I really don't want to hang up

Chapter 393 Ghost Stories

Death is not the end?

Angel frowned, not quite understanding what the director meant.

However, there is no need to understand.

The angel pulled out the long sword, and the blood stained the dusk, playing the final elegy for this scene.

Dragging the broken body, the angel drifts away,
"Old fellows, your time is over."

On the top of the street lamp, Sisyphus, who was overlooking the battlefield, looked away.

The director is dead.

He was sure that the corpse lying on the ground was lifeless and dead.

Sisyphus did not expect that the legendary director would lose so casually.

Listening to the other party's words, the magician was vigilant and subconsciously denied,
"impossible!"

"Don't rush to deny it. This is the video of his death. If you want to watch it, I can even send the body to you. Of course, I can only send it piece by piece. I'm afraid you will revive him."

He managed to sever the corresponding nerve, making sure he couldn't hear anything.

Unfortunately, the subduing process was not perfect. At a certain moment, Saturday retrieved his memory and used a very short time window to complete suicide.

The magician was a little hesitant. If he lost the blessing of magic, it would be difficult for him to leave here alive.

In other places on the battlefield, these people can cause great damage to the rebels.

"All dead."

The guy hiding in the shadows is likely to be deceiving himself.

The lawbreaker gave an affirmative answer.

A flame fell from the sky, and the magician narrowly avoided the flame, but his paper doll was turned into ashes.

Half of his body is mechanical, and his left arm is particularly special.

"Yes!"

The other party continued,

"Yes, let's continue, where did we just say?"

The director was shredded and transported in batches, the magician and explorer were blown to ashes, and on Saturday they were frozen and transported
Soon, the people responsible for recovering the corpses completed their tasks and prepared to return to the surface.

He stared at the elevator screen, feeling a blur in front of his eyes, and the screen seemed to flicker.

But in his heart, the cheers of the law-breakers came,

Accompanied by the beep, the elevator door slowly opened.

The originally cheerful mood was suddenly washed away.

"drop--"

He was talking happily, Angela poured a basin of cold water,

His magic won't work without a witness.

The magician's eyes turned slightly, and he thought of a certain possibility.

People rarely saw No. [-]'s attitude, and they were a little shaken for a while. Did I misunderstand this guy in the past?

It doesn't matter whether the ability of the lawbreaker is true or not.

Number one raised his glass again, this time not to celebrate but to mourn,
"Farewell, my old friend, and meet again in hell soon."

The process is not important, the means are not important, the result is important.

He asked back, "Why are you telling me this?"

The magician shook his head slightly and explained,
"No, due to the difference in the transmission medium, the voice we hear ourselves speaking is different from our real voice, and the voice you form in my heart is the same as the voice when my brain generates thoughts."

A curtain of light lit up in front of the magician, and his eyes fell suspiciously.

If it were any other Luden corpses, it would be placed directly in the endless corridor, and it would be fine to hang it on the street lamp another day.

The voice sounded exactly like the voice of the magician, and he knew very well that it was not himself speaking.

"This feeling is similar to sound transmission? Or is he telepathic? But because our voices are all the same, it does sound a bit strange."

The Rebels obviously didn't give the magician this chance.

At the same time, the live broadcast was cut off, and the attention of the entire battlefield decreased sharply.

The man at the elevator door raised his head while speaking, looking at the numbers on the elevator.

That guy. It's Luden!
For whatever reason, everyone wanted to find that guy, even if it was a corpse.

The happiness of number one may be false.

To underestimate the enemy is to underestimate yourself.

The ability of the lawbreaker is a bit weird, and telepathy may be just one of them, and maybe he can gain insight into his own thoughts.

The magician is dead.

The magician didn't dare to think too much, and tried to empty his mind as much as possible.

The explorer was killed long ago.

Hearing this, the magician's expression didn't change, but his heart sank.

Counting the master, the head of the garden is the top three existences in the wealth list of the Lost Paradise, and the real number two person with real power.

The magician did not panic when the weakness of his ability was pointed out.

High walls were erected in all directions, and the sky was blocked.

Without an audience, there is no magic.

"Would you be the hope of making Paradise Lost come back?"

The magician's face darkened, thinking of something bad.

The opponent has indeed found his own weakness, and can use this weakness to kill himself.
The situation took a turn for the worse, and the magician's eyes sank slightly, landing on his left arm.

They just chose a mission whose difficulty can be called hell-break into the headquarters of the rebel army!

In the studio, become No. [-] and celebrate the ocean alone!
"Look, I named them Trash Squad, no problem!"

Is this accident, or fate?
No one can tell.

One of the things Luden is best at is misleading with correct information. They have used this trick countless times.

No. [-] looked at the principal's body and said with emotion,

"Oh yes, I am your Wall Breaker. Of course, my code name is not this. My code name is Law Breaker. As for the ability, I named it [Defense Breaker]."

The lawbreaker made the light curtain disappear, and continued,
"I have cracked the secret of your abilities, magician!"

Squeak - squeak -

This little bit is the gap between the first brother and the second brother on the Lost Paradise list.

The man continued,

In the previous battles, the magician became more and more courageous as he fought, and looked unstoppable, that's why!
There are many spectators in this battle!

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"The first floor is here!"

Of course, this response is positive and positive.

How could he die so easily?

He sniffled and asked curiously,
"Which one of you wears perfume? You still use so much, you have no taste at all!"

The principal is dead
Should I die too?

The lawbreaker said word by word,
"For all magic, there must be an audience!"

He is making paper figures.

"Originally, I was the finale to deal with the director. Who knew that the director died before I appeared on the stage. Instead, it was on your side, which caused us a lot of headaches."

A member of Paradise Lost, who named himself an angel, is valued by the master and loyal to the master.

They are Luden, and their enemy is none other than Luden.

At this point, the four members of the waste team were killed collectively!
The task is infinitely close to failure.

what?
The principal is dead?

"Your ability is [magic], it looks like magic, but in fact, it is still in the category of magic. Of course, this is not the point I want to talk about. The point is that your ability has a big flaw!"

The Prophet once said that guy was one of the five in the Trash Squad.

The man in the corner asked again, "Aren't there five people?"

Just as the magician was about to break through the endless corridor and try to join the others, the horn on the street lamp rang.

As the saying goes, never underestimate yourself.

It's like a legendary figure who died at the hands of an insignificant passer-by. The whole thing is full of absurdity and humor.

but,

but,

Are you kidding me, what signal does the elevator need?
The person who asked the question before asked casually,

The man suddenly turned his head and looked at everyone. Every face was familiar, and his gaze was full of surprise and concern.

"We win win win, in the end."

"Open the champagne—"

What's more, it is rumored that the guy can be resurrected.

Looking at the director on the screen, the broken cane, the trauma of the heart
The magician's expression didn't change much, and he had accepted the ending of the principal's death in his heart.

After figuring this out, confidence returned to the magician's body, the corners of his mouth slightly grinned, and his hands kept moving.

"There are no Saturdays here."

Everyone shook their heads, not even able to smell the smell in the air.

The recovery of corpses is very necessary and very particular.

Come to think of it, the problem might be with the angels.

"No. [-]?"

The lawbreaker said slowly,
"My ability is very simple. After I accurately describe a person's ability, I can temporarily seal his ability."

"Indeed, the guy was in a coffin from start to finish."

The demise of the principal was like the first domino to fall, triggering a chain reaction on the entire battlefield.

To deal with the magician, there is no need for Luden to appear on the stage in person!
What they need to do is to cut off the live broadcast, not to provide a stage for the magician, not to give him any chance to perform magic tricks!

The director, Saturday, magician, and Sabbath are all picked out randomly, and their abilities are all abnormal, and they can't beat anyone alone.

Whenever I have the upper hand, this kind of thought will emerge involuntarily.

In the end, Sisyphus even removed the shackles of the Endless Corridor.

The magician didn't know where these audiences came from.

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He glanced quickly, there were five people in the elevator, there were five people in Luden, that's right.
A false alarm.

He is a magician, a showman, born for the stage.

Although there are only five people in the trash team, they have gathered the most capable people from Paradise Lost, which should not be underestimated.

"The coffin is sealed, but how can you be sure that the person must be in the coffin?"

One of them has a name—Master of Miracles.

Now does not seem to be the time to use the cards.

This time is different.

Obviously, in order to prove the authenticity of his words, the lawbreaker skipped the nonsense link and directly revealed the secret.

"I got it right!"

The elevator rose slowly, at a much slower speed than before, and it seemed that it was difficult to bear the weight of the elevator.

Just as the magician was thinking this, a familiar voice sounded in his mind, no, more precisely, in his heart.

In the corner, someone asked, "Is everyone dead?"

A buzzer sounded, symbolizing the end of the magician's life.

But the joy of the Rebels is real.

"There is still a solution on the [-]st, just pour it down with hundreds of tons of cement, seal the coffin in the cement, oh ho, now I can rest in peace!"

They have come to the 18th floor from the 6th floor underground.

But after being captured, he quickly defected to the rebels, and even claimed to kill the director of the garden.
The angel, who was appreciated by the master and the prophet at the same time, became the one who killed the principal with his own hands.

The person who spoke seemed to recall something, and sneered,
"Sure enough, there is nothing he can't mess up."

The gaze of Sisyphus fell from the dome to the magician,

"Why are you walking so slowly?"

The director's head was placed in a box, and a capable person was holding the box.

"Magician, hello, I am your Wall Breaker."

Anticipating the magician's reaction, the lawbreaker sneered,

Everyone: .
He is still the number one, nothing has changed.

the reason is simple.

Because on the left arm, there are several identity plates, all of which are his comrades in Paradise Lost.

The elevator happened to go to the fifth floor.

Lu Deng at the elevator entrance showed a forced smile, shook his head,
"fine."

If successful, the paper figurine can serve as its own audience, maintaining the magic effect
Regarding the development of their own abilities, the people of Paradise Lost are much stronger than the rebels.

In fact, No. [-] is also quite like a person?

After the magician lost, Saturday, which fell into amnesia, was also subdued.

As a result, Paradise Lost lost and the Rebels won.

The magician looked vigilant, trying to block his hearing so that the other party would not continue to disturb him through his voice.

This time, the magician didn't answer, but just snorted coldly.

And in this narrow space, countless shells fell.

The magician asked abruptly,
"You just said that the principal is dead?"

Breaker?
Luden was no stranger to this term.

No matter what, I shouldn't use this ability here.

"You're only a little bit worse than me, just a little bit."

The man in the corner had a smile on his face, and asked with a half-smile,
"what happened?"

No. [-]'s mood instantly became much colder.

The magician has already dealt with his third enemy, but he has yet to usher in the next one.

He turned around and looked at the display screen on the elevator again.

While listening to the telephony between the other party and himself, the magician moved his eyes and scanned the surroundings, trying to find this guy.

"Don't waste your time, I'm in a safe place."

"Just chatting, I'm a bit talkative."

"I'm going to complain about No. [-]. Didn't I mess up this time!"

Who would have thought that after No. [-] took a sip of champagne, he immediately danced and shouted excitedly,
"Go on the music! Go on the dance!"

"This is my ability. Once the wall breaking begins, the process cannot be stopped."

A person near the elevator door said,
"The director, the magician, the explorer, Saturday, four."

But every magic trick he casts can be seen by the audience, take effect, and even become more powerful.
Until this moment, the lawbreaker pointed out his greatest weakness.

Yep, Saturday died.

The man near the elevator door joked,

Sisyphus had an absurd idea in his heart,

An elevator drove down from the ground, ready to go to the endless corridor on the No. 18th floor to collect the corpses of everyone in Paradise Lost.

Still died under the calculation of No. [-].

The person holding the skull box recalled,

"Is the signal bad?"

Holding the champagne in the number one hand, he swaggered and said,
"Five people, I defeated them one by one! On Saturday, write down a sum for me, plan a strategy, and win a thousand miles away."

Then carpet bomb a few times.

"You talk about the Sabbath, that guy came with his own coffin, you just treat him as a dead man."

The person near the door didn't move at all, and their bodies froze in place.

His pupils shrank suddenly, thinking of a horrible thing, a nameless chill enveloped his whole body.

Just didn't count myself.

In the elevator, there is one more person!

(End of this chapter)