I, Who Started at Full Level, Can Rewrite My Destiny Infinitely

Jiang Yi who was leaning on the chair suddenly opened his eyes, and the light left outside suddenly went out.

And the next moment, there was a sound outside the residence, a swearing, and then the sound of a chair overturning and a heavy object falling to the ground.

Jiang Yi frowned, his whole body stood upright, his eyes were fixed on the iron door of the detention room, but the range he could see was really limited.

After a commotion, there was silence outside the door. It was obvious that someone had fallen down, but suddenly there was no follow-up.

Jiang Yi listened quietly for a long time without any movement, but the weird rancid smell made him still not dare to relax his vigilance.

Suddenly, he felt that the surrounding temperature seemed to be dropping, and a gust of cold air continuously seeped in from the indwelling room.

Jiang Yi's heart suddenly rose, and he sat upright, his eyes fixed on the position of the iron gate.

This familiar feeling reminded him of the scene at Zhou Yang's house during the day.

Jiang Yi caught a rustling sound that was so subtle that it was barely audible.

The temperature continued to drop, and he felt a line of sight outside the door. Although it didn't fall on him, the immediate sense of prying was too strong.

There are no windows in the detention room, only overhead vents, and soft crash pads on the walls. In this hot summer, the entire detention room is like a stuffy furnace.

The two bums on the opposite side had already taken off their shirts. Because he could control his body temperature, he didn't feel hot at all.

But at this moment, the indwelling room, which was supposed to be stuffy, seemed to be filled with air-conditioning, and the temperature was still dropping a little bit.

The two bums on the opposite side were already asleep lying on the chair, they all shivered, dazedly grabbed the clothes beside them and covered them, turned over and went back to sleep.

The temperature didn't drop sharply, but gradually, like boiling a frog in warm water. If it wasn't for the ability acquired by the wanderer, Jiang Yi wouldn't be able to notice the temperature change at all.

In this case, if you fell asleep, you would most likely freeze to death.

He suddenly noticed the iron door of the detention room, where white ice flowers were blooming on the stainless steel iron railing, a layer of frost spread from outside the door inward, and the crystal white began to smudge around the door frame.

As the temperature continued to drop, large swathes of frost began to spread crazily towards the surrounding walls.

Jiang Yi took a sharp breath, and the frost covered the incandescent light tubes on the ceiling, and the light in the room instantly became hazy and dim.

The frost seemed to be conscious, covering and freezing the incandescent tube layer by layer until it formed a huge ice slag, and then there was a sizzling sound, accompanied by a burst of electric light,

Zizi, light, off!

The room became pitch black, and the two people on the opposite side still didn't notice anything. They seemed to have fallen asleep in a dream, and the low temperature would make it even more difficult for them to wake up.

The dark field of vision made people feel less secure in their hearts, and the ghosts could not be seen in his field of vision. Jiang Yi almost tensed up all his nerves, and instinctively concentrated his spirituality on all senses, hoping to be able to pass through various The senses get more information from the surroundings.

When Jiang Yi focused his spirituality on all his senses, the world in his eyes became quite different.

The super five-sense skills that homeless people can practice are not just the enhancement of the five senses. When Jiang Yi concentrates his spirituality, the surrounding scenery changes dramatically.

In Jiang Yi's eyes, everything seems to have been color-graded, the contrast of the tones has been pulled to two extremes, the background color of the world has become black and white, and the traces left behind have become extremely vivid.

During the day, his mastery of skills has not yet reached this level, perhaps because his mastery of spirituality in his previous life gave him an instinct, and in the morning he also regained some feeling, just now unconsciously. Focus on the senses.

From this point of view, even if the career path is successfully opened through divine revelation, the control and display of skills has a lot to do with comprehension.

Obviously, after spirituality is concentrated on the senses, it will greatly increase the concentration of the senses, automatically filter out some unnecessary information, and highlight the useful information.

The black and white tones are left indoors, because of the light, the black is more intense, but it highlights other colors.

The ice covering the surrounding walls showed a gray-blue light, and he could even see the blue cold air spreading and floating in the air.

The two people lying on the chair opposite each other have a light red color, which contrasts sharply with the blue of the surrounding wall.

Is that a visualization of temperature?

Frost has gradually spread from the wall, the iron fence in front has become a popsicle, and fine hoarfrost has spread along the opposite bench and onto the bodies of the two people.

The red mist on their bodies is getting weaker and weaker, which is obviously hypothermia, and if this continues, they may be frozen to death.

Jiang Yi hurriedly shouted, "Hey, don't sleep!"

"Hey!"

However, the two people on the opposite side did not move. He was anxious, rushed to the fence and kicked vigorously towards the iron fence.

With a bang, the entire iron fence trembled violently, and with a buzzing sound, the frost that had condensed on it shattered into countless ice slags and fell down.

It was also with this sound that one of the people on the opposite chair seemed to finally wake up a little bit.

Jiang Yi took a long breath, but at this moment he found that in the ice-blue fog-filled air, there was a ray of black light in the air, which seemed to come in from outside the door.

what is this?

Just as Jiang Yi was wondering, he saw a few strands of long black hair hanging down from the iron railing door frame of the confinement room.

Immediately afterwards, he saw an upside-down head protruding from above the door frame,

What was exposed in the black hair was the pale face that I saw in the refrigerator today.

Fuck!

The ghost is out!

Jiang Yi hurriedly dodged and hid in the corner.

The next scene made his scalp explode instantly, and he immediately held his breath.

The somewhat shrunken and distorted head was squeezing its way through the gap in the fence, and the bum on the opposite side was still rubbing his eyes drowsily, muttering vaguely, "Hiss, why is it so cold?" ?”

Jiang Yi didn't dare to make a sound at all. Seeing that the head of the strange ghost had squeezed in from between the fences, he hurriedly concentrated his spirituality on his whole body, and a layer of mist began to spread from his whole body.

The color of his body is blending with the beige behind him and the chair.

Soon, Jiang Yi's whole person seemed to disappear, completely integrated with the surrounding environment.

He clung tightly to the corner of the wall, not daring to make the slightest movement, even taking his breath lightly.

At this moment, the whole body of the White Walker squeezed in. Its body was flat and thin like a bundle of dry wood, like a four-horned spider climbing up the wall and up to the ceiling.