Gunfire, Punk and Necromancer

Using the comic strips in his hands as a benchmark, Zhuang Xuteng concentrated on recreating the details of the dream. The dream is still trying to resist, as if it is alive. This feeling of competition was extremely clear, and Zhuang Xuteng became more and more convinced that he was not fighting against memory, but suppressing and taming the shadow followers.

As the confrontation continued, the graphics on the stone pillars of the dream hall became clearer and clearer, and the details of the patterns became richer, and then a phenomenon that had never happened in last night's nightmare occurred. The bright green light slowly flows along the lines of the figure, starting from a circle, gradually lighting up the entire stone pillar, and adding an eerie green halo to the entire hall.

Strange things happened.

The air flow around Zhuang Xuteng slowed down, and the smoke from the cigarette first became like running water, and then continued to condense and turned into a jelly-like state. The light dimmed, and the brightness of the sunlight coming in from the window was reduced, just like the black stratocumulus clouds that suddenly occupied the entire sky before a rainstorm.

Gorgondo and Lucy go into slow motion, and they seem unaware of it. Facing this weird phenomenon, Zhuang Xuteng was also very scared. He stretched out his hand to Ge Gongdao and wanted to call out at the same time. Only then did he realize that his body had become extremely slow and almost stagnant, but his mind and spirit still maintained normal working conditions.

The light became darker and darker, and the scenery outside the window soon disappeared, and then Gongdao and Lucy were also swallowed up by darkness. It seems that only Zhuang Xuteng is left in the whole world, and he rules a silent world alone. At this time, panic was no longer enough to describe his mood, extreme depression was a more appropriate description. He really wanted to get out of his current state, and he really wanted to get back to normal.

"How could this happen...how...it's wrong! This may be Ying Cong's trick. It wants to scare me and drive me crazy!"

This idea may not be right, but it became the pillar that allowed Zhuang Xuteng to calm down. He kept reminding himself that although he didn't know if the darkness lurked danger, he was unscathed so far, so there was no need to panic. Observing, listening, sniffing, groping, the unknown has always been the norm for everyone, what’s so scary about it?

When his mind calmed down, he heard a sound coming from the darkness. The voice was suddenly near and far away. When it was far away, it seemed like it was beyond the ends of the world. When it was close, it was like a whisper on my shoulder. The voice is sometimes fine and sharp, sometimes rough and deep, and contains sniggering, crying, roaring and sighing. And surrounded by these sobs and murmurs, an emotionless and repeated word was hidden inside.

Zhuang Xuteng listened intently, and the voice repeatedly chanted:

Heaven exists and earth exists;

God is, I am;

life and death;

All present, all absent.

"What do you mean?" Zhuang Xuteng didn't understand. He just felt that the voice was very tempting and seemed to be speaking the truth. He wanted to hear more. At this moment, a glimmer of light appeared in the darkness, which was the glowing stone pillar before. The graphics above flow, mysterious and mysterious. The green light gradually drove away the darkness, and Zhuang Xuteng finally saw his surroundings clearly.

Inexplicably, he returned to the hall in his dream and stood here down to earth, feeling the hardness and coldness of the ground. There were no corpses or pools of blood of his family and friends in the hall, which made him feel better.

A broken black marble throne stood in front of him. It seemed like it had been hit with a heavy hammer thousands of times and was already scarred. Debris, large and small, were scattered around the chair, creating an open space that was not covered by the black mist.

Leaving the throne and the debris area, the rest of the hall was covered in black mist, which was completely different from the scene in the dream. The mist can just cover the top of the feet, and its texture is thick, giving people a sticky feeling.

The mist avoided the throne and Zhuang Xuteng, staying one meter away, forming a circle around him. At the same time, the mist did not wrap around the 72 stone pillars supporting the hall, and was very cautiously hidden half a meter away from the stone pillars. Zhuang Xuteng looked at the stone pillars and found that their surfaces were mottled and damaged, and that they had been vandalized like the throne. Those graphics and patterns were severely damaged. Not only were their shapes completely lost, it was also difficult to see whether the patterns originally existed there.

What is going on, daydreaming? Is the pink skull shadow trying to influence my emotions again?

Zhuang Xuteng breathed slowly and felt his heart carefully. Although this thing was weird, he didn't feel any fear at all. In the hall, he felt relaxed and comfortable at home, a mood obviously caused by the Pink Skull. However, this probably means that there is no threat to Zhuang Xuteng here. So... why don't you try to walk around?

As soon as the thought came up, there was a change: Zhuang Xuteng watched himself slowly walking towards the throne, sat in skillfully, then raised his right hand leisurely and patted the armrest twice. This is a series of ghosts that never happened, but are about to happen.

Zhuang Xuteng started walking, acting exactly according to the phantom he had just seen. He couldn't control his body, he could only clearly feel the firmness of each step as it landed. The fragments stung the feet, causing a slight sting. The pain was so real that it was hard for him to believe that it was something that could be tinkered with in a dream.

The stone chair that is close to the body is warm, the temperature is slightly higher than the body temperature, and it is very warm and comfortable. Zhuang Xuteng looked around curiously and suddenly realized that he could finally control his body! His first action was to stand up, but this action immediately caused his body to stiffen, and then he was sent back to the stone throne. He tried a few times and figured it out: he could only move while sitting; whenever he wanted to get up, he would be forcibly moved back to the throne.

"I can see, hear, speak, and touch. The ground and the throne have temperature and texture. This dream is too real! I now understand why those people are driven crazy by Ying Cong - true and false It is indeed difficult to distinguish, and you can still enter the illusion while standing. If it remains like this for a long time, sooner or later your spirit will not be able to bear it."

Zhuang Xuteng twisted around on the throne, tried various postures, and searched every corner carefully, but found no traps or clues. He habitually scratched his head with his right hand, and when he was about to put his hand down, he suddenly thought: He had not patted the right armrest twice as shown by the phantom.

Do you want to take a photo or not? Zhuang Xuteng thought for a moment, and there seemed to be nothing else to do. So he straightened his posture, imitating the phantom's appearance, raising his hand, taking a picture, raising his hand, and taking a picture again.

Pink light appeared from his shoulders and enveloped his head, disguising his appearance as a pink skull. The pink light spread downwards, causing him to look down and see that his body was wrapped in a blue-purple robe. The robe was decorated with patterns in the same style as the stone pillars, and was dotted with bright and gorgeous gems of various colors. It was definitely something extraordinary at first glance.

Zhuang Xuteng turned into an image wearing a robe and a pink skull head. Only his hands were left exposed on his original body. He also found that his left hand was inexplicably holding a quarter-meter-long gold scepter with a fist-sized pink diamond on the top. He wore nine huge rings on his right hand. In addition to the five long black nails, every knuckle was occupied by rings, and the rings were also full of gems.

How much I love gems!

How much can this be exchanged for?

The pink light moved from the top of the head to the toes, and then continued downward, finally converging in front of the throne and rushing into the black mist. Wherever the pink light goes, the mist retreats and evades, and then condenses around again, covering the pink light layer by layer. The pink light was not in a hurry, it stopped calmly, split into two, and turned into two pink vortexes. They are spread out while rotating, each showing a perfect circle shape, and the two circles are connected by an hourglass-shaped light belt. There is a pink skull light spot in the vortex on Zhuang Xuteng's left, and there are two green light spots in the vortex on the right. At this time, the two green light spots moved quickly, approaching the pink skeleton.

In the main hall, the messy whimpering and murmurings disappeared, the repeated chanting disappeared, and instead the sound of bells came from above. There was only one bell at first, and then more and more bells joined in, until the bells roared like a torrential rain. Zhuang Xuteng was so noisy that he felt dizzy and in a trance. No matter how hard he struggled, he could neither stop the bell nor leave his seat.

Almost tortured to death...

at the same time……

Constitution City, the capital of the Republic of the Third Era, is located in Xinke District, a research institute located two hundred meters deep below the pedestrian park.

Researcher Dr. Truth Booker removed the magnifying glass from the bridge of his nose and adjusted it in his hand. Previously, he was using this shadow device to carefully review the cultural relics brought back by the "Exploration Company".

"Those guys who just graduated from the Scarlet Academy are all still in their infancy and know nothing about the truth about light and shadow! Do you think they are capable if they can manipulate the box of light and capture shadows? The real secret is actually in these cultural relics, which contain half of the truth. The secret of why the divine world was once so powerful!”

The thing he was looking at carefully was a fragment of parchment. The "Highdimensional Language" text on it was worth studying. So far, there is still no standard for how to translate this text, and many people have different understanding systems and methods. While examining the preservation of these fragments, Dr. Bukele muttered the "spell" of "Show me the secret quickly."

Suddenly, the fibrous texture layer of the parchment fragments showed a green shimmer, forming a vague and mysterious pattern. The doctor was shocked and quickly looked at it, thinking about calling his colleagues. But he didn't have such a chance at all. Time seemed to stand still for a moment, and he felt like he was suddenly sucked into the parchment.

At the same time, at the research headquarters of Dingxin Magic Group in Summit City, researcher Hill Li, who was checking the warehouse according to the instructions of his superiors, yawned. She put the warehouse list on the shelf nearby, took out a small bottle from the pocket of her white dust jacket, opened her eyelids with one hand, and dripped it in with the other hand.

"Check, check, check the hell! Don't you want to watch me from the surveillance camera?" Hill is a young and beautiful beauty, especially when she is wearing a company uniform, she looks even more seductive. The warehouse director required her to wear a hip-covering skirt, stockings and black high-heeled shoes when working. Such clothing, especially high-heeled shoes, was obviously not suitable for long-term walking or standing work. But the warehouse director arranged a large number of repeated individual inspections for her, and then went to the monitoring room to spy on her through the camera.

"You're such a pervert..." Hill Li frowned, silently venting his dissatisfaction. She wanted to be transferred out of this position as soon as possible and out of the sight of the pervert director, but she lacked the means. To this end, she is working hard to learn runes and lizard language, hoping to become a translator for the exploration team. Although I heard that the work of the exploration team is somewhat dangerous, there are no voyeurs and perverts there.

After picking up the list again, Hill noticed a strange green light on the shelf before he even took two steps. She looked at the source of the light. A handicraft statue with a human body and a crocodile head was glowing and shaking at the same time. She was about to call out to her colleagues, but found that her throat was pinched and her body was restrained. She seemed to see the crocodile grow its mouth and swallow her in one mouthful.

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