life copy game

Chapter 1630 'The Back View' (Seeking Monthly Tickets)
"Have we come in? Cough cough—"

Reed coughed, covered his mouth, and looked at the dust floating in his field of vision. "There's so much dust here."

A hazy cloud of smoke drifted across the sky, like a layer of dim fog, covering the entire world in a gray hue, making only the immediate surroundings visible.

“It should be.” He Ao nodded slightly, put the photo in his pocket, and looked at the dust around him.

But before he could finish speaking, a cloud of smoke rushed out from behind him and enveloped him.

But his body seemed to be prepared, and he created distance as if by teleportation. Then he drew the spear from his back, leaped up, and thrust the spear into the smoke.

The tip of the crystal spear sliced ​​through the undulating smoke, cutting through the surface of the smoke as if piercing flesh, leaving a huge wound.

Smoke and dust, resembling fresh blood, billowed from the haze and sprayed into the sky, mingling with the gray haze between heaven and earth.

"call--"

A violent roar came from the smoke, and then the smoke gathered together to form a blurry human figure about ten meters tall, standing in the gray fog.

He lowered his head, looked at He Ao who had already landed, and roared angrily.

“It looks like a child,” Reed said hoarsely, staring at the huge, blurry humanoid figure.

“Like that first child burned to ashes by the ‘ghost.’” Heo gripped the Spear of Vistara, gazing at the smoky figure.

Judging from what just happened, this figure's combat power is in no way inferior to that of a D-level superhuman.

Just then, a scorching heat blew across his face.

The shadowy humanoid figure, more than ten meters tall, seemed to sense something and retreated without hesitation, about to run away from there.

At that moment, Heo reached out and grabbed Reed, who was standing next to him. He shot backward like a cannonball, disappearing through the thick fog.

Almost the instant they left, a surge of intense heat swept over their entire bodies.

A pitch-black foot, seemingly compressed from dim flame ash, appeared in He Ao's field of vision.

The foot hovered in the air, its structure exquisite, seemingly belonging to a young girl, but it was over twenty meters long, like a giant train carrying surging waves of fire, passing in front of the two of them.

He Ao looked up and followed the foot to her delicate ankle, slender calves, and long skirt.

This is a 'girl', hundreds of meters tall, a girl as huge as a mountain.

Her entire body was composed of pure ash and pitch-black flames, sweeping across the heavens and earth with a surging sense of oppression and aggression.

Fortunately, she was not heading in the same direction as Howe and Reed, but the scorching heat still swept over their bodies, making their skin burn and their clothes feel like they were about to catch fire.

The tall figure that had just ambushed He Ao was blocking the girl's path. The moment it touched the girl's floating 'little feet', it was instantly engulfed by surging flames.

The body, which was originally ashes, burst into flames and burned completely into dust in a violent struggle.

boom--

All of this happened in the blink of an eye. Heo and Reed fell to the ground, watching the towering girl disappear into the distance.

He stood up and touched his slightly charred coat.

boom--

With a soft sound, his coat instantly disintegrated and scattered into ashes.

His skin had become charred and dry, as if he was about to fall into lava, but luckily managed to climb out at the last moment.

Reed, standing nearby, was also touching his skin, then gasped in pain and began coughing violently.

Reed's coat was also torn, and even his underwear underneath was damaged to some extent.

If they weren't superhumans, but ordinary people, they would have been roasted into jerky in the scene just now.

“That figure,” Reed said hoarsely, standing beside Heo and watching the huge figure gradually disappear into the thick smoke, “looks like that ‘ghost’ outside.”

He paused slightly at this point, "And like that little girl who came with you, Siwei?"

He had wanted to say this for a long time, and now he finally had the opportunity.

“It does look like it,” He Ao did not shy away from the question. He nodded slightly and did not avoid the question. “Siwei was also one of those who ‘perished’ in the fire at this orphanage back then.”

“Perhaps the ‘ghost’ here,” Reed said hoarsely, “is also connected to Sylvie in some way. It’s the first time I’ve seen the same ‘existence’ in two anomalies.”

"We'll have to wait until we get out of here to verify these things," He Ao sighed softly.

His gaze drifted downwards, landing on the ashes of the figure that had just been burned by the flames.

At this moment, the edges of the ashes were trembling slightly, as if they were about to regroup, but the movement was very slow and the amplitude was very slight.

“Many of the key beings in the anomaly are unkillable,” Reed followed Heo’s gaze to the clump of ashes. “Give him enough ‘time,’ and he should be able to ‘revive,’ but that’s none of our business.”

He turned around and looked behind him. "We should still search this crucial area of ​​anomalies, look for the exit, and those anomalous cults—"

His words faltered slightly.

He noticed the change in his tone, turned around, and looked behind him as well.

The distance they had jumped to avoid the giant fire 'ghost' wasn't very far, which allowed them to see more of what was originally hidden deep in the smoke and dust.

In the hazy smoke and dust, blurry shadows, resembling mountains of varying sizes, stood there.

These shadowy children were at least ten meters tall, about the same height as the figure that had just attacked them.

Furthermore, it is impossible to determine whether these shadows are 'standing' or 'sitting'.

Reed stared at the shadows of varying sizes and fell into a brief silence.

“Let’s go take a look,” He Ao said, gripping his spear. His voice was hoarse. “They’re all gathered so densely together; that direction must be the core of this space.”

“Okay.” Reed lowered his voice, his voice hoarse.

The two walked slowly forward.

Soon, they arrived in front of the first shadow, which was a figure crouching on the ground. He sat on the ground, raised his head, and looked up at the sky, as if he was afraid of something.

The figure, sitting about twenty meters tall, was made entirely of compressed ash, resembling a sculpture cast from a single piece, and its expression was vividly portrayed.

“It’s Case,” Heo said hoarsely, looking at the figure. “A child from the orphanage.”

“There is no inclination to move,” Reed said slowly, gazing at the figure. “There must be some factor that determines whether they can move.”

“Perhaps it is life and death,” He Ao’s gaze withdrew from the figure, his hoarse voice echoing in the smoke, “After they ‘die’ in the surface space, they will ‘awaken’ in the inner space, and the ‘ghost’ itself exists in both the surface and inner spaces at the same time.”

"Did the 'child' turn into a 'monster' after dying?" Reed also looked away, without questioning Heo's guess.

Judging from the current situation, this may be the 'rule' of this place.

From this perspective, they are actually quite 'lucky' on the surface.

After all, there is a 'simple' way to obtain the fragments from those children.

It means to 'kill' or 'lure' them, and after they die, the fragments will naturally fall.

If 'Loren' hadn't been an orphanage and hadn't received Finn's help, their process of collecting the fragments certainly wouldn't have been as smooth as it is now.

If it were someone else, they would most likely have used this 'simple' 'collection' method.

If they collect the fragments in this way, then on the inside, they will face the most real and terrifying aspects of this orphanage.

The two figures continued forward, passing through the shadowy figures made of ashes.

The figures were all moving differently; some were running away, some were sitting on the ground, and some were crouching in a corner with their heads in their hands.

Their heights also varied. Although they weren't as terrifying as the 'wandering' ghost from before, the tallest of them, estimated by height, was over a hundred meters.

"Is this what they look like in the end?" Reed looked up at the 'children' and said in a hoarse voice.

"It should be." He Ao remained silent for a moment, then continued walking forward.

"What does their height represent?" Reed pondered. "The greater the height, the stronger the power?"

After all, there was a clear height difference between the wandering ghost and the figure that was instantly burned to ashes.

"Possibly." He Ao nodded slightly.

"Then what determines the 'height' of these children?" Reed muttered to himself.

At this moment, He Ao had already raised his eyes and looked ahead.

The outline of a building emerged from the hazy dust in front of it.

Behind these buildings lies the shadow of a massive, towering mountain.

Reed looked up and saw the buildings in front of him.

That building was the main building of the orphanage, but there were no warehouses, kitchens, walls, or high-voltage power grids visible next to it.

Only one solitary main building stands at the foot of the mountain.

The area of ​​the side space here seems to be much larger than that of the surface space.

The building was not in its normal appearance on the surface; it was covered with a thick layer of ash, with some areas charred from fire, and many windows were blackened.

It was as if no one had been here for many, many years after it was burned down.

These buildings, hidden beneath a hazy, misty haze, appear eerie, bizarre, and desolate.

“Looks like we’ve found it.” Reed said hoarsely, looking at the main building.

“Hmm,” He Ao lowered his head, “Let’s go straight to the dean’s office.”

Having said that, he lifted his foot and quickly moved forward toward the building hidden in the 'mist and dust'.