Blue Star, the Magic City.

In a separate room underground.

On the bed, Bai Yi, wearing a hospital gown, lay on the bed, covered with a quilt, and with the help of the subtle light that shone in from the window, his expression was solemn.

He held a pencil and tried hard to recall the magic circle of the summoning ceremony drawn on the page of paper handed to him by his elder brother.

He still did not give up.

Although the notes can no longer be taken back, he and his elder brother studied the structure of the ritual magic circle when they were in the basement of their elder brother before.

And now he can only replicate it hard with his memory.

And the most important thing is...

His eyes fell on the tiny trace of minced flesh and blood mist in the cracks of his fingernails.

It was the flesh and blood he peeled off from his elder brother's little finger.

As long as he still preserves this trace of flesh and blood and is not discovered, he still has hope of summoning his elder brother, because his elder brother's flesh and blood is the best beacon!

"I remember it should be like this..."

Bai Yi frowned and tried hard to recall the structural picture of the ritual magic array.

He really hates himself for being careless and not studying hard now. If he has the ability to remember everything, does he still need to replicate it?!

He himself is the mobile library.

However, he knew that it was useless to think about this. The most urgent task now is to deepen his memory of the ritual magic circle, because by the morning of the next morning, he had to destroy all the things he portrayed today.

Time passed by little by little in his focused memories.

But at the next moment.

The light that shone in from outside the window suddenly turned black.

Bai Yi almost subconsciously grabbed the piece of paper in his hand and became alert.

Was it discovered?

The room under house arrest was facing the corridor outside the door. Because there were often guards patrolling back and forth, the lights in the corridor were on all night.

He almost subconsciously held his breath.

Not sure why, he clearly felt that the temperature in the room seemed to be slowly falling at an undetectable speed.

But it doesn't look like it's normal cold.

Instead, it's like...

Cold.

He swallowed subconsciously, and finally lifted the quilt, put it on and compromised, and walked nervously towards the door.

step.

Two steps.

Get closer slowly.

There was a glass door and window above the iron door. Usually, the guards would peek at him from time to time through the small window. There was a monitor in the upper right corner, but what made him nervous was that even the red dots on the monitor disappeared.

It seems that this place is completely powered off.

He held his breath.

finally.

He mustered up his courage to raise his head and looked out the small window carefully.

Get close inch by inch.

And he almost raised his heart to his throat.

Because he was afraid that a pair of eyes or a bloody hand suddenly appeared outside the small window, he swears that he would be scared.

But it didn't.

His eyes penetrated the glass window and looked outward.

The corridor was dark and quiet, and it made people feel sad. They could not see anything. They could only see his own reflection on the glass window.

The heart he was holding finally slowly dropped.

He breathed a sigh of relief.

Maybe.

It's really a power outage.

Because since he came back from the dark world, he always felt a little nervous, and it seemed that he had eyes peeking at him in the dark, making him feel a little nervous.

But it's fine.

If he also encountered a supernatural world on Blue Star, he would not have an invincible existence like his elder brother, so his life would really be explained here.

He breathed, wiped the cold sweat from his head.

Subconsciously I wanted to turn my head.

But at this moment.

The light from the corner of his eyes suddenly fell on the small window in front of him, and his hair stood up almost instantly.

That's right.

There is really nothing outside the window.

But is the reflection on the glass window really me?

Because he obviously noticed that when he was about to turn his head, the vague reflection on his glass window did not follow his movements at all!

If that reflection was not me, who would it be?!

His hands trembled, and his face slowly turned pale.

He straightened his head stiffly.

The reflection on the glass window exactly like me was like staring at him.

And that is, the next moment.

The reflection suddenly smiled at him.

"I found you."

Bai Yi's face suddenly changed, goosebumps all over his body burst out, and he turned his head in horror and was about to retreat.

But it was the moment he turned his head.

Behind.

He saw the old man with blood stains all over his body and was staring at his back.

He almost recognized the old man at a glance, and he was the senior official sent by the higher authorities to represent the government to form the General Administration of Supernatural Affairs.

But at this moment, he stood there like a corpse.

Crazy-

The old man suddenly opened his mouth. In just a moment, his mouth grew to two meters in size, like an abyss, and instantly enveloped him.

A shrill scream rang throughout the room.

...

"Bai Yi!"

In the corridor outside the gate, the psychic was full of eagerness and brought dozens of fully armed special forces and senior officials to Bai Yi's gate quickly.

They immediately took out the key and wanted to open the door.

But for some reason, the door seemed to be welded to death, and it was difficult to push no matter what.

The inside of the glass window is also dark.

"What happened! Their target is indeed that child!"

The mediator gritted her teeth, and she looked at the dark corridor anxiously, and the intense coldness almost filled her whole body.

She didn't dare to delay and immediately sat cross-legged and took out a little man cut out of paper from her arms.

He stuck the paper man on the door, bit his fingers, and quickly outlined a blood-red rune on the paper man.

She closed her eyes.

The fingers quickly made a series of complex gestures.

Her lips trembled, and she kept reciting obscure mantras.

And the next moment, she suddenly opened her eyes and gritted her teeth and said, "Sister, it's up to you."

Buzz —

A half empty ghost-like face suddenly appeared on her left half of her face.

The paper man stuck to the iron door instantly pressed against the door, almost integrated with the door, and a large amount of blood poured out from the paper man, and the iron door quickly became rotten and decayed.

"Black the door!"

The psychic gritted his teeth and yelled.

The special forces around him immediately smashed the gate with his buttstock.

The iron gate collapsed with a bang.

And the shrill and terrifying sounds that were isolated suddenly came from it.

They immediately saw that Bai Yi's body was covered with mucus in the room, and his upper body had almost been swallowed by the white-haired old man, leaving only his legs struggling to persevere.

"Bai Yi!!"
Chapter completed!