Sheng Lingyuan blew the surrounding mist open a gap about three or four meters wide, just enough for the group of them to pass through, the wind turned out from the middle of his palm and blew to both sides, and the surging white mist was forced back and then went back again Back, it has been rushing towards the middle, and the two sides are competing with each other. The constantly surging fog seems to be fixed there, and people walking in it are like passing through the middle of two white walls that cannot be seen at a glance. As they entered the southern half of the park where Wang Ze and the others had lost contact, the fog became thicker and thicker. At first, the outlines of the entertainment facilities on both sides could be seen. Later, the white fog was so thick that it almost became a solid, which made people feel uncomfortable. Can't help but want to touch it to see if it is hard.
At this time, Sheng Lingyuan suddenly felt that there was something missing around him, and the atmosphere was weird. He was stunned for a moment before he realized that Xuan Ji, a tenth-level ventriloquist who could eat melon seeds without delaying his tongue twister, hadn't said a word for five minutes.
He couldn't help but glanced at Xuan Ji, Xuan Ji came to walk side by side with him, and was half a step behind habitually, but now he passed him and walked to the front, with his hands in the pockets of his coat, he could tell His shoulders are tense. Yan Qiushan didn't talk much, and the other rescue team members were more cautious with Sheng Lingyuan around. When Xuan Ji stopped, the whole world seemed to be silent, only the ominous "rustling" sound in the mist was left, and everyone who heard it was terrified.
A strange idea suddenly popped up in Sheng Lingyuan's mind, he caught up a little bit, raised his hand to hold Xuan Ji's elbow, and whispered in his ear: "Are you..."
Without saying a word, Xuan Ji heard something, raised her elbow suddenly, and pushed Sheng Lingyuan back, at the same time, a flame flew out of his pocket, rushing into the dense fog on their left like a meteor.
The flames opened a gap in the thick fog, and a shadow slipped through!
The rescue team members followed him and turned to the left collectively, and then retreated to the right in unison. The one who retreated the most shrank to the edge of the "dense fog wall". However, the rescue team turned around suddenly, and something cold and slippery turned around his neck—it was a tongue!
"Fuck!"
"what!"
Yan Qiushan: "Calm down, hallucination!"
"It's not a hallucination, Team Yan, he has a problem!"
"Put up your collar!"
Yan Qiushan: "..."
The search and rescue team members seemed to have stepped on the switch, jumping around in place, only Sheng Lingyuan was as steady as a needle in the sea, he was pushed behind Xuan Ji nervously, and his hand slid along Xuan Ji's forearm into the opponent's palm, I felt a handful of cold sweat.
Sheng Lingyuan was overjoyed at once, and bit Xuan Ji's ear to complete what he hadn't said: "... afraid?"
Xuan Ji travels north and south, not afraid of demons, not afraid of all kinds of balls and balls big and small monsters - only afraid of ghosts.
Yes, the owner of Lihuo, the bird with the most yang energy in the world and the most evil spirit guard, is afraid of ghosts.
When he was in college, the first society Xuan Ji joined was called "Secret Folklore Research Group". Knowing what everyone is doing, I saw the spell on the promotional poster of the "Secret Folklore Research Group" at a glance—although the lips of the donkey don't match the horse's mouth, it was still a bit familiar, so I muddled in, thinking to guide Let’s find out how the juniors should draw amulets, only to find out after entering that this is a group of supernatural horror lovers. The brats watch horror movies all night long, or go to famous haunted houses to check in, and organize a few "die fairy" every now and then. The school doesn't care about activities like "Pen Fairy"!
Xuan Ji had hacked up demon kings, beaten humans and demons, and thought he could walk sideways within the Three Realms, but he was defeated by "ghosts", a product of mortal imagination—what is broader than the sky and ocean, and is released by great mortals. imagination. As soon as he came out of Chiyuan, his mental state was unstable. He participated in two research activities of "Secret Folklore" and was almost scared into the first debilitated Suzaku in history. fault.
But their clan has always only opened their screens, and this kind of embarrassing thing can't be admitted in front of their sweetheart.
"What am I afraid of? What am I afraid of?" Xuan Ji pulled her hand out awkwardly, while pretending to be disapproving, "A haunted house, it's all the same-suddenly called a voice in your ear , Stretch out a few hands to grab your feet or something, it’s new at first, but when you get tired of playing, it’s boring... Yin 噫!"
The ending of this "haunted house expert" suddenly raised three tunes, and suddenly a lot of cold white bone claws floated up on the ground, grabbing everyone's ankles with a "clack clack". At the same time, in the dense fog, There was a scream like thunder!
Xuan Ji jumped straight up and down, the family emblem on his forehead appeared, and he grabbed Sheng Lingyuan with his backhand—he was like a small animal that hides its belly when it is in danger, and subconsciously hid its vitals in its arms .
The "vital" man lowered his head and crushed a paw, which was greatly entertained, and he smiled very maliciously.
Sheng Lingyuan said: "In the nightmare formation, don't think about what's there and what's not. You can come here for whatever you're afraid of."
It was fine if he didn't say those words, but the temperature dropped five or six degrees suddenly.
Then, a putrid smell mixed with disinfectant filled the air, and there was a "swirling" sound in the dense fog, like snakes crawling on the ground, like old clothes rubbing against each other, or the sound of footsteps near or far Messy, the surrounding light flickered and dimmed!
The number of horror films read by individual comrades in the search and rescue team is astonishing.
Xuan Ji didn't want to exchange these things with his "comrades" at all, so he blew up on the spot: "Don't think about it!"
Thinking about this stuff, the more you don't let it, the more powerful it is.
Yan Qiushan: "..."
He kicked away the head of a zombie that was biting people's feet everywhere, somehow suspecting that His Majesty did it on purpose.
Suddenly, a few drops of icy liquid fell on Dui Yan, and he subconsciously wiped it away. Before he could see clearly, a search and rescue team next to him pointed at him and yelled, "Blood! Blood!"
Everyone looked up at the same time, and saw a head slowly protruding from the top of their heads, floating in the air like a hot air balloon, with a bunch of steaming internal organs dragging under their necks, which is a classic image of "flying head down" in Southeast Asian legends.
Xuan Ji: "Are you sick? Just think about it, and describe it so concretely!"
"It's winter, isn't he cold?" Sheng Lingyuan looked at this man in amazement, it's fine if he doesn't wear clothes in the twelfth lunar month, he doesn't even wear leather, what kind of kung fu can he do to resist the cold
A search and rescue team member was about to cry, and tremblingly said: "But Southeast Asia is not cold!"
Flying head descended towards them, laughing out a mouthful of big yellow teeth protruding in and out, and swooping down suddenly—
Xuan Ji: "Shut up!"
The search and rescue team members were hit by their heads and hurriedly hid in all directions. They accidentally left Sheng Lingyuan's protective circle and stepped into the thick fog. Then they were surrounded by the fog. They could no longer find their companions and fell into their own terror. In the brain hole.
Xuan Ji dodged his head and was swept over his shoulder by the long-winded intestines. He grabbed one of the intestines with one hand. Jumping up along the palm, Fei Toujiang's head was blasted into a ball of white light like fireworks, almost burning Sheng Lingyuan's hair along with it.
When others blow up their hair, he blows up the fire, Sheng Lingyuan avoids Lihuo, who is moving madly, and stretches out his hand to go around behind Xuan Ji: "Okay, okay."
Xuan Ji heard him chuckle uncontrollably: "I'm not deaf yet!"
Sheng Lingyuan was a little bit regretful, he had been connected with Xiaojian for 20 years, but he hadn't discovered the "little tail" of the other party. He thought regretfully: "I should have made up more 'interesting' stories for him when I was a child."
But a few minutes later, Sheng Lingyuan didn't think so anymore. Under the highly restored real scene, he enjoyed the classic scenes in the world-renowned horror movies up close, and was amazed at the choreography ability of the posterity: what is the story of climbing the stairs upside down? A little girl, an old man with a "hollowed out" back, a big girl with a missing chin, a big silly guy with a white face in a black suit...
He really can't make it up!
Especially that silly big guy with no face, delicately protruding a white head from his black clothes, looking strangely watery in the thick fog, like a plump mushroom.
Before Sheng Lingyuan could see clearly, he was dragged by Xuan Ji and ran wildly.
Sheng Lingyuan: "Wait, why are you running?"
Xuan Ji: "That's a slender ghost! Whoever touches it will die, don't look at it!"
His Majesty was puzzled: "Why?"
Heavenly Demons are not so arrogant.
"That's how I set it up, how would I know?"
Under the Nightmare Formation, the southern area of the playground seems to have been enlarged countless times, with countless forks and mazes protruding out. Back then, the Nightmare Formation used this method—separating everyone individually and trapping them to death one by one.
However, the Nightmare Formation at that time was not like the empty shell it is now. There was a formation master, murderous intentions were everywhere, and the eyes of the formation were constantly changing. up.
As for this empty nightmare formation, the formation itself is "dead". In fact, Sheng Lingyuan knew it in his heart as soon as he stepped in. Unexpectedly, there was an "unexpected harvest". Being dragged by Xuan Ji to run like a headless fly in the nightmare formation, it may have the effect of promoting blood circulation and removing blood stasis, and even the dull pain in the lower back is relieved a lot.
Xuan Ji angrily smashed a mirror where ghosts were scurrying around, and caught a glimpse of the smile in the corner of his eyes: "Are you addicted to watching? Are you? Just pretend!"
If someone hadn't been trapped in it and was afraid of accidentally injuring his colleagues, he would have left the fire and burned the ruins. The bastard Sheng Lingyuan, when he was a teenager, fought against the master of the Nightmare Clan under the eyes of the masters of the Nightmare Clan. Later, he became so proficient that he could fabricate illusions on the basis of the Nightmare Formation. It is obviously a matter of minutes to close a stall, so he knows that he is passive and sabotage Make fun of people.
Sheng Lingyuan hooked his palm, and asked with a half-smile: "Why don't you call me brother now?"
Xuan Ji: "..."
Sheng Lingyuan laughed and pushed him forward slightly. Xuanji seemed to have stepped on the air and fell from the "cloud". The surrounding light and shadow flowed, and the thick fog dispersed. He subconsciously spread his wings and landed on the ground. At that time, I found myself at a construction site—it should be the accident point where I accidentally dug through the nightmare formation during construction.
"Okay, isn't it here?" Sheng Lingyuan patted his wings, "I don't have any business to do."
Xuan Ji's hairs were still standing on end, and she wanted to spray something, but he shivered when he touched her, and she forgot the words.
He was stunned for a moment, remembering something, turned his head, coughed unnaturally, clamped Sheng Lingyuan's hand without saying a word, and sensed the energy changes around him.
"Wait, I think this place is..." Xuan Ji sniffed out a little familiar smell, and he recalled it with some difficulty, "The eye? These hapless bastards dug out the eye?"
The original master of the Nightmare Array was the patriarch of the Nightmare Beast clan. Sheng Lingyuan and A Luojin, who came to rescue him, cooperated with each other and chopped off the last eye of the formation with a single sword. The body was nailed in the middle of the last eye.
So Xuan Ji popped out a coin from his fingertips—the material of the coin came from the body of the Heavenly Demon Sword that melted in the Chiyuan. Although he has recovered his real body, but holding the Heavenly Demon Sword for three thousand years, the cold iron seems to have become a part of him , still able to control it as one likes—as soon as the coin was released from his hand, it immediately rolled out in one direction. The eye of the nightmare formation was cut by the Heavenly Demon Sword, Tie still remembered.
"It can be said," Sheng Lingyuan sighed, "I really know how to choose a place, otherwise there wouldn't be such a big commotion."
The eye of the formation is like the eye of a typhoon, the sea is calm, and the endless ghosts have disappeared, only the footsteps of the two of them.
But for some reason, Xuan Ji's scalp tingles as soon as he gets close to here—different from the superficial fear brought about by those ghost films outside, there is something on the quiet construction site that makes him breathe coldly from the cracks in his bones.
"I remember that the body of the patriarch of the Nightmare Clan is also here," Xuan Ji asked, "Did they burn him later?"
"No, after the Nightmare Beast died, it fell to the ground and turned into stone, and all fires can't be burned. Back then, you were in the sword, and Danli was sitting in the south. We didn't have the fire to burn the corpse. Anyway, he died, so he buried it on the spot. You don't remember?" Sheng Lingyuan paused, then remembered something, "Ah... yes."
The reason why Sheng Lingyuan, who was less than twenty years old, was able to deal with the formation master for three days in the nightmare formation was not only because of his firm mind and body, but also because he had a Heavenly Demon Sword beside him that could share the sea of consciousness with him.
No matter how deep the fear is, how big the inner demon is, it belongs to one person. Once there are other consciousnesses to face together, it is easy for people to jump out of the authority's perspective and get out of the shackles. This is why the nightmare array separates everyone .
Only this section of the road is the most dangerous when approaching the formation master, because the nightmare beast has no fighting power, once it is approached by someone, it will be a dead end, so they have encountered the frenzied devouring of the nightmare formation near the formation's eye.
Those enchanting fogs of the mind could even penetrate the sea of consciousness—Sheng Lingyuan was holding the Heavenly Demon Sword in his hand at the time, but no one could feel the existence of the other side, and no one knew what the other side saw here.
If Aluojin hadn't arrived and used the secret technique of the witch tribe to transmit the sound outside the formation, it might really be impossible to get out.
The Heavenly Demon Sword broke free from his hand for the first time, and the sword spirit controlled the body of the sword, piercing through the formation master who was five feet away from them, but after breaking through the formation, the sword spirit seemed to disappear. It was silent all the time, and Sheng Lingyuan was so frightened that he went south to look for Danli all night, and it took three days to wake up, and he didn't remember much about the nightmare when he woke up.
Sheng Lingyuan: "What exactly did you see?"