Lin Zhihui went to the supermarket and was recognized by fans, so he could only escape with Candlelight.

Although he has retreated as fast as possible, there are too many people in the supermarket, "Demon World" is now in the limelight again, almost everyone wants to get a glimpse of the true face of the people in the play, and when he heard someone shouting the world's No. 1 Hua Bing, he didn't care whether it was true or not.

At this moment, almost the entire supermarket was in a commotion, everyone was asking what was going on, the crowd was everywhere, and people kept joining the ranks of chasing, and the team gradually grew, Lin Zhihui could be said to have nowhere to hide.

Playing the fastest speed, Lin Zhihui ran through a side road like a gust of wind, rushed into a door at the end, and then gently closed the door, looked back, and couldn't help rolling his eyes.

This seems to be a warehouse, with some broken shelves piled up in it, as well as decorative color plates, Lin Zhihui looked around, and found a window behind a few cover plates standing on the side of the wall.

Outside is the back alley of the supermarket, which can lead to the road, and the footsteps gradually sounded outside the door, Lin Zhihui simply smashed the glass and drilled out of the window, which is only seven or eight meters from the ground, for him now, it is not too high, even if he jumps directly, he will not be injured, grabbing the sewer pipe on the outer wall, Lin Zhihui quickly went below and jumped to the ground.

"It's an exaggeration. Candle Ying's two little paws spread out, making a helpless expression, mortals are really boring, doesn't he just want to go to the supermarket, as if he is going to flee Jedi.

"If it weren't for your greed, where would you be in this trouble. Lin Zhihui patted the dust on his body, and said angrily: "In the future, you can order takeout if you want to eat, and if you don't have it, just endure it, for a year and a half, I won't come to this kind of place." ”

There was a banging sound above his head, Lin Zhihui raised his head, and saw five or six heads squeezed out of the window above, waving his arms vigorously and shouting at him.

"Damn. Seeing that two people had already climbed up the window, Lin Zhihui cursed in a low voice, once again comprehending the madness of the fans, and he didn't dare to linger at the moment, pressed the brim of his hat, turned around and ran along the back alley.

Turning around at a turn along the way, Lin Zhihui ran for five minutes in one breath, and then stopped when he got into an underground garage.

Taking off his hat and fanning the wind, Lin Zhihui felt that this day was really unbearable, I really don't know how those celebrities lived, this kind of thing can be forgotten once or twice, if it goes on for a long time, he can't bear it, do you want to find a way to do some kind of disguise spell.

"Why don't you squeak and realize your mistake? Are you seriously repenting?" Lin Zhihui looked around looking for other exits, and asked Candle Ying, who had not spoken for a long time, but did not hear his response.

Just as he felt strange, Lin Zhihui's body suddenly stiffened, and a warning sign rose in his heart, and out of the corner of his eye, he caught a glimpse of the candle ying lying on his shoulder, motionless, unable to even feel his breath, and the corners of his mouth couldn't help twitching.

The oppressive feeling became more and more obvious, Lin Zhihui grabbed the hat in his hand, took a deep breath quietly, and turned around stiffly.

In the dark space, there was a almost imperceptible sound, and the automatic sensor light overhead did not react at all, and after a while, two Huaiwu figures walked out of the darkness.

These two people are generally tall and short, and their appearance seems to be buckled out of a mold, and even the clothes are exactly the same, so they can't tell who is who.

However, that kind of murderous aura from the inside out made Lin Zhihui subconsciously put himself on guard, took a step back, silently put on a defensive posture, and vigilantly looked at the two people who were gradually approaching.

The two of them stood five steps away from Lin Zhihui, and the one on the left took out a narrow cyan board and shook it.

A blue light came under the hood.

Lin Zhihui didn't have time to dodge at all, and when he reacted, he only felt a slightly cold breath, which swept from head to toe extremely quickly and disappeared.

The person on the left nodded, and the person on the right stepped forward, as if confirmed, and said his name: "Lin Zhihui." ”

The man's voice was low, with a certain metallic texture, it sounded as if it was a symphony of gold and stone, indescribably harsh, Lin Zhihui couldn't help frowning, but he didn't speak.

He grew up watching Journey to the West, so he wouldn't be so stupid that people would agree as soon as he called, in case the other party took out a purple-gold red gourd, he would be put into it as soon as he responded, and when the time came, he would not have the ability of Sun Monkey to get out.

If Zhu Ying, who was pretending to be dead at this time, knew Lin Zhihui's thoughts at this time, he was afraid that he would laugh off his big teeth, most of the Journey to the West were made up by mortals, and the two guys wanted to arrest people, where would it be so difficult, it was enough to move the little fingers.

Lin Zhihui was still standing in place and opening his mind, thinking about how to deal with it, the person on the other side didn't have the patience to waste time with him, he glanced at his companion, and didn't see the person's movements at all, Lin Zhihui felt a flower in front of him, and suddenly lost consciousness.

......

In the incomparably large space, there are hundreds of huge crystal lamps of indescribable style, and the crystals as many as stars sway slightly, exuding a soft and bright light, illuminating the hall below.

In the center of the main hall is an oval-shaped platform, surrounded by several throne-like objects, like a rostrum for a meeting.

Above the platform is an intricate ornament composed of red, yellow, and blue energy rays, constantly flickering.

Outside are layers of jade chairs, densely expanding outward, as if there is no end in sight.

A huge screen, suspended above the seating area, is constantly changing, sometimes with buildings that have never been seen before, sometimes with the most imaginative people, and strange scenes that the most imaginary people can't imagine, and groups of ghost drawings that seem to be words that are completely incomprehensible.

There are also various species that have never been seen before, and they never know where they are hidden in the gate, and they constantly appear in the main hall, laughing and greeting each other.

Lin Zhihui stood motionless on the steps, his mouth half open, maintaining a state of soul flying out of the sky, looking at everything in front of him.

If it weren't for the creatures shuttling around him, there were occasionally a few groups of guys who looked like humans, Lin Zhihui really didn't know if he would be extremely shocked and jump around like a madman.

"Trouble, give way. A slightly shrill voice came from behind him.

Lin Zhihui turned sideways, the corners of his eyes twitched violently, and he looked at a golden hair cake that had been magnified countless times, and squeezed it in front of him.

"This ......" Lin Zhihui took a deep breath, suppressed the urge to explode, clenched his fists, and said word by word: "Who can answer what the hell is this TMD!"