I also feel that although the current scene looks very scary, except for the strange wind just now, there is no accompanying Yin energy at all. It is indeed strange here. There are strange changes, but there is no Yin energy. This is probably not the case.
It's not a real space.
"Miaomiao, stay with Uncle Yan. Captain Liao, don't move for the time being. Wait for us to come over. I'll go rescue people first!"
Many people around have been caught by the shadows, and they have been tortured with tongue-pulling out, leg-sawing, frying pans or Lingchi, etc. They are about to have their accounts canceled on the spot...
Lang Hongyi and I rushed out separately...
Even if I'm not sure that the dagger in my hand can have an effect on those dark shadows that are constantly grabbing people, people still have to be saved. After all, I can't guarantee that if these people really enjoy the hospitality of the eighteenth level of hell,
Even if you don't die after the incident, will your brain still be normal?
The closest thing to my direction is a huge stone grinding plate. A student has been held by two black figures and stuffed into the hole in the middle. The two black figures below have already stood in the position of grinding.
I want to squeeze people into juice.
I ignored the two dark guys below and jumped directly onto the millstone. I stretched out my legs and kicked towards the black shadow. The expected feeling of force did not appear. My feet passed through the black shadow and landed directly on the millstone.
, I almost didn’t step on the face of the child in the hole.
I was also dodged, and the dagger in my hand was swung out. Those black figures actually knew how to dodge on their own when they saw the dagger. One of them was slower to dodge, and half of his body was cut by me from the middle.
Open, normally such an injury should dissipate immediately.
But just after it dispersed, not long after, it condensed and formed again a little further away.
Even if I can't kill him, I can at least force him to retreat. At least I have time to pull this scared guy out of his predicament. "Hurry up and get to Captain Liao!"
The black shadow behind stretched out its hand again, apparently wanting to leave me here and stuff it back into the hole. These things couldn't be killed, so I had no choice but to run first, avoid it nimbly, and run towards another place.
During the rescue process, the students who were caught were so frightened that they cried and rushed towards Team Liao after they were freed. With Uncle Yan there, they could at least guarantee safety.
The people Lang Hongyi rescued were also gathering there one after another. The black shadows around them caught up with them, stopped unexpectedly, and gradually surrounded them.
While I was working, I kept thinking in my mind that this place looked like the legendary eighteenth level of hell, and all the criminal laws were basically the same as those in the legend.
Even if those students were saved, the torture instruments were not empty, nor did they stop spinning. Many black shadows continued to appear, filling the vacancies in the torture positions above!
After everyone was rescued, Lang Hongyi and I also returned to the crowd. Uncle Yan asked me immediately, "Did you see anything?"
"This place seems to be deliberately imitating the eighteenth level of hell. To be honest, Qi Ji is locked up in the same space below. I saw it clearly just now."
Everyone is very clear about the relationship between Lu Pheasant and Qi Ji. You can understand it just by looking at Qi Ji's final fate.
Uncle Yan glanced at me a little surprised. Thinking of those miserable cries he heard before, he finally figured it out, "These eight achievements are built for Qi Ji. Lu Pheasant wants to be in the world and in his tomb."
The purpose of forcing Qi Ji under the eighteen levels of hell is to prevent her from ever being reincarnated."
What can I say now?
I can say that Lu Pheasant has succeeded. Qi Ji endures torture every day and is still alive. Today, more than two thousand years ago, she is still a human being!
So she couldn't die even if she wanted to, but she would never be reincarnated. She couldn't even reach the underworld, so how could she be reincarnated as a human again!
Lang Hongyi watched the black figures around him getting closer and closer, and asked anxiously, "What should I do with these things?"
"They are neither ghosts nor humans. They are neither souls nor souls. They cannot be killed and they can condense on their own. I feel that something is wrong from the beginning of the surrounding scenes. The previous banquet hall and the current eighteen levels of hell. I feel more
I tend to think that now is the real scene.”
"Real scene, do you doubt..."
"Yes, I just suspected that we were in an illusion. I still remember that when we first came to open the door, there was a gust of wind with a fishy smell. Then we saw the magnificent hall with splendid lamp walls. Then the scene changed, and here appeared
When there is darkness, there is another wind, and it still has the same smell."
Captain Liao is relatively calm. Although he doesn't know much about the Yin Yang industry, he has the clues in hand and his analysis has his own set of unique insights.
"Sanman is right. The luxurious scene I saw for the first time should be fake, but now the eighteen levels of hell are real. I think that after the smell appeared again, the first hallucination was resolved.
Adding the black shadows created by these matching scenes in reality is another layer of illusion!"
I quite agree with Captain Liao's statement, which is almost the same as what I thought. However, the students who were just grabbed by the shadow and pinned on the torture device did not agree, and protested loudly, "No, it's not like that.
They were very strong when they grabbed me, and they were cold and cold. They were ghosts. These are ghosts from hell. We have really entered the eighteenth level of hell!"
I rolled my eyes helplessly. These little babies are so rare and strange. This place is still the 18th level of hell. Who told him that the 18th level of hell is only such a small area. It is a separate space with no boundaries at all.
Where time and space are, the person being tortured is not just a little shadow.
If what they are seeing now is really the real eighteen levels of hell, these people might be able to see some familiar faces...
Professor Chen showed his proper magnanimity at this moment, and told the students around him with great concern, "Everyone, please be careful and don't get close to the black figures around you, and don't panic. These strange people invited by Captain Liao are very strange."
The Scholars Association will find a way to resolve the current predicament."
After these words, several of us looked at him. This old professor is now flattering us. Instead of saying that we are magicians, we directly say that we are strange people, which means bald people.
The lice are obvious. I hope we can solve the problem at hand quickly.
I didn't get serious with the professor. I just observed everything around me carefully, trying to find the key to passing the level. Since this is the eighteenth level of hell, if we want to completely resolve it, there must be one thing inside that we haven't noticed.
place.
Lang Hongyi and Uncle Yan were carefully guarding the dark figures surrounding us, while I focused on finding this key point. However, even if I searched carefully, in addition to various torture instruments,
There is absolutely nothing that does not belong here.
The situation gradually reached a deadlock, and those students who originally put their hope in us gradually lost their patience.
Crying, cursing, regretting... Many negative emotions appeared on them. I noticed that just when they started to complain, the black shadows around them would move forward and try to get closer, and even the blackness on their bodies became more solid.