Chapter 579 The Final Trump Card

The unwavering body was eventually forced to stop in place in this sudden upheaval.

Tongguan suddenly looked back, and in the deep darkness, he could not see the way back.

But on the floor a few meters away, Ding Wangshu's extremely frightened shouts were heard one after another beside his ears.

"Save us! Tong..."

With hearing loss, he could not hear exactly what the other party was saying.

But from the gradually increasing tone, it can be felt that the situation of Ding Wangshu and Jin Xi was being pressed step by step by "Stephanie's Smile".

Tongguan's face, which was flowing with blood and tears, showed a trace of indifference after meditation.

There was only Ding Wangshu's voice in the headset, and Jin Xi never asked for help.

Jin Xi was worthy of being a newcomer he valued. When she was blocked by such a terrible ghost, she still devoted herself to finding the fixed exhibition hall of the painting museum.

From beginning to end, she did not say a word to ask Tongguan to return to help.

"Stephanie's Smile" should be on the fourth floor underground, locked in the collection warehouse with Fang Shenyan.

Fang Shenyan always lies, but he won't tell such stupid lies when it comes to the overall direction of the mission.

The more incredible it is, the more true it will be.

So, although Tongguan doesn't know how he did it, he will believe it.

This is the first reason, but the second reason is what really makes Tongguan ignore it.

Even if "Stephanie's Smile" really came to the sculpture hall and was really threatening Jin Xi and Ding Wangshu, he couldn't care.

The time is coming.

Even if the ten-minute deadline agreed with Fang Shenyan can be ignored, there are only the last thirty minutes left before the end of the mission.

In fact, so far, they have entered the countdown to the end of the mission.

Everything they do now is sacrificing the time to return to the seventh branch.

Tongguan must take the overall situation into consideration.

Regardless of the true or false agreement, even if it is to complete the mission, he must get the "skin" and leave the World Heritage Museum in five minutes!

Ding Wangshu's call only made Tongguan turn his head once, and he immediately ignored it and rushed towards the Museum of Arts and Crafts.

The loss of vision and damaged hearing made Tongguan isolated but pure.

At this moment, he only had one thought, the only thought, to complete the task.

"Tongguan! If we die, you can't live!

The exhibition hall of the painting museum, you haven't got it yet..."

Ding Wangshu uttered a rather complete cry vaguely with a sharp and shrill scream.

And then her scream stopped abruptly, and in the dead silence, Jin Xi left the last sentence in a calm tone:

"Brother Tong, I'm sorry, I tried my best."

This sentence seemed to have exhausted all the strength. It was more like the helplessness and resignation of being unable to change the situation than calmness.

In the headset, the last sound disappeared.

With the entry of "Stephanie's Smile", the original balance was completely shattered.

Its strength met people's expectations of it, and it killed Tongguan's source of information in just a few seconds.

Tongguan felt a little angry and indignant. He kept silent and walked forward according to his memory.

During this period, he bumped into the wall several times, and blood flowed from his forehead, dripping on the road he walked.

The first exhibition hall of the fixed exhibition hall of the Art and Craft Museum, which Jin Xi finally revealed, is located at the deepest part of the second floor.

Tongguan stumbled and used all his strength to knock open the door of the first exhibition hall.

At the same time, the shadow behind him slowly rose and expanded.

From the shadow of Tongguan himself, the winged angel and a large number of terrifying things like silk tentacles were revived crazily.

The black ball of thread placed on the porcelain plate in the center of the exhibition hall turned into a pile of flying ash in an instant.

One word to describe it is smooth.

From the overall perspective, Tongguan's so-called Rubik's Cube dismantling plan was extremely smooth.

Jin Xi and others who stayed behind to provide information support were already in a deadly situation.

Tongguan, who rushed to the front line, hardly encountered too many obstacles.

Tongguan, who couldn't see anything, knew that this level had been solved after feeling the trembling of the space around him.

However, just when he was about to turn around and walk back, his body suddenly stiffened, and an extremely strange feeling revived from the bottom of his heart.

Tongguan covered his heart in pain, opened his mouth but couldn't speak, and slowly knelt on the ground.

It was a sign of death, but it was completely different from the porcelain museum.

This time, something was growing out of his body.

The strength of that thing was far greater than his own, and the uncontrollable terrible power was filling his entire body.

Tongguan's consciousness still existed, but he couldn't control himself. He could only feel that his thoughts were slowly being stripped away.

Then ten silk-like objects stretched out from the nails of his ten fingers.

His originally embarrassed face became even more hateful and hideous, and the blood marks on his face were completely solidified, as if they had become his wrinkles.

"Bang!"

The clothes behind him suddenly exploded, and two petrified broken wings stretched out from his flesh and blood.

It was not until this moment that Tongguan finally understood what had happened to him.

The broken-winged angel had merged with him without him knowing when...

No!

It was the broken-winged angel that had squeezed into his body!

This was not possession, but a strong, ignoring, and overbearing possession.

Tongguan can fully feel his own thoughts, but he has no control over his body.

A ghost is assimilating him, but he has no way to stop it.

He underestimated the strength of the ghost of the Broken Winged Angel after all, and only saw the killing method of "directly looking into petrification".

But the Broken Winged Angel has a second killing method.

That is assimilation.

Just like it assimilated the Lotus Leaf Ghost, it has completed the assimilation of Tongguan in the process of the first five floors.

Tongguan is still a living body at this moment, but he has been mostly ghosted.

The petrified wings stretch out behind him, countless silk tentacles linger around his body, and the eyes flowing with blood and tears are empty and weird.

This time, no one can save him.

Even if Hongfu breaks the way out of the Lotus Leaf Ghost, the assimilation between Tongguan and the Broken Winged Angel cannot be stopped.

But things in the world are often so coincidental.

The assimilation of the Broken Winged Angel cannot assimilate thoughts, and Tongguan, who has independent consciousness, still has the possibility of self-rescue.

Because in the only thought he could control, there was still the space map that Yu Guo had lent him.

Perhaps only the unique existence of the space map could save itself under the current extremely special circumstances.

"Point the space map at myself!"

Tongguan, half-kneeling on the ground, still maintained the posture before stiffening, and this posture saved his life.

Because before he fell to the ground, his left hand was on his chest, which meant pointing at himself.