Become a villain after transmigrating into an infinite game

Chapter 65 Reverse Cross Paradise (Add more tickets!)
The space is distorted, and the two fork roads overlap randomly.

The original scene in front of Quan Heng disappeared, and there were two identical forks in front of him.

"The space is distorted, the speed of the beast is too fast, there is no time to see it clearly. Since it all came out in the mirror, it has something to do with the dollhouse."

Quan Heng thought in his heart, lowered his eyes and peeled off the Buddhist beads wrapped around his wrist, and moved them along the line in the palm of his hand.

"The relative time flow rate of each map is different, and the time flow rate corresponding to the human world is also different. Qi Siming should have set off after getting the clue... Anyway, it was all foreseen."

Quan Heng stroked the Buddhist beads, she could guess that the management bureau has certain special channels, as long as these special channels are used, her relationship with Lan Zhuang will definitely not be concealed.

But those children can't be abandoned so easily, she has to make a choice.

Leave the side that is more important to you.

"I knew I would meet you this time."

Stiletto approached with a steady and calm percussion sound, and a voice with a slight smile sounded from behind.

Quan Heng restrained his thoughts and looked at Irina who was walking.

Her body was still clean, not even the slightest trace of blood could be seen, and her blouse was only slightly wrinkled, which was inconspicuous.

The dangers encountered in the two clue investigations are not worth mentioning to her, perhaps not even "danger".

"Huh?" Irina's eyes fell on the horrific wound on Quan Heng's wrist, "Are you injured?"

"Small wound, no bleeding anymore."

Quan Heng glanced indifferently, the wounds can heal automatically after the sequence is advanced, but the B-level is not so fast.

"That's not okay." Irina raised her eyebrows slightly, and took out something as she said, "Girls should cherish themselves. If you don't love yourself, others won't love you—give me your hand."

"It's not necessary," Quan Heng really didn't care much, "I also..."

"What? Are you still shy?"

Irina chuckled teasingly, covering her smile slightly with her fingers touching her lips, her long silver-gray hair slid down her shoulders like silk and satin, her pupils were a pure blue that is rarely seen in Westerners, like a starry sky at night. The intoxicating and psychedelic tears of the ocean.

Quan Heng paused, unexpectedly he didn't think of the wording of rejection for a while.

"So thin," Irina reached out and gently held her wrist, wrapping the bandage around her wrist twice: "Are you in poor health?"

As she spoke, she frowned a little, put her three fingers on Quan Heng's hand and felt her pulse. This face that didn't look superior was fake. When Quan Heng looked at those eyes, he always felt that it wasn't a Western-style face. .

Irina let go of her hand, and said in a gentle voice, "I can't figure out much about the physique in the border area. If there is a chance, we will talk about it when we meet in the human world."

Quan Heng raised his eyebrows: "The human world?"

"There will be a chance." Irina smiled inexplicably, "I said so."

She didn't wait for Quan Heng to answer, she smiled and praised: "Tourmaline and Emerald Eighteen Sons, the water head is also top-notch, and the eyes are really good."

"Thank you." Quan Heng said.

"Thank you for what?" Irina bent her lips, her eyes were on her wrist, her eyes were slightly dark, and she smiled when she raised her eyes, "I'll give you a set when I go out, it's a complementary meeting gift."

Quan Heng smiled and said, "Then I have to think of a gift in return."

"Think slowly," Irina tilted her head, her eyes were as blue as the ocean of the Norwegian peninsula, as blue as the loneliest tears on earth, but bright when she smiled, "I'm not in a hurry."

"I went to the dollhouse you went to for the first time." Quan Heng returned to the topic, and walked towards the dollhouse in this corridor with her.

"Why, did you find a clue?" Irina pressed her right temple with two fingers, as if she had a headache, "I didn't find any."

Quan Heng spoke roughly.

"Reversal of fortune?" Irina pondered slightly, "Speaking of which, the religion in our hometown does have a magic technique that can change fortune with the help of a cross."

"what?"

"On the day of the birth of the savior, reappear the appearance of our lord's death, and reverse the cross to get a turnaround of luck."

Quan Heng raised his eyebrows slightly in surprise: "You mean to kill the savior on the day of the savior's birth, then reverse the cross, turn death into vitality, and bad luck into good luck?"

"That's right, that's how I understand it." Irina nodded, "The Savior was born on Christmas Eve, and was crucified by the rebels. The ceremony can be completed by reversing the cross."

"religion?"

"No," Irina glanced at her and chuckled lightly, "maybe it's a cult."

Quan Heng repeated interestingly: "A cult?"

"Yes, after all, my hometown does not worship secular religions. We believe in a god who symbolizes 'evil' and 'destruction', and we call him——'the hidden and unspeakable greatness'."

Quan Heng paused with his twitching fingers, and turned his eyes away from continuing this topic:
"Then did you see anything the second time?"

"I didn't have time," Irina sighed, "I just focused on confronting the wolfhound."

"Wolfdog?" Quan Heng captured the message, "The wolfdog in the mirror?"

"Well," Irina casually brushed her drooping hair behind her neck, revealing her fair and slender neck, "There are so many of them, I can't beat them all. I had to blow up all the mirrors. Guess what?"

Quan Heng was silent for a few seconds, and when he raised his eyes, his tone was calm and firm: "More came out of the broken mirror."

"Why are you so smart?" Irina laughed, "You can't break mirrors, there will only be more and more."

"—But, you just said that the wolfhound in the mirror dragged the bounty hunter away?"

Irina curled her lips and smiled, her eyes filled with sincere joy: "Then he might not survive."

……

"Ah! Go! Go!!"

The wolf dog bit the arm in its mouth and swallowed it together with the bones. Bai Yi desperately drove away with his remaining arm holding the scimitar.

Footsteps sounded in the corridor full of mirrors, and a bouncing teenager came humming a Christmas carol and stopped in front of him.

"Did you accept my sister's reward?"

Mu Jing squatted down with her cheeks propped up, blinked innocently, and looked up at him.

"Your sister?" Bai Yi was vigilant, "Who is your sister?"

"Sister Quan," Mu Jing laughed, "This is the sister I found myself."

Bai Yi gasped for breath, and opened his eyes angrily, "So it's like this, you guys unite to kill me! So what if I accept her reward?! If I die, Quan Heng will be chased by the seventh floor..."

"Kill him." Mu Jing suddenly bent her lips and ordered softly.

"Ah ah ah ah ah--!!!"

The wolfhound opened its bloody mouth and rushed forward, screaming, leaving only wreckage.

Mu Jing watched the whole thing bored with his face propped up, beckoning the wolf dog back to his side.

"Be good."

Mu Jing touched the wolf dog's head, hugged its neck when it whimpered, and comforted it in a low voice: "I'm waiting for my family, have you seen it?"

"He promised to give me a family, and now my wish is coming true."

Mu Jing closed her eyes, shrank into the big dog's neck, and whispered to herself:
"Would my sister mind having two puppies? I like to be clean and I won't cause trouble for her."

"I hope she will take us in," Mu Jing hugged the big dog tightly, "I really want to go home with her."

(End of this chapter)