"It seems to be me."
Yin Ren shrank away from Zhong Chengshuo, his voice so soft that he couldn't hear it. His breath hit Zhong Chengshuo's ears, itching and warm.
Li Nian walked to Fu Xingchuan, who was busy with other things, and whispered something. The green willow branches that locked the two of them had a little more strength, and they became even tighter.
Zhong Cheng said, looking at the weird murals covering the walls, turned to look at Yin Ren, and then looked at the murals. He really couldn't match the figure on the mural who looked like the king of ghosts to Yin Ren - the Yin Ren he saw most often only had two modes: "lying on the sofa" and "lying on the sofa".
But he did see similar scenes before.
In the archives, when Yin Ren lost control. Zhong Cheng said he had seen the "person" covered in red seals.
The three-meter-tall blood-red thing staggered ahead of many evil things. Regardless of the size of the evil thing behind that thing, they all bowed their heads and walked in an orderly manner, like the most loyal soldiers. But the thing moved very casually. A pair of pale bare feet stepped into the mud, and the dark brown mud spots were lined with skin, making them almost black.
It was walking in the long-destroyed past, and there were soft sounds of fragmentary collisions coming from its body.
Embroidery, shackles, wooden charms, and jade pieces, together with the bells on the thing's feet, interweave an ominous symphony. The red cloth and yellow talismans on its body are similar to Yin Ren's "fierce" form.
What is hidden under those layers of seals
Zhong Cheng said that his rounded nails pressed against the palm of Yin Ren's hand, making a small dent in the warm skin.
He knew in his heart the "correct" way to deal with it, but he always felt that he should ask something, anything...
What was he going to ask
It was Qi Xin who asked the question.
Why is Sinking targeting you
Why, when you talk about "evil things", do you sound like the "evil things" group has nothing to do with you
But Zhong Cheng also understood that no matter which issue it was, it was definitely not something that could be explained in a few words, let alone being discussed in detail here and now. Yin Ren must also understand this. They have always been patient and they can wait.
Zhong Cheng's fingertips touched Yin Ren's skin as he spoke. Yin Ren admitted so readily that he had no idea what to ask.
Ordinary people are dragged into this nightmare-like place, and "can still take care of themselves" can be considered quite brave. Qi Xin can be said to be a warrior among warriors. Despite her pale face, she can still squeeze out some energy to ask questions.
[But at that time, I would be mixed in with all the evil things and covered in red, and I would be the only one. ] Yin Ren's strokes were heavier than before, and his movements showed confidence.
Zhong Cheng held his breath for a while. He did not speak directly, but held Yin Ren's hand and wrote quickly on his skin.
The red figure gradually shrank and blurred, completely overlapping with the person on the mural. Yin Ren stood next to him with a smile in his eyes, and behind him were layers of hallucinatory research buildings.
Qi Xin stretched out a hand, and his fingertips stopped a few centimeters away from the red color. The pair of simple shoes stepped on the feet of the monster corpse, next to the deformed monster feet, and the artificial leather surface gave off a dim light.
Even Professor Li glanced at her in surprise.
If that was Yin Ren from thousands of years ago...
Zhong Cheng was speechless. He conservatively estimated that Yin Ren's "before" was most likely to have reached the Gong Dynasty period.
Yin Ren also took advantage of the situation and switched to writing to communicate: [I have never been here, so I can't be completely sure. The Sinking Club was very annoying before. When they came to me, I would hide if I could avoid them, and I would beat them if I couldn't.]
[Why do you say "like"?]
A few steps away, a voice suddenly sounded, and Yin Ren's claws froze instantly. For a moment, Lord Ghost King thought that the "whisper" he and Zhong Cheng had said had been discovered.
"Does this red have any special meaning?"
She observed the murals calmly, with no curiosity on her face like Zhong Cheng said. She just looked at them and asked a question casually, her tone as flat as asking "Why is there bean paste in this dish?"
Why are you so confused with evil things
"You all have your own say, I just want to try to help." She continued, "And the minister is also wearing red clothes. Is this some kind of symbol?"
Before she could say this, Yin Ren and Zhong Cheng turned to look at Fu Xingchuan.
"How festive." Fu Xingchuan chuckled, "And don't they say that fierce ghosts like to wear red? If I die, I can be the most powerful ghost in Haigu City."
Li Nian couldn't bear it anymore, and there was a hint of grinding his teeth in his voice: "What time has it been? Be more serious."
"... How should I put it? This custom really started from the Gong Dynasty." Fu Xingchuan coughed twice and stopped joking, "The research department at the time found that evil creatures may not be able to remember human faces, but they can remember human faces. "Red" and "weird dress" are particularly sensitive [gǎn]. Isn't this helping my opponents remember me?"
Qi Xin slowly turned around: "I understand correctly. As long as you stick to this look, you will be the first target if you encounter danger?"
"It's a bit pretentious to say so." Fu Xingchuan scratched the back of his head, "Anyway, it's hard to say whether the man in the mural is a practitioner wearing red or a born red-clothed ghost."
"Aren't you a department that specializes in handling these?" Qi Xin turned back.
Fu Xingchuan was about to laugh, but Professor Li spoke first: "In the last years of the Gong Dynasty, the world was in chaos. Many materials were lost in the war, and there are gaps in our records." After a hundred years of chaos, the paper disappeared and the words disappeared. Only the murals deep underground sleep quietly, and specious legends have been passed down for thousands of years.
That's it, Yin Ren thought.
Huajisi paid great attention to the preservation of archives, but he did not see any relevant records of the late Gong Dynasty in Shi'an's library.
Mortals are always so fragile and short-lived.
Clearly deep underground, the sinking society's ever-lasting light is still on. However, the information left by so many people in Huajisi, who sacrificed their lives, was lost in such an understatement, leaving only the "Encyclopedia of Metaphysics" called "Warning Against Evil".
They are all encyclopedias, why are they not recording the most important truth
He lowered his head and looked at the sandy ground. In the darkness, a gauze-like mist quietly spread out of the cracks in the rocks.
Light mist
Yin Ren immediately grabbed Zhong Chengshuo's wrist and rushed straight towards Fu Xingchuan. The latter was taken aback, and the ponytail on the back of his head almost exploded. Minister Fu immediately put on a defensive posture, but he heard his subordinates shout—
"There is a ghost!" The Ghost King shouted hoarsely.
Fu Xingchuan: "..."
Regardless of whether Yin Ren was someone else's mole or not, he really wanted to beat this kid up.
The moment he realized that the fog was filling the air, he lifted everyone up equally with his floating technique.
Everyone was swept up by the fire dragon, rushed out of one of the large windows, and flew straight towards the building above. The gaps between buildings are filled with milky white mist, which rises and falls like a tide, like the breathing of living creatures.
The mist was icy cold, with a biting malice that rejected everything.
It overflowed from the cracks in the rocks and dripped out of the mouth and nose of the monster corpse. It bit their toes and tried to crawl up their legs and feet, feeling almost like a cold leech.
Fu Xingchuan stabbed more than a dozen golden needles into the floor. At the end of the golden needles, flames bloomed. The surrounding fire dragons suddenly became five or six times thicker, and the mist split apart instantly.
The crowd swung through the doors and windows like a needle's eye, passing by exaggerated corpses. There is a circular red altar in the middle of each room. The style of the murals in the room has changed again and again, only the dazzling red remains the same.
What's strange is that they keep sprinting upward, copying and pasting the room endlessly.
The rooms are getting newer and newer, the withered corpses are becoming more and more human-like, and the red figures on the murals are getting denser and denser. The spacious research hall looked like a dismemberment scene, with dense human figures splattered with "bloodstains" in every corner.
The fire dragon is still moving forward.
"Fuck, it's a human? How can a giant ghost hit a wall so fast?" Fu Xingchuan, the leader, cursed.
This place is already difficult to walk, not to mention the strange fog. Even if it is just pure fog, it will greatly increase the difficulty for them to leave here.
Seeing the fog pressing in from all directions in the west, Fu Xingchuan made a prompt decision and stopped in a research hall with the most complete structure.
"It's easy to defend here. Lao Li, you arrange defensive measures, and I'll find a breakthrough point later."
The tried-and-tested Minister Fu is not agitated, but he would be lying if he said he was not worried.
If the fog and the maze were really man-made, that person's strength would definitely be above his. Let's talk about evil things... Thousand-year evil things usually don't play these roundabout ways, they prefer to be more direct.
for example-
"Minister, there's a big eyeball over there." Zhong Cheng said objectively, "I can see that there is something physical and evil."
But Yin Ren didn't turn his head. He turned his back to the direction Zhong Cheng said and looked at the dots of red stars under the evergreen lamp.
They were standing in a research hall from two hundred years ago. The hall is circular in shape, with a large door opening on one side.
On the other side of the doorway, there is a huge strange eye. That eye was like a child's inferior toy, with colorful circles inside it. If it weren't for the round pupils that were zooming in and out of the five people, no one would be able to tell it as an "eyeball" at a glance.
It squeezed hard into the hall, its edges deformed softly, and made a wet and harsh squeaking sound, like some kind of inflatable toy.
Fu Xingchuan glanced at it.
He almost had some respect for Group Nine. He had been on missions with this unlucky group for a long time, and he could see all kinds of weird things. No wonder no one can escape from here alive. Even if there is no fog, this is not something that can be dealt with by an assault.
The current image is A-A682, yellow beam.
One of the extremely dangerous and extremely rare evil entities that feed on the corpses of other evil entities. Huangliang can transform its body into a liquid or gaseous state. Although its diet does not include humans, it has no affinity for humans and is very difficult to deal with.
Rumor has it that Zhong Yi, the great master who sealed the Six Evils, rides a yellow beam.
(End of chapter)