The katana in Wang Ning's hand had already been cut to the edge, and there were already many gaps in the blade, so he had to throw it away, picked up another katana scattered on the ground, and began to search room by room. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

After searching and finding no ninja, I went to the elevator door.

The door of the elevator opened automatically, Wang Ning walked in, pressed and held the pause button, checked carefully, and found no problems, so he went down to the third floor.

Out of the elevator door, Wang Ning felt a light in front of him, and saw that the decoration of this floor was obviously more than one level higher.

The walls are no longer like the first and second floors, but the rough granite is smoothed out, but pasted with high-grade marble, and the gaps in the marble are decorated with pure gold partitions, which look resplendent and beautiful under the soft overhead light.

On the floor of the corridor, there is a velvet carpet, and it is very soft and comfortable to step on, and a paper man in overalls, with a dull face and a lifeless face, is vacuuming the carpet.

The paper man's eyebrows, eyes, nose and mouth, including the clothes on his body, are all painted, but the size of his body is basically the same as that of a normal person.

The shape of the vacuum cleaner is also very strange, at first glance, it looks like the shape of a horse, and if you look closely, it looks like a donkey, the dust collector pipe sticks out of the donkey's mouth, and there is a saddle on the donkey's back.

In this underground fortress, a paper figure appeared, holding a weird dust collector, cleaning here, no matter how you look at it, this thing is not very normal.

As the saying goes: there must be a demon when things go wrong, Wang Ning's heart was extra careful, standing in place and not moving, staring at the paper man, carefully observing the paper man's every move, hoping to figure out as soon as possible what this is.

As if he didn't see Wang Ning, the paper man held the dust collector pipe, lowered his head, and continued to move forward and clean.

In the empty corridor, the whirring inhalation of the dust collector echoed, and the sound of the paper man's clothes as he walked around, like shaking an old newspaper.

The speed of the paper man's progress seemed to be slow, but in fact it was as fast as lightning, and he came to Wang Ning in the blink of an eye.

Wang Ning didn't dare to be careless, the katana was raised with a bang, and the tip of the knife slashed at the paper man's face, wanting to cut through the paper man's face to see what was under the layer of paper on the surface.

At the moment when Wang Ning's knife tip was about to touch the paper man's face, a sudden change occurred.

Poof, the suction cup of the dust collection tube is changed from vacuuming to spraying dust outward.

A large amount of dust erupted sharply, spreading in an instant, wrapping Wang Ning in the dust.

The dust obscured the light, as if the whole world had fallen into chaos all at once, and there were no fingers around.

Wang Ning secretly shouted in his heart that it was not good, he had fallen for the trick of this paper man.

In such an environment where you can't see your fingers, you can't see the enemy clearly, and any danger can happen.

The situation changed abruptly, and there were crises all around, but Wang Ningyi was bold, although he was shocked, he was not afraid, his body jumped up violently, and he performed the gecko swimming wall, and clinged to the ceiling.

Snort, snort, snort, a dense sound of breaking the air came from under him, and countless small objects passed through the place where Wang Ning was standing.

Poison Needle!

Wang Ning had practiced the Dance of Death, and was very sensitive to poisons, smelling the tiny objects passing under his body, the smell of them, and the sound of breaking the air, he accurately judged that these must be poisonous needles, and the poison on the poisonous needles was the kind of poison that sealed his throat when he saw blood.

The concentration of the surrounding dust has almost reached the level of saturation, not only the visibility around it has been reduced to zero, but even people can't breathe at all, Wang Ning had to hold his breath and cling to the ceiling, waiting for the dust to settle.

At this time, the smoke and dust are filled, and it is the most unwise thing to attack rashly.

Whirring, the sound of dust collectors vacuuming came from the hallway again.

The smoke and dust are filled, Wang Ning can't see the paper man, and the paper man can't see Wang Ning either, if you wait for the dust to settle down by itself, I'm afraid it will take an hour, it seems that the paper man doesn't have the patience to wait, so he turned on the dust collector and began to absorb the dust in the corridor.

The dust collector in the paper man's hand has a very high efficiency of dust collection, and after a few minutes, more than half of the dust in the corridor has been absorbed, and the visibility slowly begins to improve.

At this time, Wang Ning was clinging to the ceiling, almost invisible under the diffuse dust, and the paper figure was standing on the floor, and his figure was completely exposed to Wang Ning's field of vision.

With a rare opportunity, Wang Ning quietly took out two butterfly labels, shook his hand, and the butterfly labels flew out and went straight to the face door of the paper man.

The dust collector in the paper man's hand was raised violently without warning, and the suction cup was aimed at the two butterfly labels, and with a bang, the two butterfly labels were sucked in.

Inside the dust collection tube, there was a tooth-squeaking sound, which was obviously the sharp corner of the butterfly mark, cutting through the inner wall of the dust collection pipe, making a sound.

Wang Ning's butterfly label is made of special materials, extremely sharp, and issued by internal force, its destructive power is indescribable, if it is an ordinary steel pipe, it must be worn through.

The dust collection tube in the paper man's hand is obviously not made of ordinary materials, and such a powerful butterfly mark has not been scratched, which shows that its hardness is not ordinary.

The scream of the butterfly mark crossing the dust collector tube just sounded, Wang Ning had already moved, his body followed closely behind the two butterfly labels, swept past the dust collector tube, held the katana horizontally in his right hand, and the internal force was infused, clinging to the dust collector tube, sliding down, and wiping the neck of the paper man.

Wang Ning's movement was too fast, like a frightening wave, as fast as lightning, and the light of the katana had just risen, and it had already reached the jaw of the paper man.

The paper man's movements were not slow, and he hurriedly raised his head in danger, but he was still a little slower, and the blade of the katana, against the tip of the paper man's nose, was sharpened.

There was a stabbing sound, and the flat skin of the paper man was lifted up by the blade of the katana, and a stream of blood arrows shot out, followed by a muffled snort, and the paper man flew onto the donkey-shaped dust collector and sat on the saddle.

The dust collector started suddenly, and the four donkey legs and hooves below flew like arrows off the string, swishing out.

It wasn't until the end of the corridor that the donkey-shaped dust collector stopped its hooves and turned around.

The paper man riding on the donkey-shaped dust collector disappeared from the paper covering his face, revealing a skeletal-like face with skin and bones, no longer visible with any muscles.

Wang Ning looked closely, and saw that the skin on this face was completely attached to the skull, and the blood vessels on the face were like earthworms, winding and twisting, making this face even more eerie and terrifying.

Maybe it's this face, it's so terrifying, this person will use a piece of paper to paint the skin, completely covering his face.