When she raised her hand sideways to dodge, the silk thread scraped across the back of her hand was like the sharpest weapon, piercing through the depths of the spirit.

Su Nanzhi stood motionless, staring at the silk threads that spread all over the room,

These threads are condensed by resentment, and can be driven by a single movement of the mind, controlling not only the body, but also the spirit.

If you are not careful, you will be made into a puppet by the seemingly soft and delicate silk thread, and become as miserable and strange as the spirit in front of you.

The silk thread paused for a few seconds, and suddenly approached Su Nanzhi's body, and there was already a crisscrossing line of sight behind her, and there was no way back.

Su Nanzhi raised his hand to block the peachwood sword in front of him and swept over, hell, cut off the silk thread and dropped 10% of the wear and tear, but the silk thread condensed again in the next second.

On their home turf, it's so outrageous.

If you continue to consume it like this, you can't get out of it after using up a peachwood sword.

Su Nanzhi raised his eyes, and the purification power condensed in his hand broke the silk thread inch by inch, and then rushed to the puppet in front of him with a peachwood sword in his hand.

Although it is made into a puppet, it is not a little flexible, and there are endless silk threads.

It's just a little monster, and it's already tricky.

Sunanzhi stabbed the peachwood sword into the puppet's body, and a silk thread also passed through her palm at this time.

This sword added purification power, looking at the fall to the ground, the appearance was restored to its original appearance, the body was like a burned puppet, and Su Nanzhi calmly pulled out the silk thread in his palm.

The pain made her gasp, and she wanted to pull out a tendon at this feeling.

Sunanzhi understood that that thing was to connect other planes in the same way, affecting the resentful spirits in the special game source world.

What kind of resentment can bear such terrible power.

I don't know if other people will also encounter such a puppet ghost, and the ability to focus on players who can't deal with this kind of power will be very troublesome.

Su Nanzhi looked at the white corner in the gap behind the place where the puppet was standing, just in case, she used the vine to take it in her hand.

It's a painting that doesn't look like something that would be found in this place.

It is a place that resembles an execution table, or altar.

The simple composition, like a casual painting, feels familiar no matter how you look at it, as if you have seen this style of painting somewhere.

Sunanzhi put away the painting and looked around, but found no other clues.

Fight a monster, give a clue?

Doesn't that thing want to stop the player?

If the system can do things under its nose, it still makes the system look for so long to locate the strong man in this world?

Su Nanzhi couldn't figure it out.

Whether the painting is a clue or a trap is also uncertain.

Back on the street, Sunanzhi prepared to look for the place on the painting as she walked.

There is nothing in the information bar of the system interface, time is stagnant, and she doesn't know how long she has been walking, and when the sky suddenly darkens, Su Nanzhi stopped and turned to look back.

A layer of black mist quickly swept across the sky, and in a moment, the whole street seemed to be lively.

In the corner of the thick darkness, something crawled out.

A patchwork body, limbs folded abnormally, causing it to crawl on the ground in an eerie position, with several different faces squeezed on its head.

They seemed to pull outward in pain, as if trying to break free from the restraints of this body, and the skin collapsed to the extreme and then retracted, and then pulled outward, and then pulled back by the strange force.

(End of chapter)