"What I hate most in my life is being led around by inexplicable people or things that I am not interested in."
"It doesn't matter whether you are a concrete person or some amorphous abstract existence. If you can't make a choice, I won't be able to flip the table and leave?"
As Fan Ning explores the boundary of the dream, his gray body gradually regains its color, and his outlines return to their true sharpness.
So everyone was completely dumbfounded.
Either choose to accept the top reward from the Special Patrol Office, or get the highest courtesy from the Bologna School. These are massive extraordinary resources that can be obtained with more effort. Other knowledgeable people may not be able to harvest so much even after ten years of searching.
Such an opportunity...
This great young musician just...just left?
"There seems to be no problem...but I always feel that something is wrong." Bishop Mir muttered to himself. He had ordered several accompanying clergy to assist in the aftermath, while he stood in the corner and watched with an indifferent attitude.
play.
So many people were present today to witness... Fan Ning did not stop anyone, did not take anything for himself, and did not maliciously interfere with the internal actions of other organizations. The only thing he did was to go all the way.
The investigation has reached this point and four members of the evil god organization have been hunted down and killed. No matter how critical you are, no one can find fault.
Since it's "none of my business", what else is there to say?
"Mr. Fanning!"
As early as Fan Ning started to take steps and showed signs of leaving the field, Luo Yin went around in the direction of his exit.
At this time, the stone slabs passed over her head. She continuously invoked the light of first acquaintance and stepped forward. The spatial scenes she passed through curled up and overlapped. The next moment, a tall figure wearing a bright red dress stood directly in front of a body covered in filth.
In front of Fan Ning.
"Luo Yin? What are you?..." Marquis MacAdam subconsciously wanted to raise his hand and once again used the secret technique of "transformation" to bring his daughter back to him.
This form of training of invisible power comes from the gnosis he mastered when passing through the third "key" phase "Gate of Disintegration", and it is also one of his many strange methods that make everyone fear him.
But the scene in front of him suddenly made him wake up from his enthusiasm for "disaster". After realizing that Luo Yin was one step away from the core of the dispute faster than him, he lowered his raised hand again.
"What is going on?" Sheeran, who had been keeping a close eye on Fan Ning's movements, was stunned by this sudden change.
The rectangular stone slab was only half a square meter in size. The two of them were facing each other, their chests were close to each other, and the tips of their noses were almost touching.
The expression of Sir Viadrin next to him had obviously relaxed from the state of preparedness. At this moment, he looked at Sheeran with a playful face, not knowing what he meant.
If I had known earlier, I could actually travel through the astral realm!
The little girl clutched the hem of her skirt, pursed her lips tightly, and argued angrily in her heart. However, she couldn't stand anymore...
"Demolish the altar, everyone avoid this area, and coordinate with the police to deal with the aftermath of the accident." After making up his mind, McAdam spoke decisively, and the other two organizations immediately gave similar instructions.
"The living must perish, and salvation is hard to find..."
Fan Ning's words before leaving and his daughter's advance retreat made him realize that even if there was no external interference, his members would be subject to extremely serious pollution if they entered the dream world to contain the "disaster". Not to mention the members of the Special Inspection Department.
The two Insighters and a group of senior investigators are still watching eagerly. If there is another conflict...
At least I have thirty or forty years of life left to climb and seek. For an uncertain opportunity to be an "order enforcer", I don't know how many people have died here today. I can't say anything to the person in the school who is a member of the discussion group.
The "consultant" Mr.
"I wish you a few fewer deaths..." McAdam sneered and gave everyone in the Special Patrol Office one last look before turning around and leaving.
But judging from his expression, I don't know whether this blessing is positive or negative.
Seeing the people from all parties retreating like a tide, He Meng breathed a sigh of relief.
The most ideal situation is no longer possible, but he does not want to have such fierce conflicts and sacrifices during the first operation to collect the remains of the Origin God. In that case, the leader will be very disappointed with himself.
"No!" Gang next to him suddenly exclaimed, "This door is about to close!"
In the dream space ahead, rippling water patterns began to appear again. The departure of Fan Ning, the key holder, undoubtedly brought the restoration of the gap in the world's skin earlier than expected.
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"Execute the original second plan. You take the pollution-occupying elixir." He Meng's eyes flashed with determination.
The seven investigators behind him drank some kind of light green liquid soaked in rot spores in one gulp, and then took their places in the altar.
He Meng himself took out a long and narrow scimitar from the black back box behind him. It had a golden handle, a black sheath, a cyan ribbon as a tail, and the blade had the same cyan storm pattern.
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There is an extremely dangerous and unstable aura in this scimitar, but it seems to be wrapped in some knowledge like oil or electric current, so that there is no obvious abnormality for the time being, but as He Meng with a solemn face pressed his thumb
After opening, sudden changes occurred.
Only a few centimeters of the bright silver blade was exposed, and a violent cutting-like airflow erupted. Despite the seal placed by the layer of Boglichi cloth, the clothes on He Meng's body were still in tatters in an instant.
The leader is able to contain even such a terrifying wreckage of the Lord of Witness as his own weapon. He is worthy of being an extremely powerful person who has climbed to the sixth level of the gate, approaching the height of the "Dome Gate".
With respect and awe for the leader, He Meng gritted his teeth and slowly opened the scimitar. The gaps in his skin began to ooze blood, but he remained unmoved. Then he stepped into the dreamland boundary that was about to collapse, and Gang followed closely.
Later.
"The name of the god 'Calamity' may not be like this originally. She symbolizes probability, cause and effect and connection, but after going crazy, all the supplicants can observe are scenes of bad luck, bad omens and disasters...Using the 'blade' can cut
Get rid of its conceptual connection, temporarily separate the contamination of one's own destiny, and then disperse it with the 'veil of night' and place it on the altar. In this way, it is temporarily dragged into the secret realm of migration, the 'chaos heaven level', and handed over to me for processing.
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"After that, all containment enforcement personnel must not sleep for at least half a year, go out less often, and are strictly prohibited from fighting... Follow the following methods to gradually remove the contamination and reduce the mortality rate as much as possible. Those who are still at risk after three rounds of assessments will retire early and avoid invoking invisible forces for life.
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Following Bogolelic's instructions, He Meng endured the trembling discomfort and recited a prayer about invoking the invisible power of the "blade".
Keng! Keng! Keng! Some kind of low and strange sound sounded, like the friction of heavy wooden furniture being dragged on the ground.
Then, in the strange mirror-like clouds of the 'Calamity', several dark golden streams of light appeared out of thin air. The scene suddenly expanded and collapsed, and in less than a breath, it was cut into a bunch of scattered mist groups of varying sizes.
They floated slowly, seemingly showing signs of reuniting.
Black threads of inspiration visible to the naked eye shot out from around Norma Gunn's body. In the blink of an eye, the original "disaster" turned into a large tree with scattered branches and covered with patches of darkness. It was slowly
Leading the way towards the outside altar.
At the same time, on the other side, the stone slabs were flying through the tunnel.
"Why are you following me?" Fan Ning looked at Luo Yin standing in front of her in confusion. From a close distance, she could see the deep blue in her eyes, the curly arc of her eyelashes, her warm and delicate lips, and every inch of her flawless face.
Skin texture is clearly visible.
"Me? I don't know..." The girl hesitated for a moment, "Seeing that you were in a bad mood, I subconsciously followed you..."
The place where the two people's bodies were in contact was warm and the flowing hair touched Fan Ning's face, which made her feel a little itchy.
"You won't drive me down, will you?" she asked again.
"My body is not clean at the moment." Fan Ning answered the question inappropriately, and reluctantly took a small step back, turned away and looked down.
The slabs had already flown out of the other end of the train wreckage. From the rear, passengers could still be seen jumping off the platform, fighting and wrestling with the crowd maintaining order.
These people who were beguiled to take elixirs with motives such as "increasing life span, improving functions, and delaying aging" may not have thought clearly why they came here on their journey today. They don't know it, but the outcome of those who know it is not the same.
There is no difference, just like the passengers on the two original subway trains. Before the collision, they were thinking about the day's work schedule or the upcoming holiday vacation plan. Before going out in the morning, they said goodbye to their families and waited for the evening.
The reunion of returning home.
This long and narrow tunnel should not have been able to hold the bodies of two to three thousand people, but those pitch-black pits were insatiably sucking in the transformed tissue and slurry.
Fan Ning no longer had the energy to join the interfering team, but some inspiration invaded his mind aggressively, which was dark, sinful, full of manic and restless dancing and emotional catharsis.
The "Evil God Pollution Identification Manual" was promulgated and implemented, and it was emphasized that aging and death are natural laws, and then the people still fell into the fate of pollution...
Purified by the prayers and mysteries of "Saint Janin of Pontua's Preaching to the Fishes" and determined to avoid excessive pursuit of knowledge, the two principals still became deformed or lost and died...
Listen happily to the sermon, and then disperse still chasing the hungry fish?...
"Wake up from the daydream of the second movement, the meaning of existence is still not understood, and death itself is meaningless, so there is only endless repetitive movement, the hustle and bustle of almost empty days, and the excitement is exhausted.
Life is miserable..." Fan Ning looked at the wreckage that was gradually moving away from him from the high place where he stood. There was a dazzling tunnel, and the spinning crowds were fast, distorted and blurry. He seemed to be shouting in his heart as if he was about to vent.
speak out...
The awareness is getting deeper and deeper, the inspiration is rising higher and higher, the "door of coincidence" in the distance has not yet been closed, and the light spilling through the gaps in the branches is still in my mind, but the violent squandering before was not enough to support the profound thoughts.
An even stronger dizziness hit him like a hammer blow.
"Buzz!" "Winter!——" "Hua Hua Hua..."
The strong dissonant chords played by the brass in his mind, accompanied by the rolling sounds of cymbals and timpani and the suffocating sound group composed of sinister and evil chromatic scales, made his eyes darken and he fainted.
"Ah..." Luo Yin saw Fan Ning closing his eyes, and the blood that snaked like a snake overflowed from the end of his nose again, and the stone slab under his feet finally crooked and fell down.
"Be careful!" She subconsciously grabbed Fan Ning's arms.
The "bang" sound of impact was accompanied by Luo Yin's exclamation, and both of them fell into the tunnel, turning into a pair of rolling gourds.
After an unknown amount of time, Fan Ning felt the elegant and cool hazy scent of aromatherapy in his nose, and realized that he was sinking into the soft bed. So he opened his eyes and saw the crystal chandelier and sophisticated equipment on the ceiling.
Mural, and turned to see a row of fine porcelain displayed on colorful oak shelves in the distance, as well as patches of embossed wallpaper with lilies and blackberries.
This is a large luxurious bedroom shrouded in twilight. The chandelier only lights up the four corners. The dim orange light spreads delicately, covering the fabric furniture, oak floor and grand piano.
Layer warm beige glow.
Fan Ning found the baton under the pillow, and then sat up on the bed. He turned his gaze in the direction of the floor-to-ceiling windows. Outside was a quiet gravel path, and beyond that was a stepped flower garden surrounded by wooden fences, and
Climbing along the bronze sculpture are grapevines bearing purple-black fruits.
In the evening, the night breeze was clean and the courtyard was buzzing with cicadas. Compared to the noisy and soot-filled steel city of Santa Ramburg, Fan Ning felt as if he had slipped into an academic landscape oil painting.
"I fell asleep all day long?" After eliminating the danger, he stopped thinking about it for the time being and jumped out of bed to rummage around the room.
The oak floor under his feet felt warm and delicate. Fan Ning quickly found music paper and a pen under the piano bench. He returned to the bed and pulled the small wrought iron square table for dining on the bed to him.
"The living must perish, and salvation is hard to find...The meaning of existence is difficult to understand, and death itself is meaningless..." He drew three flats in the C minor key signature, and recorded two timpani sounds at the beginning.
Hammer sound.
"In the conception of the third movement Scherzo, the number of bars in the several parts should not be balanced, but it is best to have a structure of decreasing length. The length is getting shorter and shorter, but the content is getting more and more crowded..."
"This will make the music appear calm and relaxed at the beginning, and end with increasingly dense and suffocating emotions, thus presenting the sense of nihilistic disillusionment..."
After the obstinate ornamentation rhythm of the woodwinds, he wrote the theme melody of the scherzo, which was taken from the hymn "Saint Janin of Pontua's Preaching to the Fishes".
"Mr. Fan Ning, when did you wake up, and why are you writing without turning on the light?"
After writing for about five minutes, a girl's voice came from the door, the crystal chandelier was completely opened, and the quiet twilight was occupied by warm and bright lights.
Fan Ning followed the sound.
There was Luo Yin, who was wearing a cream gauze nightgown. She gently kicked off her slippers and stepped on the velvet carpet of the room with her bare feet.