I Was Once a Legend

With the flashlight in his mouth, Dong Linhai carefully climbed down the almost vertical slope.

There are only a few small bumps on the slope that can be used to borrow strength, similar to rock climbing, but without any protective equipment. Although I know that if I accidentally fall, Fu Zhe, who is always monitoring everything, will save him. Dong Linhai was still so nervous that his body was covered in cold sweat, and even his breathing was trembling.

After about ten minutes, he finally came down from the straight slope more than 20 meters high. The moment his feet stepped on the soft mud on the ground, his legs gave way and he almost fell down.

This is where?

Linhai took the flashlight out of his mouth, his mouth was so sore that he could hardly close it, he grinned and rubbed his face, looking around with the light of the flashlight.

This place is nothing like any part of the castle, with pitted and arched walls and abstract graffiti painted in colorful crayons.Colorful, because it is too dense, it gives people a disgusting feeling of discomfort.

He was in a narrow passage, with a shallow layer of silt, and an old smell floating in the air, like an old-fashioned sewer.

Is it an illusion created by Fu Zhe... Linhai took a step, and the sound of his feet stepping on muddy water clearly echoed in the empty sewer, amplifying the original small movement countless times, which scared him to a halt.

"..."

Linhai swallowed hard.

He looked up, and the beam of light swept across his head, illuminating the trail of dark blood.

It was as if a wounded monster had crawled across the top, leaving behind a difficult trail that ran through Linhai's line of sight.

The brightness of the flashlight is limited and can only illuminate a short distance.

Forward or backward?

Dong Linhai didn't hesitate too long, he took out a coin from his pocket, tossed it lightly into the air and held it again - the front was facing up.

So he continued to move forward without hesitation.

The sound of footsteps echoed and gradually faded away.

Behind him, in the darkness at the end of the passage, pairs of slender red eyes opened silently, densely packed, with dark vertical pupils, staring at the boy's back.

at the same time.

Panting, Wang Que climbed to the top of the hanging ladder. The hanging ladder had been in disrepair for a long time and was unstable. It seemed that it might break at any time. The rust on it stuck to her hand.

In the dark and dirty sewer, she accidentally found such an exit, and tried to walk, but she didn't expect that there was a vertical ladder at the end of the road. She thought that she might be able to get out from here, so she climbed.

Wang Que hung one arm on the ladder's horizontal bar, and tried to push it with the other hand, only lifting the heavy iron door by a gap.

Fortunately, it's not too heavy, it should be fine.

Wang Que adjusted her posture, put her arms horizontally and parallel to her shoulders, took a deep breath, and pushed her shoulders hard.

As she exerted force, the already crumbling hanging ladder made an unbearable creaking sound. This was an inconvenient posture for exerting force. Fortunately, after this period of training, she had already mastered a lot of force-exerting skills.

Wang Que gritted her teeth, and with a harsh creaking sound, she pushed the heavy iron door aside, leaving a wide gap for her to pass through.

She hurriedly squeezed in, and the hanging ladder finally made a cracking sound under the power of the last kick, most of it fell into the darkness below, and made a dull landing sound a few seconds later.

There is wind blowing.

The rubber band was rubbed off when she squeezed into the iron skylight, her long hair was spread out, and it was blown messily to cover her face, and there was a beautiful dark blue strand in it.Wang Que raised her hands to put them behind her ears, and squinted to see the huge red sun that seemed to be hanging in the sky in front of her.

She stood up slowly.

The roof, the strong wind, the setting sun, as if the sky is burning.

Everything made her feel terrified from the depths of her soul, as if it was about to bring her back to that hellish evening.

escape.

Run away!

This thought swept through her mind in an instant, and a second before she turned back the same way, a gunshot exploded from behind, causing Wang Que to turn her head suddenly like a little animal whose fur had exploded.

Her terrified eyes reflected the figure in the school uniform. It was also a girl's slender figure, but it was wearing a huge rabbit headgear.Its three-petal mouth is slightly grinning, revealing two front teeth, its ears are standing straight up, and its red eyes are staring straight at her.

—like the most sinister and shadowy monster in its immaculate skin, staring at its long-awaited prey.

The girl held a pitch-black pistol in her hand, and at her foot, there was a fresh bullet hole.

Wang Que staggered back two steps, she stared at the girl, unable to say a word, as if she had lost the ability to speak.

She could only open her mouth and pant continuously, one after another, as if she could no longer feel the existence of air, and she didn't realize how terrifying her breathing rate was, and she was on the verge of overbreathing.

Only the wind.

The girl raised her hand, and under Wang Que's gaze, threw the gun to her.

The gun slipped to Wang Que's feet.

Wang Que looked down, still staring at her.

【Magnum 1911】

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

It's like issuing a silent fate.

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

The bunny-headed girl didn't move at all, she just waited and waited.

Wang Que knelt down and picked up the gun.

Her hands were shaking badly, but she still estimated from the weight that there were at least four .45 caliber bullets in the gun.

She slowly opened the safety, held the gun with both hands, the muzzle was too high, aimed at the girl's rabbit head.

It was the figure that haunted her countless times in nightmares.

The pistol had been loaded automatically, and the hammer was ready to fire. As long as the trigger was pulled, the bullet would explode the man's head immediately.

Just like popping a watermelon, the whole thing explodes, red blood, the thrill of revenge.

Wang Que rested her index finger on the trigger guard. Her hands were shaking so much that she could hardly aim, but her posture was still very standard, as if Cui Zuojing was right behind her, reminding her to pull her shoulders back, turn her body sideways, and keep her wrists straight.

The wind is still blowing.

I don't know how long the silent confrontation lasted.

The rabbit-headed girl seemed impatient to wait, she tilted her head slightly, the muzzle made by the tip of her index finger pierced into the soft headgear, and she pressed her thumb down lightly.

boom.

This silent shot instantly shattered all the memories that Wang Que had suppressed so hard, and finally everything from the past could no longer be restrained from coming back to his mind.

The roof, the strong wind, the setting sun, as if the sky is burning.

Tears rolled out of her eyes in an instant, and Wang Que almost collapsed and wailed loudly. She raised her hand and pointed the muzzle of the gun at her head, and pulled the trigger decisively.

click.

The firing pin emptied, there was no pain, there was no bullet fired, and the moment she shot it all fell away in an instant.

The sky filled with fiery clouds was replaced by darkness, and the bunny-headed girl seemed to have never appeared, and the familiar face of the boy was in front of her, frowning, as if wondering what was wrong with her.

Wang Que blinked slowly in a daze, and warm tears flowed down her cheeks.

"Are you okay?" Dong Linhai asked worriedly.

The structure of the sewer is a bit complicated. He went around for a long time trying to simulate a map, but accidentally found Wang Que, who was leaning against the wall and fainted in the corner.

Wang Que looked down at his hands, there was no blood.

The collapse and fear just now still haunted her, she bit her lower lip hard, almost bleeding, she was so choked up that she couldn't speak, she could only shake her head.

"It's obvious that something is wrong..." Dong Linhai muttered in a low voice, he looked around, his brows were still furrowed, the dark surrounding always gave him a bad feeling.

"It's not safe here, let's change places first and find a way to get out of the sewer."

Wang Que nodded.

Dong Linhai stretched out his hand to pull Wang Que up, but found that the other party's hand could hardly use any strength, and he couldn't even hold his hand.

What's going on here?

Lin Hai was confused, obviously Wang Que didn't want to talk about it, so it was inconvenient for him to ask, the young man scratched his hair, a little embarrassed, but in a critical moment, any shyness and reserve can be sidelined.

So he said, "Why don't I carry you on my back."

……

Dong Zheng walked on the corridor.

There are many Persian carpets hanging on the wall of the corridor, which is completely different from the original style. There are many forks, many doors, and many square wooden boxes, but dark red blood oozing can be vaguely seen at the bottom.

The vents whirred overhead, like a monster moaning from its throat.

The corridor can now be promoted to the scene that Dong Zheng fears the most, because he never knows what will suddenly come out of the next intersection, or the door he just passed, and give you a thrilling "surprise".

He escaped from the pursuit of all kinds of strange creatures, bumped into n ghosts many times, and experienced countless traps—although basically all of them were discovered and cracked by him in advance.

As a result, Dong Zheng's current forward speed is so slow that it is not as good as the old man walking around.

But Dong Zheng knows that the main event has not yet come.

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

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

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

After walking about four or five steps, there was another door. Dong Zheng unscrewed the handle to open the door, and saw that the door was a wall.

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

All that is needed now is to turn around and look for other possible exits.

But he didn't turn around hastily. Dong Zheng, who had never played horror games at all, had completely mastered the routines of horror games at this moment. He took a deep breath, squatted down, and pretended to tie his shoelaces.

Then he looked down and saw feet flashing past him.

The moment the sneakers appeared on the retina, Dong Zheng rolled on the ground shortly, leaning against the wall to avoid the knife that brushed his shoulder. Fork in the relatively wide corridor.

Cui Zuojing raised an eyebrow, and the black scabbard slashed across the wall, leaving a shallow mark.

Of course, he would not really fight Dong Zheng with a knife. Although he was confident in his own level, if something happened to him, he would help bear the damage.

Cui Zuojing turned around with the scabbard in hand, 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 noises for him, avenging his personal revenge and taking the opportunity to scare the cheap master who was afraid of supernatural phenomena. Because of this, Dong Zheng's outstanding performance along the way was all in his eyes.

There is no doubt about Dong Zheng's strategy and IQ, but compared with Dong Zheng's physical fitness and combat skills, his disadvantages are obvious.

Cui Zuojing intends to train Dong Zheng more in these aspects. He has come to the Pure White Realm twice, and he has hardly seen a pilgrim who is both intelligent and powerful at the same time.

Just like Fu Zhe is the leader, but unlike him who can sharpen weapons, Nana can strengthen the body, and the effect of the ability directly gives positive feedback to the battle.Fu Zhe is also the member with the worst frontal combat power in the afternoon tea party team, and he can't even compare with Luo Yin, who is not so good in physical fitness.

Dong Zheng's combat power will also be limited due to his ability to develop brain domains, but Cui Zuojing still wants to try his best to train him into a well-rounded pilgrim, after all...it will be very fulfilling after all.

The happiness that develops is probably this kind of thing.

Cui Zuojing could understand Fu Zhe somewhat.

Cui Zuojing was dressed in black and black trousers, with the top button of his shirt undone, exposing a small collarbone.With his index finger, he took out a key from his trousers pocket, shook it, and said, "The last key is behind that door. As long as you can defeat me, I will give you back the key to open that door."

"Is there really the last key?"

Cui Zuojing: "Why should I lie to you?"

Dong Zheng stared at him for a few seconds, sure that there was no other way to get the key except fighting, so he turned around unswervingly, opened the door when he came, and left.

Cui Zuojing: "..."

The boy pursed his lips in dissatisfaction, put the key back in his pocket, turned around, and was not surprised to see that the door behind him had been opened, and Dong Zheng was leaning half of his body out of it.

At the same time, Dong Zheng also saw Cui Zuojing appearing in front of him, he froze for a moment, turned around, and Cui Zuojing was also standing behind him.

At the other end of the corridor, the door was pushed open, and he saw himself looking back, and a door behind that door, another door, countless doors.

Countless Cui Zuojing and himself.