The male protagonist survives in the infinite game by supporting his wife

The third floor where fire was raging was left behind, and the four of them quickened their pace to rush upstairs. At this moment, Zhou Xiao, who was walking at the end of the team, suddenly felt his feet shake.

He saw the staircase in front of him deform and move backwards, and the depth of field suddenly condensed from one surface to a very far point. As the field of vision deepened, the three people in front of him were also pulled into thin strips of color and scattered to different places.

Sheh bent down to pick up the broken golden vine, tied it around his wrist, and continued to go upstairs without panic.

Illusionary space, this is what Zheng Jingjing wants to break one by one.

She lowered her footsteps and was not affected. In the dark stairwell, Shech heard a voice coming from the sixth floor, which came from 602.

The heavy security door was not closed tightly, leaving a gap, through which the warm bright yellow light shone, forming an extremely thin straight line that slanted across the corridor, as sharp as a fishing line.

Shekh approached the sixth floor and stood at the stairs to listen to the conversation inside without stepping into the corridor.

"Jingjing, I really like you. I know you are in trouble, but I can do anything to be with you!"

"What about Xiao Zhao? How are you going to deal with it?"

The cold and hard voice sounded extremely familiar, and was very different from the voice of Zheng Jingjing that I had heard before.

Shekh's lips straightened as he recognized the voice.

"She loves you very much."

"I will find a way. You have to believe me. I know you like me, too. Otherwise, you wouldn't have accepted my letter and given me those bookmarks in return."

"There's nothing written on the bookmark. I'm just dealing with you. You don't need to say those nice words to coax me. I know exactly what you did and what kind of person you are. You also have a pen name, Gu Fang, right?"

The rustling sound of newspapers was heard, and the literary youth raised his voice, "How do you know all this?!"

"Someone will know the truth eventually. I want to know, aren't you afraid that those people you killed will come looking for you when you sleep at night?"

"I…"

The guilty conscience betrayed the literary youth. If he didn't do anything wrong, he wouldn't be afraid of ghosts knocking on his door, but he did it and he was afraid.

The room fell silent because of this topic. After a long while, the literary young man spoke up, "Since you already know these things, I have nothing to hide. I will find a way to get you to be with me."

Footsteps were heard, and within two steps, there was a crisp slap, followed by the sound of a desperate argument.

Amid the noise, Sheh turned his head slightly and caught the sound of another footstep behind him.

She did not move, but a black and gold liquid seeped out from under her feet, corroding Wu Li, who was covering his face.

Ding-clang.

There was a crisp sound of metal hitting the ground.

The silver ring rolled to Shekh's feet and fell to the ground with a clatter.

Looking at the ring, Sheh's face fell completely. This was a pair of space rings on her hand, one for her and one for Shi Jinzhe.

Bending down and picking up the ring on the ground, Sheh took out a piece of chocolate from it, verified that it was a real ring, and slowly turned around. She saw half of a face on the ground that had not melted yet.

His brows were sad and his eyes were unfocused, looking at her lifelessly.

Those are the eyes that are broken by time.

Suddenly, Sheh felt as if a drawstring had grown inside her body. Some kind of emotion was being pushed to her heart by this look, blocking her from breathing.

She lowered her eyes, her expression remained unchanged, but her hand was already tightly clenching the ring.

Shi Jinzhe's defensive formation would not be so weak that it could not withstand the corrosive liquid she used to kill an ordinary person.

This was an illusion. Zheng Jingjing used logic to deceive her, making her think that the person behind her was Wu Li, who was supposed to be following Xiao Zhao.

Sheh knew it was fake, but that didn't stop her from being angry.

She closed her eyes and let the black and gold corrosive liquid engulf the remaining half of her face.

The argument continued behind them. In the corridor, a ray of warm light was silently approaching Sheh, about to cut into the back of her neck.

When it was just a millimeter away, Shekh opened his eyes and pulled the thread with his backhand.

The sudden huge force pulled Zheng Jingjing out of the door at the other end. Before she could react, Sheh threw her to the end of the corridor, causing the wall to be dented and covered with spider-web-like cracks.

Under the violence, the incorporeal Zheng Jingjing disappeared into thin air, leaving only a bloody thread piercing into the wall.

Shekh tightened the thread, causing the disaster to turn bloodshot in an instant, emitting a strong sense of despair and malice.

Resentment, hatred, destruction, torture, all the painful emotions that could crush a person's spirit were released by her, and even the air was permeated with a repressed and suffocating feeling.

Under Sheh's control, these pervasive emotional disasters followed the silk thread into Zheng Jingjing's wounds, gnawing at her heart and staining more places black.

The intense grief caused Zheng Jingjing's heart to shrink suddenly. She had no choice but to disconnect herself to prevent her sanity from being completely overwhelmed by despair.

Seeing the thread broken, Sheh took out the button. Unfortunately, the bloodstains seen from the button could not be captured. Only the part that Zheng Jingjing voluntarily exposed was the entity that could be captured.

Shekh put down the button indifferently and smashed the wall beside him.

Since we can't catch him, let's destroy Building No. 3. The system won't let the dungeon boss escape, it will definitely take countermeasures.

Broken stones flew everywhere, and Shekh destroyed the corridor in a few steps. Surprisingly, the wall of Room 602 was extremely hard, and no cracks were found even after several hammerings.

Not only will the explosion fail to destroy it, but now even she finds it difficult to break through it. There must be something strange about this wall.

Sheh refused to believe it, so he put more pressure on the opponent and tried again, but it was still indestructible.

At this time, the broken golden vine wrapped around her wrist climbed up the wall through the back of her hand and began to grow. As the vine expanded, a crack actually appeared on the wall.

Sheh took a step back. The golden vine was the embodiment of vitality. In addition to storing energy, it could also absorb energy.

Now that the time has come and gone, it has been able to recover on its own. This must be because it has absorbed vitality.

A wall that cannot be broken by external forces is destroyed by the golden vine...

This wall is alive.

Shehe let Jin Teng do his thing, and in her peripheral vision, she saw a few blood threads appear on her side.

With his powerful reaction speed, Sheh clenched the blood threads into a knot and put them into the golden vine ring on his hand.

The blood thread of the sneak attack was imprisoned by the vitality, and the fresh breath caused Zheng Jingjing's judgment to deviate. She hesitated for a moment and did not cut off the blood thread immediately.

In just a split second, the disaster hidden beneath the golden vine arrived, rushing into the huge heart at the other end like an avalanche.

The illusionary space was shaking, the wall paint was peeling off rapidly, and countless ghost images were flashing and overlapping around Sheh.

She waved her hands, breaking up the fragments one after another. When the false scene disappeared, only half of a broken wall remained before her eyes.