Chapter 27 The terrifying restricted area that no one knows exists
Song Zongwu put his extra arms around his chest and his clothes were loose, so he didn't attract much attention while running along the eaves of the building.
But Ren Qing, who was being carried around, was a little embarrassed, neither moving nor moving.
Song Zong came to Sibu Zhai in a flash.
Seeing that he wanted to step in directly, Ren Qing couldn't help but said: "Senior Song, I won't go."
"There are hundreds of rooms in Sibu Zhai. Since you want to confirm the situation, do you want me to go through them one by one?"
Song Zongwu glanced at Ren Qing and was about to say something, but saw the other person covering his head and looking very painful.
"What's wrong?"
Ren Qing's memory began to become blurry, the number of pyrotechnics on Hexing Street decreased again, and for some reason the intervals became shorter and shorter.
Song Zongwu also noticed it.
His body exuded a dangerous aura, and his eyes turned from blood red to orange, as if he was resisting the inexplicable power of tampering with memory.
But after Song Zongwu realized that he had to maintain the technique at all times, he simply chose to use his nails to scratch a few words on the skin to remind himself.
Seeing how cruel he was, Ren Qing had no choice but to take out a knife and carve words on his arm, otherwise it would be difficult to explain why monks in the warrior realm were immune.
"Senior Song, is it the effect of some strange object or a restricted area?"
"Inform the other guards first, and we have to go in to see the details."
Song Zongwu took out a green heart that looked like it was alive, squeezed it hard, and the beating frequency of the heart suddenly accelerated.
The corner of Ren Qing's mouth twitched. Could it be that this is a magical weapon from the underworld used for communication?
"There are thirty-six blood hearts in total. Holders within a certain range can..."
Before Song Zong could finish his words, the two of them suddenly felt something was wrong, and their memories of the last fireman began to blur again.
"That's too late!!!"
Ren Qing looked slightly nervous. Although he did not draw out the Da Miao knife directly, he held the handle of the knife tightly with his right hand, ready to unsheath it at any time.
"Come with me for a walk."
Song Zongwu grabbed Ren Qing's collar, then broke through the wooden door and rushed inside. The latter quickly gave instructions according to the route.
It only took about ten breaths, and after smashing several walls, they reached the location where the pyrotechnics were confined.
Song Zong Wu kicked the door open and walked straight in.
They noticed a pyrotechnician in his early twenties squatting blankly in the corner, constantly chanting "Don't kill me."
Maybe it's because after his companions were erased, his memory changed drastically and he became a little confused.
Ren Qing felt deeply absurd. Although these fire workers were acting relatively normal more than half an hour ago, they might disappear at any time now.
Although Huo Gong didn't seem to be conscious, Song Zongwu still asked without giving up: "Have you gone to the restricted area? How many people are still alive?"
"Don't kill me, don't kill me..."
Song Zongwu stepped forward, stretched out his hands to grab the fireman's head, and stared into his eyes.
"I told you to answer."
"Does it have anything to do with the restricted area?"
The fireman seemed to have regained some consciousness, and he opened his mouth and replied weakly: "Yes..."
He immediately vomited blood, the internal organs in his body began to collapse, and his breath weakened at a speed visible to the naked eye.
Song Zongwu did not continue to ask questions, but tried to stabilize the pyrotechnician's injury.
Unfortunately it has no effect.
Song Zong couldn't help but mutter to himself: "We must have forgotten one thing. I'm afraid we have found a restricted area somewhere."
"At that time, jailers and government officials were sent to deal with it, but as they entered the restricted area, all our relevant memories were erased."
Usually pyrotechnics would not enter the restricted area, but they were still affected, and even themselves disappeared silently.
Ren Qing frowned and asked: "Senior Song, then why did the fireman return to Sanxiang City? Is it possible that the jailer used it to deliver messages?"
"not sure."
Song Zongwu continued: "But the restricted area itself cannot be moved, so it is difficult to affect Sanxiang City, which is far away."
Song Zong looked at Ren Qing with complicated eyes.
There were so many people in the yamen, but Ren Qing discovered something was wrong. It could not be explained by chance.
At this moment, the blood that the fireman had spat on the ground slowly turned into ashes, leaving no trace at all.
This situation gradually spread to Huo Gong's body, starting from the toes of his feet and even his cloth shoes, they were all reduced to ashes.
Song Zongwu said in a deep voice: "We must know the location of the restricted area, otherwise the hidden danger will be too great."
Ren Qing didn't know what to say.
The restricted area was formed by strange objects after the monks died, but to fight against the restricted area, one had to rely on the monks, thus falling into an infinite loop.
Song Zong Wu put his index finger on Huo Gong's eyebrows and murmured to himself: "In the year of Yichou, in the month of Jimao, in the day of Guichou, in the hour of Renzi..."
"Found it, Zuo Mu San!!!"
His six blood eyes were tightly closed, and suddenly the blood eye in the lower left corner opened alone, and it was far twice as big as usual.
The fire worker started to tremble for no reason, especially blood oozing from his facial features, and his breathing became extremely heavy.
Song Zongwu said to Ren Qing: "I want to check the memory in his soul. If anything unusual appears, interrupt me immediately."
Just when Ren Qing wanted to ask, Song Zongwu had already pulled out a palm-sized humanoid shadow from the center of Huo Gong's eyebrows.
Song Zongwu touched the phantom with his open eyes, and used the six-eye prison-breaking method to directly obtain his memory.
Seeing this, Ren Qing was not too worried.
Although the more strange objects swallowed by the restricted area, the more terrifying the abilities displayed, but if you want to affect Sanxiang City...
The body of the pyrotechnician opened his eyes, and then stood up in a twisted manner.
Ren Qing took a few steps back and looked at him from a safer position.
wrong.
The means of the restricted area did not reach the level of remotely erasing the memories of tens of thousands of people. It deliberately returned the pyrotechnics to Sanxiang City.
Therefore, it was not the memory that was erased when the jailer stepped into the restricted area, but the situation that occurred when the fire workers from Hexing Street returned to Sanxiang City.
Who knows how many strange objects have been swallowed up in this forbidden area, so that they can control the pyrotechnics that become puppets from a long distance.
The flesh and blood on the puppet's body collapsed and aggregated little by little, making its body shape more and more deformed, like a pile of mud.
But Ren Qing didn't feel much threat from puppets, not even as good as ordinary people.
However, he did not relax at all. The heavy pupils in his eyes began to rotate, and he locked eyes on the puppet and moved around it.
But he didn't use the nerve and foot meridian. After all, he couldn't retract and open it freely. In such a narrow place, he would only be at a disadvantage.
At this time, the puppet crawled towards Song Zongwu at a speed far slower than that of an ordinary person.
Ren Qing couldn't help but have doubts. Why did he feel that the rain was heavy and the raindrops were light? The method in the restricted area couldn't be so simple, right?