Under the powerful illumination of the flashlight, the curved top of the tunnel seemed to be much higher, and the material also changed, with a metallic reflection under the light.
There are intricate natural lines on it, like traces left by water flowing through it. Ye Xun raised his head and looked at the top, feeling like he had entered a temple in another world.
Suddenly, there was a sound of breaking wind in the darkness. Ye Xun looked at the darkness ahead, his expression condensed, and his right hand slowly touched the hilt of Surtur's sword.
Something is approaching, and it's going fast.
Relying on a certain feeling, Ye Xuan came to such a conclusion in his mind.
Because his right hand was holding the hilt of the sword, the light of the flashlight shone on the ground, and the front was dark.
There was a sound of wings cutting through the air, and then a breeze passed over Ye Xun's head. It was not a breeze in the ordinary sense. It was obvious that something flew past Ye Xuan's head at high speed and brought up the airflow.
Ye Xuan quickly raised his head, but saw nothing under the light of the flashlight.
Mudd! Pretending to be a ghost!
Ye Xuan was annoyed for a while. He was most annoyed by things like this that relied on their speed to sneak up on them. He had the ability to confront them head-on?
He had just finished thinking this, and then he heard a louder sound coming from the front, as if a group of those things were approaching quickly.
Grass (a plant)!
As soon as those things entered Ye Xuan's field of vision, they flew straight towards him. The number of them made Ye Xun's scalp numb.
They are like the dead bones of bats, with a pair of wings that have long lost their membrane wings, and sharp claws on them. They have human-like hands with extremely sharp nails.
Although they are as thin as bats, if there is only one, Ye Xuan can be sure that it is the one who died, but now they fill the entire tunnel space, slowly flapping their membraneless wing bones, flying around under the light of the flashlight, casting down
One after another is like the shadow of a demon.
Ye Xuan was sure that he had never seen such things, but the moment he saw them, he knew the names of these ghosts.
Kamaitachi!
The legendary wind monster.
I originally thought it was just a legend, but I didn't expect such a thing to actually exist.
It turns out that the creatures in the dragon world are constantly challenging human cognition, whether they are dragons, deadpools, or the overwhelming weasels in front of us.
The sickles and weasels flew over but did not attack Ye Xun. Instead, they flew around Ye Xun and made cheering sounds. They didn't know how they made the sound, as if they had found delicious food.
With a bang, Ye Xuan pulled out Surtur. The once black blade had now turned white. He didn't know how the equipment department had modified it.
He stared intently at the weasels flying around him. Such a large number even gave him a headache.
However, since Kamamaita lives in a group, there must be a leader. According to the novel, as long as the leader is killed, the other Kamitatsu can retreat.
But now, the suspected leader Kamitachi has not been found, so we can only wait.
So Ye Xuan coldly confronted the sickle and weasel group.
Of course, Ye Xuan unilaterally believed that the sickle and weasel group were just guarding the food here, waiting for the leader to come over, to avoid the situation like the previous few days where all the ducks that reached their mouths ran away.
The person who appeared around here a few days ago was Zhao Menghua. He followed the commissioner of Kassel College into the subway station and was trapped after committing suicide.
Therefore, if a person does not seek death, he will not die.
But why do you find it so exciting to commit suicide unexpectedly?
Just when Ye Xuan was thinking wildly, a sickle weasel with a skeleton several times larger than other weasels slowly appeared in Ye Xuan's field of vision. There was a silver mask on its skull, like an emperor's crown, and its eyes were
The position lit up with a golden light, just like the golden eyes of a mixed race.
As soon as it appeared, the sickles and weasels took it as their leader and began to fly around Ye Xuan, screaming with excitement as they circled, giving a sense of ceremony that a feast was about to take place.
And Ye Xuan is the food for the feast in their eyes, just like the rotten bones in the eyes of the crows.
Ye Xuan slowly raised his sword, his eyes grew colder, and he stared at the largest Emperor Weasel, preparing to chop it to death first.
Perhaps feeling the threat from the sword in Ye Xun's hand, the sickles and weasels moved closer even more fiercely, and some of them almost flew into Ye Xuan's face.
With his sight greatly blocked, Ye Xuan could only jump up like lightning and slash towards the Emperor Weasel, with great force and force, it was Tang Zhu.
If the Emperor Weasel hadn't avoided it, he would have ended up being split in half.
But the result was not what Ye Xuan thought. The golden light in the eyes of the Emperor Weasel flourished, and then his huge body suddenly dodged to the side and managed to avoid the sword blade.
As soon as the battle broke out, Ye Xuan had to withstand the attacks of dozens of sickle weasels. They waved their sharp claws and clawed at every part of Ye Xun's body.
Ye Xuan quickly waved the sword blade, the sword light flashed, dozens of sharp claws were cut off and fell to the ground, and then more sickles and weasels came up, completely surrounding Ye Xuan.
This is probably the benefit of having an advantage in numbers!
Ye Xun's eyes were calm, and the flashlight had already fallen on the ground. He swung the sword in his left hand and right hand in unison, and even if he couldn't see clearly, he was able to kill several sickle weasels.
A sword was danced so tightly by Ye Xuan that the sickles and weasels were forced to be only half a meter away from Ye Xun, making it difficult to move forward.
Even so, they rushed forward without fear of death, even if they were hit by the sword blade and shattered into bones on the ground, or hit by the scabbard and smashed against the wall.
Not long after, Emperor Weasel reappeared in Ye Xuan's field of vision, with a cruel light shining in his eyes, as if he wanted to cut Ye Xun's body into pieces and eat it.
Ye Xuan was also a little tired at this time, and most of his physical strength was exhausted. Although he still had some energy left, who knew what was waiting for him behind.
So he suddenly closed his eyes, waving the sword blade slowly with his hand, and then immediately opened it. Purple gold replaced the original dark pupils, and light burst out from his eyes. A force emerged from deep in his body, and he waved his hand.
The speed of the sword increased again, and the whole person became more flexible.
And as Ye Xuan's purple-gold eyes ignited, all the movements of the sickle and weasel stopped in unison, as if they had encountered something terrifying, they waved their wing bones in horror and turned around to fly towards the darkness ahead.
The Emperor Weasel flapped its wings quickly and was the first to rush into the darkness. Unexpectedly, its huge size could maintain such a fast speed.
It's really weird.
Not long after, there was nothing beside Ye Xun except the bones of the weasels on the ground. It was as if they had never appeared before. Silence returned to the tunnel space, and the group of weasels left in an instant.
A loud "rumbling" sound came from behind, and the ground began to shake crazily. A small light appeared in the darkness, and then quickly became louder.
It's the subway.
When Ye Xuan reacted, the steam spotlight in front of the subway train suddenly appeared in front of his eyes like a scorching sun. If he hadn't opened his purple-gold pupils, his eyes might not have been temporarily blinded.
Ye Xuan quickly retreated to the wall, trying to avoid the train.
But with a harsh friction sound, the train stopped steadily in front of him, just like an experienced driver who had been driving for decades, stopping the vehicle on the high speed smoothly in a few seconds.
This is an old-fashioned subway train in the style of 1992. It seems to have been sealed in time. When Ye Xuan broke into this place, it appeared in front of him through the years.
The rusty train door slowly opened, revealing the dark carriage inside, like the gaping mouth of an evil beast, waiting for its prey to fall into its trap.
Ye Xuan picked up the flashlight on the ground, sheathed the sword, and boarded the subway.
The moment I sat down, the train door closed immediately, the subway restarted, the steel wheels pressed against the rails, making a rhythmic sound, and the steam train roared toward the dark front.