I Was Once a Legend

Cui Zuojing turned back and continued to look for the small mirror in the vast spiritual pollution. He didn't know how long he could last, and he didn't know if this thing would have an unpredictable and lasting impact on him, but as long as there was a glimmer of hope , it is impossible for him to give up!

——Don't look any more, you can't find it, aren't you tired and cold now?Stop and rest for a while, what if you get out of this room?Since someone wants you to die, will you only arrange this one trap?

Get out!Don't bother me anymore!

Cui Zuojing pressed his hand against the wall with great force, and five shallow fingerprints were deducted by him on the wall, but no matter how hard he tried, the thought could not go away, as if the huge mouth of the abyss wanted to swallow him whole .

—Give it up, it's useless.

Go away!

Cui Zuojing stepped on the water and floated up, panting violently. The isolated and helpless situation made him think of his companions uncontrollably. At this moment, if Dong Zheng or Victor were by his side, it would never be like this.

Dong Zheng...

Thinking of the man who has been waiting for his answer, Cui Zuojing felt a little regretful. If he no longer had the chance to give him an answer, Dong Zheng would be sad for a while, right?

Even Cui Zuojing himself didn't realize that he was preparing for the worst. The most terrifying thing about mental interference was this. People who were disturbed would never realize that they had been deeply affected.

The chill of the water had already soaked his whole body, and even the blood would be frozen at night. Cui Zuojing brushed aside the wet hair on his forehead that hung between his eyebrows, and floated quietly in the water, with only one head sticking out.

The water outlet was submerged, and the rushing sound like death's footsteps could not be heard. Cui Zuojing bit the tip of his tongue hard and forced himself to lift his spirits with pain. Finally, he resisted the overwhelming negativity again and dived into the water to continue looking for the hope of survival.

His fingertips touching the wall have almost lost consciousness, his head is gradually becoming dizzy, and the bright red letters are dancing in front of his eyes, conveying the signal of death.

It would be great if Dong Zheng was here.

This search still found nothing, so Cui Zuojing could only go up again to take a breath.However, at this moment, the person who seemed to be in the dark heard his call, and a strong refreshment suddenly poured into his heart, dispelling all the strong negative influences like melting snow, and steadily and tenaciously expelled those who made him feel angry. Cui Zuojing gradually moved towards the harmful information of collapse.

Cui Zuojing broke out of the water, and the water was already only ten centimeters away from the roof. He could only raise his head to level, with only his nose out, and took a deep breath.

"call--"

This force came from nowhere, it seemed to emerge from the boy's heart out of thin air, but Cui Zuojing knew very well that it was Dong Zheng.

Although Dong Zheng never said it, Cui Zuojing could vaguely feel that the blood contract between the two had also established a connection with Dong Zheng's ability, which allowed him to accept orders from Dong Zheng without any burden. In Dong Zheng's eyes, the lines analyzed by the data and the possible future simulated.

Similarly, when he fell into the fear of being killed because of Fu Zhe's bell, it was Dong Zheng who gave him some kind of awakening.

These flowing and twisting blood-red fonts were no longer a threat to him, Cui Zuojing cheered up, dived into the water for the last time, and opened his eyes wide to look for the tiny reflections under the water.

The water level continued to rise, silently reaching the roof, and the biting cold water filled the entire room just like the air that once existed here.

Finally Cui Zuojing saw the slightly reflective sequin, and his index finger also touched the smoothness different from the wall.

A string of bubbles emerged from his lips, and he opened his eyes wide and moved closer to see the number 8 on it.

Cui Zuojing squeezed his fingernails into the gap between the lens and the wall, buckled it hard, and the lens fell. After spinning in the water for a while, it sank downward, revealing the dial code lock hidden behind it.

8, 3, 6, 7, 2, 7.

I dialed all six positions, but nothing happened.

The whole face of "killyou" seems to be the most genuine mockery of him.

No, not lost yet!

In the hopeless silence, another string of air bubbles gushed out from the corners of Cui Zuojing's lips. The air in his lungs had been exhausted. Now Cui Zuojing was holding on with a will to "don't die", suffocating his hands and feet. All weak, he grasped the wall with five fingers to fix his figure, and input with the last strength——

8, 3, 9, 7, 2, 7.

The moment he dialed the third number from 6 to 9, the mechanism hidden outside the room was suddenly touched, a circular formation appeared on the floor, and a huge suction came from it, swallowing it like a whale. Water inhalation!

Cui Zuojing only had time to step on the water, and took a hasty breath the moment he emerged from the water, and was sucked into the magic circle by the turbulent vortex like being trapped in a toilet.

The clown who was cleaning the lion dragon's cage suddenly raised his head.

The monster with the head of a dragon and the body of a sphinx let out a roar of dissatisfaction with the stop of his movements, but the clown ignored him. He straightened up slowly, staring at a point in the void, frowning, as if he was sensing something.

The circus shed was covered with layers of red curtains, the head of the circus was sitting on a chair higher than his whole body, eating dessert with a small iron spoon, he caught a glimpse of the clown's movements from the corner of his eye, and asked, "What's wrong? "

The clown didn't answer. He held his breath to perceive the energy fluctuations of those boxes, and his expression suddenly changed.

not good!

"Something went wrong." Throwing the brush in his hand on the ground, the clown didn't even bother to touch the lion dragon that was stretching its head towards him. He ran out of the animal actor's door placement area like a most vigorous cheetah, crossed In the empty performance venue and stage, he flipped onto the auditorium with one hand and rushed into the backstage on the other side.

There is a small box of unopened canned cat food on the bar. In the bottle on the wine cabinet that once contained Cui Zuojing’s feelings, the colorful streamer has faded a lot compared to the beginning. Eight boxes are placed under it. That layer, with various patterns painted on it.

At this time, the lid of the box with the gears and chimney painted on it was pushed open a small gap, and the dark red light was overflowing from it.

The clown raised his hand, and the silver-moon double sabers and the pitch-black Tang sabers hanging on the wall made a resonant sound of "噗", and flew straight into his hands with unsheathed sharp edges.

The clown stared at the constantly overflowing red light, and even his exaggerated smile couldn't hide the tight corners of his lips. He swiped his sword in front of him, directly breaking open the space, and stepped into the dark crack.

The head of the group was thrown there alone, holding the spoon and blinking.

Two seconds later, his complexion also changed suddenly, and he jumped off the chair, almost falling to the ground—the body of a three-year-old is too inconvenient.

The leader climbed up on hands and feet. He glanced at the cage not far away. The lion dragon immediately stopped roaring, ran out from the open cage door, and squatted down docilely in front of him.

In the Hell Circus, the head is the best animal trainer.

"Go to the core." There was an unconcealable seriousness in the leader's little voice.

The lion dragon immediately carried him and ran outside. The leader grabbed the mane around its neck to stabilize his figure, only to realize that he was still holding a spoon in his hand.

After a few breaths, Shilong shuttled through many compartments, and rushed straight towards the curtain. The diamond-shaped mark between the head's eyebrows flashed, and the moment he hit it, Shilong and his figure passed through it and disappeared into the air. in the shed.

The feeling of passing through the overlapping point of space is not wonderful. When the sight is clear again, the phantom of the girl is floating in the air.She seemed to be sitting on an invisible chair, staring at the complex runes suspended in the void, and murmured: "It doesn't look right, but it really can't trap him to this extent."

"What are you doing?" The head of the group grasped his mane tightly, frowned with unobvious eyebrows, and stared sharply at the uninvited guest.

"Ah, you're here." The girl turned her head. She had strange silver hair and red eyes, and a black gothic dress, which was extraordinarily gorgeous in the blue light that flickered repeatedly in this space.

"If you don't get out of me again, don't blame me for being rude." It was clear that there was no deterrent effect in the mouth of a three-year-old child, but even Kether didn't dare to take it as a simple cruel word .

The shimmering runes all dimmed, gathering a dangerous atmosphere, slowly gathering towards the girl.

Kether stood up, and the fan appeared in her hand out of thin air, and she opened it to cover half of her face. The girl narrowed her eyes slightly, and said with a coquettish smile: "Forget it, let's do it this time, but tell us dear little Dolly, come on." There will be no such good thing this time."

The palm-sized rune pierced her chest before her words fell.

But no blood flowed out, as if through a piece of air, nothing happened, Kether was still standing there perfectly.Facing the group leader's sudden attack, the girl sighed: "Don't be so irritable, have you forgotten that we haven't investigated you for harboring the Red Queen's remnants?"

Her figure turned into a piece of tiny electronic light spots, which slowly dissipated.

Only the leader and Shilong were left among the secret keys. The leader snorted coldly, and his voice echoed coldly in this alien space:

"What are you guys?"

Consciousness gradually became clear from the chaos, Cui Zuojing coughed twice, and sprayed a small jet of water from his nose.

He forced himself to turn over and adjusted into a kneeling and crawling position, pressing his abdomen hard, trying to squeeze out all the water.

The lungs and nasal cavity were stinging from the choking water, and he almost coughed almost. Cui Zuojing was paralyzed. He wanted to close his eyes and take a rest, but he was still not out of danger, so he reluctantly sat up.

Cui Zuojing looked around. He was locked in a huge glass bottle. There was a shallow layer of water at the bottom of the bottle, which was obviously brought in from the previous room.

The bottle was only 1.5 meters high, and he couldn't stand up completely. He could only sit or half kneel. The top was tightly blocked by a cork. Cui Zuojing searched around but couldn't find a place where he could breathe.

If you don't get out as soon as possible, you will be suffocated inside.

While thinking, Cui Zuojing kept rubbing the skin on his chest, abdomen and neck vigorously. He hadn’t eaten for ten hours and had been soaked in cold water for too long. He might have an accident due to hypothermia at any time, so he needed to hurry up. Just keep your temperature.

The inner wall of the bottle was covered with a layer of fog, making everything outside blurry, and only vague shadows could be seen. Cui Zuojing touched his pocket. Now, let him breathe a sigh of relief.

If you need to fight, you won't be helpless.

The air in the bottle was limited, Cui Zuojing took off all the wet clothes, wrung out the water and put them on again, sat quietly for a while to minimize the consumption of oxygen, and seized the time to adjust the state.

The body did not continue to cool down, and the tingling pain in the lungs gradually eased. Cui Zuojing stretched out his fingers, and drew a group of concentric circles on the mist of the glass bottle, and tapped lightly on the center of the target.

Through the place where the mist was wiped off, Cui Zuojing could see clearly that there were indeed many figures standing outside. They were dressed in dark blue overalls, and they stood upright and motionless as if there were no opened machines.

It's the factory maintenance workers.

Could this be the "outside" of the factory?

Cui Zuojing thought about it, and adjusted into a half-kneeling posture. He held the steel plate in his left hand, clenched his right hand, and his eyes suddenly became sharp.

He punched heavily on the bullseye he pointed out!