Qiong's face was filled with water as she watched the stone door of the attic collapse and smash to the ground, falling into pieces.
Unidentified biological tissue pieces floated on the green, foul-smelling mucus, which flowed out like water from a floodgate.
"Rumble--"
The whole place, including the entire building, suddenly began to tremble uneasily.
A strong early warning came from everyone's minds.
"What's going on!?" Salman, whose face was covered in blood, exclaimed.
"No, this secret realm of migration may collapse!" Inspector He Meng, who was at the core of the containment altar, suddenly drew out his staff decisively, and an inexplicable cold wind blew away the candlestick.
In the curling smoke, he followed a specific retrograde trajectory and erased the mysterious symbols one stroke at a time.
Inspector Owen immediately floated up, the spiritual fire appeared concretely, ignited the cursed paper on his hand, and then severed the mysterious connection between the three assistants one by one.
"Let's go into the turnaround passage!"
Fan Ning's ferocity caused the traction force to decouple, and there was nothing inside the containment altar. Another sudden change occurred in this secret realm of Yiyong...
After considering the three facts in front of them together and with a little help from the logic of recursion, the two enlightened people understood what happened in the blink of an eye——
Only when the parasitic relationship is separated, the remains of the "Fountain in the Painting" are controlled, and the transformation pipeline withers and shrinks can the foundation of this "Great Palace School" site be shaken.
Yes, when the foundation no longer exists and the balance of mysticism is broken, this already morbid place will probably be completely destroyed soon.
One by one, the five members of the Special Patrol Office's action team threw themselves into the floor-to-ceiling windows.
If you were not in the secret ritual, you might have been able to go in and investigate the situation, but it took a full two minutes to interrupt the ceremony. The scene in the secret realm was already riddled with holes, and you didn’t have a few more breaths to take a closer look. And that person
"Miss Purple Bean Cake" takes people flying too fast, and it is useless to study it too deeply.
Although I don’t know why Fan Ning was able to resist the pull of the secret ritual of the “Qingkou Tree”, I also don’t know why he survived and controlled the wreckage...
But it doesn't matter, no matter what happens, no matter what he holds in his hands, people will eventually get out from here.
You have to go even if you don't want to, and Fan Ning also has to go if you don't want to.
After getting the person, everything will be considered in the long run.
There are more than just the few people guarding the turnaround point.
He Meng, carrying the strange blade, was the last one to disappear into the passage.
The rich and sweet smell that enveloped the floor-to-ceiling windows disappeared, and the wellhead became an open state that can be passed at any time.
He Meng felt that he had fallen into a chaotic rift, and the "cocoon" phase pigment primer in his pocket was constantly correcting the direction of the waking world.
Just like a long water pipe that twists and turns, as the water flow, you only need to surge forward, without thinking about where the exit is.
The turning point gives people the inspiration that it is not very far away.
"Boom card!——"
It was raining heavily and it was dark in the mountains behind the Turner Art Hall.
Twenty or thirty black figures that seemed to be there or not, surrounded the five of us.
From time to time, lightning and thunder turned the night into day, and broken water drops dripped from the brims of everyone's hats and raincoats.
"Mr. He Meng, you didn't bring him out?" Norma Gunn said in the crowd
He Meng briefly described what happened next.
"...So, it won't take long for him to come out on his own." His face remained as indifferent as before.
"Our actions will be directed by you later, Mr. Wax." Gang Wenyan nodded and spoke to his colleagues next to him.
"Miss Oka, please."
Next to her was a mysterious man sitting in a wheelchair. The brim of this man's hat was lowered. His voice sounded like he was young, and he seemed to have a serious leg disease. His hands were tucked into the sleeves of his raincoat. He didn't seem to have any mobility.
Or his fighting ability, but judging from the tone of Gang's words, Mr. "Wax" is also an inspector general.
Four Insights, as well as a large number of mid-level and senior investigators, are waiting for Fan Ning here.
The group of people continued to wait in silence after a brief exchange, but Owen frowned and looked at his wet pocket watch in the light of lightning.
The Yiyong creature "Miss Purple Bean Cake" is only at the limit of the first level of Insight. Even if her strength takes another two big steps, in the chaotic rift after the collapse of the Yiyong Secret Realm, she can't save Fan Ning, who has not yet broken through to the Insight.
?
It should be said that his analysis and estimation on this point are accurate.
The ruins of the "Great Court School".
As early as when the special patrol hall had just begun to interrupt the secret ceremony and dismantle the altar, Joan's purple figure floated into the attic.
Cracks spread, masonry fell, and tableware and porcelain outside fell everywhere.
She frowned very tightly. The scene here was strange and familiar at the same time. Fortunately, she had some psychological endurance experience.
In short, the attic bedroom at the highest point is like having one or two hundred deformed Professor Lorraine corpses stuffed into it.
The walls and furniture are proliferating and bulging, the ground is covered with twitching fistulas and pale fingers, the cracks are overflowing with the texture and folds of the brain, the sofa and bed are densely packed with mouthparts and heads stacked and nested... Fortunately, it seems to have shrunk.
The products after the collapse no longer fill the entire attic space, and most of the vitality has been lost.
Qiong's small figure flew left and right, avoiding those foul-smelling deformities.
Then she saw Fan Ning lying in a relatively clean area in the open space behind a screen. His clothes were as tattered as a sieve, and there were large stains on his exposed skin. However, his spiritual body was basically intact, and there was still a bandage on his left wrist.
A roll of gel-like transparent strip.
His aura is indeed very weak, but it's not like the type where the oil is exhausted, but like... similar to the state of recovering from a serious illness?
Then... there seemed to be tears on his face?
"It's strange. You are obviously going to die, but I am obviously watching from the side."
Qiong breathed a sigh of relief, but there was some doubt in his eyes, and besides the remaining pieces of meat, there seemed to be no other special things seen here, and the transmutation channels were also missing.
Finally, her eyes glanced at Fan Ning's left foot, where there was a small black metal box.
From the glass hole cut out on it, it looks like a strange-looking flashlight?
Amidst the roar of collapse, the vision was somewhat spinning.
There is no time to think about it further. Although the concrete evil creature of "Split Chrysalis" has been inactivated, it is an invisible existence that lives high in the above-mentioned house, and its high concentration of knowledge pollution still remains here.
After staying for a while, Qiong felt that illusory ghost images began to appear in front of her eyes, and some tiny units in her body were ready to split.
Moreover, the countdown to the complete collapse of the Yiyong Secret Realm has begun.
She pulled Fan Ning's spirit body up.
"What's going on here?" As soon as the two floated up, he woke up and spoke hoarsely.
The question was asked subconsciously. After scanning the surroundings, Fan Ning already knew that the black flashlight also stumbled into his hand under his control.
"You are awake, so I will still believe that you are sensible in the future." Qiong said.
"Of course." Fan Ning, who was still dizzy, said "hmm".
He felt that the other party's stance of concern had not changed, and there was nothing wrong with the content of his words.
But I don't know what factors caused it. In such a short period of time, her personality and temperament seemed to have further changed.
"You must leave immediately. I can't protect you in the chaotic shifting rift after the collapse."
The current situation is obviously too late to communicate too much about what just happened.
"How will I see you later?" Fan Ning stretched out his hand and slowly touched the soft belt.
"I try to think of 'Sicilian Dances' when I fall asleep, but I'm not sure what will happen next. There may be a small chance." Her answer was concise and to the point.
The two figures flew to the floor-to-ceiling window. At this time, He Meng had just left, and the resistant invisible well was returning to its original open character.
The scenes outside the window and inside the room have become very strange - some places are already an inexplicable void, some are completely irrelevant and difficult to see clearly, or they are consistent with adjacent things, but appear as dense as cochlea
fester.
"Be careful of 'Miss Scarlet'." As the bricks fell, she looked up at Fan Ning again.
"clear."
Although the previous confrontation was almost without incident, if there were a little more deviations, such as one less painting of Vincent's creations, he would be four against one, or the "cocoon" position was not occupied by Cumiye, and he would be five against two.
Then with the persona of "Miss Crimson", things will develop in the completely opposite direction.
While the earth was shaking and the mountains were shaking, the girl gave instructions in a calm, fast and serious tone:
"The Order Executor has risen very high in the Tower of Hui. Many extraordinary methods are transcendent and traceable. Sometimes it's not that you are not smart and cautious enough, or you act impulsively, but that you have difficulty getting rid of the influence of those existences... I
I wonder if the decision to enter the secret door at that time was related to some hint from "Miss Crimson". The purpose was to attract me to dream along that specific path so as to control me... As for you, although you don't know what her purpose is, but
She has been eyeing you for a long time, and you have been unknowingly used once before."
Fan Ning nodded slightly again: "The conclusion of "Pain Room"'s escape and sublimation is obvious now."
Instead, he kept nodding in agreement, which was not common on weekdays.
"What's going on with your expression?" Qiong looked at him doubtfully.
"nothing."
"Are your eyes uncomfortable?"
"The premiere has been held and ended as scheduled." Fan Ning turned away and looked at the floor-to-ceiling glass windows.
After hearing this, the girl's small figure hanging in the air froze in place.
What he means is...
Festering holes all over the space are devouring everything.
"We have to go, see you later." Fan Ning's eyes flashed coldly, he pulled off the lavender girdle with a ray of divinity attached to it, wrapped it in his hand, and jumped into the invisible well.
Joan came back to her senses and shouted:
"Be careful with those people. You are not in a very good condition right now, and you only have this extraordinary string..."
Fan Ning's back has disappeared.
A process of traveling at high speed through chaotic rifts with an unknown direction.
The colors and lines in front of him were spinning crazily, but he could already feel the "cocoon"-like paint in his pocket correcting its chaotic trajectory, gradually pointing in a direction not too far away.
It should be night when you wake up.
Turning back to the Turner Art Hall, Fan Ning's nerves were tense and he was always ready to deal with emergencies.
Suddenly, there was a weird slippery feeling on the tip of my tongue, and then my left wrist became tense again!
Several notes with line segments appeared in front of him inexplicably: "re, fa, la, #do".
A D minor major seventh chord with an augmented third interval and a violent and rough sound.
"Gel membranes!?"
When he encountered the "Painful Room" for the first time in the sealing room, it was it that helped him resist the infection and dissolution. Then the mark on it inexplicably had an extra "do rising", which was superimposed on the original d.
Above the minor triad.
So Fan Ning's first reaction was that he encountered some kind of "pool" pollution, which triggered the reaction of this ritual vessel.
But he was surprised to find that at the next moment, this gel fetal membrane used its own stronger spiritual fluctuations to overwhelm the direction correction of the original "cocoon" phase pigment!
Fan Ning felt like he was sitting in a car that braked suddenly and stepped on the accelerator to reverse.
One stagger, then another even bigger stagger.
The direction of the waking world has suddenly undergone a drastic and complete change!
"...path reappearance method?"
"Looking for a 'person for marking', taking the 'primer' to go to a specific place in the waking world? And then realize some kind of occult closed loop?"
"So that later people who hold the "primer" and enter the reentry passage can return to the path marked at that time?"
"!!!Could this real 'primer' be..."
The chaotic color lines in front of me stopped for a moment, and then started to spin even more crazily in the counterclockwise direction.
He remembered the way Roy unfolded a small piece of engraving printing paper folded in half and read it gently in the dim light after parking the car at Highvale Manor that day.
"...In the year 871 of the New Calendar, an unexplained fire destroyed the 'Free Folk Herb Shop' owned by Vasius's parents."
"... Coincidentally, a short time ago, we discovered that a person had visited this 'Free Folk Herbal Shop' several times. This person's name is Vienne, and he is an organist by profession."
"...His main request was to treat glaucoma. It improved significantly at first, but then it went downhill again. So the owner of the 'Freedom Folk Herbal Shop' gave Vienne a token and informed them that their herbal medicine skills were
I learned it from the Southern Continent, and the treatment effect is not satisfactory, perhaps because I haven’t learned it yet.”
"...After several suggestions from the herbal shop, Vienne finally made up his mind to go to the Southern Continent to seek medical treatment in person according to the contact address on the token."
Fan Ning was hit by a wave of fear that stood on end of his hair.
His mind recalled the night at Santa Ramburg, when the two of them visited "Relatim Chemical Company" at night, and Sheeran played Vasius and acted together with him at Sylvia's rooftop party.
Who is acting for whom?
What kind of existence is controlling all of this invisibly? Is it one party using itself, or is it a multi-party game?
There was no time to carefully review the seemingly normal conversation that day.
Due to a sudden change, Fan Ning, who had finally recovered from a serious illness, suffered from an old injury and a splitting headache. Everything was falling at an extremely fast speed, blurred and distorted.
The words I was thinking about in my mind could no longer be connected into long, logical sentences.
Eye disease?......
Seek medical attention?…
The former site of the Turner Art Museum?
Apostle? Primer? Token?
This is what the fuck is called...a token???
Fan Ning's sense of positioning at close range, which was similar to that of He Meng and his group, came from the hill behind the Turner Hall of Art, but was thrown far away like a cannonball.
That new point is very far, far beyond this city, beyond this empire, beyond this continent!
His consciousness completely fell into the endless darkness!