infinite danger

Chapter 198 Collapse

Ji Siwei ran back to the second floor in one breath, stopped in front of the little crayon boy's ward, took a breath, and tried to open the door.

This time, he was not hindered and opened the door smoothly.Ji Siwei turned on the backlight of the phone to shine in, the light shone through the mirror, and he saw a figure inside.

He went into the room and turned on the light.

A bright white light was lit up on the ceiling, flickering non-stop as if something had gone wrong, between flickering, Ji Siwei could clearly see the figure in the mirror—a little man in a striped hospital gown, wrapped in bandages, showing only his indifferent eyes. The boy was looking at him too.

This scene is very similar to the scene when Ji Siwei entered the mirror, except that he was standing outside the mirror and the little boy was standing in the mirror.

Ji Siwei ran around for a whole day, and felt dirty when he stayed in the abandoned hut, so he stood there for several hours, so he simply moved a chair and sat in front of the mirror, just looking at the little boy without speaking.

Seeing him in this weird situation, the crayon boy not only didn't panic, but sat down contentedly. His shirt was full of dirt but he didn't look embarrassed, and his eyes were even calmer, as if he was the one in the mirror world. Owner.

The crayon boy narrowed his eyes uncomfortably: "Aren't you afraid?"

"Scared, why don't you let me out?" Ji Siwei didn't change his expression, his words were too perfunctory.

"Children are really annoying." The crayon boy crushed the crayon in his hand, and stood straight outside the mirror, looking like he had no intention of going in.

"You're right." He wasn't a child anyway, and Ji Siweiquan's words of being a little boy fell on deaf ears.The little boy was internally hurt by his dismissive attitude.

After resting enough, Ji Siwei raised his hand to touch the mirror.

It felt cold to the touch, and his fingertips couldn't advance an inch. He didn't have permission to appear outside the mirror, and the mirror was like a wall.

The little crayon boy said angrily, "Don't touch it, you won't be able to get out if you touch it."

Ji Siwei withdrew his hand politely: "What's the matter with the time here?"

The little crayon boy answered irrelevant questions, raised the end of his eyes, and showed some complacency: "I said, you will regret coming in."

This experience was quite interesting, and Ji Siwei didn't regret it.

He didn't speak any more, closed his eyes and meditated, he knew how to lure the little boy to tell more clues.

Seeing that Ji Siwei had even closed his eyes, the crayon boy suddenly felt that he was being underestimated again, he clenched his fists tightly and advised himself to hold back.

He and the little puppet sitting on Ji Siwei's shoulders stared wide-eyed for a while, seeing that Ji Siwei hadn't opened his eyes yet, the little crayon boy couldn't hold back anymore.

"I know everything you did in the mirror world." The crayon boy threw out a bait, trying to attract Ji Siwei's attention: "You found out that everything you did was in vain, right? You can't change the past, and it will happen soon It’s going to be a new cycle.”

Ji Siwei slowly opened his eyes, and the crayon boy couldn't help laughing.

Ji Siwei tidied up his sleeves and asked, "After dawn, the me outside the mirror enters the mirror, what will happen to me now?"

The little crayon boy didn't let go this time, just said: "You will know after dawn."

Ji Siwei was speechless, looked at the little boy's thin arms and legs wrapped in bandages: "Why don't you come in, aren't you tired from standing?"

The little crayon boy snorted coldly: "I won't go in, leave me alone."

Ji Siwei really didn't care about him, he stretched and stood up.

The little crayon boy paid attention to his every move, and hurriedly asked, "Where are you going?"

Ji Siwei walked to the cabinet, took out a new quilt and spread it on the bed, and smiled at the little boy: "Since you won't come in, I'll make do with it and sleep for a while."

The little puppet thoughtfully turned off the light.

The crayon boy watched Ji Siwei take over his bed as a matter of course, and even despised his quilt, and said in disbelief, "That's my bed!"

"I know, so it's okay." Ji Siwei lay down with his clothes on and covered him with the quilt, and he didn't forget to tell the little boy, "Shh, be quiet."

"All right??" As the most terrifying existence in the world, the little crayon boy felt that his dignity was being trampled on again and again.

The crayon boy almost rushed in with a fever, but he held back thinking that he would see Ji Siwei's desperate expression after dawn.

With a puppet guarding him, Ji Siwei slept soundly, and when it was almost dawn, the puppet woke him up.

Ji Siwei slept refreshedly, and found that the little crayon boy was still standing outside the mirror.

Behind the little boy is still the familiar corridor, with dim light coming in, not as dark as last night.

But the resentment on the little crayon boy was even heavier, and the dark circles under his eyes were particularly obvious.

Ji Siwei was surprised: "It turns out that ghosts get dark circles if they don't rest well?"

The crayon boy rolled his eyes at him: "What dark circles, this is my resentment! Do you understand resentment?"

"Okay." Ji Siwei shrugged: "It's dawn, you can tell me the answer."

"After the you outside the mirror enter the mirror, the current you will become transparent, conscious but unable to speak, no one can see you except me, you can only watch 'yourself' doing repetitive things, powerless." The crayon boy is gloomy Sendi smiled, and said gloatingly: "That's right... Let me tell you another secret, you have already received the blessing of the owner of the castle, so no matter what happens, you will not die. So you will always suffer, you have to No relief... just like me."

Crayon Boy steps into the mirror, and the other side of the mirror is covered with wallpaper, making it a normal mirror again.

The little boy said quietly: "Welcome to my world."

Ji Siwei originally thought that this dungeon was not difficult, but now it seems that the crayon boy is obviously much more advanced than the ghosts in other dungeons, not only can talk, but also has independent will.

"Wait." Ji Siwei pondered over the little boy's words carefully, and caught a very important message, his eyes lit up little by little: "You just said, I won't die?"

Looking into Ji Siwei's eyes, the crayon boy made sure that he didn't have a trace of fear: "This is not something to be thankful for. If you continue to cycle, your consciousness will be dispersed, and your soul will continue to weaken. Although it will not perish, it is more terrifying than death."

Ji Siwei smiled but said nothing.

Seeing Ji Siwei's expression getting more and more dangerous, the crayon boy suddenly realized what he wanted to do, and said coldly: "Your abilities are suppressed, I advise you not to challenge me, you will get hurt."

"Unraveling the paradox requires a breakthrough, and I think you are like that breakthrough." Ji Siwei held a black knife, cut his index finger neatly, and dripped blood on the copper coin on his wrist.

Realizing that he had become more proficient at cutting his fingers, Ji Siwei sighed depressingly.

As soon as the blood fell on the copper coins, it disappeared in the blink of an eye.The copper coin greedily sucked the warm blood, like a bottomless pit that couldn't be filled. Ji Siwei was afraid of being sucked dry, so he stopped the bleeding quickly.

"What are you doing?" The crayon boy couldn't understand what Ji Siwei was doing, but his intuition told him that something out of control was about to happen.

"No matter what you are doing, stop immediately!" The crayon boy raised his hand, a bloody bandage emerged from his palm, and flung it towards Ji Siwei nimbly like a snake.A puff of black air overflowed from the body of the little crayon boy, filling the entire room.

The chill licked his skin, and Ji Siwei felt that his body temperature was getting lower. He turned sideways to avoid the attack, and when he turned his head again, the color of his eyes had completely changed.

At this moment, red light emanated from the hole in the copper coin, piercing the black air that filled the air.

Countless red silk threads crawled out of the copper coins, as if equipped with a radar, they automatically caught the bandage that continued to attack Ji Siwei, wrapped it tightly, and devoured it.

"What is this?!" The crayon boy quickly pulled back the bandage, but the red thread was entangled endlessly, biting the bandage tightly, spreading faster and faster, even dragging him a few steps.

The little crayon boy was terrified and had no choice but to cut off the bandage himself to save his life.

The little boy couldn't get out of the mirror, and he wasn't sure what the red lines were. His first reaction was to run away. Besides, he heard a "bang" before he reached the door.

The puppet closed the door.

Several strings of red threads crawled around the ground, sealing off the room.

The room was small, and the little boy with bright crayons had nowhere to escape, and was soon entangled in dense red silk threads.

The silk threads were like fine capillaries, piercing into his body, absorbing his Yin Qi, the little crayon boy resisted fiercely, but was entangled even tighter.The severe pain that pierced his soul made him scream out in fear.

As the yin energy of the crayon boy became less and less, rich yin energy surged from all directions, scrambling to pour into the copper coins, and the whole mirror world became its nourishment.

Standing in the center of the room, Ji Siwei's arms were wrapped with red silk threads, like totems and shackles. His face was pale, his brows and eyes were full of hostility, like a living Hades.

"boom--"

Suddenly there was a loud noise outside, and the whole house shook, and several cracks appeared on the walls.

Ji Siwei raised his eyes to look at the window, the red line covering the window actively separated to the two sides, the glass shattered instantly, and the fragments fell all over the ground.

Outside the window, buildings and plants fell into the ground one after another, dust was flying all over the sky, the sky was covered with black cracks, and the world in the mirror was collapsing.

The little crayon boy was about to lose consciousness, his body became more and more transparent, but the resentment in his eyes didn't decrease a bit.

The yin energy here is so strong that Ji Siwei felt that his body was about to explode. He gritted his teeth to stay awake, but at this moment he heard a voice outside the mirror.

"what happened?"

"Master, this wall is a bit strange."

Ji Siwei's heart beat wildly - according to the timeline, the little puppet is about to break the mirror!

If it is too late to stop it, all previous efforts will be wasted.

Ji Siwei bit off the tie on his hand, and pressed his injured palm on the copper coin.

The red threads that smelled of blood rushed into his body frantically, sucking blood, and all the red threads swelled to double in size, swallowing up the little crayon boy in an instant.

Ji Siwei's mind went blank, and his body reached the limit. Before he lost consciousness, he only had time to weave a space with red silk thread to protect the little puppet's soul.

……

Opening his eyes again, Ji Siwei found himself standing in front of a wall with very familiar patterns on the wallpaper.

The little puppet is about to stick its hand to the wall.

Ji Siwei was startled, subconsciously grabbed its body, and stopped him, "Don't touch it!"

"Master?" The little puppet stayed in Ji Siwei's palm, turned his head to look, and saw a drop of cold sweat slipping from his forehead, and then the little puppet came back to his senses: "Are we out?"

Ji Siwei nodded, he was a little surprised that the memory that entered the mirror was not erased.