Snow.

Gently dye the taupe hood a mottled white.

Under the tough hat brim, there is a slightly green face with a strange star pattern, which is constantly changing as the light shines on it.

Under the cloak, there was no more clothing on the majestic body that did not match his face.

The exposed skin looks a little dull, but with the light, digital patterns emerge like ants, making the entire body look like a work of art.

This man just walked like this.

The pace is consistent, neither fast nor slow.

At a certain moment, the weak sunlight, whose temperature was almost unfeelable, slowly fell from behind and never got up again.

The shadow completely merges with the night.

He finally stopped.

Put down the hood.

In the darkness, the only color is snow.

The gradually twisting snow.

puff.

Without warning, a long and narrow blade appeared in the man's hand, and he slowly pulled it out from a terrifying snowman with hollow eyes and a human face.

call.

It was as if a gust of wind was blowing.

Around the man, the twisted snowflakes returned to normal again.

He kept walking forward.

About 100 meters.

The surrounding snow showed signs of distortion again.

So, he stopped.

puff.

The second ferocious-looking snowman was shattered.

He is still walking.

Along the way, seven terrifying snowmen were crushed.

We came to a dilapidated forest hut.

Suddenly a dim light came on inside the house.

Soon, the door was pushed open.

An old woman wearing a headscarf and holding an oil lamp appeared at the door. She was hunched over, carrying a cane, and her eyes were so big and scary, with no pupils, no whites, and her eyes were pitch black.

The two sides were confronting each other.

The old woman suddenly laughed silently, let go of her hand, and the oil lamp fell over on the snow.

Bang.

The flames swept across a hundred meters in radius.

The snow all over the ground melted, but it did not turn into water, nor did it extinguish the fire above. Instead, it acted like fuel, fueling the fire.

boom.

A raging fire.

Smoke filled the air.

The man stood in the sea of ​​fire, with stars flowing around his body. He suddenly lowered his waist and punched out.

Hiss~

After a sharp howl.

A huge fan-shaped vacuum zone appeared in the sea of ​​fire.

The old woman and the wooden house were all wiped away by the punch.

The flame changes from strong to weak, from weak to extinguished.

Blink and everything returns to its original state.

The snow is still falling.

The wind is still blowing.

A huge fan-shaped open space appeared in front of where the man was standing.

The snow, trees, old woman, wooden house and soil all disappeared, as if they had been scraped away by a huge force.

"Cough cough~cough cough cough~~~"

The man coughed violently and bent down for the first time, squatting on the ground.

Bright red blood dripped on the white snow.

Mixed with several pieces of offal meat of different sizes.

"return."

The voice is hoarse and unpleasant.

But with these words, a beam of light fell from the sky. When the beam dissipated, the man disappeared.

chirp.

chirp.

Just seven seconds after the man disappeared, the snowflakes in the sky became distorted again.

A faceless old man with a hunchback staggered out of the darkness, carrying a bundle of firewood on his back, and stopped in the fan-shaped open space, motionless, and just fell into a daze.

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boom.

Debris flew.

Chen Qingyan withdrew his fist from the hole, his expression very gloomy.

When he was taking a shower, he was sent to the mission world without saying a word. This was the third time... Bute must have deliberately messed with him.

"Master, are you okay?"

The voice of secretary Huang Zhenzhen came from outside the door.

"fine."

He replied.

Then he asked: "How long have I slept?"

"Three days." Huang Zhenzhen replied loudly.

Chen Qingyan frowned, it was actually three days.

"Sure enough, after becoming a hunter, the mission world you enter has changed."

He scratched his hair in distress.

When he was still a pioneer, every time he entered the mission world, no matter how long he stayed there, only an hour would pass at most after he came out, and most of the time it would linger between ten to twenty minutes.

But after becoming a hunter, he entered the mission world three times in a row. After returning, the real world often passed for a long time. This time it was only three days, but the last time, he disappeared for half a month.

Fortunately, generally speaking, the speed of flow in the real world is still slow, and there is no exaggerated situation where one day in the sky takes one year on earth.

Moreover, he felt that the main missions he had performed these few times were quite difficult.

Yes, it is difficult for him.

"Why did this change happen? Aren't the worlds entered by hunters and pioneers at the same level of difficulty?"

Chen Qingyan thought of buzzard.

When they first appeared in space, there were many portals above the space.

From low to high, the lower, the more portals. On the contrary, the higher, the fewer portals.

Just like a pyramid.

A pyramid made of portals.

Behind these portals, there must be worlds.

He already had a guess.
To be continued...