Ji Xueya wanted to penetrate the floor framed, but unexpectedly, he accidentally released a red-skinned mouse, which spit out a fishy liquid from his mouth.

As soon as this liquid touches the floor, it will make a "sizzling" sound and white smoke will appear, as if it is corroding the ground.

Ji Xueya: "What a fucking rat? It's fine if you run fast, but you can even attack like this."

"Ji Xueya!" Meng Busan suddenly called him.

Ji Xueya took the time to look at Meng Busan and saw him pointing his fingers in one direction twice.

Ji Xueya suddenly realized that he wanted to attack this mouse with him, but what could this mouse do with such agility?

Ji Xueya was irritated and subconsciously released the ice barrier in one direction according to Meng Busan's command.

The mouse turned around in a hurry, and behind it was the corner of the wall.

It turned around again and was ready to run away.

These two turnovers slowed down its speed.

Ji Xueya was happy and was about to give the mouse another plan to hit him, but he didn't prevent a piece of wooden board from flying over.

"Boom" hit the red-skinned mouse.

The mouse was attacked this time, as if it was irritated, and no longer avoided it. Instead, he turned around and rushed towards Meng Busan in a dizzy way.

Ji Xueya widened his eyes and said, "Run!"

Meng Busan played with the parasol in his hand and stood there motionless.

Ji Xueya cursed inwardly and immediately shot out the ice.

The mouse moved in a coquettish manner, avoiding the solid ice he fired, and rushed towards Meng Busan without hesitation, just like a beautiful rat that was fascinating to the whole country.

Ji Xueya's voice was hoarse and she roared: "You run away for me! Ai doesn't love it!"

Meng Busan sighed and smiled at him, "Well, don't worry, things are not as complicated as you think."

He raised his lips, "This mouse will not threaten me, either."

The umbrella in his hand turned around and stood on the ground with a "bang".

At the same time, the mouse let out a scream.

Ji Xueya looked closely.

Well, the mouse that he could not even die was easily poked by Ai Buai with the tip of his tail and could not leave.

The mouse seemed to have not thought about leaving, but hugged Meng Busan's leather shoes and rubbed his face with a foolish look on his face.

Ji Xueya: "..."

He was so sad and angry, "What the hell is this!"

Meng Busan Chao Ji Xueya raised his eyebrows: "You still have to stand there with such a good attack opportunity?"

Ji Xueya suddenly shot out an ice edge and nailed the mouse to the floor.

The red-skinned mouse squeaked, and the black blood flowed all over the floor, and the blood-burning floor sizzled.

Meng Busan moved the umbrella tip away in time and took a few steps back.

The black blood from the red-skinned rat soaked the floor where the picture frame was located, and even slowly dissolved through the entire floor.

It fell down "click".

Meng Busan looked at the hole that was dissolved, and he couldn't see what it looked like below.

Ji Xueya asked in a low voice: "What happened just now?"

Meng Busan: "Hmm? What?"

Ji Xueya: "You don't think I didn't see anything, do you? Why is that mouse attracted to you so much? Why doesn't you attack you? Are you really a trialist?"

Meng Busan raised his head and blinked innocently, "Of course he is a trialist. There should be no monster as smart as me, right?"

Ji Xueya was about to complain about him, but suddenly woke up and almost said to him again.

Ji Xueya looked at him and whispered: "Don't lie to me, otherwise you will know what to do."

Meng Busan raised his head slightly, and the title above Ji Xueya's head reflected in his clear eyes.

He chuckled, "Do you have a cold-blooded assassin? Ah, I know the end."

His smile was soft and sincere, "Don't worry, I'm never lie."

He put his fingers together, pressed against the end of his eyebrows, waved slightly at Ji Xueya, and then showed a bright smile.

Ji Xueya snorted, "I don't know if you dare."

He looked down at the hole that was dissolved by the red-skinned mouse, "It's another time to go down here?"

"What's the use of setting this way? If you don't need death to fill the picture frame, can we continue to do this!"

Meng Busan's smile restrained a little, "I'm afraid it's not that simple."

Ji Xueya: "You wait first, I'll go down and take a look."

Just as he was about to jump down, Meng Busan grabbed his sleeve.

Ji Xueya looked at him in confusion.

Meng Busan: "Let's go together, I can at least help."

Ji Xueya snorted lightly.

Meng Busan said softly: "Even I want to help you more."

"What are you doing!"

Ji Xueya raised her chin coldly, "Okay, because you want to help so much."

"But I don't need your help, just take care of yourself."

Meng Busan smiled.

The two jumped out of the deep pit together. After experiencing the familiar darkness, they finally touched the ground under their feet.

This time, what appeared in front of the two was an incisive and brilliant restaurant.

There are complex decorations hanging on the walls, bright crystal chandeliers above the head, and bright red and soft carpets on the ground.

A long table covered with white tablecloth is placed in the center of the restaurant, surrounded by ten chairs, and flowers and candlesticks are placed on the long table.

One of the ten chairs is placed at the head and end of the table, and the remaining eight are placed at both ends of the long table, four at the left and right.

Each chair corresponds to a white dining plate on the table, and next to the dining plate is a knife and a fork, just like a dinner party will be held here next moment.

However, strangely, there were no guests on the chair, only clocks.

Meng Busan touched his chin, walked around the table with a small parasol, and looked at the clock one by one.

Unlike the general clock, there are three pointers, these clocks have four pointers, and the four pointers become shorter little by little. The dial is not a number from one to twelve, but zero to nine.

Ji Xueya muttered impolitely, "What a hell is this clock!"

Meng Busan poked the dial with the tip of the parasol and smiled and said, "You read it according to the length of the pointer."

Ji Xueya said slowly: "Four, eight, one, zero."

Ji Xueya was slightly surprised, "Is this very close to the time point we are at?"

Meng Busan smiled, "Yes, the clocks here represent the time points from 4810 to 4800."

"The clock on the main seat does not have the second long pointer, and the remaining pointers are stopped at four, zero, and zero respectively."

He gently stroked the clock on the seat, as if he was stroking his lover.

He said slowly: "There are still a line of words engraved on this clock."

He patted the position above the clock and smiled and said, "It says, you and I stand at both ends of time and on the balance of death."

Ji Xueya looked at him confused, "What does this mean?"

Meng Busan raised his lips, "Do you remember what I told you, my missing companion?"

He put his hands on the clock, his chin against the back of his hand, tilted his head and gave him a mysterious smile.

"I'm afraid that I and my companion will be isolated at both ends of time now."

"The clock also says that the golden death depicts the silhouette of the end. When time is filled with death and one end of the balance is suppressed, hope will appear at the end of the loved one."

Ji Xueya was even more confused.

Meng Busan stretched out a finger, pressed it against his lips, and smiled slightly, "You open the lid of the clock and take a look. I think there might be surprises under time."

According to what Meng Busan said, Ji Xueya opened the lid of the clock.

Ji Xueya's movements stopped.

Meng Busan: "What did you see?"

He closed his eyes and chuckled, "Can it be a balance?"

Ji Xueya turned around, "How do you know?"
To be continued...