Invade the World

  Chapter 162 Grab his hand

  "——Only the last one is left."

  The big moth captured by Zhu Qingyue also showed a human face pattern on its body, which is the symbol of the birth of the sacrificed dead and the monster.

  Xu Xiangyang stared at the photo in his hand, thinking in his heart:

  "What will we meet next?"

  Four psychic team members, one is a larva that has not yet grown up, one is transformed into a human-faced spider, and the other is a huge moth.

  Let’s not consider the question of "why are all bugs?" As far as the current situation is concerned, the threat level displayed by this group of evil spirits is not very high.

  The moth evil spirit that can create hallucinations is already a rare type that Xu Xiangyang has encountered so far. After all, apart from his two friends, evil spirits with special abilities are rare.

  But the illusion ability that can't hurt the enemy is still too tasteless, and it's not useful in frontal combat.

  Facing the experience of hallucinations directly, for Xu Xiangyang, it is quite happy. This is equivalent to giving him a chance to face his inner worries, allowing him to talk face-to-face with the things he fears most.

  The result is to make him make a certain determination.

  Looking at the reaction of the squad leader, she probably didn't take it seriously either.

  ……

  One after another, the two walked in the corridor for a while, and soon returned to the door of the safe house where the psychic squad was once stationed.

  Considering that the internal architectural environment of the haunted house is under Song Deshou's control, they can rush back from the original place so quickly, which means that the other party has given up on expanding or changing the space to slow them down.

"Aha."

  As soon as Zhu Qingyue stepped into the house, she sat on the bed again, her expression calm and relaxed, and she could not maintain her usual demeanor of a lady.

  Xu Xiangyang sat down in front of her.

"what time is it?"

   he asked.

  The girl raised her wrist and shook her watch at him.

   "I don't know. The hands are hardly moving. I don't know if it's broken or it's a problem with the flow of time."

   "There is no clock that can show the exact time in this place..."

  Xu Xiangyang sighed.

  In the haunted house, I gradually feel like I don’t know day and night. He felt that if he stayed in this ghost place for a long time, his biological clock would definitely be completely confused.

   "From the physical sense, since we were trapped in the haunted house, at least a whole day has passed, right?"

  Zhu Qingyue's finger lightly tapped the edge of her lips, and analyzed it seriously.

  "Since you notified Xingjie at the door, no matter how many homework she has not completed, she should be here anyway."

   "No, no, no, she will definitely come over as soon as she receives my news." Xu Xiangyang vomited, "It's only possible that the time flow on both sides is different..."

   "Yes, do I need to reiterate the conclusion that ‘if we want to go out, we can only rely on ourselves’?"

  Zhu Qingyue passed this topic, and smiled and patted the sheet beside her.

  "Do you have to rest again? Come to bed, let's continue to exercise and exercise, okay?"

  For some reason, he felt that the squad leader’s attitude towards him seemed to have become enthusiastic again.

  This kind of hot and cold feeling is really...

   makes people want to stop.

Moreover, the squad leader, for some reason, assumed a pose like a model for advertising, supporting the bed with one hand, and placing his legs close together on the bed. The bangs on his forehead tilted to one side, blocking the small half of his face. The dim light added a somewhat ambiguous atmosphere to the remaining cheeks. She was lazy like a cat and hooked herself.

  Xu Xiangyang's gaze swept across her beautiful body curve, and he tried to put on a serious expression.

   "Let’s get down to business."

   "What business?"

  Seeing that Xu Xiangyang hadn't taken the bait, she didn't support her body at all. She collapsed on the bed, buried her small face in the soft pillow, and asked in a dull voice.

   "Of course it's about the last remaining member of the psychic squad."

  Xu Xiangyang said.

   "I mentioned before, I was awakened by the sound on the radio."

   "Hmm. You said she was asking for help in the first place, right?"

   "Yes, but when I tried to reply, the voice from the other side turned into a weird laugh." He replied, "Most importantly, it was a woman's voice."

   "...So, Xiangyang, do you think the other person is the one left?"

"Probably."

  Xu Xiangyang looked serious.

   "Even if your guess is correct, Xiangyang..."

  Zhu Qingyue rolled lazily on the soft big bed—this action made her look more like a cat resting and coquettish—she yawned and asked:

   "What does this tell us?"

  Xu Xiangyang got up and walked to the black instrument, and said with a smile:

  "Have you forgotten my abilities?"

  -psychic.

  This is the most common ability among psychics and even psychics.

  The most basic channeling is actually the so-called ability to “observe” the distant realm and the evil spirit itself. In other words, it is “yin and yang eye” to put it differently.

   Once the psychic abilities become stronger, they can do things close to superpowers:

  For example, through the items left on the person's body and part of the body, looking back at what the other person has done, perceiving the other person's location, and conveying brief emotions.

  All of the above, Xu Xiangyang naturally can do it. Moreover, his abilities are stronger than those in the world-famous superpower experiments...

  He walked to the dark instrument, squatted down and began to fiddle with it.

   "By the way, what the **** is this?"

  Zhu Qingyue sat up from the bed and asked curiously.

   "I don't know, it's probably a special communication device."

  Xu Xiangyang shook his head.

   "Although I don't understand other purposes, the most basic function of sending and receiving messages is still available, just like a pager."

   "Hey, there is such a big pager. Then do you need a paging station as a hub?"

   "It's just that the principle is a bit similar."

  After he pressed the button, the loudspeaker of this instrument uttered a rustling sound again.

  After a while, both of them heard the female voice from the noisy background sound:

   "...someone...is anyone here?"

  "Help me...Help me..."

"help me……"

  Xu Xiangyang and Zhu Qingyue looked at each other.

   "It was like this before?" she asked.

   "Yes." He nodded, "It is exactly the same. I even suspect that it is not a living person who is replying to me at all, but a tape that has already been recorded."

   "It's already this point, and the other party still refuses to show up."

  Zhu Qingyue laughed.

   "It seems that she is going to carry out the pretense to the end. Xiangyang, what are you going to do?"

   "Of course I caught her out."

  Xu Xiangyang put his hand on this communication instrument.

  "Would you like to say something?"

  Before he was ready to speak, he turned his head and asked the squad leader.

   "Okay, I'll try it."

  Wait until he pressed the button, Zhu Qingyue moved her face to the speaker, deliberately lowered her voice, and said in a threatening low voice:

  "Don't worry, we will come to you now~"

After about ten seconds, the voice of the woman who was repeating the sentence mechanically disappeared abruptly, followed by a gloomy laughter, the noisy back disappeared in that instant, and the woman's weird and hoarse voice in the room It echoed clearly.

   "Ha ha ha ha..."

"It's now!"

  Xu Xiangyang closed his eyes and slapped the device abruptly.

  He released the tentacles of consciousness, aiming at this instrument with female voices to activate psychic abilities as usual.

  His consciousness suddenly broke away from the body, and reverberated lightly in the room. All the scenery in front of him was covered with a layer of black and white. It didn’t look like a world-shaking change, but it gave a completely different feeling...

  The white, violent undulations like waves, and the lines that appeared and disappeared from time to time, beating madly in his field of vision.

When Xu Xiangyang tried to get close to him, he found that his body...no, to be more precise, it was the consciousness body. It was stretched out at once, becoming meandering, narrow, slender, and even wearable. There are tiny cavities and cracks in the door that are not fully opened.

  This feeling is very peculiar, as if his consciousness has become part of the electromagnetic waves running around in the air.

  Xu Xiangyang's gaze looked at the white lines that flew in random and seemingly chaotic trajectories. They were first clustered and linked to the communication device by coincidence, and then suddenly spread.

  However, there is still a direction, a specific source...

  These signals released by the evil spirits actually come from the same place, but because they will pass through every corner of the haunted house and spread everywhere, they will appear chaotic.

  The line he changed his consciousness into, and carefully set the white line.

  Although it can be said to be the first attempt, he has an inexplicable self-confidence, thinking that he will succeed.

  And it is true.

The    line intersects the line, just like two pipes are connected together, and the fluid in the middle merges and merges together.

  He felt as if he was riding in a high-speed car, and the surrounding scene reflected on the glass windows was impressive-it was countless fuzzy color blocks that were quickly thrown back.

  When the dazzling spectacle passed, Xu Xiangyang realized that he had reached another room.

  The one who appeared in front of me...

   is a woman.

  She is about thirty years old, wearing an orange jacket, her black hair hanging wet on her shoulders.

  The woman's face was pale, she was holding what looked like a walkie-talkie device in her hand, and staring straight at herself.

  Although this scene looks a little weird, what makes Xu Xiangyang even more surprised is that she is still human.

   is not integrated with the monster, the body shape of the facial features even looks the same as before...

  She obviously noticed her existence, her pale face showed an unusually hideous look, her mouth suddenly widened, like a dark "cavity" slowly opening, and countless air-conditioners around her were drawn into it, like a whirlpool.

  The other party did not maintain his own appearance, directly exposing the true face of inhumanity!

  The countless white lines floating in the air swirled and sucked and swallowed by the woman’s wide-open mouth.

   Realizing that he was sucked in like a piece of thin paper, the whole person's consciousness became light and fluttering, Xu Xiangyang cried out secretly, and directly interrupted the psychic.

  *

  Xu Xiangyang opened his eyes, and what caught his eyes was a pure and cute face, which was in sharp contrast with the hideous face that he had just seen.

  The head of the squad leader was very close, so close that she could see her thick eyelashes and herself reflected in the clear pupils.

   He leaned back subconsciously and couldn't help asking.

  "You, what are you doing?"

   "It's nothing~" Zhu Qingyue put down her finger that was pinching her bangs, her tone was brisk, "Just look at you."

  Xu Xiangyang decided not to go further, and after a dry cough, he started talking about the topic.

  "...The last victim is a bit special."

"What's wrong?"

   "I see her. She still retains the appearance of a human, not a monster."

   "Hmm," the girl thoughtfully, "Does this mean that she is more ‘advanced’ than the others of the same kind?"

"possible."

  Xu Xiangyang replied.

Although    is just a guess, the old man in the haunted house does retain most of the appearance of humans. In other words, that woman is likely to be the same as Song Deshou, a human-shaped evil spirit in the true sense.

   "It doesn't matter. It's high or low, you can tell at a try, we just rush over and kill her."

  Zhu Qingyue put her hand on her lips and yawned slightly.

   "Xiangyang, you should have settled your position."

"Ok."

  Xu Xiangyang nodded, and asked hesitantly:

   "You don't need to take a break?"

   "Resolve early and go home early. Only this way can you rest assured."

  At the end, the squad leader still exposed her true thoughts:

   "And I can't sleep in this bed."

  It is said that people who get up often recognize the bed, which seems to be true.

  ……

  The two who wanted to clear this "haunted house game" early, after a short rest, decided to start again.

  Just as Xu Xiangyang opened the door, he was taken aback by the scene in front of him:

  The floor is like an assembly line in a factory, moving at a high speed towards the end of the field of view;

The structure of the walls and ceiling is also constantly changing. There are doors and windows for a while, and empty for a while. Sometimes it is a painted white wall, sometimes it is a wooden structure, and sometimes it is gray cement exposing the inner iron pipe... …

  Countless wall dust and sawdust shook off, and the smoke was filled.

  The whole house seems to have become a piece of plasticine, kneaded and shaped wantonly in the giant's flexible fingers.

  The rumbling sound from a distance can be faintly heard, like the deep roar of a giant beast.

  ...I saw an amazing sight.

  In fact, Zhu Qingyue has described a similar scene in her guess. This is indeed something that the higher evil spirits integrated with the haunted house can do, but when they really saw it, Xu Xiangyang couldn't help but marvel.

  It is hard to imagine such a wonderful scene without anyone who has witnessed this scene in person.

  This time, Zhu Qingyue did not ask Xu Xiangyang’s opinion again, but took the initiative to grab his hand. The girl’s slender fingers passed through the boy’s fingers flexibly, and finally turned into the appearance of her fingers being firmly tied together. She smiled and said to him:

"--Let's go!"

  (End of this chapter)