Teng Yunshen immediately realized that something was wrong. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info

How long has it been since the last time he was able to do what he wanted to do as he wished, not the "wish" of twisting the enemy's head off their necks? Two days? Teng Yunshen was very suspicious that it happened two hundred years ago.

And the last time there was a period of frequent episodes when things were bad—come on. Compared to the current troubles, all the pain before, even if it is erased from memory, is not a "big deal".

Even when he was at his most "nothing", he didn't have to worry about whether he would survive to the next second. At that time, perhaps only a driver who did not obey the traffic rules would threaten his life. But now it is different, the world is revealing its unknown side, the sinister side, all the time.

The mysterious route has changed somehow.

Teng Yunshen could find some familiar feelings. The first time I drank alcohol, I drank many, many drinks. Conscious, but still doesn't feel right, not very good. He was sure that he would not fall at any moment, but he feared that such confidence was just a bluff. He couldn't help but be suspicious. The dizziness was coming, and he seemed to be walking on a rope bridge that looked like it was in disrepair. The guides swear to be safe, but who knows?

Then, just as he was still suffering from gains and losses, the mysterious route ended. It is strange to use "end" to describe a route, but Teng Yunshen has this word in mind. And, probably, there are no more appropriate words than this. It ends, not a journey that ends at the end, but a route...... It was gone, as sudden as it had appeared, and it caught him off guard.

Teng Yunshen returned to the labyrinth. It was silent, as if nothing had happened, as if the darkness had drowned out the passage of time and the traces that had been left here.

However, he could smell blood. It was a scent he might like, one that came from the precious witch's blood, with its sweet magic.

He turned his head and found a faint glow in the darkness, the witch's rapier, which flashed and taunted him silently. "You killed me. "It seems to be talking, the witch is like talking. "But you can't escape death. ”

Teng Yunshen walked towards the corpse. "We are going to die. He figured he realized it after his hands were covered in blood. And after he found out that he was a killer, he no longer had the luxury of a peaceful death.

He set the butcher's knife aside and picked up the witch's weapon.

The weight of the rapier was much heavier than expected, and the weight was unevenly distributed, the blade was very light and light, and the hilt and handguard were the opposite. However, he will be able to adapt eventually. When it comes to killing, he's always improved very, very fast.

Teng Yunshen casually stabbed a few swords into the air. An imperceptible temperature stretched out in his palm, and the hilt of the sword was distinctly cold. He was getting acquainted with the rapier and binding it to himself.

He felt the magic lurking in the sword, and he was a little surprised, the magic seemed to be less than he had imagined...... But where does the criterion of more or less come from? He had no clue about it.

Teng Yunshen looked back at the empty darkness. He was counting on the mysterious route to open again so that he could leave this disturbing place. There was no one here for the time being, but he had lost his bearings, and he had never been very fond of labyrinths.

Before recklessly breaking in, he had hoped that the Lightning Mage would have escaped far away. Sometimes, accompanying a comrade to death is not the most commendable approach. Someone must survive and do what should be done, only then will the victims not shed their blood in vain, and their ambitions will not be disappointed.

And at this moment, Teng Yunshen's mind changed. There was no danger here, no sign of the forest mage, only endless corridors and boundless darkness. He hoped to be able to go back to the woods and make a long discussion with the Lightning Strike Mage.

He waited a few minutes. Darkness is still darkness, and there is not a trace of waves. He had no choice but to accept the facts: the Lightning Mage followed his advice and left. He was once again alone.

Teng Yunshen sniffled. "Alright. He muttered, "There's nothing to worry about." "He's survived most of the fights alone, and now he's just back to square one. There's nothing wrong with that, at least he doesn't have to be distracted by taking care of others.

May they be safe......

Teng Yunshen was ready to leave. Standing in a daze doesn't help. The last train had already left, and he had to rely on his legs to get out of the situation.

He stared at the butcher's knife he had snatched from the evil wizard.

This terrible broadsword is indestructible, but it is not easy to carry around. Teng Yunshen couldn't hide it in his own world, and he didn't plan to carry it on his shoulder. The specter of fire is burning. They hate living things. Teng Yunshen carefully took it.

Whether or not to give up this knife is the first question in front of Teng Yunshen, and it is quite worth thinking about, the two choices are in a dilemma. It could kill him, or it could save his life.

Teng Yunshen shifted his gaze to the witch's corpse. He quickly had an idea, and even became complacent about it. In the current situation where his eyes are black, it is indeed good to have one thing that can move his brain a little, which lessens the frustration that gripped him.

He untied the cloak around the witch's neck. Although the witch's body was broken into three, her cloak was intact.

The Black Sword Society's uniform turned into an indescribable pile of tatters with the death of its master, making Teng Yunshen think that this was a common feature of magic clothing, until he killed more wizards, only to realize that things were different from what he thought.

Teng Yunshen put the ghosts to a deep sleep, reducing the power of the flames to a minimum. He then used the witch's cloak to bind the blade thickly and thickly. The bright silver fabric quickly blackened under the scorching heat of the ghost. But that's about it. Through a layer of fabric, the magic of the ghosts is no longer so terrifying. Teng Yunshen tied the butcher knife to his back.

Next, he takes the witch's coin for himself. Unlike video games, defeating wizards doesn't always result in a variety of power-ups, and the loot is often only coins.

However, coins are not the same as coins, and different materials mean different magic. Teng Yunshen thinks it's time to study them well.