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"thump!!"

Qiong's face was filled with water as she watched the stone door of the attic collapse and hit the ground, falling into pieces.

Unidentified biological tissue pieces floated on the green, foul-smelling slime, which flowed out like water from a floodgate.

"Rumble--"

The whole place, including the entire building, suddenly trembled 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 is probably going to 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.

Amidst the blue smoke of birds and birds, he followed a specific retrograde trajectory and erased the mysterious symbols one stroke at a time.

Inspector Owen immediately floated up, the spiritual fire came out 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, there was nothing inside the containment altar, and another sudden change occurred in this secret realm...

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 be 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 there was only a few breaths to take a closer look. Moreover, the "Purple Bean Cake Lady" flew people too fast, so it would be useless to delve too deeply into it.

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, eventually people will get out of here.

He has to go even if he doesn't want to, and Fan Ning also has to go if he doesn't want to.

After getting the person, everything will be considered in the long run.

There were 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 is not too far away.

"Hangka!——"

It was raining heavily and it was dark in the mountains behind the Turner Hall.

Twenty or thirty black figures that seemed to be there or not were surrounding the five of them.

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.

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"Mr. He Meng, you didn't bring him out?" Norma Gunn said in the crowd

He Meng briefly described what happened next.

"...So, he will come out in a short time." His expression was 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 the appearance of fighting ability, but judging from the tone of Gang's words, this 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 Dawn. 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 Dawn. ?

It should be said that his analysis and estimation on this point are accurate.

The ruins of the "Great Palace School".

As early as when the Special Inspection Hall had just begun to interrupt the secret ceremony and dismantle the altar, Joan's purple figure floated into the attic.

"Cracking -crackling--"

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 one or two hundred deformed corpses of Professor Lorraine that have been 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, and densely packed mouthparts and heads are stacked and nested on the sofa and bed... Fortunately, it seems to have shrunk and collapsed. The final product no longer fills the entire attic space, and most of its vitality has been lost.

Joan's small figure flew left and right, avoiding those foul-smelling deformities.

Then she saw Fanning lying in a relatively clean area in the open space behind a screen. His clothes were torn like a sieve, and there were large stains on his exposed skin, but his spiritual body was basically intact, and there was a roll of gel-like transparent strips wrapped around his left wrist.

His breath was indeed very weak, but he didn't look like he was running out of energy, but like... a state similar to that of recovering from a serious illness?

And... there seemed to be tears on his face?

"It's strange, it's obviously you who are going to die, and it's obviously me watching you."

Qiong breathed a sigh of relief, but there was some confusion in her eyes, and it seemed that there was nothing special here except the residual meat, and the transmutation pipes were gone.

Finally, her eyes swept to the side of Fanning's left foot, where there was a small black metal box.

From the glass hole on it, it looked like a flashlight with a strange shape?

Amid the roar of the collapse, the vision was a little dizzy.

There was no time to think further. Although the concrete evil creature of the "Split Pupa" had been inactivated, she was an invisible existence high up in the upper house, and her high concentration of knowledge pollution still remained here.

After staying for a while, Qiong felt that illusory double images began to appear in front of her eyes, and some tiny units in her body were splitting up.

Moreover, the complete collapse of the Misty Secret Realm has entered the countdown.

She pulled Fanning's spirit up.

"What's going on here?" He woke up and spoke hoarsely just as the two of them floated up.

The question was asked subconsciously. After scanning the surrounding situation, Fanning himself was already clear, and the black flashlight also stumbled into his hand under his control.

"You woke up, so I still believe that you have a sense of propriety in the future." Qiong said.

"Of course." Fanning, who was still dizzy, said "um".

He felt that the other party's concern had not changed, and there was nothing wrong with the content of the words.

But I don't know what factors played a role. In such a short time, her personality and temperament seemed to have changed further.

"You must leave immediately. I can't protect you in the chaotic migration cracks after the collapse."

There was obviously no time to communicate too much about what happened just now.

"How can I see you later?" Fan Ning stretched out his hand and slowly stroked the soft corset.

"Try to think of 'Sicilian Dance' when you fall asleep, but I'm not sure what will happen next. Maybe there is a small probability." Her answer was concise.

The two of them flew to the French window. He Meng had just left, and the resistant invisible well was recovering its original open nature.

The scenes outside the window and inside the room became very strange - some places were already an inexplicable void, some were completely irrelevant and difficult to see clearly, or they were consistent with the adjacent things, but showed dense ulcers like the cochlea.

"Be careful of 'Miss Scarlet'." As the bricks and stones fell, she looked up at Fan Ning again.

"Understood."

Although the previous confrontation was safe, if there was a little more deviation, such as Vincent's creation was one less, and he was four to one, or the position of "Cocoon" was not occupied by Kumiye, and he was five to two, then with the status of "Miss Scarlet", things would develop in a completely different direction.

Amid the tremors, the girl gave instructions in a calm, fast and serious tone:

"The Order has risen very high in the Hui Tower. Many extraordinary methods are transcendental and untraceable. Sometimes it is not that you are not smart and cautious, or that you act impulsively and erratically, but that you can hardly get rid of the influence of those beings... I suspect that the decision to enter the secret door at that time was related to some hint from 'Miss Scarlet', the purpose was to attract me to dream along that specific path so that I could be controlled... As for you, although I don't know what her purpose is, she has been eyeing you for a long time, and you have been used once invisibly."

Fanning nodded slightly again: "The escape and sublimation of "The Painful Room" is now obvious."

If he kept nodding and agreeing, it would not be common on weekdays.

"What's wrong with your expression?" Joan looked at him puzzledly.

"Nothing."

"Are your eyes uncomfortable?"

"The premiere was held and ended as scheduled." Fanning turned his head away and looked at the floor-to-ceiling glass window.

Hearing this, the girl's petite figure suspended in the air froze in place.

What he meant was...

The festering holes all over the space were swallowing everything.

"I have to go, see you later." Fanning's eyes flashed with a cold light, and he pulled off the pale purple corset with a wisp of divinity, wrapped it in his hand, and took a run-up and threw himself into the invisible well.

Joan, who had come to her senses, shouted:

"Be careful of those people. You are not in a good condition now, and you only have this extraordinary string..."

Fanning's back had disappeared.

A process of shuttling through chaotic cracks at high speed, with an unknown direction.

The colors and lines in front of him were spinning wildly, but he had already felt the "cocoon"-like extraordinary pigment in his pocket, which was correcting the disordered trajectory and gradually pointing to a direction not too far away.

It should be night when he wakes up.

Returning to the back mountain of the Turner Art Museum, Fanning's nerves were tense, ready to deal with emergencies at any time.

Suddenly, a strange slippery feeling came from the tip of his tongue, and then his left wrist tightened again!

Several notes with lines appeared inexplicably in front of him: "re, fa, # do".

A D minor major seventh chord with an augmented third interval and a violent and rough sound.

"Gel fetal membrane!?"

When he first encountered the "Painful Room" in the sealed room, it was this that helped him resist infection and dissolution, and then the mark on it inexplicably had an extra "sharp do" superimposed on the original d minor triad.

So Fanning's first reaction was that he had encountered some "pool" phase contamination again, which triggered the reaction of this ritual vessel.

But he was surprised to find that this gel fetal membrane, in the next moment, used its own stronger spiritual fluctuations to cover the original "cocoon" phase pigment's direction correction!

Fanning felt like he was sitting in a car that braked suddenly and then stepped on the accelerator to reverse.

A stumble, and another bigger stumble.

The return direction of the waking world suddenly changed dramatically and thoroughly!

"...Path Reconstruction Method?"

"Find a 'marker', take the 'primer' to a specific place in the waking world? Then achieve some kind of mystical closed loop?"

"In this way, later people can enter the return channel with the 'primer' and return to the path marked at that time?"

"!!! Could this real 'primer' be..."

The chaotic color lines in front of him stopped for a moment, and then spun more wildly in the counterclockwise direction.

He recalled the day when he parked the car at the Highwaller Manor, Luo Yin unfolded a small piece of folded woodblock printing paper and read it gently in the dim light.

"...In the year 871 of the new calendar, an inexplicable fire burned down the 'Free Folk Herbal Shop' owned by Vasius' parents."

"...Coincidentally, a short while ago, we found that a man had visited this 'Free Folk Herbal Shop' several times. This man was named Weien and was an organist."

"...His main concern was to treat glaucoma. At first, there was a significant improvement, but it didn't last long and went downhill again. So the owner of the 'Free Folk Herbal Shop' gave Weien a token and told him that their herbal skills were learned from the South Continent. The treatment effect was not ideal, perhaps because they had not yet learned it well."

"...After several suggestions from the herbal shop, Weien finally made up his mind and went to the South Continent to seek medical treatment in person according to the contact address on the token."

Fanning was hit by a wave of horror that made his hair stand on end.

He recalled the night in Santaran Castle when the two of them visited the "Reladim Chemical Company" at night, and Hiran played Vasius, cooperating with him in acting at the Sylvia rooftop party.

Who is acting for whom?

What kind of existence is manipulating all this invisibly? Is one party using him, or are there multiple parties playing games?

There was no time to carefully review the seemingly normal conversation process that day.

Because of the sudden change, Fanning, who had finally "recovered from a serious illness", had an old injury and a splitting headache. Everything was falling at a high speed and distorted.

The words in his mind could no longer be connected into a long logical sentence.

Eye disease? ...

Seeking medical treatment? ...

The former site of the Turner Art Museum?

Apostle? Primer? Token?

Is this the so-called...token? ? ?

Fanning's close-range positioning sense from the back mountain of the Turner Art Hall, which was originally similar to He Meng's group, was thrown far away like a cannonball.

The new direction was very far, so far that it was beyond this city, beyond this empire, beyond this continent!

The consciousness completely fell into the endless darkness!