't know how many monsters there were, but the wave-particle duality loaded with 200 rounds should be enough for him to survive.

Landing, gallery.

It wasn't until he felt the ground that Wang Ji found himself standing in the gallery again, and the portrait of Lady Isa was not far away. The moment he landed, everything was back to the beginning.

"Just ......"

Wang Ji suddenly felt an extreme sense of absurdity in his heart, and the painting in front of him was still the scene of the demon admiring the painting, reproducing the situation he was facing now. The demon in the portrait was admiring the demon admiring the portrait, and an infinite reincarnation unfolded clearly in front of him, and he jumped off the balcony and returned to the original point.

"I see."

It dawned on him what this painting meant, what it meant.

This time, Wang Ji did not act rashly.

Standing in this position, the dim space could not stop the thoroughness of his bloody eyes. As soon as he jumped out of the balcony of the mansion, he would return to square one, and then wander endlessly. It's like the gang of thieves who died not long ago, and the young people who can't get out.

"If I didn't guess wrong, no matter how I went, I wouldn't be able to escape this mansion, and I wouldn't be able to escape the monsters. I see, it turns out that the first two nights of getting lost are real. It's just that they're much safer than where I'm now. ”