Live Treasure Hunter In The Secret Realm

Since it is believed that this scent is a hallucinogen, it is even more dare not to act rashly. So, while trying to keep his mind sober, he went to see the figure in the arch.

It's just weird that the figure showed no signs of fading, but became clearer.

In the darkness, Hanzhe seemed to be able to clearly see Lin Jia's handsome face.

At the same time, watching the cold track all the way back to the mirroring mechanism, the audience in the live broadcast room couldn't sit still. At first they thought that something had been left behind in the cold rut, but the scene before them looked weird. Especially when the cold rut walked towards the pit step by step, the audience anxiously launched a barrage.

"House manager Yang Wudi: Lao Han, what are you doing? There are agencies in front of you!"

"Anchor, what's the matter with you? Don't scare me!"

"The anchor seems to be fascinated by something, everyone quickly remind him!"

Compared to the spectators sitting on pins and needles in the live broadcast room, the cold rut seemed to be okay and walked forward randomly, getting closer and closer to the fatal pothole.

Although Hanzhe is aware of the hallucinogens here, it is too late. In this very confined space, the density of hallucinogens is already very high.

Furthermore, when he was walking in circles in the tomb city, his physical strength continued to decline, and his rapid breathing caused him to ingest too much fragrance.

Therefore, even if he wanted to be defensive, he was no match for the speed at which his spirit fell into a psychedelic state.

In his eyes, everything in front of him is different from what the audience in the live broadcast room sees.

Hanzhe saw that he had walked out of the mausoleum, and in front of him was a huge tomb with fluorescent light. At the exit, a spacious step directly leads to the outside of the cemetery.

On that step, there is a girl clearly standing, that is Lin Jia!

At this moment, the soft light of fluorite reflected on Lin Jia's beautiful face, adding a gentle and intellectual charm to her. And Lin Jia seemed to have seen him too, and was waving her hand vigorously.

Hanzhe stepped forward and wanted to catch up, and at this moment, he was only half a step away from the death pit.

As a result, the audience in the live broadcast room once again felt a deep despair. Compared with the dignified death of the monster in the hands of the monster, it was even more embarrassing to be planted in the mechanism of the illusion.

But they haven't given up yet. At this time, everyone's heart is closely connected with the cold rut.

Almost! They are about to see a scene of horror.

But in the cold consciousness, there seemed to be a faint voice reminding him all the time.

Don't go...don't go.

That was the voice from the depths of Hanzhe's heart. He did not give in desperately, nor gave up irresponsibly.

Although the voice was looming and very slight, it was the last strong resistance of the cold rut. The voice has been there all the time, but it hasn't been able to stop the cold footsteps before.

But at the last moment, the shabby brain listened to the voice in his heart. As a result, he almost stiffened and stopped hanging in the air.

This sudden scene made the audience in the live broadcast room almost burst into tears of excitement. But they didn't dare to let go of the heart they mentioned, and they still used a barrage to remind them of the mischief.

"Anchor! Have you seen our barrage? You are dangerous now!"

"The room manager Yang Wudi presented the anchor with 10 rockets-everyone brushed up the gifts. The system will remind you when you receive the gift!"

Seeing Yang Wudi's prompt, the audience in the live broadcast room seemed to have suddenly found their way. I did my best to brush up the gift.

Ten rockets are also gifts, and ten fish balls are also gifts. At this moment, there is no difference between them. Whether they are poor or rich, the viewers in the live broadcast room are doing their best to help.

And the system prompts for these audiences to pick up the gifts did indeed play a role.

Although Hanzhe couldn't escape the illusion, he could hear his inner voice more clearly.

Hanzhe knew that the best way now was to do nothing and try his best to calm down.

Only when he calms down will he have a chance to regain control of his brain.

Being trapped in the environment, I know that everything in front of me may be unreal. So, he simply closed his eyes.

However, just as Hanzhe closed his eyes and pondered the countermeasures, Ruoyoruowu felt a hand waving in front of him.

what is that?

Even if Hanzhe closed his eyes, the feeling of his hands was extremely real. Gradually, Hanzhe could even feel the hands walking from behind and onto his back.

Then, it was his shoulder.

hiss!

Hanzhe took a breath, and his back felt numb. If it is really an illusion, what is going on with this incredibly real touch?

While silently praying for this feeling to disappear quickly, Hanzhe's hand still can't help holding Zhan Lujian.

However, things backfired. Not only did the feeling not disappear, the cold rut could even feel the hands sliding down his shoulders toward his neck.

Zhan Lujian's cold hilt gave Hanzhe a lot of courage, but he was still very crippled when he was wrapped around his neck by such a pair of weird hands. Hanzhe was already nervous to the extreme, and the hand holding Zhan Lujian began to sweat from the palm of his hand.

Suddenly, those hands increased their strength, as if they were about to choke the cold neck.

Hanzhe felt a harsh suffocation instantly surrounding him. His lips began to tremble slightly, and the Zhan Lu sword in his hand became tighter.

Not long after, an unbearable pain came from the lungs. Hanzhe only felt that his lung leaves seemed to be torn apart by something.

An evil fire rushed into Hanzhe's heart. Could it be that he, a big living person, would be so suffocated and forced to death?

Can't bear it anymore!

A shock of thunder blasted in the chilling mind, his body violently violently resembled an angry lion, and the sword in his hand was thrust back like a dragon going out to the sea.

Pouch!

Hanzhe seemed to hear a clear sound of a blade piercing into the flesh.

At this moment, Hanzhe suddenly opened his eyes and looked back.

It's Lin Jia!

Hanzhe's pupils suddenly enlarged. Behind him, it was not someone else, it was the big beauty Lin Jia!

The Zhan Lu sword in Hanzhe's hand was also ruthlessly inserted into Lin Jia's abdomen, the blood stained the blade, and flowed down the blade to Hanzhe's hand.

The cold expression was very painful, her big moving eyes were incredibly wide open, and her hands were tightly holding the Zhan Lu Jian that was pierced into her body.

Lin Jia's abdomen was flushed with blood, and the unstoppable blood fell on the ground drop by drop, making a popping sound.

Shocked Hanzhe was deeply regretful, and his trembling hands could no longer hold Zhan Lu Jian. He just felt that his brain was blank, and he was stunned. Looking blankly at Lin Jia, whose face gradually turned pale.

I killed Lin Jia!

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