I Was Once a Legend

Dong Linhai bit the flashlight in his mouth and carefully climbed down the nearly vertical slope.

There are only a few small protrusions on the slope that can borrow power, similar to rock climbing, but there is no protective tool. Although he knows that if he accidentally falls, Fu Zhe who monitors everything will rescue him, Dong Linhai was still sweating nervously, even breathing trembling.

After ten minutes, he finally came down from a straight slope more than twenty meters high, and when his feet stepped on the soft and muddy ground, his legs almost fell.

This is where?

Linhai took the flashlight out of his mouth, and his mouth was sour that he couldn't close it anymore. He rubbed his teeth with a grin, and looked around with the flashlight.

This place is totally unlike any other place in the castle. The walls are arched with potholes, and abstract graffiti is painted with colorful crayons.The flowers are green, because it is too dense, which gives a disgusting discomfort.

He was in a long and narrow passageway, with a shallow layer of silt, and an old breath floating in the air, like an old sewer.

Is the illusion created by Fu Zhe... Linhai took a step, and the sound of stepping on muddy water echoed clearly in the empty sewer, amplifying countless times of the original tiny movements, frightening him to act.

"..."

Linhai swallowed hard.

He looked up and the light beam swept over his head, illuminating the dark blood stains.

It's like a wounded monster crawling over the top, leaving a difficult trace, running through the sight of Linhai.

The flashlight has limited brightness and can only illuminate a short distance.

Forward or backward?

Dong Linhai did not hesitate for too long. He took a coin from his pocket, flicked it into the air and grabbed it—face up.

So he moved forward without hesitation.

The sound of footsteps is ticking, the echo is gradually away.

Behind him, in the darkness at the end of the passage, a pair of slender red eyes opened quietly, densely packed, with dark pupils, staring closely at the back of the teenager.

at the same time.

The whale climbed breathlessly to the top of the ladder, which was in disrepair over the years and was not very stable. It seemed to be broken at any time, and the rust on it stuck her hand.

In the dark and dirty sewer, she stumbled upon such an exit and tried to walk away. Unexpectedly, at the end of the road was a vertical ladder. She thought she might be able to get out from here and climbed.

Wangque hung one arm on the bar of the ladder, the other hand tried to push it down, and only lifted the heavy iron door into a gap.

Fortunately, it is not too heavy, it should be OK.

Wangque adjusted his posture, put his arms parallel to his shoulders, took a deep breath, and struggled to push his shoulders to the top.

With her effort, the already crumbling ladder made an unbearable crunch, which was an inconvenient posture. Fortunately, after this training, she had mastered many techniques for exerting force.

The winch gritted her teeth, and with a harsh creak, she pushed the heavy iron door to the side, leaving a wide slit that she could pass through.

She hurriedly squeezed in, and the ladder finally made a broken sound under the power of the last pedal, and most of it cut into the darkness below, and a dull landing sound came a few seconds later.

There is wind blowing.

The rubber band was rubbed off when she squeezed into the iron skylight, her long hair spread out, and she was blown up to cover her face. There was a beautiful deep blue.The wanches raised their hands behind their ears, squinting at the huge red sun that seemed to be hanging in the sky ahead.

She stood up slowly.

Rooftops, gusty winds, sunsets, as if a burning sky.

Everything and everything made her feel so terrified from the depths of her soul, as if to take her back to that hell-like evening.

escape.

Run away!

This thought swept the mind instantly, and a second before she turned back, a gunshot exploded from behind, causing Wangque to turn her head like a blown hairy beast.

She was full of horror in the school uniform, and she was also a slim girl, but with a huge rabbit headgear.Its three-petal mouth grinned slightly, revealing two incisors, with her ears straight, her red eyes staring straight at her.

——Like the most evil and dark monster covered in white and flawless skin, staring at its long-awaited prey.

The girl had a dark pistol in her hand and there was a fresh bullet hole at her foot.

The winch stumbled back two steps. She stared at the girl, unable to say a word, as if she had lost her ability to speak.

She could only open her mouth and gasp continuously, one after another, it seemed that she could no longer feel the existence of air, and she didn't realize how terrifying her breathing rate was, she had reached the edge of breathing.

Only wind.

The girl raised her hand and threw the gun at her under the gaze of Wangque.

The gun slipped under the feet of Wangque.

Wangque glanced down, still staring at her closely.

Magnum 1911

The wind blew up the girl's school uniform and she raised her hand. The index finger and thumb of her right hand made a gun gesture and slowly pointed at the temple position of her rabbit's headgear.

As if giving a silent destiny.

The red sun that was huge enough to engulf people was behind, and the sky was gorgeous and warm, just like the most comfortable harbor in the mother's body before birth.

The rabbit head girl didn't do anything, just waited and waited.

Wangque squatted down and picked up the gun.

Her hands were shaking very vigorously, but she still estimated that there were at least four 45-caliber bullets in the gun based on weight.

She opened the insurance slowly, holding the gun in both hands, too high, and pointed at the rabbit head of the girl.

It was the figure that haunted her in countless nightmares.

The pistol has been loaded automatically, and the hammer is ready to fire. As long as the trigger is pulled, the bullet will immediately shoot the man's head.

Just like bursting a watermelon, the whole burst, red blood, the thrill of revenge.

Wangque’s index finger pad was on the trigger guard. She could barely aim with shaking, but the posture was still very standard, as if Cui Zuojing was behind her, reminding her to pull her shoulders back, turning her body, and keeping her wrists straight.

The wind is still blowing.

The silent confrontation did not know how long it lasted.

The rabbit-headed girl seemed to be impatient, she tilted her head slightly, the muzzle made of the index fingertips poked into the soft hood, and her thumb was gently down.

boom.

This silent shot instantly broke all the memories that Wangque struggled to suppress, and everything in the past could no longer be suppressed.

Rooftops, gusty winds, sunsets, as if a burning sky.

Tears rolled out of her eyes in an instant, and the whale burst into tears. She raised her hand to point the muzzle at her head and pulled the trigger decisively.

Click.

The firing pin hit the air, no pain, no bullets were shot, and at the moment she shot, everything disappeared instantly.

The sky with burning clouds was replaced by a dim light, and the rabbit-headed girl had never appeared. The teenager's familiar face was in front of her eyes, frowning, and she seemed to be wondering what was wrong with her.

The winch blinked slowly slowly, and warm tears flowed down her cheeks.

"Are you all right?" Dong Linhai asked worriedly.

The structure of the sewer is a bit complicated. He tried to simulate a map for a long time, but he accidentally found a wack that collapsed in the corner against the wall.

Wangque looked down at his hands without blood.

Fang Cai’s collapse and fear still haunted her. She bit her lower lip hard and almost bleeds. She was so speechless that she could only shake her head.

"It's obviously something..." Dong Linhai murmured softly. He looked around, his eyebrows still wrinkled, and the dark surroundings always gave him a bad feeling.

"It's not safe here. Let's move to another place and find a way to leave the sewer."

Wangque nodded.

Dong Linhai reached out his hand and wanted to pull the wanchi up, but found that the opponent's hand hardly needed any strength, and he couldn't even hold his hand.

What's wrong?

Linhai was confused. Obviously Wangque didn't want to say that he would be inconvenient to ask. The teenager grabbed his hair and was a bit embarrassed, but at the moment of the crisis, any shy and reserved person could stand aside.

So he said, "Why don't I carry you?"

...

Dong Zheng walked on the promenade.

A lot of Persian rugs hung on the wall of the corridor, which was completely different from the original style. There were many forks, many doors, many square wooden boxes, but the dark red blood stains could be seen vaguely at the bottom.

The vent made a croaking sound above the head, like a monster whispering from his throat.

The corridor can now be promoted to the scene that Dong Zheng is most afraid of, because he never knows what will suddenly break out of the next intersection or the door that has just passed, giving you a thrilling "surprise".

He escaped from the pursuit of various strange creatures, hit n ghosts many times, and experienced countless traps-although basically he was discovered and cracked in advance.

So that Dong Zheng's progress is now slow to an extent that is not as good as the old man walking the bend.

But Dong Zheng knew that the highlight was not yet here.

Because until now, he has not encountered one of Victor or Cui Zuojing.

With Cui Zuojing's temperament, he will definitely take the opportunity to rectify him.

Dong Zheng walked to the end of the corridor, tried to open the door and found that it was locked, he turned back and went to the middle road.

After about four or five steps, it was another door. Dong Zheng unscrewed the handle and opened the door, and saw that the door was a wall.

Dong Zheng did not feel surprised at all, he had already experienced similar routines.

What is needed now is to go back and find other possible outlets.

But he did not turn around hastily. Dong Zheng, who had never played a horror game at this moment, had completely mastered the routine of the horror game. He took a deep breath, squatted down, and pretended to be wearing laces.

Then he bowed his head and saw the foot flashing behind him.

The moment the sneakers appeared on the retina, Dong Zheng rolled short on the spot, leaning against the wall to avoid the knife that wiped his shoulder, taking advantage of the gap that the other party's knife could not be recovered immediately, jumped out of this small side Forked, to a relatively wide corridor.

Cui Zuojing raised his eyebrows, and the black scabbard crossed the wall, leaving a shallow trace.

Of course, he will not really fight against Dong Zheng with a knife. Although he has confidence in his level, in the event of an accident, he has to help bear the injury.

Cui Zuojing turned around with the scabbard, and looked at Dong Zheng at a distance of six or seven meters.To be honest, he secretly followed Dong Zheng all the way, and deliberately made a lot of small movements for him. The communist private hatred took the opportunity to scare the cheap masters who were afraid of supernatural phenomena, and it was for this reason that Dong Zheng's excellent performance along the way was all in his sight.

Dong Zheng’s strategy and IQ are undoubtedly inferior, and his physical and combat skills have obvious disadvantages.

Cui Zuojing intends to train Dong Zheng more in these aspects. He has come to the pure white realm twice, and has hardly seen a pilgrim who is powerful in both intelligence and battle.

Just like Fu Zhe is the leader, but unlike his ability to sharpen weapons, Chi Li Naina can strengthen the body, and the ability's role directly gives positive feedback to the battle.Fu Zhe is also the worst member of the team at the afternoon tea party, even Luo Luo, who is not so good in physical fitness, can't compare.

Dong Zheng's combat power will also be limited by his ability to develop his brain. But how to say, Cui Zuojing still wants to try his best to train him as a fully developed pilgrim, after all... after all, it will be very fulfilling.

It's probably the kind of happiness you develop.

Cui Zuojing can understand Fu Zhe somewhat.

Cui Zuojing was dressed in black and black pants. The top button of his shirt was open, revealing a small piece of collarbone.His index finger pulled the key out of his pants pocket and shook it. "The last key is behind that door. As long as you can beat me, I will give you the key to open that door."

"Is there really the last key?"

Cui Zuojing: "Why am I lying to you?"

Dong Zheng looked at him for a few seconds and was very sure that there was no other way to get the key besides fighting this way. He turned around firmly, opened the door when he came and left.

Cui Zuojing: "..............."

The teenager lowered his mouth very dissatisfiedly, put the key back in his pocket, and turned around, not surprisingly seeing that the door behind him had been opened, and Dong Zheng was protruding half of his body from the inside.

At the same time, Dong Zheng also saw Cui Zuojing appearing in front of him. He froze and turned his head. Cui Zuojing was also standing behind him.

At the other end of the corridor, the door was pushed open, and he saw himself turning his head to look back, and one door behind that door, another door, countless doors.

Countless Cui Zuojing and himself.