They chuckled under their breath, and so did the man on the ground, bracing himself up, feeling the pressure everywhere in his body.

Pain, blood, dizziness, the incessant repulsion of his body.

He knew that someone couldn't wait.

"Want to drive me away? Want to go to that world? He looked up with a smile: "It seems that this time ...... My memories have not been taken away. ”

This is the confidence that only belongs to Chen Qing.

He looked at the bodies of the two people in the sky, and when he muttered, he also stood up with his body strong.

He stood in front of the cipher table and typed in the numbers that the pillars multiplied by two.

"It's a world of mirrors." He whispered, his eyes fixed on the two men in the sky.

They looked back, their eyes visibly bewildered.

But although they turned their heads, the footsteps under them did not stop.

Chen Qing was stunned.

"What's going on...... No problem with the password...... Why are they still able to get out. He frowned and closed his eyes.

Everything flickered in his eyes as if it were being played upside down.

"They're just one man......" he muttered in a low voice.

"This used to be a mirrored world, a mirrored ...... World. He muttered, and opened his eyes to the sky.

"The password is right. In this world...... A creature that can't exist as a whole in the first place. ”

He whispered, gradually understanding something.

"The password is right. Because this is a mirror world, everything here is divided by 2. Entities are, living beings are, and so are environments. So those pillars...... The real number of them should be multiplied by two! ”

Chen Qing laughed, he laughed again, he struggled, and pushed against the cipher pillar, and at that moment, he fell right in the middle of this pass.

"Everything here must be half done." He looked at the two men in the sky, and their pace seemed to quicken a little.

He looked up and saw a word floating in the sky.

"Everything in the world is in half."

He watched, stretched out his limbs, and lay comfortably on the ground.

"Yes...... That's what everybody is...... The last link that everyone who has come this far. ”

Chen Qing smiled and saw that the world in front of him began to split into two.

He watched as the world above grew brighter and brighter, and they gradually walked upwards to the place of light.

He watched as his surroundings darkened, and the sights began to fade in color.

He watched as he was being eaten away by the darkness, and he watched a mirror appear in front of him.

The mirror was small, the size of a palm.

And next to the mirror, there is also a knife.

The size of the knife seems to be a bit strange, the handle is half an arm long, but the blade is only the same length as the handle, and the overall length is much shorter than the normal knife.

Chen Qing looked at it, and finally a relieved smile appeared on his face.

It's like seeing a child finally grow up and stop messing around.

He held the knife, and a slight hideous smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.

He looked around him, and the darkness had begun to shrink upward.

He threw away the scabbard, and the sword was reversed.

This is a sword with a reverse edge.

A sharp blade that can't kill anyone but yourself.

He held the knife in his hand and raised it in front of him. He looked at himself inside the blade, a smile still on his lips.

"Let's take a gamble...... Anyway, if I lose the bet, why don't I care if it floods after it dies? ”

He chuckled softly, it was a sharp blade that could only kill himself.

He shouted, and he raised the blade.

On the dividing line between darkness and light, in this moment.

A ray of sunshine transcended the light of heaven and faded away from the darkness on the ground.

He pushed the blade in his abdomen little by little, and the tingling and blood loss invisibly increased his difficulty.

A little bit he pushed, little by little he lost his vision.

He only felt that his eyes were black, and he only felt that his abdomen no longer hurt.

He began to feel the lower half of his body.

He began to let go of his hand.

He let go of the blood-stained blade, his fingertips tapping in the river of blood.

"Give it to yourself."

He wrote word by word on the ground.

"Pray that the heavens will see the cause of all truths."

As he wrote, his fingertips seemed to get a little cold.

Is it the blood that comes out of yourself that is cold? Or the body temperature of my own fingers has been lost.

He thought about it for a moment, but it seemed like forever.

He just felt that the world had darkened...... Apparently the world has changed.

And then little by little, little by little, he fell asleep.

……

But is that really the end of it?

The moment he lost consciousness, Chen Qing in the sky began to ooze blood.

His body began to crack from the middle to the sides, and little by little, the skin pockets exposed the bones, and as his skin cracked, his bones began to break.

The bones seemed to have been crushed, and they became bone meal and fell downward.

Immediately after, blood dripped down.

Immediately after, he fell.

He seemed to have lost the thing under his feet, calculating the speed of free fall, calculating the distance between strength and height, and landed heavily next to Chen Qing.

With his fall, the darkness was stained red with blood.

The blood oozed outward, and after flowing for more than half a minute, it fused with Chen Qing's blood.

The two of them were lying down, but the pool of blood began to fluctuate slightly.

At first, it was just a few waves, and the cascading circles spread outward.

Immediately afterward, several immature rattans surged in the river of blood, and those rattans were like earthworms, constantly wriggling on the ground.

Immediately after that, the strips of flesh began to grow, and they became slender and vicious.

They began to try to strangle their accomplices, and they used their bodies to wrap themselves tightly with their companions.

They elongated their bodies, and when they fell, they became new food, and they piled up, and the places with a little less blood had died to the point that there was nothing left.

But on Chen Qing's body, on the person who fell to the ground and splashed blood, his body was crawling with tapeworms several meters long, and those insects burrowed into his body, and every time they got in, their tails grew a little.

They ate away at the fresh corpse, and gradually, the whole corpse was only a rattan on it.

They were tossing and turning, too late to fight their companions, and they agitated, making the corpse several centimeters larger.

Immediately after, his bone marrow was eaten dry, and the spine of more than a meter was filled with four or five tapeworm-like vines that entered through their tails and pushed the spinal cord in front of them with their heads.

Soon after, the corpse was consumed.

They faced this corpse as white as jade, picking and choosing, but they couldn't find half a place to put down.

They searched, and before they could look at their companions, they were drawn to the faint smell of blood.

The smell of blood seemed to displease them, as if the blood were some filthy thing.

They hesitated, probing their brains in mid-air, hundreds, thousands of tapeworms swaying on the white bones.

Soon, however, some thin, hungry rattans began to burrow towards their companions' tails.

That's the easiest to attack and the softest place to attack.

They gnawed at their accomplices, causing the gigantic tapeworms to crawl slowly toward the last remaining blood.

The larger ones are at the front, and the smaller ones are behind.

They gnaw at each other's bodies, seeking to live to a new source of blood.

They squirmed as hard as they could, little by little, returning to the home where they had been conceived.

They squirmed, and in this moment realized what the fear was from the depths of their souls.

They turned their heads, but just as they were about to leave, a larger vine, a real vine, derived from Chen Qing's abdomen.

The meat vine rolled up all the tapeworms around him who wanted to turn back, and in the unstoppable struggle and resistance, he took those insects into Chen Qing's body.

They surged wildly in the blood that gave birth to them, but they could not resist the dissipation of their bodies.

They struggled, and more and more tapeworms were swept into their bellies.

There were fewer of them, and Chen Qing was getting closer and closer to his lower body.

It wasn't until the moment the wounds met that he began to have a consciousness in his mind.

He listened to the whispers of a manic mania, the screams and wails rising and falling in his ears.

He realized that he was not dead.

In this moment, he watched the world in front of him become colorful, and he felt the flesh vines on his body constantly waving and dancing.

He held back, pulling out the remaining fragments of snacks from his pocket.

Not much, but there is a slap in the face.

After he swallowed his lower abdomen, the illusion in his eyes and the noise around him dissipated.

At this moment, Chen Qing found that the world he was in had become bird-like, and the gray-brown vegetation was gone.

He was about to say something, and just as he was about to say something, everything in front of him disappeared.

Instead, there was a pale yellow wall that seemed to cut off the whole world, and the world inside the wall was on its side.

He was about to take a step, but a crisp crack came from under his feet.

He lowered his head, and the leg bone of the skeleton at his feet had been broken by him.

He looked down, but he didn't notice that in the open space more than ten meters away from him, a person appeared at some point.

He may have appeared there the moment Chen Qing looked away.

Maybe it was the last time he looked up......

He looked at the person in front of him, who was as thin as firewood, and his body had long since lost his life.

He was only recognizable as a person, and more of a mummy's appearance.

"Yes......" He was silent for a moment, vaguely uneasy.

He had prayed to the shrine to see the messenger behind all this.

It's him?

He took two steps forward, and a pale blue glow erupted from the dry corpse's eyes.

He's dead, but he's alive, a point between life and death that keeps leaning towards death.

He whispered, looking down to see a skeleton as white as jade.

"Are you...... The first investigator to make it this alive...... It's you...... It's you! ”

He looked at Chen Qing and let out a giggle from his mouth, his voice seemed to be a little sarcastic, which made Chen Qing frown.

"Investigator?"

"Yes...... Yes, just like before. He said sarcastically, his body seeming to move: "Investigator...... A professional name based on 'Lanting Nightclub'.

What do you like to call it, mercenary? Detective? What do you love to call it? He looked at Chen Qing, and his strange patience made the other party a little strange.

This sense of abnormality pervades every word...... Where the hell did it come from?