Obviously, since cabins are everywhere, since "umbilical cords" and "instruments" can be pulled out from anywhere
This means that under this mountain range, under the feet of the two people, or the entire B-105 underground, is the concentrated area of the "back room" - a collection of restricted spaces that serve as a guard for the "cracking field".
So what does Joan, who is walking with me at this moment, mean to me?
"Ding--"
A low battery warning popped up on the screen, and the faint sound made Fan Ning's arms shake.
In many chaotic periods of time and space, insufficient battery may not have happened for the first time, but at least in the current period of time and space - or perhaps the last period - it has happened again.
The energy replenished by the "Tower Builder" in the "Spark Field" of the Guidance School in the far north continent is about to be exhausted, just like the invisible power that Fan Ning can no longer call upon.
Now, everything is no longer clear, everything has become unreliable again. He feels as if he is in a piece of easily disturbed fluid, surrounded by soft and magnificent colors, waiting for his own changes to change.
Even though there is a girl leading the way, many villagers are watching him, even though there are team members stranded in the cave where they came from, and a dangerous person may be lurking in the shadows, Fan Ning still feels that there is no living person in this world.
A person is walking alone on the mountain road, decorating this colorful mountain scenery. The chaotic light from above projects his body under his feet, and pulls out long and thin lines behind him.
The slimy threads of snarling teeth.
"Perhaps it was a fluke?
Alice cried very sadly. The breath of the little life in her arms was fading, and her voice was disappearing. Her heart no longer spoke for it, but the "Oriental Flute" or the "Youth's Magic Horn" would still be there.
.This is not a real death. In the process of "Song of Shaping", even if the deceased is lighter than a feather, he will not be judged as disqualified by the secret history.
She is just temporarily drifting away in the long river, but she is no longer destined to me - in fact, she has not opened her eyes to see the light, and it has nothing to do with me.
In short, all sadness is an illusion, and the result of the attempt should not be considered a failure. I will have another child with Alice as soon as possible - in fact, it will be the first child. This child will be Fan Ning.
But just like what I was worried about before, about the subsequent hidden dangers and troubles."
"I am almost 100% sure that Fan Ning will still meet her after she is born!
It's just a question of sooner or later, how it's encountered, and whether it's unfamiliar or familiar.
The law of entanglement in the secret history exists objectively, and twisting, mixing or grafting the fates of different people is what the Divine Advent Society is best at doing.
The "Oriental Flute" or "Youth's Magic Horn" is an important identification clue. She drifted away with this "paradoxical antique"
It's strange. I don't know why, but I suddenly remembered the two secret legends from Anton's ancestors that I heard at Anton's house the night before setting off on the mission.
In short, if I can get out of here, and if I still have some memories after I get out, I will definitely pay attention to these clues and pay attention to the suspicious people I meet later.
What worries me is that when I still have cognitive abilities, she and Fan Ning may not know each other well enough. They may still be at the level of "strangers" or "casual acquaintances", and they may not even know that they are
It is extremely difficult to detect clues about the identity of an apostle. And when the trend of things becomes more obvious, I may be involved in something else and I will no longer have time to detect it.
What on earth does that dangerous person want to do with such a move? Create another source of pollution for the evil god? Or is it a chess piece of the Divine Advent Society?
A chess piece that will intentionally or unintentionally release countless "worms" in the future to destroy the world?"
"lighthouse!"
"There seems to be a lighthouse up there!"
"It finally appeared!"
The onlookers suddenly burst into loud shouts.
Although this was a bit of an afterthought, their state did change from melancholy to excitement. Not only on both sides of the mountain road, but also on the rear where the terrain was lower when they came, one after another small sounds intertwined into a dense
Waves of sound, together with those empty hallucinations and whispers, poured into Fan Ning's head from all directions.
These people also started climbing along the mountain road, aiming for the lighthouse just like Fan Ning.
Qiong, who was at the front holding the field, seemed to be the leader of everyone.
The cold wind made his face hurt. Fan Ning's fingers ran through dozens of irrelevant journals one after another. The more boring the content, the more frightened and uneasy he felt, just like those people in his previous life who clearly had troubles, but were short-changed.
The video firmly attracts "Internet users".
"Click." "Click."
At a certain moment, Fan Ning took a deep breath, raised his head, and suddenly quickened his pace, chasing Qiong's position. The soles of his boots crushed ice floes in several small puddles one after another.
He decided that no matter what, it would be best to communicate with the other party as much as possible first.
"Under what circumstances will the orderer decide to enter the abnormal zone?"
Fan Ning walked up to Joan's shoulder and chose to start from a context where he had communicated before.
The nameless saint of the Holy Sun Church told him that the overlapping layers of rotten secret history and turmoil would, under normal circumstances, cause fundamental harm to those who rely on the "power of the secret history" to ascend.
"The Order Enforcer abandons the appearance of the world and enters the Huita. However, its lifespan is not unlimited. Regardless of fatal mysterious events, its spiritual body and divinity will be slowly absorbed and assimilated by the Huita. Every time it reaches a certain level, it needs to be dispatched.
An apostle of 'self' to perpetuate self."
Joan still immediately explained Fan Ning's question.
"This type of ritual of sending 'self' apostles is called the 'Chant of Shaping'. It is essentially a deceptive 'suspended death'. It is difficult to do this in the world. It can only be found in the turbulence of the secret history of the Abnormal Zone.
Only with the right gap can we have the opportunity to realize this kind of deception."
Fan Ning nodded and thanked her for her explanation.
Very subtle.
The body of the Order Enforcer abandons the appearance of the world and enters the Huita, but will be absorbed and assimilated by the Huita;
It is usually not advisable for those who enforce order to enter the abnormal zone, but sooner or later they must enter the abnormal zone in order to continue themselves.
The girl's communication with him seemed to be no different from usual, but Fan Ning found that there were certain changes in her body, beautiful, but more unfamiliar changes. While the overall appearance remained the same, the most obvious thing was her hair - she wore
The color of the smooth hair reaching her shoulders has turned into a light purple, and the ends of the slightly curled hair are a burgundy color that is about to drip.
"So, how do you recall what happened after 'Miss Purple Bean Cake' entered the abnormal zone due to avoiding the evil of heaven? Not surprisingly, it should be a 'Chant of Shaping'."
Fan Ning had to admit in his heart that his words were somewhat knowing.
"Not a good memory."
The wind whistling down from the ridge passed over the two bodies, and it began to be mixed with small flakes of snow. Qiong turned her head and glanced at Fan Ning. Her pupils and the halo at the bottom of her skirt also turned into an illusionary light.
Purple and bloody red.
"When I met you at the ruins of the 'Great Palace School', you know very well what my situation was. If the height drops, the apostle's opportunity to return will fail, and many memories will be difficult to pick up."
"Well, that's right. I'm just asking for confirmation. If we can remember the details at that time, it will be more helpful for us to deal with the current situation."
"It doesn't matter. Once it completely transforms, I should be able to rise higher. Strength will help me cope with the situation."
The purple-red flute in Qiong's hand cut through the air, as if it had actually cut through the ubiquitous "soap film", causing the colorful liquid inside to gush out into new layers.
Fan Ning felt that it was no longer a good idea to advance communication too slowly. He suddenly made up his mind and asked:
"Qiong, do you think that the several enforcers of the New Calendar we know so far seem to have ended badly?"