Faced with such a chaotic scene, Zhan Jingyi made a decision in a hurry, retreating quickly, his body constantly bending and deforming, dodging the attack, and opening a certain distance from the battlefield.

He really needed a certain amount of time now to sort out the chaotic thoughts in his mind......

"Why did everyone become candle dragons?"

"Even Luojia, who has been following him all the time, will suddenly turn into a candle dragon?"

"What the hell is going on, is it caused by Dai Lianfu's ability? Or is it another Psychic Artifact? ”

"Is it yourself who is mentally polluted by this ability? Or a candle dragon? Or is it Luojia? ”

He couldn't figure out now whether it was Candle Dragon and Luojia who had been assimilated by Dai Lianfu's ability and were desperately enemies of him, or was it that in fact, in the eyes of Candle Dragon and Luojia, he had changed his appearance and was frantically attacking them with others?

To put it simply, in the same courtyard, the three of them are now fighting alone.

Looking at a familiar teammate turned into a different kind of killing machine?

Zhan Jingyi's heart was tightly suspended, these two people were his teammates, and he absolutely did not agree that they would be hurt, especially by himself.

But in the face of the current situation, how should I distinguish the real Candle Dragon and Luojia?

"What kind of spiritual pollution, or ability, or spiritual deformation magic tool does this belong to?"

Zhan Jingyi felt helpless for the first time in this courtyard in the face of this chaotic situation in front of him.

There was no support and analysis from the special team, there was no information for me to understand, and even my teammates around me lost contact, and all this happened very quickly and strangely.

In the face of such a chaotic situation, considering the safety of his teammates, he couldn't let go of the fight, and he couldn't fight back against the opponent's attack, and he couldn't leave directly regardless of the life or death of his teammates.

It's really a feeling of being in a dilemma and struggling.

In particular, with such a kaleidoscopic array of forms, where people can die at any moment, he doesn't even have enough time to analyze the logical chain and find the source of the pollution.

All this made Zhan Jingyi feel a little anxious in his heart, and also gave him an urge to kill desperately.

But he also clearly understands that the strength of the current situation lies in the most powerful counterattack ability of the tainted people.

Not only could he not shoot at will, but he didn't even dare to hurt these candle dragons, which seriously limited his ability.

Candle Dragon and Luojia, both of them are their own team members, especially Candle Dragon, who is the first friend he met after joining the 502 Institute, and he can be regarded as chatting.

If it wasn't a last resort, Zhan Jingyi really didn't want to see them die in his own hands.

So......

How can I resolve the situation and save the two of them safely?

……

Zhan Jingyi, who forcibly calmed himself down and calmed down, turned his mind quickly while dodging all kinds of attacks from the candle dragons.

This ability is really terrifying, it can make anyone look like their teammates, and even create chaos so that they can't judge which two are their teammates in a hostile relationship.

"Even if he changes the appearance of my teammates, there must be something that hasn't been changed by it......"

"Otherwise, everyone should rush to me now, not fight each other......"

"This seems to have been deliberately arranged, and some of those people should have deliberately killed their companions to disrupt my judgment, or rather, he did influence Candle Dragon and Luojia at this time, causing them to fall into chaos......

"Even if I can analyze this, it seems useless, and my focus now should be on how to distinguish between them......

When thinking about these things in his heart, Zhan Jingyi's body was flexible and vigorous, shuttling through this chaotic battlefield.

Dodge bullets that flew at you, as well as razed blades.

In front of me are the faces of candle dragons one after another, some eerie, some weird.

What's more, every candle dragon is so good that it doesn't conform to human common sense, and under the cross-pounce, every second brings great pressure to himself......

"Is this the true strength of the candle dragon or the superhuman system, when he does his best?"

Zhan Jingyi thought in his heart, while quickly dodging two bricks, dodging a bullet, reaching out and holding down a candle dragon who wanted to hug him closely, and at the same time thought in his heart: "He is indeed a little different from me, the ability of the superhuman system has been developed by him to the extreme......"

"Huh?"

Zhan Jingyi suddenly realized that now was not the time for him to wander.

He also pressed a candle dragon under his hand, and the touch under his hand was cold, and he couldn't help but pinch it, it didn't look like flesh and blood, it looked like a dead thing.

In his mind, a bright light flashed, and he suddenly thought of how to distinguish the candle dragon and Luojia from the crowd.

These fake candle dragons, probably because they are corpses or have been preserved in extreme cold, do not feel as hot enough as a living person.

And the reason why these fake candle dragons can move is not that they are really alive, but that they are controlled by some strange ability or energy, just like zombies, but passively manipulated.

So, as long as you catch them and try the touch, you can feel the changes in their body temperature, and you can also distinguish between their real and fake.

And just now, according to Zhan Jingyi's recollections, when Luojia just changed, he pressed her shoulder, and the touch did not change.

But at this time, the leg he was holding was clearly another kind of cold touch, a kind of dead man-like coldness.

……

Case......

Zhan Jingyi's body, which was dodging left and right, suddenly stopped, his hands were folded in a circle, and with a "click", the neck of the candle dragon beside him was twisted by him.

He muttered softly, "In that case, then I'll play with you and see how I break your dog's head." ”

As he muttered to himself, someone rushed at him, holding a gun in both hands, and shot at him repeatedly.

"Click" ......

Zhan Jingyi kicked the ground, and his leg bones made a crisp sound, transforming the power of his legs into propulsion, and the speed was suddenly raised, and his body seemed to become an afterimage in the moonlight, light and fast, swaying from side to side like a tumbler, as if he had lost his weight and dodged the oncoming bullets.

At the same time, he stepped forward sharply and grabbed the man's arm, and the touch coming from the palm of his hand was a kind of cold and hard coldness.

Zhan Jingyi raised his head violently, revealing a strange and hideous smile to this "candle dragon".

Then he stepped forward, palmed his head, and pushed hard towards the pillar behind him.

"Click"

Under his strength, the head of this "candle dragon" directly shattered, scattering cold plasma all over the ground.

In the next moment, Zhan Jingyi's figure rushed to the left, his feet stepped on the pillar, went around half a circle, dodged the attack of a "candle dragon" with a gun and a dagger, and when his feet were still on the pillar, his two hands had already hung down and grabbed their arms.

Feeling the cold feeling coming from the palm of his hand, Zhan Jingyi knew that these two people were also fakes.

So when his body began to fall downward, he had already reached forward with his palms, grabbed the necks of the two "candle dragons", and then slammed into the middle.

"Bang ......"

The two heads slammed into each other fiercely, as if two eggs collided, the blood flowed, and the heads of the two "candle dragons" exploded directly, shook and fell to the ground.

"Bang!" "Bang!" ……

Gunfire flickered incessantly in the courtyard, illuminating the dim courtyard in a flashing light.

In this courtyard where bullets, daggers, wooden sticks and other weapons are intertwined, Zhan Jingyi's figure shuttles through the crowd.

Occasionally, by the light of the gunfire, you can see his flexible figure and calm to indifferent, but there seems to be some excitement in his eyes.

Everywhere he interspersed, one candle dragon after another fell down like a straw.

Some twisted into strange shapes, some had their bodies split open, and most of them had their heads cracked.

Because he wasn't sure what it was and whether it would be resurrected again, Zhan Jingyi was very heavy and tried his best to completely destroy it.

Soon, when the waning moon quietly shone on the earth, the candle dragons in the courtyard were rapidly decreasing.

It wasn't until there were only four or five people standing in this courtyard that Zhan Jingyi suddenly stopped.

He slowly raised his hand and wiped the blood from his clothes.

The mood gradually relaxed, and then he smiled, and looked at the few remaining "candle dragons" in the yard.