infinite danger

Chapter 193 You are in trouble

Rules are rules.

The mechanism of the dungeon is very strong. Even a weapon spirit of the level of a puppet will be punished accordingly if the death condition is triggered.

This was something Ji Siwei couldn't stop.

Although he understood this truth, Ji Siwei was still very upset at the scene where the puppet's body was divided into several pieces.

After feeding a lot of spirits and yin energy, the little puppet became white and fat. After cutting off the copy, his previous efforts were wasted.

Ji Siwei walked to the mirror holding a black fruit knife.

The little crayon boy in the mirror is slightly shorter than him, and he needs to raise his head to meet his gaze.

The two "persons" looked about the same age.

The little crayon boy was wearing a blood-stained striped hospital gown, with very little exposed skin, the skin around his eyes was strangely red, and his whole body exuded a cold air.Looking at him, words such as "gloomy" and "darkness" will immediately pop up in my mind.

There was no haze on Ji Siwei's face, even if his brows and eyes were full of hostility, it was impossible for people to ignore his clear and clean aura.

The two "persons" stood facing each other, the little boy in the mirror seemed to be standing in the shadows and couldn't see the light, but Ji Siwei was standing in the sun, even his hair was covered with dazzling light.

The crayon boy unconsciously crushed the crayon in his hand, madness and greed appeared in his eyes.

The jealousy and longing for life made him want to destroy Ji Siwei very much.

"As long as I wait until midnight, I can leave the mirror and walk freely outside the castle. Tonight I will choose you as my target...I want to see fear and despair in your eyes...I want your blood to stain the mirror red , I will drag your soul into the mirror..."

The crayon boy pressed his hands on the mirror, the crayon powder and blood rubbed against the mirror, leaving a few dark red stains, his eyes became more and more crazy, Ji Siwei could see the corners of his lips raised through the bandage.

The crayon boy kept staring at Ji Siwei, but Ji Siwei didn't look at him directly, and replied perfunctorily: "Don't bother, and don't worry, I'll go in by myself later."

The emotion in his eyes receded slightly, and the crayon boy was a little dazed, as if he didn't understand the meaning of Ji Siwei's words.

"What do you mean?" The crayon boy slapped the mirror heavily, and several red bloodshots appeared in his wide-open eyes.

"Literally." Ji Siwei looked past him and landed behind him.

Behind the little crayon boy is a bed covered with a white quilt, which looks very soft.

Next to the bed was a beautiful white cabinet with exquisite carvings, almost the same style as the one Ji Siwei opened on train D7470.

But it's not bloody yet.

On the white cabinet, there is a red crayon box, and the crayons are placed messily on the table, drawing an equal sign with the crayon box in the photo.

The back drawer and crayon box are all in the mirror world.

What's more, the puppet's soul is also inside.

Ji Siwei must go into the mirror for a while.

"Huya, are you going in now?"

The eight-tailed cat walked to Ji Siwei's side and asked.

After getting along for so long, it knew Ji Siwei's character very well.

Ji Siwei looked sideways at the eight-tailed cat, and flicked the blade with his fingers: "Well, I need you to stay outside to support me."

Ji Siwei couldn't predict what would happen after entering the mirror, he couldn't let the eight-tailed cat take risks together.

"I want to go in with you, but I know it's right to follow your arrangement." Eight-tailed cat looked up at Ji Siwei, then at the puppet in the mirror, and said in a deep voice, "I'm here outside, don't you?" Something will happen, I'll wait for you to come out."

The little crayon boy became more and more confused as he listened. In front of Ji Siwei, he couldn't feel his dignity as the final boss of this dungeon at all. He slapped the mirror hard and said in a vicious voice: "You want to enter the mirror? You know that means what?"

"It means..." Ji Siwei raised his eyebrows, touched the copper coins on his wrist: "You are in trouble."

The little crayon boy became even more angry and stammered: "You! You are! You are asking for your own death!"

"I'm seeking my own death, isn't that what you want to see?"

Ji Siwei stepped into the mirror.

This kick directly raised the dungeon from normal difficulty to hell difficulty.

The little crayon boy looked at Ji Siwei in shock. He had never seen a player who walked into the mirror on his own initiative just after halfway through the process.

No one has ever dared to enter the mirror, so no one has ever succeeded in getting the crayon box, and no one has ever been blessed by the owner of the castle.

Because of the excessive shock, before Ji Siwei completely entered the mirror, the little crayon boy who had no time to react in the car disappeared in place.

As soon as he entered the room in the mirror, Ji Siwei smelled an indescribable stench.

It seems to be the smell of blood, but also the smell of old rotting corpses.

The body was not greatly affected, but the surface temperature of the body became lower, and the heartbeat began to slow down.

The walls of the room were scrawled with crooked words in red crayons.

Take a closer look, it's all "let me out...let me out..."

These characters with crooked strokes are densely packed together, like pools of blood. After reading for a long time, it is easy to get dizzy and feel a little uncomfortable.

Ji Siwei involuntarily looked away.

The little puppet floated in front of Ji Siwei, with self-blaming eyes: "Master, I'm sorry."

"It's okay, the puppet doesn't need to apologize." Ji Siwei nodded the puppet's cheek, pointed to the crayon box on the cabinet, and said softly: "Look, you are the first to find the crayon box. After you go out, you can make the eight-tailed cat meow." your father."

The little puppet saw the crayon box, and his eyes lit up: "Then I am not a bit powerful."

"Yes, very powerful." Ji Siwei rubbed its head: "Is there any injury?"

The little puppet shook his head: "No."

Ji Siwei: "That's good, don't worry, I will find a way to restore your body."

"Meow..." A cat meowed from behind, and the eight-tailed cat cleared its throat: "By the way, I can hear you talking. I don't agree with the matter of calling Dad."

Ji Siwei turned his head and saw a large mirror inlaid with an exquisite copper frame, and there were palm prints left by the crayon boy on it.

The eight-tailed cat stood in front of the mirror with a serious face.

Ji Siwei was about to say a few words to tease it, when he raised his eyes and saw several taskers appearing from around the corner.

They first found the man in the black hat who had fallen on the ground, and hurriedly helped him up.

The man in the black hat was so unconscious that they couldn't wake him up after shaking him a few times.

"Didn't he act with Huya? Why did he fall here, where is Huya?"

Shu'er's tone was a little anxious.

Lemon was the first to spot Ji Siwei and screamed, "Huya is there!"

Hearing this, the others raised their heads in unison, and saw Ji Siwei standing at the end of the corridor.

"My God..." Qin Lin sat down on the ground, and the unconscious man in the black hat lost his support and also fell to the ground, hitting his head heavily on the ground.

Lemon saw the clue, and said uncertainly: "Is Huya standing in the mirror? I clearly remember that there used to be a wall."

Shu'er didn't care what they were discussing, and ran straight to the mirror, asking in a trembling voice, "Huya, why are you in the mirror?"

There was worry in her eyes, as well as fear and cowardice.

"Has he died? Has he become a ghost?"

"How could this be?"

"This... this is unbelievable."

The missionaries were talking in low voices as they approached, and Shu'er was even more anxious when he heard it.

But looking at Ji Siwei's calm and composed appearance, the truth of the matter seemed to be different from what he had imagined.

"I'm fine." Ji Siwei replied casually, squatting down and looking at the eight-tailed cat: "Bawei, you go back to the room and wait for me."

The eight-tailed cat nodded, ignoring the Twolegs standing in front of it, walked gracefully back to Ji Siwei's room, and closed the door by the way.

Shu'er really wanted to ask Ji Siwei what was going on, but she had no chance. Suddenly, wallpaper with complicated patterns appeared on the mirror surface, quickly covering the smooth mirror surface, blocking her sight. At the end of the picture, Ji Siwei had no clue Waves eyes.

After the mirror was covered, Ji Siwei put the puppet on his shoulder and began to look around the room.

Looking at the equipment and furnishings in the room, it is not difficult to see that this is also a ward.

This should be the room of the crayon boy. Every night, he walks out from here, holding a red crayon and scribbling on the target's door.

There were no other clues in the room, so Ji Siwei walked directly to the door.

The door was locked and he couldn't open it.

"Hmm...does the lock have any meaning?"

Ji Siwei slightly raised the corners of his lips, and swung two knives with his backhand.

Two red lights cut out from the blade and superimposed on the door panel.

"boom!!"

The door was cut into several pieces, and the fragments were hit by that force and flew several meters away, making several loud noises.

Ji Siwei waved his hand in front of him to block the sawdust flying everywhere.

He retracted the knife and looked forward.

In front of him is a corridor, which is the same as the corridor outside the mirror, as if it was copied and pasted.

It's just that the decoration is more simple, not so resplendent, and the sense of age is heavier.

"The space inside the mirror is indeed interlinked. If we guess correctly, we can find the room I live in. After midnight, we can communicate with the eight tails through the mirror." Ji Siwei said softly to the little puppet: "The mechanism here is One for one, after midnight, we'll have a way out."

The little puppet seems to understand: "What is one for one?"

Ji Siwei licked his teeth and said mysteriously, "You will find out tonight."

Looking at the expression of his master, the little puppet knew that someone was going to be unlucky.

Ji Siwei kicked the broken door and walked out of the room.

The little crayon boy suddenly appeared on the corridor, floating in the air without touching the ground, and said faintly, "Why did you take the initiative to come here?"

"You wanted to pull me in when I was outside, and you kept asking me why I came in when I came in." Ji Siwei sighed, "What do you think of me?"

The little crayon boy was speechless: "This... this..."