Chapter 109

[Honesty comes first] Live broadcast room:

"Hahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahaha!

"Hahahahahahahahaha, wife, do you think you are terrible like this!"

"It's such a horror movie, so funny!"

"!!!"

Huang Mao took a step back in horror, but before he could do anything, a pair of arms suddenly popped out of the mirror.

The opponent's skin was warm, and his arms were slender but powerful. He strangled his neck lightly and skillfully, suppressing all his frightened screams back into his throat, and used gravity to drag him violently into the mirror.

.

"Uh huh huh!"

Huang Mao's legs were kicking in the air.

The mirror was like a big open mouth, swallowing him whole without leaving any trace.

The next second, Huang Mao felt that the world was spinning in front of his eyes, and the thick darkness was pressing down heavily.

"Uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu"

His eyes trembled with fear in their sockets, and he looked at Nian in front of him in shock, trembling like a frightened bird.

The moment the opponent let go of him, Huang Mao jumped three feet away.

"Ahhhhh!"

With a sad face, he ran all the way to the mirror that came in, and slapped the mirror with his palms frantically, making a clanging sound, but the mirror did not move at all.

Staring at the back of his teammates not far away, Huang Mao screamed at the top of his lungs:

"Help, help ah ah ah ah ah!!"

However, all sounds were easily blocked by the mirror, and all struggles seemed so feeble.

Wen Jianyan did not stop him.

On the contrary, his eyes did not fall on Huang Mao at all.

The moment he returned to the mirror, a strong sense of threat came over him. The radar detecting danger blared instinctively in his mind, making Wen Jianyan tense up instantly.

He couldn't help but turn his head and look into the darkness.

The shadows in the darkness surge uneasily, like the ocean on the eve of a storm, containing terrifying waves that can bite people.

The shadow that had no attack power before and was floating almost unconsciously was no longer warm, and the darkness moved like a beast showing its fangs.

At this moment, Huang Mao also felt the fear that seemed to come from the depths of his soul. He turned his head suddenly and looked at Wen Jianyan in horror, as if the other party was about to bite his throat:

"You, you, you...what are you going to do?"

Grass.

Wen Jianyan's pupils shrank and he couldn't help but curse in his heart.

He looked at the yellow hair in front of him and said very quickly:

"You shouldn't ask me what I want to do..."

Nian stepped forward quickly, suddenly pulled up Huang Mao who was huddled by the mirror, gritted his teeth and said, "You should ask what this dimension is going to do to us!"

???

Huang Mao was dumbfounded.

What...what does it mean?

Huang Mao was pulled forward and took a step forward. He stumbled behind Wen Jianyan, still a little unable to recover, and subconsciously turned his head to look behind him.

This glance almost scared him out of his wits.

The darkness that was peaceful just now has been completely disturbed, and boundless chaos is surging, pressing down from above the head like a dark ocean.

At that moment, a strong shuddering sensation surged up against my tailbone.

This is not the feeling of terror when seeing ghosts, but the feeling of smallness and panic that humans feel when facing earthquakes, tsunamis, and natural disasters.

It makes your knees weak and your whole body weak, as if you will be crushed by this overpowering "sex" in the next second.

"What are you doing standing still? Run!"

Wen Jianyan grabbed Huang Mao and jumped three feet high like a cat whose tail was stepped on: "Hurry up, or do you want to die!!"

Huang Mao suddenly came back to his senses.

His face was miserable, without a trace of blood, there was cold sweat on his forehead, and his teeth were chattering. Despite this, his legs still moved forward involuntarily, and the instinctive desire to survive burned deep in his body, making him use

Run as hard as you can.

"This way!"

Wen Jianyan grabbed Huang Mao and ran away from where he first entered based on his memory.

He could clearly feel that the shadows around him were no longer as "friendly" as they were at first.

It's not accurate to say friendly.

At first, this darkness seemed to be in a copy of [Decai Zhong], sleeping and unconscious, like a dead thing. But since he brought the second person in, it seemed to be half awakened.

That strong, overwhelming desire for malicious aggression rushed over me.

Wen Jianyan said his scalp was numb.

He could feel that this malice was not only directed at Huang Mao, but also at him.

Oh shit.

This golden finger is too damn impractical!

Can it only be used half a time?

Even before the first time is over, it will be counterattacked. What kind of bullshit golden finger is this!!!

The thin shadows around him entangled his limbs and torso, bringing an icy chill, like a prey entangled by a snake, waiting for an opportunity to break its bones.

Wen Jianyan activated the props and struggled to break out of the shadows again and again.

It was okay the first time, the concentration of the shadow didn't seem to be solid enough, but as time went by, the intensity of the shadow drag became stronger and stronger.

Just like being stuck in a swamp, the harder you struggle, the faster you sink.

Right now, right now!

Just ahead!

Wen Jianyan's eyes were fixed on the "door" not far away. The swaying candlelight got closer and closer, magnifying everywhere.

Coming soon!

The mirror was close at hand, but the next second, the solid shadow struck again, wrapped around his legs, and happened to pinch into the soft skin on the inside.

"……ah!"

Nian's pupils shrank, and a suppressed sob escaped from the depths of his throat.

Whether it was because too much time had passed, the pain reliever seemed to be slowly losing its effectiveness. The area that had been worn was burning, and intense pain spread from the overly tender and sensitive skin.

Wen Jianyan staggered.

Huang Mao was startled and turned to look at Nian, who suddenly slowed down: "You..."

However, before he could say anything, he felt a strong push on his back.

The next second, his entire body lost gravity and stumbled into the mirror in front of him!

"Ahhhh!!"

Huang Mao closed his eyes and screamed subconsciously.

However, the imaginary collision did not happen. He seemed to have passed through something like a film. He was dizzy and rolled twice on the ground. He did not stop until his back hit a hard corner.

Come down.

His face looked pale with fear, and he opened his eyes cautiously like a frightened animal.

In front of him was a small, closed room, with a candle burning quietly in front of the mirror. The tears on the candle below had condensed, and there was a nauseating smell floating in the air.

Like some rancid burning smell.

Under a dim light, Huang Mao could see his own face distorted by fear in the mirror.

He stood up shivering and groped frantically on the wall, trying to find a way to escape.

The next second, I didn't know what I touched in my hand, I just heard a soft "click" sound, and the wall in front of me suddenly moved. Huang Mao lost his center of gravity and stumbled out.

"Why are you here-?!"

A female voice that couldn't hide her shock sounded from above her head.
To be continued...