Bing Hao and Zero stood among a large piece of residual ice and glass fragments. There was almost no complete mirror within ten meters of radius.

The two waited in place for a while, guarding the black-clothed monster that disappeared without a trace.

But that thing is like a drop of water falling into the lake, and it hasn't come up again.

Time is limited, and they can't stand here all the time.

"Let's go."

Bing Ha raised his chin towards Zero, "We will find an exit as soon as possible."

The two of them re-selected an unexplored direction in the broken mirror room and continued to move forward.

The deeper you go, the narrower the passage becomes.

The surrounding mirrors are denser, and the centers of various flat mirrors are mixed with strangely shaped convex and concave lenses. No matter which direction Bing Hao and Zero look in, they can see countless twisted and deformed themselves.

Just as the two turned a corner, Zero's peripheral light suddenly caught a glimpse of something moving.

In the next second, a long shadow came out from a mirror, and the twisted scimitar in his hand pierced towards Zero's back.

With a "huh", the knife went blank.

Zero activated the ability at the very moment of his life, like a real phantom, moving from one end of the tunnel to the other.

At the same time, Bing Ha lifted up with one hand, and a cone of ice slammed toward the black-clothed monster half-length protruding from the mirror.

The monster saw a miss and was not in love with it. Its long arms were like the tentacles of an octopus, twisted to an unbelievable angle, flexibly retracted back, and hid itself in the mirror again.

With a sound of "Bang Dang", the mirror was shattered by a blow.

"Missed."

Bing Ha frowned.

In the next second, a dark shadow flashed behind Zero again.

A long hand holding a knife suddenly stretched forward from behind him, so fast that he was caught off guard.

Zero is another teleport.

But this time, the knife wiped his shoulder, leaving a deep blood mark.

Bing Hao cooperated with him tacitly, and at the moment the Zero ability was activated, a piece of ice had already been released.

The ice wrapped in the cold wind and the afterimage of Zero crossed by, freezing the upper half of the black monster's body, which was too much time to stick out of the mirror, and the glass.

Zero flashed, smashing the monster and the mirror together.

The two of them secretly breathed a sigh of relief.

However, the moment Zero turned his head, his normally indifferent facial paralyzed face became hideous.

Bing Ha caught a glimpse of the change in his companion's expression, without the other party speaking, already aware that the crisis was coming to him.

At this time, turning back is a mistake made by novices, and the master's approach is to immediately erect a thick ice wall behind.

"Dang, wow!"

The mirror behind Bing Hae unexpectedly drilled another twisted figure in black, with a deformed crescent-shaped dagger in his hand, which was smashed into the erected ice wall of Bing Hao.

At the same time, not only the mirror behind the white-haired young man, but also the hundreds of large and small mirrors in the entire corridor, are swaying figures that do not belong to the two.

In every mirror, there is a "thin uncle" in black holding a sharp blade.

They are like countless amoebas, squeezed out of mirrors of various sizes and shapes, one by one, their disproportionate heads turn to Bing Hao and Zero, and their distorted features have a weird smile.

——This is troublesome.

This idea emerged in both hearts at the same time.

The battle in the mirror room lasted ten minutes.

When the melee was over, a full 100 square meters of space had been razed to the ground, and every mirror was shattered by ice and Zero.

Bing Ha's injury is not a hindrance.

There were several blood stains on his hands and feet with sharp blades. The most serious one was a puncture wound on his right shoulder, which was pierced from the back and almost penetrated the shoulder blade.

But Zero fell to the ground and was stabbed into a blood gourd.

"Zero..."

Bing Hao didn't care about the ice ballast and broken glass on the floor. He knelt down, reached out to support Zero's shoulders, gently picked up his upper body, and put it on his thigh.

"How are you doing?"

Zero reluctantly opened his eyes, looked at Bing Ha, opened his mouth to speak, but his chest cavity let the sharp blade stabbed an open pneumothorax. The lung lobes on both sides were squeezed into lumps by the atmospheric pressure, and only blood was spit out from his mouth. Mo bubbles.

He raised his hand with all his strength, and made a "hurry up" gesture.

But he can only do that.

Bing Hao: "..."

He put down Zero's body in silence and stood up.

Zero is the first companion to follow Bing Hao.

He is a mixed-race Chinese. Before entering the "Peach Blossom Spring", he lived by fighting underground in a small country in Southeast Asia.

Zero's Chinese pronunciation is inaccurate, so he seldom speaks, always giving people a sense of taciturn and intimacy.

But in fact, he is a very loyal person.

Long before Bing Sha became famous for manipulating Frost, and even before the establishment of Qinxue Club, Zero was Bing Sha's most trusted teammate.

He has been accompanied by Bing Hao like a shadow, and while the captain is charging forward and moving forward, he has cleared him of the threat from his back.

But now, Bing Ha knew that his shadow was gone.

He lowered his eyelids, stared at Zero's **** corpse, looked at it silently for a moment, and finally only reached out and took off a pendant hanging from the deceased's neck, and put it into his pocket.

Then he wiped his finger to freeze the wound on his shoulder that was still bleeding, then turned around and continued to walk deep into the mirror room.

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Ji Lu and Ren Jianmo finally got out of the museum and they saw a gorgeous spiral staircase.

The stairs are divided into four sections, each section has a circular platform, and each platform has another ladder leading to a different corridor.

The two immediately remembered that Fan Hemian and Fan Luming had described this spiral staircase to them.

It's just that Ji Tuan and Ren Jianmo are now on the fourth floor of the stairs. Looking down from a height, they can clearly see the three circular platforms below and the winding stairs connected to them.

"How is your situation?"

Ji Shu looked up at the wall clock in the corner of the stairs, and asked the twins at the microphone end.

Just now, when the remaining time was 22 minutes, Zero died. According to the cumulative rule of time, the remaining time of the participants became forty-four minutes.

Then they tossed around in the museum, and when they finally found the exit, there were only less than twenty minutes left.

"Well, it's okay."

Fan Hemian's answer came from the headset, "People are still alive anyway."

The girl's voice was panting hard, it seemed that she had just gone through a very strenuous exercise, and her tone of voice was obviously not as relaxed as she teased.

But it is good to hear the response, and Ji Xiaoniao breathed a sigh of relief.

Ji Lu and Ren Jianmo walked down the stairs.

Just when they were about to walk to the third floor platform, Fan Hemian's exhausted cheers came from the headphones.

"We are out..."

She gasped in a low voice, her voice weaker than before:

"We went around and went back to the entrance, now...in the corridor leading to the second floor..."

Hearing the words, Ji Yu shuddered, and immediately pulled the stairs to look out.

Sure enough, he quickly spotted the twins squatting and lying down on the platform corridor one floor lower than them.

"Oops!"

Ji Lu yelled out of voice, ignoring anything else, and directly jumped over the railing, jumped over the height of one floor, landed on the platform of the second floor, and ran up the stairs quickly.

"Little Crane! Little Deer! What happened to you two!?"

Then he saw a scene that almost stopped his heartbeat.

Fan Hemian was lying on the narrow corridor, covered in blood, his left arm had disappeared, and a half-meter-long hole was opened in his side, gurgling with blood.

However, the girl's blood is not bright red, but as pitch black as ink. Not only does it not faint when dripping on the ground, but it is like mercury beads, gathered into a ball of droplets.

Fan Luming originally squatted beside her sister, wiping tears while trying to treat her injuries.

He heard Ji Shu's voice and quickly raised his head, his face showed a surprise expression like a savior from the sky, "We are here! We are here!"

He cried as he waved his hand and said:

"The old lady is to save and save me..."

"Okay, stop talking."

Ji Lu interrupted his younger brother's self-blame, without saying anything, ran over and hugged the girl sideways:

"Let's find the relief stone wall first!"

He didn't have time to ask what happened to the Fan family, and why Fan Hemian was hurt so badly.

The top priority is to save the girl's life, and the only way is to send her back to the Brahma Palace immediately.

"Here!"

Ren Jian silently understood Ji Shu's thoughts and ran ahead to lead the way.

He took Ji Xiaoniao, who hugged Fan Hemian, and Fan Luming, who was behind him, across the corridor, ran through the stairs, returned to the second-story platform, climbed the spiral staircase, and ran towards the third-story platform.

During this process, Fan Hemian could no longer speak. She closed her eyes, her hands and feet fell softly, as if she had lost consciousness.

The "blood", which is generally pitch-black with metallic luster, oozes from her wounds, dripping all over Ji Shu's body.

Ji Xiaoniao was panicked and anxious.

He felt hesitated and feared more than the pain that seemed to hit the soul when he heard the death of Mr. Dagen from the twins, and watched the life of his companion gradually disappear in his arms.

Fan Hemian's breathing was already barely audible. If it weren't for the slight ups and downs in his chest, Ji Xuan would almost feel like he was holding a corpse.

"Hold on! Hold on!"

As Ji Xiaoniao ran, she cheered loudly for her sister, whether or not she could hear her.

"You must not die!"

The three took the seriously injured Fan Hemian to the third floor platform, followed the stairs connecting the platform to a corridor covered with embroidered carpets, and finally found a curved wall with embossed portraits.

"Hurry up!"

Ji Yu put down Fan Hemian, leaned against a human-shaped pit, and raised his hand to pat her cheek:

"Wake up! Wake up!"

"Active abstention" can only be confirmed by the participant himself, if Fan Hemian cannot restore his sanity, he cannot send the person back.