Chapter 416: Unsolvable Monster

What is it like to fight 1v1 with yourself?

Zheng Xun can answer this question now.

Very bad.

There will be no worse thing in the world than this.

He has always been confident and never low-key, and his strength is indeed worthy of it.

But sooner or later, you will have to pay for what you have done. How arrogant he was at the beginning because of his strong strength, how badly he is beaten by himself who is equally strong now.

Yes. Even if the physical fitness and combat level of this shadow man are comparable to Zheng Xun, Zheng Xun has just experienced a battle with Meng Yijia and his physical strength has not yet recovered to normal.

But the shadow in front of him is different. It is at its peak.

What's more terrifying is that this guy is just a shadow, it doesn't feel tired at all!

"Do I owe this copy a debt?!"

Zheng Xun was chased by the shadow and ran around the room, fighting back and running away.

Although a wax figure exactly like him appeared during the simulation, it was a fake man made by another mold after all, and it was different from the original body.

The situation is completely different now.

The shadow and Zheng Xun can empathize. When Zheng Xun felt that his physical strength had recovered and his condition suddenly improved, the condition of the shadow also improved rapidly.

But when Zheng Xun's physical strength decreased, the opponent did not react at all, and still chased him energetically.

"This is so unfair!"

Zheng Xun shouted while running.

If he had to use his shadow as an opponent, why not synchronize the state? !

Isn't this just Chunchun creating an unsolvable monster based on him?

Wait...unsolvable monster!

Zheng Xun instantly understood what was going on. This exhibition hall was called "Shadow", and the rules repeatedly reminded players not to get close.

And when he was about to enter the exhibition hall, Dahei also jumped out to stop him.

If there were no unsolvable monsters, there would be no need to do everything possible to stop them.

I'm afraid Dahei was hurt by this guy.

Some things were destined when Zheng Xun accidentally fell into the Shadow Exhibition Hall. When he entered this exhibition hall, his shadow would become his enemy.

He couldn't kill his own shadow, but the shadow could kill him.

In other words, the unsolvable monster in the Shadow Exhibition Hall is not completely unsolvable. When he solves himself, the shadow will also disappear.

...Unsolvable monster.

The only existence in the White Tower dungeon that makes players helpless.

No matter how high-level weapons are used or how powerful the subordinates are, there is no way to deal with them.

This is the meat grinder that the White Tower puts in the dungeon. As long as the unlucky player appears in its attack range, there is almost no chance of survival.

Before, Zheng Xun could play hide-and-seek with the upside-down woman in the Happy Community.

Now the unsolvable monster is his own shadow.

How to hide.

Zheng Xun finally knew why this exhibition hall has nothing but illusory images.

In fact, no props are needed. The White Tower only needs to provide a fighting arena for players to be killed by their own shadows.

This is a desperate situation that Zheng Xun has never experienced before.

In this case, 1v1 is definitely not going to win, so Zheng Xun called Xiaoyin out again.

Sister Hong is still recovering. There is a Q-version avatar of her in the subordinate column. The little man is still flashing red, indicating that the subordinate is in a very bad state and is not suitable to leave the cloud space to participate in the battle.

Xiaoyin is a physical demon. After just a short rest, his physical strength has recovered to 90%.

"Zheng Xun Zheng Xun, you are looking for me to play again!"

Xiaoyin flew around Zheng Xun, and then he noticed that there was another shadow that looked exactly like Zheng Xun on the opposite side.

"Hey hey hey? Zheng Xun, there is a guy who looks like you here!"

"Xiaohua, it is my shadow, alive."

"Alive?!" Xiaoyin was still very excited, "Can my shadow do it too?"

"Don't say that..."

Before he could say the word "say", Zheng Xun and Xiaoyin watched a group of black shadows suddenly appear on the opposite side.

Huge, irregular edges, like a swollen marshmallow.

It was Xiaoyin's shadow.

"It's bad," Zheng Xun suddenly realized what a wrong decision he had made, "Isn't this creating another unsolvable monster for myself?!"

...

Meng Yijia covered the wound on his waist with his hand, walked slowly against the wall.

He was bleeding, and the blood kept dripping.

He finally walked to a place he thought was safe, leaned his back against the wall, and slowly slid down.

He took out the wound medicine from the cloud space and treated his wounds urgently.

Zheng Xun was really strong.

Before, he only saw his fierce offensive when fighting monsters on the screen. After the real fight, Meng Yijia found that Zheng Xun's terrifying thing was not only his extraordinary fighting talent.

His spiritual core was very stable, and the more life-and-death moments, the more amazing talents he could burst out, breaking through the upper limit again and again.

In the battle just now, Meng Yijia thought that his words could shake Zheng Xun. After all, from the information given to him by the company recently, Zheng Xun seemed to have psychological fluctuations because of discovering some truths.

He began to become silent and quiet, which was completely opposite to his previous extroverted personality.

The company thought this was the best time to break Zheng Xun's psychological defenses and decided to teleport him to the second world.

He was the most outstanding of the experimental subjects and had been ready to be teleported long ago, only waiting for the right time.

Now the time has come.

What he said to Zheng Xun was both true and false.

For example, the fact that Zheng Xun came to the Second World was a top secret, and he actually didn't know how he was sent to the Second World.

Before the wax museum, he had never seen Zheng Xun himself, and all the information about him came from videos and other text materials.

It is said that Zheng Xun had been in the Seventh Hospital, but that was just "said".

He just got the order from the top to go to the Second World and replace Zheng Xun's position.

They can arrange everything for him, and he only needs to enjoy the fame and fortune that should belong to Zheng Xun.

The copy of the wax museum is a test. Only by passing the test and getting the approval of the top can he get an extremely bright future.

So no matter what, even if he has to crawl, he has to crawl out of the copy alive.

Meng Yijia calmed down his heavy breathing. The wound was a little deep, and he didn't know if he could stop the bleeding.

He wiped the sweat from his eyelids and began to observe the surrounding environment.

This is a narrow corridor with no decorations and arrangements. It should not be for tourists to pass.

He used the prop card to forcefully break through the scene...

Did he accidentally fall here?

Meng Yijia had seen the floor plan of the wax museum many times beforehand, and he had no impression of this road.

But he always felt a little uneasy.

It would be better to leave as soon as possible.

He held the wall with both hands, propped up his body, and walked towards the end of the corridor with difficulty.

There was moonlight outside the French window, and the holy white light cast his shadow on the wall.

At this time, behind him, there was suddenly a figure.

The man's shadow was very high and stretched out.

He followed behind Meng Yijia slowly, without making any footsteps.

Meng Yijia felt a chill on his back, and he realized that something was wrong and turned back.

The sharp dagger pierced his heart, and the whole process was quick and decisive.

Meng Yijia opened his eyes wide, and his throat made a hoarse sound.

His hands were covered with blood, which he accidentally stained when he stopped bleeding himself.

He stretched out his right hand and grabbed the suit of the man in front of him with his fingers.

The suit fabric was soft, and the blood soaked the black suit.

"My..."

Meng Yijia's last words were just these two words.

What he wanted to say at this moment was fame, wealth, or a bubble-like illusory future.

No one would know, and no one would care anymore.