Various colorful brushstrokes spread across the wall, like flowing fire.

Su Ming'an approached. It was a room with a little light. Dark red handwriting was printed on the wall like blood, like the goals written on the big board when students attend a coming-of-age ceremony.

"Here, what is this, brother? Why is there such a thing in the dungeon..." Mo Yan poked his head behind him, as if he had never seen such a wall before.

Su Mingan put his hand on the wall. Nothing happened, and there were no clues. It seemed like it was just an ordinary wall.

He looked to the side and saw no other doors, as if the corridor had ended here.

"This dungeon is so small." Mo Yan said, "It only took a while from the time I walked out of the door. It's over now. I don't think it should be as big as two corridors..."

"Of course there are more." Su Ming'an retracted his hand: "Maybe it's just that the scope of night operations is restricted - or, there are other roads in the doors on both sides of the corridor that we ignored. But we didn't look at them one by one."

"Then, brother, let's look back...?"

Mo Yan turned around and wanted to go back, but suddenly saw a very bright light in his field of vision.

He turned on his night vision and saw that everything had a faint light, but this light was like a spark in the dark night, too obvious.

He thought for a while before finally confirming what it was.

Cold sweat suddenly climbed up his back, and his whole body was trembling. He immediately subconsciously wanted to retreat: "Brother, um, that damn thing seems to be back!"

...There are no cabinets here!

Previously, he was safe in the corridor on the second floor because of the cabinets, but now he is deep into this wall, and there is not a cabinet next to it, and there is no place to hide even if he wants to!

He turned his head hurriedly, wanting to remind his elder brother, but saw that his elder brother had already taken out a weapon in his hand.

It was a long sword, and the sword reflected light like a mirror. When he looked over, a layer of black light suddenly attached to the sword.

The pitch black area gave me a sense of danger.

The eldest brother looked very calm. He held the hilt of the sword with both hands and raised the sword. The black light flowed slightly with his movements, as if it was alive.

"Brother, do you want to... toughen that thing?"

Mo Yan was startled.

He knew that the eldest brother was most likely a big-shot figure, but fighting something that felt wrong just by looking at it... shouldn't be the correct way to deal with it, right?

He had only taken a close look at the light on the second floor, and his sanity fluctuated like crazy.

"Wait here." Su Ming'an has already switched to the bright state. After the annihilation is attached to the sword, it will stay for 90 seconds, which is enough for him to end a battle.

He didn't have to choose to fight. If there was spatial displacement, there would be no problem in escaping. Although Mo Yan behind him would most likely not be able to escape, he didn't feel guilty at all.

In many horror games, the "ghost" cannot be killed. Players can only choose to hide or run away when facing it, and it is impossible to turn around and fight back.

However, it’s okay to choose to fight.

Some things can only be known after trying them. Even if you know that you are in danger, maybe the upper limit is not completely locked... What if the opponent is a killable object?

Su Mingan rushed out.

"Brother, why do your weapons look so much like Arman..."

A confused voice came from behind.

Su Mingan ignored it.

At this time, the only thing left in the center of his field of vision was the light that looked a little burning at the moment.

The light seemed to have noticed him, and the small point began to gradually enlarge, and the two were approaching each other.

And the moment Su Mingan's eyes were fixed on the light, the orange value in the upper left corner began to fluctuate violently.

From 70, it dropped to 65 in an instant, and then rose again in an instant. The value jumped repeatedly, which was extremely unstable.

【...Why should we face reality?】

He suddenly heard a faint whisper in his ear, as if someone was approaching him and blowing air on him. The voice was soft and neutral.

His hand was raised for a moment, the sword blade was raised high, and a jet-black stream of light passed through it.

The next moment, space fluctuations enveloped the whole body.

The position changed in an instant, and he appeared behind the light.

Although there was darkness all around, the light was bright, and he could see the floor that was gradually illuminated by the light... and the emptiness around the light.

He originally thought that the light was controlled by something, or that something was holding the light. And this thing was his target.

But now when he looked closer, there was nothing there. He couldn't even find the target.

This light seemed to be floating in the air by itself, like a firefly, and there was no one controlling it.

The arrow is on the string and must be fired.

Although he could not find a specific target to attack, Su Mingan still swung his sword - towards the extremely bright light.

The sword blade swiped through the air and encountered no obstruction when passing through the lights. He was relieved when he saw the [HP-892! (Weakened!)] prompt jumping in front of him.

...As long as there is a health bar, that's fine.

That means the other party is "object that can be attacked".

The extremely dark black light collided between the lights, cutting the lights suddenly like jelly. He saw the light dispersed in half in front of him, and then heard an extremely clear system prompt:

[Immediate death resistance takes effect.]

The light has completely enveloped him.

When the last shadow on his body disappeared, he heard a vague murmur.

The words were unclear, and the specific meaning was unknown. But when he raised his head and looked at the slowly extinguishing light, he saw a blood-red figure at the end of the corridor that was incompatible with the darkness.

The dance skirt was blood red and shimmering. Standing there, it looked like flowing blood.

A long shadow was pulled out from behind "her", twisting strangely at this moment, completely covering the walls on both sides.

【...Why should we face reality?】

He heard such a voice again.

[Aren’t you the one they sent to enslave us?]

【Aren't you their unique masterpiece?】

【...So despicable, so low, so surrendered to reality, so "healthy" you.】

【——Why do you want to come back? 】

"..."

Su Mingan looked at the blood-red figure.

He heard a series of sad voices, like accusations, like sighs, like complaining about him, but also like envying him.

He heard the system prompt:

[Kill "Dongxue", Exp+0! 】

The next moment, the light magnified.

He held the sword and saw that the san value, which had dropped to 50, rose to 70 in an instant.

…

He opened his eyes.

He sat up suddenly and stretched out his hand.

The bright white light shined into his eyes. The light was too dazzling, and the sting caused tears to appear in the corners of his eyes.

In the darkened field of vision, the Sword of Arman originally held in his hand had disappeared, and he saw a pair of hands full of scars.

There are tiny pinholes on the back of the hand.

The blue and white hospital gown was worn loosely on his body, and there was a constant pain in his thigh.

...Back to file again?

He raised his head, the time on the clock was pointing to one o'clock, the wooden door was closed, and there was an unopened notebook on the table.

...although I don’t know what happened.

But this death actually had no sequelae, no pain at all, just like it went back to normal as soon as the eyes were closed and opened.

It clearly showed that instant death resistance was also in effect... Even the prompt to kill the opponent sounded, but he still died.

He was so dead that he didn't even know the cause of death.

Su Mingan frowned, but still stood up from the bed.

...This week, we will win quickly.

He crossed his legs, reached the table, and then quickly moved up.

The room was so small that he could reach the table without getting out of bed.

Without touching the floor, without making any sound, he sat on the table and opened the notebook.

It is still the familiar title page and familiar words.
To be continued...