About half an hour ago, Lu Xiaohe sat paralyzed in the dark.
A while after Yin Ren entered, the darkness around them suddenly broke apart, and the unique sound of glass breaking came from outside. Looking out through the protective shield, the dim waiting room was distorted and messed up, and the world around the two people seemed to be collapsing.
The evil spirit readings returned by the device remained high, far exceeding the appearance of a large evil creature. However, there was no evil creature around, only evil spirits of unknown origin lingering around.
Fu Tianyi had never seen such a battle before, so he started shaking from head to toe.
But Lu Xiaohe did not stop collecting data, and he did not know whether he should stop maintaining the cage, so he had to bear it - he had never output such a huge amount of power for a long time. Fu Tianyi's face turned pale, and he felt that even his bone marrow had been squeezed into powder.
The two of them guarded a strand of Yin Ren's hair, not daring to make a sound.
A beam of fire broke through the darkness, and a sturdy fire dragon penetrated the broken space and circled in the darkness. The originally weird and broken space seemed somewhat normal after being strung by the fire. There were three figures following behind the fire, walking calmly.
"Fu Xingchuan!" Fu Tianyi recognized his senior at once, and tears almost burst out. Even so, he still did not dare to stop performing the spell.
Fu Xingchuan did not comfort the two people immediately. He limped to the gap and looked at the hair of Yin Ren that was left outside.
Ge Tingting rushed to Lu Xiaohe and hugged the sweaty scientist. Huang Jin took out two talismans from his talisman bag and threw one to each of them.
"But... Yin Ren..." Fu Tianyi hesitated.
"In our line of work, death is always sudden. It seems that Yandu is still too peaceful."
Before Fu Tianyi could finish his thoughts, the ball whizzed through his defenses like a piece of toilet paper - the kind that was soaked in water.
Fu Xingchuan cleared his throat and chanted a string of obscure and difficult-to-understand syllables. Its rhythm was peculiar and quite ancient.
Ge Tingting opened her eyes wide and stared at the darkness that swallowed everything. She didn't cry, but her eyes were dry and painful.
In just a few months, two people.
Tuanzi slammed on the brakes on Fu Xingchuan's forehead. It stuck close to Fu Xingchuan's brow, transmitting cognitive spells while wailing.
With an almost tragic mood, he turned the power he had not yet withdrawn to the dumpling. He had to protect Fu Xing...
There was a certain decisiveness in his words, and it was clear that he would not tolerate any questions.
At the moment when the space was basically pieced together, Fu Xingchuan's chanting rhythm gradually accelerated. Countless fine threads popped out from the blood beads, completely penetrating the nearby space, as if adding countless tendons to it.
Huang Liang's perception transmission ended, and Fu Xingchuan's expression was so gloomy that water seemed to drip out. The fire dragon's warm light illuminated the surrounding space, but Fu Xingchuan's face was still cold.
The blood that had seeped out did not gather and drip, but instead condensed into pea-sized pieces, hanging in the air. Fu Xingchuan's hair and earrings fluttered and solidified, hanging unnaturally in the deep shadows.
"That's it?" he asked with a hint of meaning, "Could he really..."
She had seen Zhong Chengshuo being brutally shot in front of her, with blood splashing at her feet. The death of that senior was so intense that she could hardly breathe.
Fu Tianyi didn't dare to move a step.
Huang Jin lowered his head, his features sank into shadows.
A-level evil creature, Huangliang.
Why is there a yellow sorghum here? Why does Fu Xingchuan seem to be very familiar with this yellow sorghum? !
It is a taboo to have private contact with dangerous evil creatures! Fu Tianyi stared at the yellow sorghum without blinking, and almost forgot to breathe.
Extremely tired, the young practitioner's mind went blank.
As soon as Fu Tianyi let go, a walnut-sized, watery ball squeezed out from the gap and shot towards Fu Xingchuan like a cannonball. At the same time, the strand of Yin Ren's hair that was left outside broke instantly, and the protective spell collapsed instantly.
"Sacrificed." Fu Xingchuan replied with an unpleasant expression, "It's not safe here. I'll get you out right away."
Yin Ren... But Yin Ren, he just said goodbye to them briefly, and then disappeared into the unknown. They didn't even know how he died, just like the crystal dew on the leaves at night, disappearing before sunrise.
"Yeah, how could it be so simple? That Yin Ren is ridiculously strong."
After doing all this, Fu Xingchuan sighed. He took out a small knife and cut a deep and long wound on his arm vertically.
The space is still trembling slightly, and small cracks are squeezed out, but at least the original appearance can be seen.
The two people who lived by her side couldn't even return home with their bodies.
Maybe he just didn't have a reference, Fu Tianyi thought vaguely. The situation was critical, he must have been frightened. No matter how mysterious and skilled Yin Ren was, he couldn't beat the real No. 1 Ghost General.
Fu Tianyi interrupted Huang Jin like in a dream, and green smoke seemed to come out of his head.
"Curiosity kills. I remember that was the first lesson in safety."
"Is that yellow sorghum a message? Can Yin Ren control the yellow sorghum? Are you sure he's dead? What happened in the gap?"
"Tsk." Fu Xingchuan made a quiet gesture with his hand.
He pinched a few tricks, and dozens of giant fire dragons shrank to the size of thin snakes. They swam along the hair that Yin Ren left outside and drilled into the gaps one after another.
The distortion of the air in the area of a dozen square meters suddenly slowed down. The ruins kept shaking, as if a force was fighting against the collapse here, trying to squeeze the space together.
Group 9 was probably ignorant and fearless. Ge Tingting was the first to speak: "Where's Yin Ren? How's Yin Ren?"
In the darkness, Ge Tingting opened her eyes wide, with a look of pure confusion on her face. She stood there in a daze, obviously unable to digest the news. Lu Xiaohe held her shoulders, his eyes slightly red.
Fu Xingchuan spoke without any intonation, and the blood on the wound continued to gather and gradually coagulated into a blood cell.
Fu Xingchuan glared at him and said, "That's enough. How long are you going to continue giving blood transfusions to that corpse cage?"
Fu Xingchuan made a strange gesture and pressed the wound tiredly: "You can use the defensive spell now, it's okay."
Seeing that Fu Xingchuan also used amazing magic, the impact from Yin Ren's real power was slightly smaller.
Ge Tingting was still staring at the gap in a daze.
"Yin Ren went in, and the attacker hasn't appeared since. I wonder if he went in too." Fu Tianyi quickly stuffed the talisman into his chest and wiped the sweat from his head. "Suddenly, the space fluctuated, and I didn't detect any evil presence—"
Fu Xingchuan was already reinforcing the retreat route. Fu Tianyi squatted at Fu Xingchuan's feet and poked Huang Liang, busy questioning his life. Huang Liang ignored him and just collapsed on the ground, crying loudly.
Lu Xiaohe was pulling at her clothes, saying something. But Ge Tingting was in no mood to look at her phone. She could probably guess that Lu Xiaohe was trying to persuade her to go back. Huang Jin activated a Qingxin spell and carefully put it into Ge Tingting's pocket.
But... But...
Ge Tingting couldn't take his eyes away from the empty darkness.
At this moment, it is like death itself.
She didn't know if it was her illusion, but something seemed to be moving in the deep darkness.
Like a whirlpool.
But compared to the calm and regular vortex, this one was spinning much more restlessly. There were a lot of strange lumps of matter mixed in it, like fresh meat that hadn't been pulverized in a grinder yet.
Ge Tingting stared at the strange vortex and pulled Lu Xiaohe's hand hard. Lu Xiaohe said something sadly and turned to face Ge Tingting, but when she saw Ge Tingting's face clearly, she screamed.
The next moment, the surrounding detection machines screamed along with her.
The originally stable space was broken into blood threads one by one, and it was violently agitated again. This time, it was not shattered into pieces cleanly, but twisted into vortices of varying sizes, like an overdone liquefied special effect.
Fu Xingchuan suddenly stopped in his tracks and rushed back in disbelief—
The youngest member of the nine groups was staring at the gap, his eyes unblinking, tears of blood flowing down his face. Fu Xingchuan acted decisively, and a dark spell blinded Ge Tingting's eyes. Huang Jin came up unconsciously, and Fu Tianyi was also hit in the abdomen by Huang Liang and fell back to Fu Xingchuan's feet.
Fu Xingchuan didn't care whether he would lose too much blood or not. The blood threads wrapped around the five people layer by layer, forming a solid sphere. Compared with Fu Xingchuan's current expression, the cold look just now could be described as "like a spring breeze".
Fu Tianyi had never seen Fu Xingchuan with such a vicious expression.
He didn't dare to pursue the matter of Huang Liang any further, and didn't even dare to stand up. The Fu family rookie just lay there obediently, "What's wrong?"
"The breath of God."
Fu Xingchuan's face turned pale and he let the blood flow.
He did not answer Fu Tianyi's question, but muttered into the phone.
"Completely seal off Haigu City People's Hospital. People outside are ready for preventive closure measures and the Great Sealing Technique!"
Huang Jin's expression changed: "Wait, what should we do?"
"Hold on for now!" Fu Xingchuan gritted his teeth, "It's too late to run away. Once the concentration of the evil force increases, we won't know how we died!"
At the same time, at the other end of the gap.
The remains of Mr. Qiu stuck in the transition space trembled violently, and many body parts flew around. It was as if something invisible was tearing at it, twisting the space into an ominous vortex.
An extremely cold aura was stirring in the air.
If it was half an hour ago, Yin Ren might have been cold-hearted and fought to the death with this unknown. Now - now the Ghost King quickly pulled out a large suitcase, padded it with some wings, and stuffed Zhong Cheng into it.
Zhong Cheng tilted his neck in confusion.
"Something is wrong, let's run!" Yin Ren said loudly.
Now that Zhong Cheng said he had no clothes, he could only use something else to carry the levitation technique - a huge suitcase flew up, containing his lover who was incomprehensible in every sense of the word.
Everything was ready, Yin Ren flew out at the fastest speed, breaking through the darkness with the suitcase like a reindeer pulling a sled. He wanted to imitate Mr. Qiu and tear open a crack leading to other transition spaces, but he was afraid that the other side was a magma deep sea, and he might hurt Zhong Chengshuo, who he had finally found.
You have to escape along this transition space.
The distortion behind me grew bigger and closer. A strange tremor came from all directions in the west, like chewing.
Along with the unknown chewing sound, the strange and evil power in the space became stronger and stronger, full of pain and madness. They did not flee in all directions, but aimed at Yin Ren and pressed straight towards him.
If the Mr. Qiu that Yin Ren had photographed before was like clear water, then these things in front of him were like dirty mudslides. This fierce power was too unstable, and if you took a bite of it, you might go crazy.
Yin Ren could only barely pass through these surging forces and rush towards the boundary of space.
But the space was not big, and he had already known this when he stretched his body just now.
Soon, the ghost king and his underworld sled reached the end of the road. The other side was not dark, but countless young men in red standing on the other side of the gap. The broken space was like copying and pasting, connecting regularly in the void.
On the other side of the ruined corridor, the violent and murderous force almost condensed into liquid. Wherever it flowed, countless spaces looped and twisted, they kept spinning and instantly lost their original appearance.
Yin Ren turned the suitcase behind him. The evil energy in the air was so strong that it made him uncomfortable. Yin Ren didn't want to know what would happen if he was drowned by that thing, and he didn't want to know what Zhong Cheng said would happen if he encountered these things.
What on earth is that?!
Five seconds.
The violent and evil force formed a wave and quickly approached the two people.
Yin Ren changed his previous negative attitude and became sweaty with anxiety. He protected the suitcase with his whole body and never thought so quickly before.
"Split the space and escape" is like drawing lots, he said to Zhong Cheng, don't take risks. Even if you are lucky and draw the right space, these things may chase you down.
Fu Xingchuan's fire dragon just now pointed out the direction to the outside world. But if they escape directly to the outside world, even if a little bit of these evil forces surge out, it will cause a disaster.
Four seconds.
Yin Ren could almost see the dizzying whirlpool in the turbid torrent.
Think, you must think.
This is probably a sunken base. The group built a base in the transition space and took precautions - the space here is like a toy building block. If there is a problem with any part, it can be directly "dismantled" and isolated.
But mortals are not gods after all, and this kind of "demolition" is nothing more than using magic to lower barriers and roughly divide.
In other words, connected to this transition space must be the remaining part of the sunken base.
Three seconds.
He had no choice.
Yin Ren hugged the suitcase tightly, and the ends of his black hair suddenly stretched out. He deliberately avoided the area where Fu Xingchuan came to contact, and his hair scattered in the remaining directions.
Yin Ren had no confidence at all because he had just learned the skills from Mr. Qiu and had never used them before.
But at that moment, he had to do it even if he couldn't.
With the surging power, the hair instantly pierced through thousands of adjacent transition spaces. The almost torrent of perceptions penetrated Yin Ren's mind and almost knocked him out. Yin Ren held his body, panting in pain, forcing himself to feel desperately.
The void sea is filled with mud, ice, snow and magma... There is no breath of life...
Steel, cement, stone, sand, strong acid... but there is still no breath of life...
No... No... No...
My skills are still too immature and unfamiliar, and it is really difficult to distinguish the scent of living creatures. The torrent of evil power was right in front of him, and the trembling of his wings became more and more obvious.
Maybe they can only try their luck...
Two seconds.
A hand stretched out from the suitcase and grabbed Yin Ren's hair. The hand moved its bent fingers and pointed at itself with difficulty, then pointed at the distance.
In a flash, Yin Ren understood what his partner meant.
Before the space was divided, Zhong Cheng said that he might have stayed in other areas. He was not used to distinguishing unfamiliar scents, but if he was chasing the scent of his lover, who was extremely familiar to him...
In the space that was like thousands of bubbles, a strand of hair moved slightly.
One second.
A sound of breaking through the air was heard.
The next moment, Yin Ren, dressed in red, dragged the floating silver suitcase and landed on one knee on the neat ground.
In front of him was an endless corridor that looked exactly like the one in the deepest part of the Sunken Society's underground morgue.
The author has something to say:
The headless boyfriend in the suitcase... sounds like quite a horror story.
Xiao Zhong & Xiao Yin: Hello friends from the Sinking Club, we are back again!
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