Chapter 45 Reconfirm that the door is closed (4K two-in-one)
The echo of light released by "Guiding the Sun" is still flowing in the corridor, and the bright sunlight shines on the weird picture frames, statues and dolls, showing a ferocious and bright color.
Wherever Fan Ning could see, another ball of flames rose up. After the crackling sound, the strange object crawling in front disappeared without a trace again, leaving only a smoky blackness on the ground.
Even in an ordinary spiritual state, he can already use "temperature retrograde" to gradually heat up objects without resorting to existing heat sources, but the efficiency is far from meeting the needs of such an emergency. Only in the echo of light,
Only by spiritually sensing part of the sun's temperature as an exchange heat source can such rapid, violent and large-scale deflagration be achieved.
The three of them finally had a chance to breathe. After getting a little closer to the deformed "paint balls" surging behind them, the curse mark in Qiong's hand turned into purple dust and fell. Then she grabbed the other two people and smashed them against the wall.
go.
The masonry on the wall rippled like water, and my body was submerged into it one after another.
Because Fan Ning's astral body still carries a sense of dissonance, the room separated by a wall seems quite bright, but there seems to be a strange green color mixed in the light.
"That's the door." Several people's eyes quickly locked onto the next exit, and when they were about to flee, there was a clear sound of shattering glass, and in the long cabinet at Fan Ning's feet, a deformed humanoid specimen sat upright.
Got up and hugged his legs.
Demarcating the space, exploring the sun, and pulling each other, the foul smell of burning wafted out, and the specimen quickly turned into charcoal. Fan Ning swung down the crowbar in his hand and split the deformed corpse into two pieces.
A burnt arm with more than twenty fingers was still holding Fan Ning's thigh.
After just a few seconds of delay, the three of them had already seen colorful and bright paint spilling out from the cracks in the door and the corners of the ceiling at the other end of the room like latte art. Obviously, there was no need to see what was happening outside the door.
"This way." In a hurry, Qiong pulled the three of them and fell towards a wall again.
Harsh yet joyful human voices roared, and the red, blue, purple, and black paints squirmed on the ground dragging a dozen stacked picture frames.
The retardation effect and temperature exchange occurred at the same time. The crowbar in Fan Ning's hand was smashed down wildly, sawdust flew into the air, and the burnt black pigment cakes were split everywhere.
The three of them fled. After passing through another wall, Fan Ning saw that the terrifying "paint ball" almost filled the entire room. The side close to his nose quickly sunk in, revealing a deep hole.
Bottomed black hole.
Joan screamed in fright, grabbed the vests of the two of them, and fell back to the previous room.
However, it has become like a leaky bag, and wherever there are gaps, paint is constantly being squeezed out.
Change sides and continue crossing.
The echo of light in Fan Ning's spirituality has disappeared, and the underground building has returned to darkness, mixed with a hint of strange green.
So in the following time, the three people rushed through the wall in a panic, but they were forced to escape within a few seconds after landing. In a daze, they discovered that almost all the objects in this underground building came to life, and
The paint balls overflowing from the "gallery" on the lower floor are still growing rapidly, filling one house after another, making the space for escape smaller and smaller.
Qiong, who had consumed the most inspiration, was now as pale as a sheet of paper. Fan Ning and Sheeran continued to use temperature exchange and slow process, and their condition was already very bad.
Purple light burst out, and the three of them once again emerged from the rippled wall.
Fan Ning found that the door was at hand, and he closed it tightly with a bang. Then the three of them, all soaked, squatted down, breathing heavily.
"The paint on the wall is missing?" Fan Ning wiped the sweat from his face and looked around while breathing hard.
Futons were scattered on the floor, with an inexplicable hemispherical "boiler" in the middle. There were shredded papers, ink bottles and quills piled on the desk in the corner of the room. The rusty copper wire that I had previously removed from the book was still vaguely visible in the dimness.
This is the big room that was once filled with paint.
Unexpectedly, everyone panicked and fled back here again, but now all the walls were empty.
"I remember there were some strange specimens and instruments on the table before, but they seem to have disappeared too."
"Maybe he survived and ran away?"
Xilan and Qiong both held their chests and spoke out of breath.
In just a few seconds of talking, dense paint began to slowly flow out from the crack in the door that Fan Ning had closed tightly.
Seeing this scene, Qiong gritted her teeth and struggled to stand up, first holding Sheeran's hand, and then preparing to pull Fanning.
"Wait a minute." Xilan held Qiong in his arms, "The texture of this room seems to be good, quite tight."
Fan Ning's eyes lit up when he heard this: "Yes, try the 'Consecration Curtain'!"
Joan quickly took out the ritual utensils that Sheeran had entrusted to her for safekeeping from the black box.
Before, no one could use it at all, because paint was leaking from all rooms, the flat curtain walls it created could not block all, and no one could find a way to activate it.
"I'll do it." Fan Ning said, "You consume too much."
"But I am studying the 'Key', and the effect will be better." Qiong shook her head.
"You forgot, I have also understood the 'key'." Fan Ning stretched out his hand and took the bundle of lavender scrolls.
"Boundaries are the skin of the world, and invisible things also have limitations." He spat out a secret message in Tulungarian language to invite the invisible power of the "Tower Builder".
The scroll was lifted up and the canvas was unfolded. At that moment, the three of them could see the amorphous pattern on it. First, there were changing and rotating gold and stones, silver shavings and mercury paste flashing before their eyes, and then they seemed to turn into purple-gold gem lamps or hooks.
After connecting the fractal petals, the last thing you see is a tower-shaped pattern with cracks, and there is a faint flash of electric light in between.
“…He promises never to look at me, He promises never to teach me, He promises never to seek me, but I will understand what shapes me, what I shape, what divides me, what I divide
, what is far away from me, what am I far away from..."
An invisible boundary wall began to form on the plane of the door. Since it had not been completely sealed, colorful slurry began to overflow from the corners under excessive squeezing.
Fan Ning felt a throbbing pain on the back of his head. He bit his lip and continued to recite: "...just because He will always exist in the history of shaping and fractal history. In those great processes, I will continue to watch the lightning-like inspiration or
Bloom like a spark, or wither like rags..."
After reciting the secret transmission, Fan Ning quickly closed the bundle of scrolls on time.
There was a crackling sound, the door was torn apart, and the fragments were instantly rolled into the deformed "paint ball" and disappeared.
The colorful paints failed to go any further. They touched the non-existent surface, just like a human face pressed against the glass. The raised and fine bumps were squeezed into a flat surface, and the cries of pain and excitement were mixed through the distorted texture.
, making the room buzz.
Fan Ning slammed the crowbar in his hand again, and the cyan light jumped in the dim light, smashing the paint that had penetrated before.
...Finally, it was temporarily blocked. The three of them bowed their waists, put their hands on their knees and let out a long sigh of relief.
"How long can I keep this ritual vessel?" Fan Ning asked.
"In the past activation records, the longest was 90 minutes and 16 seconds, and the shortest was 21 minutes and 6 seconds," Sheeran said.
"Okay... at least we have twenty minutes. This is too short, barely enough to think, but it is better than the moment of escape when I couldn't say a word." Fan Ning began to pace back and forth in the room, "... Speaking of which, this room
Why is it so tight that the all-pervasive paint outside can't seep in from outside the door? Joan, can you take a look at the condition of the other walls? Is there any condition that has not deteriorated enough for us to escape?
noodle?"
Qiong quickly took out another curse seal and began to poke her head inside one by one to check the other three walls.
When she lifted her face out of the last wall, there was a trace of worry on her face: "Caron...these three sides are covered with rocks and soil. This room has reached the edge of the underground building. Even if we can pass through the wall,
, and there is no way to get out of the mountain..."
Fan Ning's expression changed when he heard this.
Are we just trapped here to death?
"Isn't that right?" He suddenly pointed to a place inside, "You said there are rocks on three sides, so why is there a door here?"
The two girls followed his gaze and saw that in the other corner opposite to the desk, there was indeed an inconspicuous small stone door.
It looks a little awkward, not because of the shape - everyone is used to the decorative style with anthropomorphic associations that can be seen everywhere in this underground building - but the awkward thing is the location.
Imagine a square room. The door must be opened to the middle of a certain wall. Even if it is not in the middle, it is not placed on the rightmost edge. Especially now with this weird opening method, the three of them feel that the edge of the door
They have almost turned at a right angle and are on the other side of the wall.
Fan Ning asked: "I just stayed in this room for a long time, did you find this door?"
The two girls shook their heads blankly, and Qiong said: "The attention was attracted too much at that time... There are too many weird things in this house, the 'big pot' in the middle, the futons on the floor, and the weird instruments and specimens on the desk.
, the document "Ocgogon Codex"... By the way, there is also the weirdest wall-to-wall paint, it should be ranked first..."
"By the way, the wall is full of paint..." Qiong's long words reminded Fan Ning.
There is a simple and crude but convincing explanation: maybe there was paint everywhere, and it was too thick.
Now that the wall has become bare, it is natural to see this inconspicuous stone door.
He came closer and tried to push.
It is not too heavy, and the stone door has sufficient lubrication in the grooves on the ground. If you apply more force, it should be able to be pushed open slowly. However, he stopped, because there was a piece hanging on the raised eyeball decoration.
A small wooden picture frame.
The three people's flashlights have all run out of battery, but there are still a lot of tallow candles in their backpacks.
He took out one and lit it. Under the weak light, a large section of ant-like small characters came into view.
These small characters are all in Tulungarian, and the content is like a hymn sung by people in a state of intoxication or ecstasy. In some places, they are repeatedly marked with excited lines until it is difficult to see clearly. In some places, they are filled with a lot of unknown words.
The complex content of the cloud seems to be just empty words piled up to maintain a certain "emotional state", and there are also traces of stiff splicing in some places.
"When a person wants to see the Holy Fountain, he must ██ and show Him the two seals... He must shout to Him █33 times in the ██ way, and he must remember that if more than
If this number is exceeded, his blood will be poured out on his own head. If it is less than this number, ██ heir ███, but once he counts █33 times, he will immediately ████"
"...Those who see the holy spring will be divided into infinite groups. The first group says, Holy, Holy, Holy, and kneels down to worship. The second group says, Holy, Holy, Holy, and kneels down.
Worship, said the third group...(repeated meaninglessly more than twenty times)"
"…changed, ██ized, dissolved, amplified, exalted, blessed, ██ized, presented...there is no end, there is no end...His name is Sahayawi, his name is Zwaya
Wei, his name is Tra Yeshia Wei (there are more than thirty sentences, the third person pronoun is a common form, the name is spelled in confusion, all are forced transliterations by Fan Ning)... Favor and crown belong to the transmutation one,
Decorations and miracles belong to the transmutation One, knowledge and power belong to the transmutation One (there are more than ten sentences, piled with meaningless words of praise)..."
As Fan Ning read, he felt a kind of confused yet inspired enthusiasm. He felt something was wrong and quickly moved the candle away.
But after thinking for a few seconds in the darkness, he brought the candle closer again, but this time he turned the frame over.
There was actually words on this side, but the fonts were larger, and they were in ancient Hoffman language. This short sentence made Fan Ning's pupils suddenly shrink.
"Please make sure the door is closed again."
What particularly made the three of them feel weird, terrifying and frightening was that the word "again" in the sentence was written very hard, and they could see that the tip of the pen had sunk into the wood and turned into a deep scratch!
Sheeran glanced behind worriedly.
The huge, deformed "paint ball" is firmly attached to the non-existent surface and sliding around. From a distance, it looks like a flat and bright dynamic graffiti painting.
"Caron, we've probably passed ten minutes..." She couldn't help but remind her.
Fan Ning frowned and stared at the small picture frame. It could be seen that he was thinking rapidly in his heart.
"What should we do? We seem to have no other way to go. Let's go in and try?" she asked again.
"Don't, don't, think again." Qiong's soft voice trembled at this moment, "The shortest record of this ritual instrument in the past was fifteen minutes, but this time it is not necessarily that short, there may be some time.
Let's think about it again, I feel like this door is too scary, who knows what will happen if you go in..."
"No matter how scary it is, can it be as scary as being swallowed by this deformed monster?" Sheeran's face turned ugly, "And you just detected it. There are rocks behind these three walls. Maybe it will be the same when you enter here. We might be able to get in the mud.
Make a small hole and hide..."
"Then why not just go through the wall..." Qiong curled her lips.
"Go in." Fan Ning suddenly said.
The two stopped discussing and looked at him: "...Caron, are you really sure?"