One day, after forming a contract with the old god,

The one-minute time limit quickly ran out, and the announcement sounded above everyone's heads:

[When the time is up, the inviters will be immediately teleported to their respective trial areas! 】

[Except for the invitees who voluntarily climb the tower, the rest can continue to move in the safe zone]

The inviters in the safe zone felt nervous.

Qin Yu didn't feel relaxed either. The moment she made her choice, her vision darkened.

1-3, here I come.

Before the successor comes, this will be a separate battle against the disaster.

When the darkness in front of her gradually receded, a world filled with snow-white slowly appeared in front of her.

Everything as far as the eye can see is white without temperature.

She was surrounded by large pieces of white cloth.

Her intuition told her that the place she was in should be somewhere similar to a corridor.

All the walls are wrapped in large areas of white cloth, and there are occasionally a few railings inserted into the cloth walls, which are hung haphazardly with white cloth that has a falling feel.

At first, she thought the white cloth was hanging from the seams at the top of the wall.

It wasn't until she looked up that she realized that the white cloth was tightly attached to the walls and ceiling, making every edge and angle particularly clear.

It looks like it is hanging from the ceiling and then coming down from both ends of the wall.

But she couldn't find any traces of suspension.

They seem to have self-awareness, adhering to the wall obediently, or perhaps it is the wall itself.

The uncertainty in her heart made her eyes slowly move to the large piece of white cloth hanging on the ground.

Only then did she notice that even the road under her feet was covered with white cloth that left no gaps.

They are free from dust and stains.

This made her almost not notice that a large portion of the white cloth falling from above her head was piled on the road.

The white between the wall and the road meets and blends.

It's easy to think that they are connected together.

Out of curiosity or intuition.

She slowly knelt down and looked carefully at the white cloth piled on the ground.

Probably because of the accumulation, the square corners of the vertically downward walls and horizontal roads were not shown, and the white cloth weakened their edges and corners.

On the contrary, continuous three-dimensional ripples are stacked up irregularly.

They extend all the way to the front.

She held Stygian thoughtfully.

Her intuition told her that there might be some kind of abnormality hidden under the white cloth wrapping the wall.

Although everything seems calm on the surface, she often prefers to trust her intuition trained in many battles.

Should we uncover what's under the white cloth, or should we just scratch through the seemingly harmless covering?

She tilted the shadow thoughtfully.

In fact, she did not have any rashness to disturb the balance here.

Just a second.

She decided to observe the situation around her again, and then it would be too late to make a decision.

There were no windows or doors around.

Some are just a straight corridor leading to nowhere.

There's something strange about this feeling.

In the past, she would at least roughly deduce the environment based on the surrounding scenes.

But now she has no clue.

It doesn't look like a shopping mall, nor does it look like a residence.

She couldn't tell where such a sad layout appeared.

Fortunately, the environment this time was not as dark as before. The lights above the head are still running as usual, and the objects wherever you look have the only thing in common:

They are almost the same white color.

The pale light shone on the extremely white cloth, making her eyes sting slightly.

She had almost figured out the layout of the corridor and the distribution of the white cloth.

After weighing it, she decided to take a look deeper into the corridor.

Just like the high-rise buildings 1-2, the structure here absolutely cannot have only one corridor.

There is a clear difference in the feeling of standing on a white cloth and stepping on a white cloth.

Most of the footsteps were absorbed by the white cloth, but there was still a small amount of friction that rustled in her ears.

To be honest, she didn't like this feeling. Especially stepping on shiny white cloth, it seemed like she was blatantly destroying someone else's work, which made her feel a little guilty.

He didn't feel guilty when he killed someone, but instead felt sorry for himself for such a trivial matter.

what is it today?

She patted her cheek gently with her hand, trying to distance herself from the meaningless emotions.

This area is subtly affecting me, and it can also be said to be deliberately amplifying my emotions.

Just when she was about to move on.

Suddenly, a strange feeling made her stop. Then she raised her foot without thinking and looked at the place where she stepped.

The white cloth spread on the floor was as clean as ever.

She left no trace on it.

There seems to be no problem.

and many more……

Something is wrong.

She moved her feet and looked at the soles of the shoes.

This pair of shoes is the lightest of all the shoes. She had been wearing this pair of shoes before she infiltrated the Federation and entered 1-2.

Although the stains on the uppers have been almost treated, there will inevitably be some dirt under the soles.

So, how can the road we have walked on be spotless?

Sure enough, there is...

The words "problem" have not yet fully emerged from her heart.

Suddenly there was a row of footprints on the ground that he stepped on.

It stretches from her position to the starting point just now.

She put her foot down and had a rough guess about the change just now.

Is the ability of catastrophes to rationalize unreasonable treatment?

It can also be regarded as a potential means of manipulation.

She held Ming Ying tightly, braced herself and walked towards the depths of the corridor.

During this period, many railings of different heights appeared on the white cloth, with slightly crowded cloth strips hanging on them.

Their surfaces are not as smooth as the white cloth wrapping the walls.

On the contrary, they look like sheets hanging to dry, or curtains pulled open at will.

One above left, two below.

Third from right.

She silently recorded the height and arrangement of the curtains in her mind.

at the same time.

Visually, the depths of the corridor three hundred meters away were getting closer and closer with her pace.

The so-called proximity refers to proximity on a physical level.

In terms of perception, the distance between the depths of the corridor and her position never seemed to change.

There is a feeling of standing still.

Just when she thought that no matter how she walked, she would never reach the end.

There was a muffled sound.

She hit an obstacle without warning.

hiss……

It hurts.

She subconsciously took a few steps back, then raised her head and looked intently.

Nothing strange appeared in front of me.

Recalling the touch just now, she carefully stretched out her hand and touched the place where her forehead had touched.

Soon, she touched something that had no temperature and had a fine grainy texture.

She obviously hasn't reached the end, so why does the appearance of obstacles seem to tell her that this is the end.

She looked at her men carefully.

It wasn't until under the light that the original appearance of the obstacle was clearly seen.

This is actually an oil painting on canvas that can look real!

What is painted is the corridor and the end of the corridor.