There was a person in this white snowy field, and Liu Yang always felt that it was not necessarily a good thing.
Liu Yang turned around slightly, and it was best to keep as long as possible between herself and him.
But he didn't know if it was his delusion.
Because every time he took a step back, he found that the person was inexplicably taking a step forward.
But he didn't even see the man step out And how did he move forward?
But before Liu Yang could solve this problem, another figure appeared, right behind him, looking at him with two eyes hooked, as if with a malicious smile.
Liu Yang calmed himself down.
Looking around, he noticed.
As long as you continue to move forward, the number of people in the next will gradually increase.
He didn't know where he got this instinct from, but that's what his inner thoughts told him.
As soon as he thought of this, Liu Yang stopped.
But the moment he stopped, the white snow suddenly stopped moving.
Then, when Liu Yang didn't notice him, they suddenly gathered together.
Originally, behind the poplar was the white snow.
But the moment Liu Yang turned around, the back also spread to the front, as if it had turned in a circle, except for where Liu Yang was ten meters now.
Everything else has been sunk into the snow.
After Liu Yang watched all this, he understood in his heart that I am afraid that the good show is gradually being staged.
Sure enough, as he expected, the black shadows slowly crawled out of the snow.
One after the other.
Gradually, in a short time, there were hundreds of them.
Liu Yang didn't know whether these black shadows were humans or ghosts, and if they were, could it be that they were controlled by others.
But if it's a ghost, Liu Yang feels that something doesn't look like it.
For there is a shadow under their feet, but the shadow is only half a piece.
Liu Yan has never seen half a shadow.
Either there is or there is no shadow of half of the block, so where does the other half go?
Just as his mind was thinking about how to deal with the current scene.
But the figures came to him.
Their speed is not very fast, it is very slow.
It's like an old man walking slowly towards Liu Yang.
But Liu Yang did not let down his vigilance because of this.
On the contrary, there is a smell of the eve of a storm.
Liu Yang touched his body to see if there was any weapon that could be used.
But he had just woken up from sleep, and the clothes he had put on were very thin, and he had no weapons on his hand.
If there's one thing that works, it's just your own belt.
Liu Yang took off the belt and held it in his hand, he didn't know what these things were.
Half-human-like and a bit like a snowman.
Therefore, Liu Yang did not plan to fight them at close range, and if he could fight from a distance, he would try to minimize the danger.
Soon, those guys gradually came to Liu Yang's side, and there was only less than one or twenty meters left.
Liu Yang also felt that it was almost time, so he rushed towards those guys.
The belt in his hand spun in a circle in the air, mixed with the shocking wind, and slammed into one of them.
This power Liu Yang can be regarded as using all his strength.
He made a preliminary estimate that even if this power couldn't kill people, it would be able to cripple that guy.
Of course, the premise is that he is not a ghost.
If it's a ghost, I'm afraid it won't help with a big knife.
So Liu Yang expects this guy to pretend to be something like the best.
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But unfortunately, often what you need is what you can never get.
The sound of the belt is really loud, even if ten seconds have passed, it is still on the white snow, echoing the shocking scene just now.
Now it sounds like there's some chilly smell mixed in with it.
Liu Yang looked at the person who had been whipped hard by himself just now.
After he fell, he turned into two and stood up.
How is this going to be fought.
After defeating, I still play doppelganger with you.
Liu Yang felt that these seemingly silly playthings didn't seem to be so easy to solve, so he immediately turned around and hurriedly ran.
Is this a puppet entirely?
The kind that can't be killed at all.
No, even if they are killed, they can still be resurrected and can copy themselves.
There's no way to do that.
Liu Yang ran forward, although he didn't know where to run now.
Because from the moment he stopped, the whole area turned into a white snowfield.
It's the same ahead of him.
Wherever he ran now, it didn't change his ability to escape from the snow.
Time passes slowly, as if there is no end, because here you can't feel the difference between day and night, the two of them.
Anyway, it's always a white expanse, a gray sky.
In the process of Liu Yang's escape, he also happened to have a personal contact with that group of guys.
But what Liu Yang didn't expect at all was that don't look at their movements so slowly, and their defense is so low.
But their attacks were with a calm force.
It seems that the power you only need to touch will never escape the whirlpool he carries, and it will suck you tightly.
If it weren't for Liu Yang's face and slapping him hard, I'm afraid he would have become a skeleton in the snow by now.
Finally, Liu Yang couldn't run, as if he had tripped over something, and fell to the ground with a bang.
Liu Yang was panting, and he didn't even have the strength to stand up.
From the time he fled until now, he never dared to stop.
And he didn't dare to stop, because he only needed to stop for a moment, and those guys were like dog skin plasters, and they couldn't get rid of them.
By now, he had no strength and had already collapsed.
The wind blew.
As if something was so in front of him, Liu Yang opened his tired eyes slightly.
And so it was.
The current group of guys has surrounded themselves and can't get through.
Liu Yang wanted to stand up, but he didn't know who grabbed his hand.
And he fixed all his limbs.
It doesn't work at all.
Panting.
One by one, they stretched out their hands and placed them in the air above their faces.
Then there was a noise.
Liu Yang fell to the ground.
And those figures drifted away.
It's as if nothing happened at all.
The wind is quiet, the snow has stopped, and people are gone Suddenly, Liu Yang opened his eyes and sat up from the bed.
He found that he was already in a cold sweat all over his body.
The clothes were all wet, too.
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