At the end of the corridor is a dark basement with only an old iron bed and a desk full of drafts.
There was only a thin quilt on the iron bed, and there were a few patched holes on the light gray quilt. What really aroused Pan Yue's interest were the drafts scattered on the desk.
There is no dust on the top few manuscript papers, while the manuscript papers stacked below are becoming more and more yellow in sequence, which further confirms Pan Yue's conjecture-someone often comes here to conduct some mysterious research, maybe insisting on it.
For several years, more than ten years, it can even be traced back to the beginning of the formation of Mist City.
He picked up a draft at random. In addition to the weird symbols that were the same as the handwriting on the wall, it was also densely covered with obscure words.
The handwriting is sometimes neat and sometimes messy, but judging from the writing habits, all the information left here is from the same person.
"A glimpse into the eye of the Lord...an unbearable inspiration...the day of judgment..."
Just when Pan Yue had no clue about this information, two familiar names stunned him.
"Pan Yue...Zhao Quxie..."
"Demigod bloodline..."
It has only been less than ten days since I came to this world, but I may have been studied by others for more than twenty years.
A biting chill instantly surged into Pan Yue's heart. This kind of fear was far more shocking than the visual impact brought to him by the White Walkers. He thought of Hua Tianming's gloomy and deep eyes, as if he had been there since the moment he stepped into the circle of light.
I have always been secretly monitored by these eyes.
The emotions accumulated in the past few days exploded at this moment. He roared and vented his grievances and anger in this small basement, and frantically swept the pile of papers in front of him to the ground.
There are not many drafts left on the table, and all the rest have long since turned yellow and dried up. Judging from the color, they are as old as the manuscripts left by Zhao Qingquan, the "man with high ambitions", in his hut in Huguang Village.
Suddenly, Pan Yue's eyes caught a glimpse of a note. Judging from the brand-new color and ink, it can be concluded that it appeared here recently.
He couldn't help but pick up the note, and there was a strange pattern at the top.
The pattern is very similar to that of the church ceiling, except that the one in front of you is simpler: a circle tightly wrapping a rectangle composed of a dotted line and three straight lines.
The handwriting below the pattern is neat and neat, as if the owner of this basement was very sober when he wrote this.
"My Lord is coming, the day of judgment is coming."
The note was like a trap deliberately placed here, waiting for Pan Yue to discover it when he was at his craziest and least prepared.
In an instant, the powerful dark energy attached to the note poured into Pan Yue's body, and the previous feeling of weakness was replaced by a surge of power. Countless black magics were engraved into his mind at this moment.
"As an archbishop, I will bless the Holy Son on behalf of the Lord."
Pan Yue knelt on the ground holding his head in pain, trying his best to forget the evil magic, but it was like a curse that tightly wrapped around Pan Yue's consciousness, and no matter how hard he tried, he could not get rid of it.
The basement was slowly ignited by the powerful surge of energy in his body. The black fire snake mercilessly devoured the iron bed, desk, and drafts. Pan Yue allowed fate to mock and manipulate him in the sea of fire, numbly looking at what was before him.
Everything turned to ashes.
"The time has come for the stars to return to their alignment..."
The fire spread outwards accompanied by gibbering, and Pan Yue quickly got up and ran along the long and narrow corridor while she still had a glimmer of consciousness.
"The past is gone...the end is coming..."
It wasn't until the door of the church was pushed open, the air mixed with the stale smell poured into Pan Yue's nasal cavity, and the rationality gradually drove away the maddening murmurs in his mind that he felt that he had returned to the human world again.
The whole church was wrapped in raging fire behind him and smelled of burning. Pan Yue no longer wanted to stay in this weird place, so she randomly chose a reverse direction and walked into the fog in confusion.
He walked forward alone for dozens of minutes. He didn't even feel the mental fluctuations of the White Walkers along the way, let alone the separated explorers and bodyguards. But this rare silence actually made him calm down and start thinking.
A question that has been ignored before.
Why does Zhao Quxie's name also appear on Hua Tianming's draft?
Thinking of this, he suddenly regretted not taking the draft out of the fire. Now that all the clues had been burned, there was no way to start the investigation.
Although the dark energy in his body was abnormally abundant at the moment, Pan Yue decided not to use black magic again even to the death. No matter what Hua Tianming's conspiracy was, she would not let him succeed.
He frowned and stepped across the steps in front of him. There were withered trees and dusty flower beds everywhere. It looked like it had once been a park.
Suddenly, he vaguely saw a figure sitting on the ground in front of him. His black hair and light blue robe made him excited.
"Who is there? Is it someone from the bodyguard team?"
The other person didn't respond, just lowered his head, as motionless as a bronze statue. Pan Yue walked quickly to him and recognized the person in front of him.
To be precise, it's a corpse.
He was one of the few people hired by the explorer at the market. He had already stopped breathing, and his face looked as dry as if he had been dead for many years.
His mouth opened in an extremely exaggerated manner, and his eyes were gouged out by something sharp, leaving only two holes filled with blood. His hands were raised stiffly by his ears, as if he wanted to stop some terrible sound.
"I c!"
Pan Yue couldn't help but screamed and took a few steps back. At the same time, she felt a powerful and evil mental wave rapidly approaching her from another dimension.
Immediately afterwards, a sharp buzzing sounded in his ears. Different from the murmurs that tortured his mind, although this buzzing also came from another plane, it pierced Pan Yue's eardrums extremely simply and roughly.
"Well......."
Pan Yue covered his ears, but the harsh buzzing sound did not diminish at all. Just when he was about to cry out in pain, several thick branches suddenly rose from the ground, firmly holding his body and mouth in place. The flower bed next to him
A small animal jumped out of it and made a squeaking sound.
In an instant, the buzzer disappeared, and at the same time a white figure appeared in the sky.
Its appearance is somewhat similar to that of humans, but its body and limbs are extremely slender. When it turned around to find the source of the sound, Pan Yue's whole body trembled like an electric shock.
It was a head as smooth as a goose egg, with an indescribably pale face that Pan Yue had never seen before. It had no eyes or mouth, and its oval face had only two small holes close together, from which a spit spit out
It smells like a rotting corpse.
The monster slowly approached Pan Yue, sniffing greedily for the scent of its prey, and its slender arms were about to touch Pan Yue.
"Zhizhizhi——"
The small animal suddenly screamed and ran into the distance. The monster shuttled in front of the prey at an extremely fast speed and stretched out its hand to pin it to the ground.
Click.
It was definitely not the sound of being inserted into a soft body, but more like a machine being destroyed, and then the prey made a sizzling sound like an electric leak, which made Pan Yue convinced that someone was using simulated animals to attract attention for him.
The monster lay on the ground and put its terrifying face close to the simulated animal. A faint gray light flowed into the monster's nostrils from the damaged machine, and the machine instantly turned into a puddle of molten iron. This chapter has been completed!