Global Trial

The last level is like the gate of hell. In comparison, the trial officer 659 is like a tonic after the gate of hell.

Before they left, Cen Heng asked, "Fourth brother, don't you want to buy a shield?"

"Shields... are useless." Xia Mingdong said truthfully: "The durability won't last much time, so forget it."

Cen Heng: "Then you are going to run like this?"

"Small size, flexible and convenient, much better than the inconvenient movement with a shield." Xia Mingdong said, "I would like to thank ABJ for this."

ABJ was suddenly cueed, and even Cen Heng couldn't figure out what was going on.

"what happened?"

At this time, Xia Mingdong and Ning Ge had already walked to the corner, just smiled and didn't say anything else.

At the last place where the paper clip was bent, Ning Ge grabbed Xia Mingdong and whispered in his ear: "Remember to replenish blood."

Xia Mingdong: "..."

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He knew it was coming.

Ninge supported his shoulders from behind to help him stand still.

Xia Mingdong found out that Brother Ning likes to stab in the back, almost every time.

What a strange, unspeakable fetish - good.

……

Just like welcoming the final judgment, as soon as Ning Ge and Xia Mingdong passed the last corner of the paper clip, overwhelming attacks hit Xia Mingdong and Ning Ge.

Zeng Hou Yi's chime bell made a dull sound, as if sharp sound waves pierced their ears, and countless arrows flew towards them. Xia Mingdong was hit by a sword, and a large blood flower was printed on his chest.

His body slowly fell to the ground.

Ning Ge turned back into the form of a black cat, as fast as lightning, almost all the antiques only saw a thin black line passing by their eyes, and then disappeared.

At the end of the paper clip, the place numbered 1 glows slightly.

Ninge's paws stepped on the hands protruding from the black wall, and he jumped in mid-air with the help of those hands, dodging almost overwhelming attacks.

Something scratched him in the back.

Ninge retreated immediately. He ran very fast and knocked away an armored soldier.

The number 1 antique has only one thing on it-Tutankhamun's gold mask.

It's just that there's no color on that mask.

Ning Ge jumped out quickly, like a black lightning, almost before all the antiques could react, he jumped out of the end of the paper clip.

Xia Mingdong's "corpse" disappeared at some point.

All the antiques seemed unwilling, and Qi Qi chased after Ning Ge.

The ground under Ning Ge's feet was constantly undulating, just like the undulating mountains, Ning Ge leaped on the wavy floor, leaving those antiques behind.

Stopping on the outermost side, it felt as if the mountains were shaking and the ground was shaking inside. Cen Heng, who had been extremely worried, seemed to have heard Xia Mingdong's voice: "Run, run out!"

Cen Heng was shocked, and saw a black lightning strike towards them, followed by a large group of antiques that were so crowded together that they couldn't even see their appearance clearly.

In a panic, Cen Heng didn't notice that Xia Mingdong was not there, so he opened the door quickly, rolled over on the spot, and rolled out directly.

Ren Sheng turned into Gu Mu and jumped out.

Ning Ge was the last to go out, less than a second behind them.

Just after Ning Ge jumped out, all the antiques crowded into the door frame, aimed at them, and remained motionless.

This scene had the effect of a horror movie, Cen Heng shuddered, feeling that he was being stared at by countless antiques, it was very scary.

"Don't stand still, quickly attack 659 and stop him!"

Xia Mingdong's voice came from nowhere, and Cen Heng vaguely felt that it was under his feet.

He looked around, but he didn't see Xia Mingdong, and his goosebumps came up, "Where are you, fourth child, don't you..."

"What are you thinking, I'm here, I've become smaller." The mini Xia Mingdong stood on the ground with a rag wrapped around his body, and shouted, "Don't worry about this, I'm fine, I'm not dead, you attack 659 quickly, don't pay attention Has the corridor dropped ten centimeters per minute?"

The situation is very critical, Ren Sheng didn't talk nonsense this time, he still maintained the form of Gu Mu, and rushed directly to bite 659's pants.

Xia Mingdong directed Cen Heng: "Hurry up, go and pull away 659's hand, and pull away his right hand to see."

Ren Sheng rushed up, spouting fire and thunder, 659 dodged in embarrassment, widened his eyes, and said in an angry Zhengtai tone: "Damn it, don't burn me!"

However, even at this time, 659 still did not move.

Cen Heng rushed forward to grab 659's hand, but didn't notice Ning Ge and didn't move.

All the voices came from behind, and Xia Mingdong finally returned to human form, holding a small golden bow in his hand, "659, I advise you not to resist, you don't want to degenerate, right? Don't doubt, I know you can't move Position, my degeneration will definitely hit you."

659 bared his teeth in anger, "How did you survive?!"

"Oh, thanks to your...colleague." Xia Mingdong used an adjective, "Thanks to ABJ for giving me the S+ level props, and of course I would like to thank you in advance for sending us an A or S level prop. "

659 said angrily, "Why do you want to look at my hand?"

Xia Mingdong handed the degeneracy to Ning Ge, walked to 659 by himself, picked up 659's hand to look at it, and replied: "The oil painting "The Female Fortune Teller" is palmistry, isn't it?"

The oil painting "Female Fortune Teller" is about the noble young man arrogantly looking at the fortune teller beside him, just like the implicit hint between the tester and the tester.

Xia Mingdong still remembered that at the beginning, the trial officer 0AB78J treated them with arrogance and disdain, and he didn't even want to remember their names, saying that he only recognized the strong.

The oil painting "The Female Fortune Teller" perfectly reflects the relationship between the tester and the tester.

The aristocratic youth represents the trial officer, and the female fortune-teller represents the trialer.

But in the oil painting "Female Fortune Teller" in the Oil Painting Museum, the palm of the noble young man is empty, the palm is empty, and nothing is drawn.

This awaits the second clue, the filling of the map.

659 didn't move because the characters in the painting didn't move, so after they found the first clue, 659 never moved position again.

Xia Mingdong opened 659's hand, and saw a map-like painting on it.

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