Chapter One Hundred One

Wen Jianyan's spine was tightly pressed against the cold and hard mirror surface, and the line from the neck to the chest was pressed by deep and thick shadows, bringing a nearly suffocating dizziness.

“…God ​​of the Father.”

His voice was slightly hoarse, as if he was "pussing" from the depths of his throat: "Are you there?"

The light outside the mirror shone in from behind, and the light and shadow moved, and the footsteps and conversations of the teammates could be vaguely heard.

As the light changes, it seems that someone comes to the mirror and taps it tentatively with his knuckles, as if there is another space hidden under the observation mirror.

The faint vibration was transmitted along the mirror, and the rhythm of rapid heartbeat was overlapped.

“…”

The darkness in front of me was dead silent.

Someone responded.

...

Wen Jianyan was oppressed and raised his head, gasping for some difficulty.

In front of him was a thick black spot that was completely unsightly penetrated by vision, like sticky ink and thick thick clouds, covering him.

The original type seemed to be there and not, the looming feeling of touch had been completely solidified, and turned into a ruthless bondage. The cold tentacles of shadows were tightly strangled into the skin, wrapped around various parts of the body, and tightened little by little as time went by.

Every inch of the skin was deeply trapped in the cold shadows.

The overly tight feeling of wrapping made Wen Jianyan curl up subconsciously, and then he was pressed back onto the mirror.

The back of his head hit the mirror with a "boom".

Outside the mirror.

Yun Bilan, who put her palm on the mirror, was slightly stunned and looked deeper into the mirror.

"What's wrong?"

Wen Ya behind her chased, "Have you found any clues?"

“…”

Yun Bilan frowned: "I'm not sure."

There seemed to be movement inside, but it was too small, which made her not sure whether the other party was trapped inside.

Wen Ya lowered her eyes and pondered for a while: "Let me try."

As she said that, she stepped forward straight ahead.

Wen Jianyan was dizzy by this shock, and his head was buzzing.

Even so, his brain was still running rapidly.

The situation is a bit strange now.

Wen Jianyan is sure that he has violated the rules.

This dungeon has ended, and the other party's soul fragments are temporarily traced, which means that the transaction between them is still in progress.

The murderous intent hidden in his heart should be exposed for the time being.

This time entering the mirror world is also the other party's acquiescence in a sense.

The other party has reasons and should not break up and attack him at this time.

"Wu Zhu?Wu Zhu!"

Wen Jianyan shouted tentatively.

“…”

There was a dead silence in the darkness, and the shadows were surging silently, and no one responded.

Wen Jianyan slowly narrowed his eyes, and a thoughtful look flashed through his eyes.

He realized that the other party had appeared from the beginning.

Even if these shadows that symbolize the other person's existence float around endlessly, the "body" of Wu Zhu, the existence, appeared once.

If you are connected with the second mirror journey in Decai Middle School -

At this time, before being awakened, the other party is completely conscious, and the shadow is like an ordinary, unconscious dead object, and will not react.

That's also...

Perhaps the appearance of a "body" means the other party's rationality and consciousness, and when the "body" disappears, these shadows are an unconscious, purely instinctive quantity.

If you say so, everything will be explained.

Because of his "mark" on his body, the black shadow did not attack him, and was even likely to regard him as a kind of person. After he dragged the second human in, the sleeping calm state was broken, and these out-of-control quantities began to attack all invaders.

“Um…”

When Wen Jianyan was just pondering, a shadow was wrapped around his thighs.

Pain analgesics and mildewers have failed.

The pain that disappeared some time ago seemed to be just a deception of the senses. After the effect of the "medicine" disappeared, all the sensations were retaliated by the body.

The slightly rough fabric was pressed outside and slowly grinded and tied to the overly sensitive skin. It was hot and numb and itchy, bringing a strong, almost shameful tingling feeling.

"Grass!"

Wen Jianyan couldn't help but curse.

He shivered for a moment and subconsciously curled up his body.

The shadow that just now remained motionless no matter how he called, finally reacted this time.

Wen Jianyan's subconsciously curled body was forced to unfold under the pressure of the outside, like shellfish pried open with a hard shell, and was forced to reveal white, fragile, and unprepared soft shell meat.

The next second, the cold shadows cut into the gap between the fabric and the skin.

"I'm a grass!!"

Wen Jianyan started to play.

He took a breath of cold air, his pupils shrank slightly, and he subconsciously cursed: "I'm sick!!!"

The hot and hot skin was crushed and tortured by the cold dark tentacles, malicious and cruel, as if it was "forced" more human voices and struggles.

"How the hell are you more perverted than when you are conscious!"

Wen Jianyan went crazy and he started to play.

Under the stimulation of the pain, his eyes turned red, and a little watery color appeared in the corners of his eyes. The physiological tears wet his eyelashes:

"Fuck! Let me go!"

Outside the mirror.

Wen Ya put her palm on the slightly vibrated mirror and narrowed her eyes: "It should be wrong."

Only determine the position of the teammates. The next "operation" is very simple. There are props in the system mall that can pull out the teammates.

However, the usage distance of this prop is extremely limited, with large differences in different levels, and the effect is also very unstable. If the position of the teammate is not very certain, the probability of failure in use is very high.

Wen Ya gritted her teeth and exchanged for the highest level of props "Hook Claw" in her store.

A few seconds later, the light spot disappeared as the hook claw became.

It seems to be invalid.

Seeing this, the hearts of the few people were sank.

Yun Bilan stepped forward: "Let me try."

Her level is the highest among the several anchors present, and the open shopping mall level is also the highest.

Soon, Yun Bilan exchanged for higher-level props and activated them.

The metal hook claws penetrate into the mirror, like a fish hook falling into a smooth lake.

“…”

Everyone instinctively held their breath slightly and stayed anxiously.

Time passes by bit by bit.

Every minute and every second passes seem particularly difficult.

Suddenly, the hook claws moved violently!

With a slight tremor, the slender iron wire slowly pulled out from the mirror.

The next second, Wen Jianyan, who was tightly hooked on the collar, was pulled out from the depths of the mirror, and fell to the ground in a mess.

“!!!”

Yun Bilan and others' eyes lit up, surrounded them one after another, and said in a slight manner: "Are you okay!"

"Can you still get up?"
To be continued...