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They kept retreating in the corner.

The moment his heel touched the ground, he was already behind the mottled cement ground of the community. The midday sun was dazzling, but the shadow that followed him carried the chill of winter, making everyone who saw it shiver.

An Ling gritted her teeth and followed at the back. She was just a girl, and her braids flew wildly as she ran. Her back was already soaked with sweat. But in this extremely urgent moment, she managed to catch up with the two figures in front and behind.

On the contrary, the two policemen, firstly, did not know why the little girl was chasing after him, and secondly, they were too far away, and their vision of the ghost child was often blocked by something, causing their memory to disappear in an instant.

So when they continued the chase, they had a vague feeling that they should continue, but they really didn't know why they should.

So they chased and chased, their pace slowing until they finally stopped, looking at each other in bewilderment. One of them tried to speak, opened his mouth, but found himself unable to utter a single word.

Currently, the ghost child is still chasing after Xiangyu relentlessly.

Two figures weaved through the buildings, running backwards in a corner, yet their feet moved incredibly fast, using flower beds, steps of unit doors, and sheets hanging low to the ground to flash and turn.

It must be said that Agility E+ allows him to run backwards at a speed exceeding that of most ordinary people, which is why he seems to be able to handle the ghost children with ease.

But Xiang Yu's expression was anything but relaxed, because the child's speed was clearly gradually increasing.

When it first caught up, it really only had the wobbly steps of a three-year-old child, but an adult could easily leave it far behind if they were to focus for a moment.

But after a minute, it would be very difficult to shake off the other person at the speed of an ordinary person, but it was still very easy for Xiang Yu.

By the third minute, Xiang Yu clearly felt that the frequency of those small feet slapping the ground was getting closer and closer to him.

If this continues, he too will be caught up in a few minutes.

What should I do?

The most crucial point now is whether I have any way to truly solve this problem!

……Mirror.

Yes, a mirror!

The diary reminded me that a mirror could be the solution to this strange situation.

But here's the problem: where can I get a mirror now?

Xiang Yu kept his eyes on the ghost child while racking his brains for a solution.

Just then—

"Brother Xiang! Over here—!"

Anling screamed hoarsely behind the ghost child. She was exhausted from running, one hand supporting her aching back, while the other hand was raised high, clutching a small round mirror the size of her palm, its surface flashing a dazzling light in the sunlight.

Xiang Yu's eyes lit up when he saw the small round mirror in An Ling's hand, and he quickly shouted, "Hurry up and throw it over here... Didn't you say before that your house only had a mirror in the bathroom?!"

"...I forgot I had one in my bag!" An Ling said, a little embarrassed, her voice trembling. "My deskmate gave it to me...a lot of girls in the class have one!"

Xiang Yu recalled her high school days, and it seemed that every girl really did have a small mirror.

However, he never expected that this tradition would exist in this era...

There was no time to think.

Anling used all her strength to throw the small mirror with all her might.

The mirror left my hand, tracing a graceful arc in the air. Its surface flipped, capturing the entire sky, the entire cluster of buildings, and the whole midday scene, frame by frame, and then gradually spilling the image out...

At the end of that arc was the hand reaching out to the corner.

Nearly.

closer.

Xiangyu's fingertips had already touched that glittering light.

But in that instant, the ghost child seemed to read his mind completely.

It leaped suddenly.

The pale little hand precisely intercepted the mirror in mid-air, and then, without hesitation, slammed it hard onto the ground.

"Snap—"

With a crisp sound, it shattered into countless fragments.

"...It's over!"

Anling was startled. She had thought that this ghost child wouldn't do anything unrelated to the game.

This was also unexpected.

Worse still, the instant the mirror shattered, he clearly felt that the ghost child's speed suddenly increased even further.

You can't shake them off.

Xiang Yu sneered inwardly, "Fine."

"...Anling, does your county town have a moat?!"

"The moat...yes! It's to the west!"

"How far?!"

"It must be about a kilometer long!"

One kilometer...

We can take a gamble.

You can't win a bet by just running backwards.

The thought of turning down had barely left his mind when he was already up.

He dashed to the base of the apartment building, used the wall to push off a few steps, and leaped into the air, his ten fingers like hooks, gripping the eaves of a second-floor apartment's balcony.

The ghost child relentlessly pursued it. Ghosts cannot be killed by falls, so it had no scruples. Its movements were even wilder than Xiang Yu's, like a black mist that had come to life, it flipped up the wall.

Xiangyu swung on the eaves, his body flying backward, weaving back and forth among the densely packed residential buildings, like a fish swimming into a canyon.

accelerate.

Anling could no longer catch up.

But she didn't stop. She looked up at the figure soaring through the air, so engrossed that she forgot to breathe.

Xiang Yu repeatedly used the balconies of the two buildings for leverage, moving between the second and third floors. His body moved nimbly between the windowsill and the security bars, so agile that it seemed unreal, as if someone had brought the protagonist of an action movie into reality.

"Brother Xiang!!!" An Ling was terrified. At this height, if she slipped even slightly, the consequences would be unimaginable!

But Xiang Yu showed no fear in his eyes at this moment, and his pace continued to increase.

If you can't beat your opponent in terms of running speed alone, then take height into account too!

Xiang Yu appeared and disappeared at various points on the building, then slid away along the clotheslines strung between the buildings. An Ling could see all of this clearly from the ground, but what she couldn't understand was that she still couldn't catch up with Xiang Yu in this up-and-down flying manner.

Her chest heaved with breathlessness, and she decided to ignore the devilish child, focusing instead on Xiang Yu's figure.

"Forget it, forget it," she thought.

I just need to keep an eye on Brother Xiang.

"Brother Xiang, the moat is to your left!"

Anling shouted.

"good!"

Xiang Yu glanced at the roof of the residential building next to him. The two buildings were close together, but the distance between them was at least seven meters.

Seven meters...

The world record for long jump is only 8.95 meters.

The streets were bustling at noon. Several passersby covered their foreheads and looked up, gazing dazedly at the figure that had suddenly appeared on the rooftop.

But now is not the time to hesitate!

His speed was still increasing!

The demon child's ferocious face was now two meters in front of Xiang Yu, as if he could turn Xiang Yu into bones with just a wave of his hand.

But Xiang Yu smiled.

He suddenly leaped backward.

At this moment, the street below the residential building was bustling with activity. Under the midday sun, several people shielded their eyes from the sun and looked up at a figure that appeared on the roof with some confusion.

In that instant, sunlight streamed down from his side, casting a dazzling golden edge on his soaring silhouette.

He rose from the dense cluster of buildings, his clothes fluttering, like a scene from a movie.

Behind that figure, a sinister and cold black mist was chasing after it.

One light and one dark.

"That is..."

Several passersby downstairs craned their necks, staring blankly at the figure soaring seven meters through the air. After a long while, someone finally managed to utter a sound:

"Holy crap, Jackie Chan?"