infinite danger

Chapter 81 The Black Drawer

The smoker, who turned into a cloud of smoke, was surrounded by flames and rushed around, trying to break through the shackles of the flames.

"I'm going to kill you!"

The smoker roared angrily, tried his best, but was still unable to break free from the flames.

"It's a waste of effort." The little puppet said coldly.

Raising his right hand, pointing his fingertips at the flame, the little puppet was going to give the smoker a final blow.

At this moment, a metal bong pierced through the flames and flung it in Ji Siwei's direction.

"Even if you are wiped out, I will pull you on my back!"

There was a heart-piercing roar from the flames, and the resentment almost broke through the roof.

Ji Siwei raised his left hand, a crimson halo condensed on his fingertips, and a beam of red light mist shot out from the halo, directly destroying the bong that shot rapidly.

The dark eyes were coated with anger, the puppet raised its hand, and the beam of light from its fingertips pierced directly through the smoker's body.

The "eighth floor" of Fanghua Building.

There was silence on the conference table, but there was a vibration downstairs from time to time.

The long-haired man fiddled with his temples boredly, looked outside the hall, and said in a tone of envy, "There's a lot of movement down there, and I want to play too."

The alcoholic uncle changed a new bottle of rice wine, lifted it up and gulped it down, and wiped his mouth after drinking: "The newcomer's style... hiccup... just makes a lot of noise, after all, he is a young man..."

The fox tapped the table with his fingers, and said thoughtfully, "Why haven't you come back for so long?"

"Maybe the situation is a bit tricky?" The long-haired man leaned lazily on the chair: "If there is a situation, the smoker should come back, don't be nervous."

The black butterfly wings flapped slowly, and the half-body doll turned to look at the horned boy.

The horned boy nodded and took out a few cards from his pocket.

Pulling out a card with the word "smoke" and looking at it for a moment, the horned boy suddenly sat upright, and said in a deep voice, "I saw death."

"This is... the life card of a smoker!" The long-haired man changed his lazy expression and slapped the table: "The smoker will not come back."

The fox also stood up, opened his left hand, and pulled out a blood-red long knife from his palm: "There is a change."

Uncle Alcohol's lizard tail flicked uneasily: "You mean the smoker might have been killed by that weak newcomer?"

"It wasn't necessarily killed by the rookie." The horned boy shook his head: "But the smoker has been wiped out."

The alcoholic uncle was silent for a while, and poured out the rice wine in his hand, as if paying homage to the smoker.

The empty wine bottle hit the floor with a "bang", and the four people on the table looked at the half-length doll at the same time.

Countless black butterflies appeared out of thin air, hovering in mid-air, and the half-length doll was wrapped in black air.

"Go to the seventh floor." The half-length doll left a sentence without emotion, and disappeared.

The butterfly in the air quickly flapped its wings and flew out of the hall.

The bright and clean full moon hangs in the sky, and thick black clouds circumvent the full moon and wander in the night.

Under the moonlight, the magnificent palaces and ingenious pavilions on the roof of Fanghua Building collapsed, and the exquisite courtyard turned into a wisp of green smoke.

After the green smoke dissipated, several small paper figures folded from waste paper slowly landed on the empty rooftop.

The few "people" who were still talking just now are no longer in place.

seventh floor.

The little puppet was hanging by Ji Siwei's ear, looking at Ji Siwei worriedly: "Master, are you okay?"

"I'm not well." Ji Siwei laughed sullenly: "The shoulder has been pressed by a heavy object for too long, the blood is not circulating, and it's a little numb."

The eight-tailed cat squatting on Ji Siwei's shoulder seemed to be trampled on its tail, and its big fluffy face slammed into Ji Siwei's ear: "Idiot human being, are you turning the corner and calling me fat!"

Ji Siwei denied Sanlian: "I don't have me, it's not that I dare not."

"I'm sorry you don't dare." The eight-tailed cat snorted coldly, raised its belly, and turned to look at the puppet: "And you little guy, you see clearly, stupid human beings are fine, I am the one who has problems, okay? I have a life Danger!"

The ice that climbed up Ji Siwei's shoulders froze the two paws of the eight-tailed cat, and there was a tendency to continue to climb up.

The puppet bear rubbed his sore buttocks and ears that were almost torn off by the puppet, grinning and said: "Bawei, I am touched by your spirit of sacrificing your life to save others. I think you deserve a small pennant."

The eight-tailed cat glanced at the puppet bear: "No need."

"Eight tails and eight tails..." The little puppet eagerly said, "Why don't I burn these ices with a fire."

The puppet bear is not afraid of big things when watching the excitement: "Okay, okay, then we can eat braised cats and cats tonight."

The eight-tailed cat looked up at the puppet bear: "I see you want to become a braised bear."

Ji Siwei: "Speak as you speak, can you not use redundancies?"

"Student, this old man is a little dizzy!" A dizzy voice came from the super invincible maelstrom in midair: "How long will it take to complete Gathering Soul..."

Little puppet: "Speak well, don't use redundancies."

Looking up, the souls of the twelve sages were hidden in the whirlpool, and there was no trace of them.

The speed of the vortex was getting slower and slower, the number of bright lights floating around became less and less, and the cries in the soul-gathering bell also became weaker.

Ji Siwei said, "It's coming soon."

There was a decaying smell in the air, the little puppet pouted its nose, a ball of flame rolled up from the bottom of its feet, the little puppet turned to look at the window, and said coldly: "Master, they are here."

Countless black butterflies broke into the seventh floor, emitting a faint light, and the murderous black mist surrounded the seventh floor.

The puppet bear exchanged a glance with the two sages who rebuilt their souls, and retreated to Ji Siwei's side.

"Newcomer, I'm afraid I forgot to tell you the fate of betraying the organization."

A playful voice sounded in the black mist, and a silver light pierced through the black mist, shooting towards Ji Siwei.

His right hand was frozen by the icy edge of the soul-gathering bell, and he couldn't move. Ji Siwei opened his left hand, and a cluster of red blood mist appeared in his palm.

Before he could make a move, the puppet suddenly stood in front of him, threw a fireball, and knocked down the silver light.

"Boom!" The fireball exploded in the air, sparks splashed in all directions, and a blackened silver hairpin clanged to the floor, and the emerald beads above it had already cracked.

Five figures stepped out of the black mist and appeared outside the window at the same time.

Seeing the situation in the showroom, it was not difficult for the members of the seminar to guess the cause and effect.

The ghost characters on the white paper on the horned boy's face turned bright red. He pointed at Ji Siwei and said coldly, "You killed the smoker and betrayed the organization."

There was no wave in the eyes under the mask, and Ji Siwei said unhurriedly: "I never said I would be your companion, so I can't talk about betrayal."

"Hmph, what's the use of sophistry." The long hair of the long-haired man fluttered in the wind. He took off his gloves and threw a black bone whip: "Tonight, all your sophistry will become your last words." .”

All the frost on his shoulders turned into water vapor, which gathered into water droplets and seeped into his sleeves. Ji Siwei moved his numb arms, wrapped the chain of Soul Gathering Bell around his wrists, and fastened it.

A dark wind blew up in mid-air, and black mist poured into the soul-gathering bell. Ji Siwei didn't move, and met the long-haired man's gaze: "You have no chance to kill me."

While speaking, two rope-shaped red blood mist appeared out of thin air, entangled the long-haired man's defenseless hands, and the red blood mist entangled backwards, as if tied in a knot.

The long-haired man's hands were bound, and there was unconcealable surprise in his voice: "What the hell is this?"

The fox pursed his lips and swung his knife to break the rope woven by the red blood mist: "Don't be careless."

"It's not easy for a newcomer." The alcoholic uncle turned serious: "We underestimated him."

The black mist in the air dissipated, and the soul-gathering bell was silent again, and a long figure was suspended in mid-air.

It has no obvious facial features, but there is a black totem on its forehead, its body is a flowing mist, and a pair of huge black wings grow on its back, exuding a soft and holy light.

Doesn't look like a person or a ghost.

It is the product of the reunion of the souls of the twelve sages.

The long-haired man gritted his teeth and asked, "What the hell is this!"

"The Twelve Sages." The half-length puppet spit out a cold voice: "Their souls have joined together, and my prediction is not wrong."

"Whatever it is, strike first!" The alcoholic uncle yelled violently, the wine bottle came out of his hand, and smashed at the twelve sages wrapped in a cloud of black mist.

The twelve sages remained calm in the face of danger, and with a light flap of their wings, the whirlwind they brought up easily changed the trajectory of the wine bottle.

The wine bottle smashed against the wall next to it, and was actually embedded in the wall.

There were several cracks on the wall, which continued to spread around, and the cracked wall ash fell down, revealing twelve black drawers built into the wall.

Each black drawer has a silver handle and a silver lock on the handle. They are ordinary in style and nothing special. The only one that makes people feel weird is the drawer in the lower right corner.

That drawer was stained with old blood, and it was the only drawer that opened with a lock.

The atmosphere was at a time when swords were on the verge of breaking out, except for Ji Siwei, no one cared about these ordinary drawers.

"Tick tock" the wall clock made a beep, Ji Siwei looked up and saw that the minute hand was pointing to twelve at the same time.

"Student." Twelve different voices mixed together, the voice was as solemn and solemn as an ancient priest: "Thank you, let's start now, leave this place to us."

After saying this, the Twelve Sages stood in front of Ji Siwei and directly confronted the members of the seminar.

Regardless of whether Ji Siwei's appearance was part of the Nether Project or not, in this dispute, Ji Siwei has done what he could according to his own wishes, and achieved his original goal.

Now, it's time for him to step down.

Before leaving, Ji Siwei still had a few personal matters to deal with.

"Teacher Nan." Ji Siwei looked at Nanqing, and bent his eyes: The professor has been waiting for you at the house of Yangcheng University, after dealing with the affairs here, go see him again. "

Upon hearing this, the old lady's eyes turned red, she covered her mouth and nodded: "Thank you."

"You're welcome." After Ji Siwei finished speaking, he looked at Muppet Bear again: "Muppet Bear, I haven't forgotten our agreement. I have important matters to attend to, and I'll be back soon. Yun."

When the female ghost in white heard that Ji Siwei was going to leave, she was anxious and was about to walk to Ji Siwei's side.

The puppet bear quickly grabbed the female ghost in white and asked quickly, "Where are you going?"

"It's too late to explain, you find a place to hide and wait for me to come back!"

Ji Siwei went to the wall, opened the blood-stained drawer in the lower right corner, and disappeared in the same place including the cat and the puppet.

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