In the hallway reflected by the setting sun, Lizzie was levitated and gliding in mid-air.

The robes that enveloped her body fluttered behind her, and a cold aura enveloped her body, and Lizzie glided forward a few inches above the ground without being bound by gravity.

The corridor was filled with unusual heat and a strong choking ** smell, and the cheap wooden floor turned as bright red as blood in the setting sun. The rays of the setting sun outlined the interlaced silhouettes of light and shadow, but not Liki's shadow, and she slashed around the corner and continued to rush forward.

Immediately behind was the impenetrable darkness, which eroded the "sunset corridor" and steadily advanced in the direction of Lizzie. In the darkness, countless points of light shone brightly, as if they were about to break through the darkness and rush into the light of the setting sun.

There was a burst of sounds, and it was a grunt.

It was high and long, like the cry of a baby, and it was sharp and quivering, like the sound of fingernails grinding against the floor.

Hidden in the darkness is nothing else, the human soul. The flickering points of light came from the "flames" that entwined around the limbs of nearly a hundred human souls. The flames burned violently, but instead of astigmatizing the light and heat around them, they were devouring them with all their might.

The soul of a man, the soul of a woman, the soul of the elderly, the soul of the youth......

- These are all abnormal souls.

The man holding the woman's head made a silent sound. The old man with one hand missing, with rotten eyeballs hanging from his face. Only the youth from the top of his chest are entangled with the souls that are spliced together like entertainment worms. On the ventral side of the "centipede", several small men with swollen bellies but scrawny snuggled together.

Strange souls emerge from the depths of the darkness, human souls above and below, and they burst out of the darkness to chase after Lizzie. The overlapping limbs entangle or fuse with each other, forming a massive aggregate similar to the foreign body encountered earlier.

The misshapen assemblage contains countless hands and feet. They streaked across the ground, advancing with the momentum of a raging wave. Every time it runs over a lone soul, it absorbs that soul and gradually expands in size. The largest one had swelled to the left and right sides of the hallway.

Despite being chased by a large number of foreign objects, Lizzie appeared to be quite calm. In her soul form, "floating", which is the main means of movement, does not require a body, which allows her to rush forward quickly, and even have the spare energy to occasionally turn her head to visually measure the distance between her and the foreign object.

Gradually, the distance between her and the foreign objects gradually decreased, and the foreign objects looked large and bloated, but in the absence of a physical object, no matter how large they were, it was difficult to affect mobility. In their territory, they move quite intimidatingly

The mutilated souls came like the waves of the sea. Around the massive mass, several souls lying on their backs crawled to the ground like spiders. They were like pioneers, and when they saw that they were about to touch Lizzie, they immediately opened their mouths wide and shouted exaggeratedly.

A corner appeared in front of her, and an illusory voice came from the other side of the corner, and in order not to be overtaken by the pursuers behind her, Lizzie further accelerated her forward degree. At that moment, a hand stretched out from the wall beside Lizzie again, and it stretched strangely in Lizzie's direction like the tentacles of some kind of creature.

I don't know how many times I've experienced such a sneak attack tonight, and even if it doesn't succeed, these guys are still unwilling to give up lightly. Lizzie's forward momentum diminished, and she leapt into the air, reaching out and slamming her hand down on the shoulder of the male ghost who tried to grab her.

Suddenly, the shoulder of the spirit, which seemed to have been soaked in acid for a while, was torn open by Lizzie's bare hands, and the broken fragments turned into black gas and smeared the sunset corridor. The counterattack was not over, as Lizzie grabbed the spirit's wound hard, dragging it out of the wall and throwing it down.

Wrestling fighting techniques are difficult to damage souls that are barely affected by gravity, but Lizzie's attack seems to have had an effect this time. With a silent wail, the translucent body of most of the corroded man suddenly fell uncontrollably.

What devoured the man's body was a cavern in the floor - the hard wooden floor had been shattered at some point, and the hole was black in its place. The hole was just right where Lizzie was about to step on, no doubt a trap designed to deal with her.

A fishy wind burst out of it, and in the center of the cavern lay something malicious, a crowded soul, frantic and crowded, thirsting for fresh blood and flesh. I don't know if the man noticed, the sharp teeth and the elongated tongue...... I don't intend to distinguish between friend and foe.

In an instant, the man who had fallen into the pit was completely buried in the floor from the waist down, and a scream like vomiting blood erupted from his throat and echoed through the corridors. And under the invisible pit, there was a snapping sound that only happened when I chewed or torn.

The screaming man stretched out his hand, as if calling for Lizzie's mercy, but he had lost his strength and made no sound except for a hollow gasp. As the one who was called, Lizzie didn't even stop, and even used him as a stepping stone to cross the pit.

When the man's soul used its last strength to let out a wail, Lizzie didn't either, just continued to rush forward. Soon, the pit that had completely devoured the man closed its mouth in an instant. The demons that lurked with it sank deep into the floor and disappeared without a trace.

On the floor behind her, a large collection of souls writhed, continuing to chase after Lizzie. They gradually increased the degree of travel. The souls' cries were shrill and piercing, and the stench of corpses and sweet rancid stench came to the nostrils, and the collective of souls pressed towards Lizzie.

Lizzie knew that this "corridor" was not an actual scene, but a vision of the past pieced together from fragments of memory. It is very troublesome to act in the illusion, and if you don't know which ones are "real illusions" and which ones are the ones that can block you, you must follow the image action manifested by the illusion.

Lizzie was a little anxious about the action, but she had to admit that the situation was not good, and it was too late for her to avoid the trap just now. The pace that had been maintained with great difficulty was disrupted, and the degree of action had slowed down. In a predictable time, the other party will catch up with you.

- Since you're sure to be caught up, let's let the boring hide-and-seek come to an end.

Turning the next corner, Lizzie traversed the hallway of the apparition, waving her hands, leaving several chalky marks on the walls along the way. Under the flickering white light, the black robe flew over, and Lizzie increased the degree to the fastest speed, and continued to run forward.

The landscape in front of her changed, and the hallway soaked in the sunset instantly faded into darkness, and in front of Lizzie appeared a walkway full of people. These people are not souls, but mere images. Looking at their costumes, this image is probably a fragment from decades ago.

The image repeats itself, and the men repeat their movements, slowly rushing in the direction where Lizzie is running. And in the direction they came was a high wall. The images first appeared at the base of the wall, then slowly walked down the hallway, disappearing into the darkness behind Lizzie.

The retrograde crowd couldn't hold Lizzie back, and it was a different story with the entire wall blocking the road. Lizzie's rush slowed down, and she turned and ran into a room with an open door.

The souls who thought they had driven their prey to a dead end opened their mouths at the same time in an instant. Countless limbs swayed happily like a lawn blown by the wind. The scarred heads also let out disturbing cries from the premonition that they were about to receive superior bait.

The leading ensemble followed closely behind Lizzie. The door that she casually closed did its trick at this point, preventing them from rushing straight into the room for the time being. However, the wall panels made of a thin layer of illusions were only covered in a moment by the unstoppable darkness, and they were about to be destroyed.

Thorn -

Like the sound of tearing paper, the illusion was destroyed in an instant by the collective of souls, and it shifted its lower body, ready to pounce on its prey. A few of the souls that followed it could not hold back and rushed through the destroyed portal, trying to come out on top.

It's a pity that it was not only Lizzy who greeted them, but also a large number of Rubik's Cubes she set up in an instant. Dense lines crawled all over the small room, and the flickering brilliance brewed an extraordinary aura that eclipsed the strange flames that burned on the souls.

The loss of intelligence does not mean the loss of instinct, and the sense of threat that makes the soul stop being frightened makes the strange soul rushing forward can't help but stop. When they stopped, they were immediately crushed by the soul collection rushing from behind, turning into black shards and scattering.

Lizzie looked up at the enemies gathered in front of her with a mocking look on her face.

She raised her hand and filled the final command into the Rubik's Cube, and the arranged mana trajectory was connected in an instant, extracting the mana scattered in the illusion structure and converting it into energy. The scribbled words written by Gao were lit up one by one, giving the Rubik's Cube even more power.

In an instant, a torrent of magical power erupted from the Rubik's Cube.

The undisguised pure energy shines with a dazzling brilliance, and even the naked eye can catch the light that illuminates half of the sky and explodes next to the art building. The remaining energy escapes and explodes into a gust of air, blowing directly away the vegetation on the lawn where the torrent flows.

Suddenly, the image of the entire classroom was shattered, and the empty dark frame was silent, and the chirping of the bound souls came to an abrupt end. The souls that were hit head-on by the torrent of magic were scattered in one fell swoop, and the souls' illusory bodies were all shattered into dark fragments.

Now all they have left is the core of their souls, which is pendant in the darkness like fireflies.

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