After the Strange Talk Prevails

Text Chapter 328 The World in the Chair

Chen Tianluo was stunned for a moment, stared at the chair for a while, and finally made up his mind, clenched his fists and walked forward and sat down.

When I first sat down, I didn't feel any special feeling. This chair was ordinary, but it was a bit stiff to sit up. There was nothing unusual about it.

But soon, Chen Tianluo found that the surrounding scenes began to change. First of all, auditory hallucinations came from his ears. He heard the sound of sea waves, his body was as heavy as liquid metal poured into it, as if it was stuck on a chair, and there was a slight shaking all over his body. Feeling, the steady earth seems to be leaving him.

Immediately afterwards, the scene in front of me began to be distorted, like a whirlpool. Colors and colors mixed together and swallowed each other, stirring irregularly in a spiral, flowing around the retina like a liquid, and finally returned to their own. Location-a new scene is born.

From fuzzy to clear, he found that he was no longer in the observation room, but in front of a table!

There was a man sitting across the table. The man was wearing a damp black cocked hat. His rough palms with cracked skin rested on the knees of Erlang's legs. A pair of gloomy eyes watched him quietly.

The pupil was like a pool of black water without waves, a piece of nothingness, a void, and a dead silence.

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In the observation room, everyone saw Chen Tianluo once again entering the trance state observed before. Immediately afterwards, his body began to shake violently, as if suffering from a huge external force, his facial muscles were twisted into an extremely painful posture.

Maxson immediately ordered: "Pull him down."

"Professor, can you wait? This situation does not necessarily mean failure, wait a while." Soth said.

Maxson frowned and said nothing. He watched Chen Tianluo clenching his teeth on the chair to support him, his hands clasping the armrests of the chair. If the chair was an ordinary wooden chair, the armrests might have been deformed at this moment.

Rhett looked at the chair with a thoughtful expression.

He has special feelings for this chair, both fear and yearning.

He still clearly remembered that he used to sit in this chair when he was young, but the specific memory has been forgotten. Father Ronald didn't tell him what the final result was. He was shivering and screaming in the chair. It is still unknown.

But the kind of fear in the subconscious meant that he actually failed at that time, right?

What will you see when you sit on that chair?

What is it that can cause people to have such a huge fear, and even fall into hysterical madness?

"Mary, have you ever sat in that chair?" Reid asked.

Mary shrugged: "No, I don't want to sit on that ghost, it seems there is a problem."

"Ah ah ah ah ah--!!!"

Chen Tianluo screamed out of control, spitting out a series of unintelligible words, which are sharp syllables connected together, exceeding the range of human vocal cords.

After screaming, he began to laugh wildly, the laughter returned to the normal human voice, and the two weird voices switched back and forth.

"Isn't it said that it will only have a spiritual impact!"

Xiao Sheng went to the water and dragged him down, but he was still laughing continuously. In his wide eye sockets, his eyes turned at a high speed. Zhou Ming had never seen anyone who could turn his eyes in such a fast way... Perhaps Wang Siyan, who started the speed magic, could do it.

Soth responded coldly: "I don't think this level of physical damage is considered physical damage."

Eliminate another one.

Maxson's face became extremely ugly, and the test became even more weird.

The degree of evil of this chair exceeded his expectations. It was very difficult to test the spiritual inertia, and it was extremely deadly to the destruction of reason. In the relevant department, this must be a very dangerous forbidden object.

The expressions of the other subjects were also very ugly, with unconcealable fear in their eyes.

"In that case..." Maxson murmured, his gaze fell on Zhou Ming.

The first two failed examples prove that a little increase in spiritual inertia does not significantly increase the success rate. Maybe... he should try to let "creatures" outside the specifications try.

A human and weird descendant should be more able to resist this madness than ordinary humans, right?

"Zhou Ming, come and try."

Zhou Ming opened his mouth just to refuse, he hesitated, and finally walked to the chair.

He sat on the chair, looked around at the crowd, and then waited quietly.

This waiting didn't last long, and soon the abnormality suddenly appeared. The scene before his eyes began to be distorted, and his body was too heavy to move. He heard hallucinations in his ears. He heard the sound of the sea and the tip of his nose also smelled it. The smell of the sea.

It was colorful and colorful, and the colors were chaotic before his eyes, and then re-mixed and separated and formed.

A table, a man like a pirate, a pair of lifeless eyes like black water.

Zhou Ming moved his fingers and found that he could move again.

On the table in front of him was a chart and many sketches. The picture depicted a scene of turbulent waves in detail. Zhou Ming looked around and made sure that he was in the window and that it was a very old ship.

"Have you heard? The siren is singing." The man on the other side suddenly spoke, his voice hoarse and low.

Zhou Ming listened carefully ~www.wuxiaspot.com~ It seems that he really heard the faint singing voice, the more you listen carefully, the clearer the singing voice seems.

So he immediately stopped exploring the specific content of the sound, and instead stood up and started walking around.

In the observation room, he shouldn't make any movements, maybe he has already screamed, but what is this place, and what kind of relic is this chair?

"Only those who pass the test can leave here. Are you willing to accept the test?" the man said again.

Zhou Ming didn't talk to the other party. He decided to understand the current situation for himself and investigate this place.

Obviously, this cabin has a very story. From the details of the environment, you may be able to find the background story behind this chair.

The most critical point to crack a weirdness is to understand the origin of a weirdness.

He got up and started walking around here. It seemed to be a study room. There was a huge bookcase nailed to the wall. The bookcase was nailed to the wall. It was filled with a book. A wooden bar blocked it in the middle to prevent the book from falling out when the ship was shaking.

There is also a large desk with a large number of notebooks stacked on it. I opened the notebook and found that all the handwriting inside was unknown. The handwriting was written in red paint-is it blood?

Zhou Ming picked up the ink bottle with the quill pen on the table. The paint in it had dried up and had a strong stench, like fish blood.

"Ink is a luxury item, but recording does not necessarily require ink. The blood of some fishes is very thick and can be stored longer than ink." The man said, as if he could understand Zhou Ming's thoughts.

"Sister Xingyue." Zhou Ming said for the first time.

When he speaks, he is called Ping Xingyue.

"Are you in trouble?" Ping Xingyue's voice came from behind.

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