The sound of the fight stopped, and Ding Chi faintly heard the sound of hitting the door from the upper floor. It seemed that Yu Jin had never beaten the exile and was chased upstairs. What should I do now? Stay near the trap and continue waiting?

Ding Chi felt that every choice he made at this moment was not a good choice. Staying was only temporary safe. Once the exiled person solved Yu Jin, Ding Chi was definitely not the opponent of the exiled person; if you chased him, you would likely encounter the exiled person in advance. Once Yu Jin was not nearby, Ding Chi would also not be able to escape the word "death".

After gritting his teeth, Ding Chi felt that waiting would only make him become more and more cowardly, and he walked out of his hiding place. He hugged his waist and walked along the dark corridor to the hall, and saw a broken chair, and there was a dark dagger on the ground, which belonged to Yu Jin. Blood was sprinkled on the ground, and I don’t know if it was Yu Jin’s or the exiled.

He picked up the pitch-black dagger, pinned it to his waist, with a shield in his left hand, holding the phone with the camera mode turned on, holding the dagger in his right hand, and turned around and climbed up the steps along the steps. The huge mirror on the first and half of the floor had been completely broken, and glass debris were sprinkled on the ground and the steps. Ding Chi carefully avoided the broken glass and went up to the second floor.

The second layer is much darker than the first layer. Ding Chi did not turn on the flashlight, so the screen of the mobile phone was pitch black and there was nothing to see. He frowned and thought for a while, and simply put away the mobile phone. The exiles could sense their position and even see them intuitively. Then a dark environment was the best environment, which could effectively limit the vision of the exiles. It was just that he didn't know whether the exiles saw them through their eyes or through something else.

Walking along the dark corridor to the right, where the last sound of hitting the door was there. Ding Chi approached a classroom and stretched out his cell phone to shine in. With the lights illuminated across the street, the picture on the cell phone was pitch black and blurry, but it could barely be seen, and it was empty and nothing. Putting away the cell phone, he walked to the next classroom, poked out his cell phone again, slowly moved, and then suddenly stopped. In the picture, a black shadow stood at the window, leaning down slightly, looking down, holding a crossbow in his hand.

The next moment, the black shadow seemed to feel something, slowly turned around and raised a crossbow to the door. It was an exile! It was not until now that Ding Chi saw that the guy had something on his face, which looked like the VR glasses he had always wanted to buy. Ding Chi leaned against the wall, and only his left hand holding the phone was exposed to the exile's sight. He could hardly help but run away, but he forced himself to calm down.

The light shining from across the street was already very dark, and the tilt of the light could not touch the door at all. So if the exile saw them through his eyes, he would not see Ding Chi at all. If it was through precise perception, everything would be over, and Ding Chi had no way to escape the pursuit.

He was betting, and the next moment, the result came out. The exile pulled the trigger, and a feather arrow arrived in an instant, flew over with his cell phone, and nailed it to the door on the other side.

The exiled did not see Ding Chi's left hand holding his cell phone!

The left hand trembled slightly, and the exile in the picture moved its neck, dropped its crossbow, pulled out a long machete from behind, and then walked towards the door step by step. While walking, the exiled continued to use the machete to explore the way, and sometimes chopped left and right.

He can't see himself!

Ding Chi's heart beat violently, and a thought jumped out of his mind, and then he could no longer suppress the impulse: Since he couldn't see himself, wouldn't he have the chance to kill him with one knife now?

Yu Jin guessed right. When the intensity is close enough, the perception of the exile will lose its effect. The corridor is pitch black and no one can see anyone. It is almost the best preset battlefield. At this moment, the enemy is bright and dark, which is simply the best opportunity to attack.

Ding Chi took a deep breath and made up his mind. He lowered his lower body little by little, staring at the exiles who were getting closer and closer to the screen, preparing to avoid the first round of attacks and launch a sneak attack immediately.

The closer the exiles approached the door, the more cautious they were, and the slower they were. When they approached the door, the exiled stopped straight away. The machete that poked forward swayed and swam, while the exiled raised his left hand and touched his helmet.

Is he going to... turn on the flash?

You can't hesitate anymore. Once the other party turns on the flash, all Ding Chi's previous plans will be invalid. Not only will the sneak attack fail, but you will also face close-range hunting from exiled people.

Ding Chi gritted his teeth and rushed out of the shadow. The steak frying pan fixed on his left arm thrust against the machete, and raised the bone-knitting knife in his right hand and stabbed it hard.

The knife seemed to stab something, but it felt very wrong. The vibration from the hilt of the knife reached the palm told Ding Chi that the knife had a very hard thing and did not penetrate into the exile at all. Ding Chi did not believe in evil, and rushed into the classroom with the unexpected exile. The knife was pulled out and stabbed again, but it still did not penetrate into the exile.

He was wearing a stabbing suit!

Ding Chi finally reacted, and at the same time, Ding Chi suddenly felt the resistance was empty, and he staggered straight to the ground. His left hand grabbed his phone tightly, raised it up and glanced at it, and saw the exile lying on the ground, struggling to get up. Ding Chi pounced over before he could get up. The frying pan in his left arm was aimed at the direction where the machete might have come, shrank, and stabbed the knife in his back hand continuously. The first knife was empty, the second knife was still stabbed on the ground, and the third knife finally felt like it was flesh.

when!

His left arm was hit hard, and a spark burst out from the frying pan. Ding Chi was smashed and had to let go of the knife in order to maintain balance. He supported his right hand on the ground with his right hand and then pounced on him again.

This is how life and death fights. When he fights, he will not consider whether he will die. At this moment, he only has one thought in his mind, which is to kill the damn exile!

The only trace of reason made him pounce on the exile's right hand holding the knife. The two rolled together in the darkness, and Ding Chi's phone was thrown to the ground. He fumbled the exile's right hand regardless of the matter, and then wrapped his hands around him, trying to snatch the machete in the exile's hand.

Ding Chi groaned, and he punched his right shoulder, followed by a punch in his right rib. The exile clenched the machete tightly, so Ding Chi simply opened his mouth and bit it.

Dang! A machete suddenly fell to the ground, and then Ding Chi felt that he was being pushed, unable to maintain his balance and suddenly turned to the ground. His second reaction was quick, picking up the machete on the ground and slashing at the position where the exile was. In the empty room, Ding Chi slashed like crazy, and he didn't cut anything except leaving a three-point knife mark on a shabby chair.
Chapter completed!