The Hunter Under the Tree of Origin Chapter 22: : Maze Killer
The eighth picture shows a group of peasants breaking into the mansion. They are holding sickles and shovels, rushing towards the abnormally tall gate of the mansion on the right side of the painting. At the gates of hell, under the huge mansion, they stand insignificantly small on the steps.
This kind of composition of big buildings and small humans has become a pattern, and the oppressive atmosphere in the darkness seems to be trying to influence Wang Ji's emotions, making him feel terror and collapse. However, Wang Ji's mentality was terribly firm.
"These ordinary people began to break in and seek death. The mansion in the picture is constantly dark and huge, while the people are getting smaller and smaller."
Wang Ji continued to walk down.
The ninth picture still depicts a group of intruders, but these intruders are young men in green military uniforms and holding little red notebooks. They point to the mansion on the right. A group of people were still rushing towards the gate of the mansion like locusts, and it was still dark inside. Compared with the eighth painting, the identity of the intruder has only been changed, but in the darkness, there is a faint face facing Wang Ji. At the same time, there are inexplicable creaking sounds in the mansion, as if the bones are being torn. Cracking and shattering sounds.
"This painting implies that even in a special period, she did not suffer. The intruder is still small and ignorant, and comes to seek death."
Wang Ji is on his way to the tenth chapter.
In the mansion painted, six people wearing modern clothes and carrying bags ran to the right of the picture. Portraits bigger than them ran in fear, running into the darkness at the end of the right.
"It's the thieves gang, they're trapped inside. I get it, all the intruders got lost in the mansion, and I saw them later."
Wang Ji probably understood.
The eleventh picture.
This is a completely different picture than the clockwise one before. On the left side of the screen is Wang Dui in his sleep. His right hand missing a finger is still exposed outside the quilt. Beside him stands a tall figure with blood-stained leather pants, bare upper body, and a sickle held high. Arrived, but the shadow has already been reflected on Wang Dui's face. Behind the bedroom door, a blond woman was crying. She was crying, but her face was smiling, her eyes were facing Wang Ji.
Suddenly, blood came out of her eyes, but she was still smiling and looking at Wang Ji.
"So is it my turn now?"
Wang Ji looked at the weeping Mrs. Yisha in the painting, and walked towards the twelfth painting.
In the painting, a phantom dressed in dark clothes that seems to be burning stands where Wang Ji is now, looking at a portrait. What it looks at is that a night demon is admiring a painting in the painting. The content of that painting cannot be seen clearly, but the scene where the devil looks at the painting can still see the layout clearly. One night devil looks at another night devil in the painting, and the night devil in the painting is like this, repeating a story and scene infinitely. All the previous paintings gave him a sense of oppression, which reached its peak in this painting.
Wang Ji turned his head, walked towards the first portrait at the beginning, and returned to the original point of zeroing. In the original photo, Mrs. Yisha pointed to the right direction for him, but now Yisha’s gesture has changed unconsciously. She used to point to the right direction, but now her gesture is pointing to Wang Ji .
As Wang Ji saw Mrs. Isa's smile, the crying of the woman wandering in the darkness instantly turned into a sharp grin. The woman's laughter began to echo rapidly in the mansion, echoing in every corner. Soon, a rough laughter came to mind, and then many ghostly laughter began to sound. It seemed that the wind was blowing outside, and the sound of banana leaves rustled wildly. The open office door could still see the moonlight, but now it is completely plunged into darkness.
The black mist completely enveloped the entire mansion.
As a night demon, Wang Ji still has blood-red hexagrams in his eyes. In his eyes, everything is gray and the details are infinitely clear. With a click, the wooden board at his feet shattered, and a rotten claw suddenly stretched out to grab Wang Ji's leg, full of an unpleasant waxy smell. Wang Ji's eyes were quick and his feet were quick. He lifted his foot and crushed the skeleton's claw, then turned around and quickly went to the office where he came.
Girls burst into laughter!
Dangdang!
Intensive knocking sounds sounded from the gate on the first floor of the mansion, as if there were many unknown things knocking on the door. Wang Ji was unusually calm, the night wind from the balcony was blowing from the dark office, it was extremely cold. At this time, strange footsteps began to be heard on the roof, and in the direction of the balcony, it seemed that something was beating against the bricks and stones.
In the darkness, Wang Ji's phantom could hardly be detected, but he still clearly realized that those strange things outside could sense his presence. He silently awakened the black bow, and the black wing imprint on his palm suddenly spread its wings, and instantly stretched out a black bow like ink. The folded wings on both sides of the bow flicked like knives, and the strong bow immediately showed its appearance. Almost taller than Wang Ji's height, with blades spread out, full of domineering.
The wave-particle duality spread out the black wings in his palm, like a sharp blade, and he pulled the purple-red bowstring silently, and the pulling force of a bowstring was flexible and soft, obviously exerting effort but not It made him feel very strenuous, and the pulling was unusually soft, and in an instant a palpable light arrow was formed between his hands, completely integrated with the darkness like his night magic suit. Even more than that.
In his vision of night demon, the whole world in the night is painted with a layer of off-white, but because of some off-white, all the details and even the changes in the spectrum show the depth and details of the colors Also completely different. He originally thought that the dark light arrow was black, but he didn't expect it to be completely invisible in the demon's field of vision.
The so-called dark light vector is not darkness, but the kind of truly invisible light. In Wang Ji's eyes, all kinds of natural light have completely different color depths for identification. But it is completely transparent and invisible. The so-called darkness is a kind of real invisibility.
The dark night was broken by a whistling sound, the wooden plank on the stairs was knocked open suddenly, and the monster with its skeleton claws just jumped out and rushed towards Wang Ji!
Loosen the string and release the arrow!
This time Wang Ji did not evade, he silently let go of the bowstring, the bowstring went from tense to relaxed without making a single sound, and the dark light arrow's departure from the string was completely imperceptible to the naked eye. The moment he shot straight through the monster that was rushing towards him, the screaming monster was instantly wiped out!
"What a powerful weapon!"
Wang Ji couldn't help but think. The moment the dark light arrow touched the monster, it immediately evaporated, without any sloppy, killing it cleanly. The performance of the new weapon wave-particle duality has far exceeded his expectations, and it can be called the ultimate weapon for physical destruction.
Pull the bow, Kamiyashi!
Wang Ji's movements didn't stop because of this, and he couldn't get excited under such an urgent situation. With a bang, the door of the mansion was knocked open, and dozens of headless monsters rushed in through the door, and the unpleasant smell of wax and water swept along with the night wind. Wang Ji locked onto the person behind the headless monster at a glance. The huge figure was released again with an arrow, and the executioner's huge body over two meters evaporated into nothingness in an instant, not even a trace of blue smoke came out.
"I have to quickly find that cultural relic. There are too many of them, which is not good for me." After shooting the arrow, Wang Ji quickly turned around and ran towards the balcony. No matter how strong the bow is, he cannot be surrounded; otherwise, no matter how strong the weapon is, it will be powerless.
Crack!
The glass shatters! A tall figure crashed in from the balcony, standing less than one meter in front of him, there was a gap in the diffuse black mist, the moonlight fell, and the sickle of darkness was raised!
Wang Ji took advantage of the opportunity to shoot an arrow, shot him, and rushed to the balcony from a cloud of ashes and smoke. A short and sharp laughter suddenly rang out, and a rotten wax monster suddenly jumped out from the balcony railing. The paw quickly leaped into the air, swinging its creaking and clattering paws towards him!
Wang Ji took a step back to stabilize the center of gravity, the magic eye locked the oncoming thing, he swung the bow sideways and pushed, holding the bow to hit the oncoming ghost head-on!
Crack!
The knife wing slashed in the middle, knocking the ghost into a pile of wax and splashing it down. Taking advantage of the opportunity, Wang Ji jumped forward with his bow, and jumped down from the balcony to the ground. At the same time, he let go of the bowstring, and the colorless light arrow quickly shot at the executioner who was climbing up the balcony, and shot him at close range!
He has not received bow and arrow training, but with a sensitivity and nerve response that surpassed the past, he grasped the general accuracy of judgment at this moment, and released the light arrow. Wang Ji doesn't know how many monsters there are here, but the wave-particle duality with a full load of 200 rounds should be enough for him to survive.
Landing, gallery.
Until he felt the ground, Wang Ji realized that he was standing in the gallery again, and the portrait of Mrs. Isa was not far away. The moment he landed, everything went back to the beginning.
"Just now..."
Wang Ji felt an extreme sense of absurdity in his heart. The painting in front of him was still a scene of the devil appreciating the painting, which reproduced the situation he was facing now. The devil in the portrait is admiring the devil appreciating the portrait, and an infinite reincarnation clearly unfolds in front of him. He jumps off the balcony and returns to the original point.
"I see."
He suddenly understood what the painting meant.
This time, Wang Ji did not act rashly again.
Standing in this position, the dark space couldn't stop his **** eyes from penetrating. As long as he jumps out of the balcony of the mansion, he will return to the original point, and then wander endlessly. It's like the gang of thieves who died not long ago, and those young people who couldn't get out.
"If I didn't guess wrong, no matter how I go, I can't escape from this mansion, and I can't escape the monsters' pursuit. I understand, so the loss of the previous two nights is true. Compared with my current situation, they are much safer."