boom!
With the sound of the door closing, Jiang Baimian suddenly felt that the air became thinner.
No, it's not thin, it's sticky, so thick that it seems to have solidified into a solid, and it has become an iron plate, making it impossible for people to absorb it.
Not only that, the air is still shrinking, like a pair of iron hands, trying to hold Jiang Baimian's throat, like layers of dirt, burying people.
Jiang Baimian turned his head hard and saw that Long Yuehong and Bai Chen's faces and expressions became abnormal.
Although as far as suffocation is concerned, the reaction will not be so fast, but Long Yuehong seems to have really entered a ghost story. Someone grabbed her neck and her whole person became groggy.
He struggled and tried to resist, but because of the "solidification" of the surrounding air, his movements were restricted.
Moreover, there was no one around him at all, and he didn't know what to do to get out of this predicament.
The most helpless thing is that you can't find your enemy at all.
When Jiang Baimian saw this, his waist and abdomen slammed violently, forcibly moved two steps, and came to Long Yuehong's side.
She stretched out her left palm and grabbed Long Yuehong's shoulder.
Then, she lifted Long Yuehong with force, just like throwing a shot put, and directly threw the teammate towards the stairs.
With Long Yuehong's weight, she still flew up lightly.
boom!
He hit the wall on one side of the stairs, bounced to the middle of the stairs, and rolled down very fast.
As her face and back kept colliding with the stairs, Long Yuehong fell dizzy and was powerless to stop it.
In two or three seconds, he rolled to the turn of the stairs.
Long Yuehong was surprised to find that the feeling of being strangled by her neck was much weaker, and her breathing recovered a little.
The viscosity of the air here is obviously much weaker than that of the seventh layer!
Without thinking why, Long Yuehong relied on instinct, experience and inertia to roll down the stairs connecting to the sixth floor.
With the sound of snapping, he finally returned to the sixth floor.
At this moment, he only felt that the air around him was so fresh, so wonderful, so touching.
When Long Yuehong flew to the entrance of the stairs, Shang Jianyao took his eyes away from him with regret and turned to Bai Chen.
Ding Ding Deng!
Shang Jianyao seemed to be dragging hundreds of kilograms of things to run, and his expression became hideous.
In a few steps, he had come to the back of Bai Chen's side.
He raised his right leg and slammed into Bai Chen's buttocks.
During this process, he seemed to have used up all his strength to suckle.
Bai Chen "flyed" to the stairway uncontrollably, turned into a rolling gourd, and fell down layer by layer.
At this time, Jiang Baimian and Shang Jianyao each held their breaths and ran to the stairs leading to the sixth floor.
They used all their strength, as if they were dragged by an invisible, powerful, ubiquitous, and increasingly powerful enemy.
With great effort, Jiang Baimian and Shang Jianyao arrived at the stairway one after the other.
Then, they covered their heads and faces, relying on the blessing of gravity, and rolled down.
After rolling all the way back to the sixth floor, Jiang Baimian finally felt that the air became normal.
She stood up straight with a carp, glanced at Long Yuehong and Bai Chen who were still dizzy, and said in a deep voice:
"Go back to your room first!"
If their reaction was a little slower just now, the whole group might stay on the seventh floor in the form of corpses.
That feeling of suffocation, that feeling of burial, is getting stronger and stronger!
In the air, the feeling of suffocation remained, and the four members of the "Old Tunes Group" returned to the room where "Garibaldi" was.
As for the corpse of the gray-robed monk on the stairs, they didn't have time or dared to care.
After closing the door, Shang Jianyao glanced at Long Yuehong, whose face was bruised, and complained to Jiang Baimian:
"You should throw Xiaobai."
Obviously, he wanted to kick Long Yuehong's ass more.
Jiang Baimian made a "heh":
"According to the team playbook, give priority to the closer one."
Yes, yes, I don't want to be kicked directly... Long Yuehong wanted to say that, but found that there were not many bruises on Bai Chen's face. She seemed to have reacted during the process of being kicked. , protect the head in advance.
In comparison, he was the first to roll the stairs, although he wasn't swollen to the point of a pig's head, he was also bruised everywhere.
He didn't dare to complain that the team leader threw it too hard, so that he didn't have time to react, so he could only laugh at himself for being unlucky.
At this time, Bai Chen forcibly brought the topic back to the right track.
She said in a low voice:
"I feel that there is more than one person on the seventh floor."
Someone is trying to confuse the "Old Tune Team" into that room; someone is preventing the door from opening; someone is trying to get the message out; can be done.
"Judging from the situation just now, there are at least two people fighting each other, and we are just one of the props." Jiang Baimian nodded.
She immediately glanced at Shang Jianyao:
"But it doesn't rule out that someone who is similar to Hi, has a split personality, and in reality, they will restrain each other and fight for a long time."
"I'll just say it!" Shang Jianyao had an expression I had foreseen.
He had previously assumed that the "Buddha's corresponding body" had ninety-eighty-one "personalities".
Long Yuehong recalled:
"I remember opening and closing at the same time, there was a clear tug of war.
"If it's really a split personality, can you fight each other directly?"
This is roughly equivalent to an awakened being able to use two abilities at the same time without relying on props.
"I'm not sure about that." Jiang Baimian turned his head to look at Shang Jianyao.
Shang Jianyao replied with a little regret:
"It's not yet possible, but it may be ok after entering the 'Spiritual Corridor'."
"So, the 'split personality theory' cannot be fully confirmed, and the 'suppressed devil's theory' is also a certain possibility." Jiang Baimian said thoughtfully, "However, this is not the point of the problem, after all, we have already escaped, After that, just remember not to go to the seventh floor no matter what. Now the point is, what does the 'Hom' in the room mean?"
"Hom Reproductive Medical Center in Fah Region?" Long Yuehong first thought of this.
Bai Chen nodded along:
"I think it refers to this. The person in the room wants us to go to one of the five holy places, the Holm Reproductive Medical Center in the ruins of Wasteland No. 13. There may be some secrets that he wants us to discover."
"Well." Jiang Baimian nodded lightly.
Obviously, she thought so too.
Purely in terms of words, hom means lowland and small island, and there is no special point. At least the "old tone group" can't think of any places that meet the conditions.
"I'm leaning towards the devil now." Shang Jianyao interrupted suddenly.
Actually, me too... Long Yuehong replied in a low voice in her heart.
The terrifying "demon" Wu Meng is sealed somewhere in the ruins of Wasteland No. 13. Now, Huo in Room 3 on the seventh floor of the Sikkaro Temple wants the "Old Tune Team" to go to the ruins of Wasteland No. 13. Mu Reproductive Medical Center.
Combined with the rumor that "Buddha's response" suppressed a demon, it's hard not to make people feel similar.
But in this way, the bizarre conclusion that "the Buddha's body should be" killed the monks in gray robes and silenced them.
Jiang Baimian has not responded yet, Shang Jianyao has already asked enthusiastically:
"Are you going?"
"Let's talk about it." Jiang Baimian said perfunctorily, "Even if the Hom Reproductive Medical Center is not equal to the secret laboratory, the danger will not be less. We still report to the company and see if we can get any tips."
After speaking, she looked around thoughtfully:
"Whenever we discuss things like that, the jhana masters don't seem to be 'involved'.
"Could it be that his 'he mind' was disturbed?"
While speaking, Jiang Baimian looked up at the ceiling.
"Maybe." Bai Chen nodded with understanding.
"I don't know how he did it..." Shang Jianyao looked longing.
At this time, "Garibaldi" who was tied to the bed asked them in confusion:
"What exactly are you talking about?"
Shang Jianyao pointed at Long Yuehong and lengthened his tone:
"We met a ghost..."
Giuseppe, who was sitting, followed Shang Jianyao's fingers, looked at Long Yuehong, and saw that his neck was red, but no fingerprints were prominent.
Giuseppe couldn't help shivering:
Is there really a ghost
During the brief silence, there was a sound of footsteps in the aisle.
Judging from the current time point, this should be the young monk who came to deliver breakfast.