"Xilan, is the ritual vessel you applied to carry reliable?" Fan Ning asked uneasily.
He stared unblinkingly at the "alert record" which seemed to be boiling with a large number of bubbles.
With extraordinary factors and signs of life... satisfying these two factors at the same time? This revelation is no joke!
"After I took it out from the basement of the Guidance School and activated it, I tested it a few times on the spot and it was accurate. The number of bubbles that popped up was the number of me and several members around me... Even the positions of the members were barely consistent with it.
The relative distance of the bubbles at the center of the circle.”
Fan Ning thought for a while and asked a key question: "So...how far is the display range?"
"Maybe a radius of more than ten meters?" Sheeran tilted his head and recalled, "...it's not very far. Therefore, in a vast ground operation, the role of this ritual weapon is limited, but it is suitable for this type of ancient underground ruins.
explore."
Fan Ning seemed to be relieved: "It seems that its accuracy is not stable. From the spiritual sense, the sound sources of those sounds are definitely more than ten meters away, and they may not be in the alchemist research site on this floor... This record
The extra bubbles should have nothing to do with the sound."
"Caron, I seemed to be dazzled just now?" Joan said.
"how?"
"...I seem to see the paint twisting in that area." She stretched out her little finger and pointed at a certain spot on the wall of the room.
"Your inspiration is also too high." Fan Ning's face was not very good, "I have felt dazzled several times before, just don't think too much."
He pulled out the crowbar from behind and swung it quickly against the wall, scraping away a small amount of hardened paint: "Pick a little and put it in the sealing bag. Don't touch it with your hands. Remember to bring tweezers, and then we will evacuate here quickly... Although
The revelation of 'Alert Record' may not be accurate, but those few distant sounds were real."
Qiong Yiyan squatted down, and after she opened her backpack, Fan Ning took advantage of these ten seconds to lower his head and reached out to gently open the title page of the "Oakgon Codex".
His thirst for knowledge told Fan Ning that there might be some hidden knowledge in the Oakgun Manuscript that could answer his questions, but his reason reminded him of the risks of rashly approaching hidden knowledge. He decided to just glance at the table of contents first, which would reveal the contents of each volume.
What is the content roughly?
"The War of Persuasion", "Investigation of the Great Palace's Deeds", "Theory on the Ascension of Chariots to Heaven", "Holy Spring Tantra", "Records of Observations on the Transformation of the Human Body"..."
Codex means that this is a collection of earlier historical documents compiled, transcribed and annotated by Okegang. Fan Ning read the titles of these volumes and vaguely felt that this was a group of little-known people with high status.
occult texts.
If you want to learn substantial gains from it, you need to study carefully day and night. Obviously, now is not a suitable time.
While Qiong was encapsulating the paint, Fan Ning picked up the heavy booklet and put it directly into his backpack.
"Let's go." Fan Ning just uttered a word, but his and Xilan's eyes saw a sentence.
It was an ancient Hoffman saying written in dark green paint that I saw on the table after the book was removed: "My face is His face, and His image is my image."
"Benjamin said it?" "Oxagon wrote it?" they both said at the same time.
Fan Ning, who had not taken this sentence seriously before, couldn't help but think about it carefully.
The literal meaning is to use your own face or image to draw the face or image of a certain being?
Could it be that the "Fountain in the Painting", the sacred object of the Alchemist Guild or the Harmony School, is a witness?
Joan, who stood up with both hands holding the straps of her backpack, immediately saw that sentence. After a quick and tortuous association, her voice trembled: "Caron, Sheeran..."
"Do you think the paint we saw along the way was made of living people?..."
As soon as these words were spoken, the three of them looked at the red, blue, green and purple colors that were splattered all over the wall, and then recalled the scenes they had seen before that looked like the remains of a weird sacrifice, and their legs almost became paralyzed with fear.
Fan Ning felt that there was a strange distortion in front of his eyes, and the whole room seemed to be flashing with green light. After taking a few deep breaths, he held their arms with both hands: "Why are you still standing there, hurry up and leave.
"
"Bang Dang——" "Bang Dang——" "Bang Dang——"
The sound came again from somewhere some distance away.
The two girls walked out quickly, with Fan Ning stepping up behind them. A series of strange noises made them move faster and faster.
First running at a trot, then running, first rushing into a certain room, and then staggering towards the door on the other side, smashing the weird things in the room into pieces in the darkness.
Just as the three of them ran to the beginning of the outer circular corridor and were about to approach the collapsed stone stairwell on the "gallery" side——
There was another "clang" sound, and the huge picture frame with colorful "abstract paintings" on both sides suddenly fell off and fell straight to the ground.
The red, blue, green, and purple pigments began to squirm and grow, wrapping around the wooden frame, pulling it along with it, twisting slightly on the ground, making a crunching sound.
What's even more creepy is that I don't know if it's an illusion or reality, but the sound of the picture frame seems to be mixed with something else.
It was a hoarse shout like a human voice. The voice could not distinguish between male and female. It was shaking for a long time and was vaguely mixed with some inhuman high-pitched and sharp sound. It was like a group of people enjoying some ancient
The process of the weird sacrificial experience is the same, extremely painful, but also sounds full of excitement and excitement.
Fanning and Sheeran's first reaction was to draw their guns, load them, and aim, but their outstretched arms were shaking blankly.
…Where should I aim?
…Can this thing be killed?
…is it a living thing?
Fan Ning thought that he was extremely calm every time he faced a battle with a knowledgeable person, but at this moment, he suddenly remembered a sentence he often heard in his previous life: Terror that can be attributed to insufficient firepower is not terror.
He took a step forward and stood in front of the two girls, but his forehead, palms, back, and soles began to sweat.
The confrontation at this moment was very embarrassing. The place where I was standing, the stone steps back to the "gallery" area, and the place where the two picture frames fell, happened to be on each of the three forks of the road.
If you want to retreat along the original path, you will inevitably move forward to close the distance between you and the two altered frames.
Before Fan Ning could make a decision, the squirming paint suddenly split into a meandering bright viscous liquid, dragging the frame and flowing directly towards the three of them!
"Bang bang bang -" Sheeran couldn't help but fired several shots at the ground. Her shooting skills were very accurate. Each bullet hit the paint, and the colorful liquid splashed everywhere for a while, but she didn't know what it was for.
Fanning retracted his pistol, and the moment he pulled out the crowbar from behind, the metal head at the front was already as hot as Sheeran's barrel.
He slashed hard, and a green stream of light streaked through the darkness, splitting open the pool of slurry rushing towards him. The feel was exactly the same as when he shoveled paint before. Colorful colors splashed all over the ground, and the front end of the crowbar was also stained a lot.
After swinging the stick, Fan Ning and the two people behind him took a few steps back, but before they could make the next reaction, the two pools of liquid suddenly turned around and dragged the picture frame crunching towards the other side of the three-way road.
At one end, it flows in the direction of the stone steps leading to the lower "gallery" area.
A long series of winding and colorful stains were left on the ground.
"...This doesn't seem to be a living thing, but why is it moving?" Several people felt strangely confused in their hearts.
It was during these few seconds that they were stunned and heard a lot of noise coming from behind where they had just run all the way!
Not only was there the sound of a lot of wooden shelves crackling, but Fan Ning seemed to also hear objects like bottles, cans, and plaster blocks falling to the ground - especially the latter. When he thought about it carefully, the only thing he had seen before was
Plaster objects are those weird statues or models!
I looked back and saw that in the dim corridor, I couldn't see anything clearly except for the faint green light that came from nowhere. I just felt that there were countless nightmarish things coming toward me in places that my vision had never reached.
"Run out first." Several people hurriedly ran away, following their memories and choosing the stone door they came from. But as soon as they pushed it open, they were frightened by the scene in front of them.
The air was filled with the irritating stench of the previous sink. On the stone steps extending downward, various thick columnar paints poured out like toothpaste. Countless roars and shouts were mixed with pain and excitement.
There are layers of echoes forming in this space!
"I remember that the collapse of the second stone gate on the right is only slightly worse than this road. It should be barely passable."
After Xilan quickly recalled, the three of them continued to turn around and run away.
In five seconds, when the three of them stumbled to the stone door, they saw only the middle door crack, the upper and lower door cracks, the raised eyeball decoration and the damaged holes... all of them were squeezing out paint, and a crowd of people had gathered on the ground.
The stalls are constantly squirming and rising.
"What should I do? It seems that the entire connection is like this and we can't go back to the gallery." Qiong's face looked ugly.
"Look for any other exits on this floor." Fan Ning pulled the two of them back.
"Change the direction, there are a lot of things ahead!" After turning an intersection quickly, Xilan exclaimed. She saw a pile of plaster statues that had cracked on the ground in the dim front, dragging their broken bodies toward the crowd.
.
"Where is the thing?" Fan Ning asked confused.
Xilan bowed up somewhat uncomfortably and rubbed his eyes vigorously.
"Really, it looks like a bunch of dolls and models." Fan Ning bit his lip.
He saw several doors in the corridor ahead creaking open, and a dozen dolls, specimens and plaster models with various stains on their surfaces came out.
"Is it an illusion?" Fan Ning guessed in a daze, but in the next second, the door of the room behind him popped open, and a humanoid doll hung by an unknown thread floated over like a ghost.
It was a head taller than Fan Ning, its body was stained with paint, its head with a weird smile split open, revealing a row of illusory and dense teeth, and it bit Fan Ning's neck fiercely!
"Click!——"
Fan Ning couldn't avoid it, so he just turned around slightly at the last moment, and Sheeran stopped the doll's attack. Finally, a row of dense and deep impressions appeared on the upper part of his shoulder, and blood gurgled out.
, half of the clothes were dyed red in an instant.
The severe pain instantly made him stagger. The next moment, Sheeran's bullets had poured into the doll, making it stiff. The next moment, the temperature exchange and retrograde motion caused the doll to be instantly charred, then explode and burn to black.
scum.
Qiong stood on tiptoes and reached out to touch Fan Ning's neck and shoulders.
"The wound is too deep and cannot be completely healed." Her little hand quickly slid down from Fan Ning's shoulder to his arm. The original position was intact, but there was a row of fine holes on his arm, and a large amount of capillary blood seeped out.
...It's not an illusion. Fan Ning stared at the dolls, specimens and plaster statues that were constantly crawling out from both sides, holding the recreated "Scorching Sun Guide" and slowly spit out an ancient Janus word.
"bright!"
Mysterious golden lines of light erupted from the metal sheet.
Sunlight shines in through the windows, making the entire corridor bright and warm, with rippling warmth.
Hundreds of threads of inspiration were thrown forward, instantly demarcating various parts of the group of objects. The other end of the inspiration passed through the door and window, pierced through the rocks, pointed directly at a scorching ancient existence high in the sky, and pulled each other.
!
Ahead there was first a burst of flames, and then a sea of flaming flames.
"Where are the ashes? Why are there no ashes?" After the flames extinguished, Fan Ning stopped the temperature exchange and looked at the corridor ahead in disbelief.
Under the bright sunshine, there was nothing in front of me, except for the large amount of black smoke marks remaining on the masonry walls.
...What is reality and what is illusion? Fan Ning shook his head vigorously, then stared at the wound on his arm.
Real blood stained his sleeves red, and real burning pain hit him one after another.
Overlapping layers of terrifying roars came from the other side. Several people looked back, and their vests were instantly soaked with cold sweat. Under the bright light, they saw a large group of colorful "paint balls" that almost blocked the entire corridor.
Cross-section, countless raised lumps are crawling on its surface, and various objects such as picture frames, plasters, dolls and specimens are wrapped and tumbling among them.
Several people subconsciously took a few steps back. Fan Ning, whose face changed drastically, once again uttered the word "bright". Taking advantage of the echo of the "scorching sun guidance", he once again invited the "Unfallen Fire".
of invisible power.
Those shouts mixed with pain and excitement became extremely loud.
The outer layer of the "paint ball" became burnt black, and the lumps turned into ashes and fell off, but in the blink of an eye, it was iterated by the slurry rolled out from the inside. Fan Ning consumed more than half of his inspiration, but it did not hinder the development of this terrifying existence at all.
speed.
"Run." He decisively pulled the two of them up and turned around to escape again, preparing to find an exit on this floor.
"Clang-" "Crack--" "Crack--"
At this moment, more intensive sounds came from the other end of the corridor.
The picture frame fell, the paint squirmed, the statue hit the ground, the doll slipped out, all the doors in the corridor popped open, and piles of weird objects poured out, crawling towards the three of them!
And the giant, deformed "paint ball" in the original direction was less than five meters away from us in the blink of an eye!