Fatty Chewell didn't see the face of Professor Burns who was closest to him, and immediately turned pale.
"What's wrong with you?"
Jenkins asked him in a low voice, the professor is the bestower, even though he is only level three, he is better than him.
"It's a bit cold here, why don't we go up and change our clothes before we come back."
The Professor feebly offered a lame reason, but Jenkins, Uncle Oliver, and Mr. Sanders immediately agreed - except for Fat Chewell, who were all givers.
Since the others were about to leave, the rich old antique dealer looked hesitantly at the darkness in the distance, nodded and wanted to follow back, but he frowned before taking a few steps.
"Hey, why does it feel like water is dripping on top of my head?"
Jenkins' heart trembled, and he wanted to raise his head subconsciously, but he was immediately held back by his father, and he ran towards the exit of the basement.
"run!"
He didn't say why, but Jenkins could also feel that the temperature around here was dropping rapidly, and there was something moving in the darkness from the corner of his vision. He activated his ability, and the speed under his feet became faster and faster, so it became him pulling his father to run.
The speed of the two is the fastest among the five, but there is obviously something wrong here, the light of the exit is gone.
Panting and stopping, the old man took out his pistol and pointed it at the rear. The sound of hurried footsteps came from far to near, and the three people appeared one by one.
Seeing Dad's pistol held high, they all raised their hands in unison.
"What did you just see?"
The old man asked the professor in a deep voice, and he looked back in embarrassment.
"A big black hand."
"is it this one?"
Jenkins pointed to the back of the crowd in horror. Even though he knew that this emotion was abnormal, he couldn't control it. The horror that seemed to be engraved in his soul drowned him like a tide.
"This is the panic technique!"
With a low growl, the old man fired a shot into the depths of the darkness. The sound of the shot woke up the four people who were in great fear.
"We can't afford to offend the evil spirits with constant fear, run away!"
he warned in a low voice, but where could he go
The kerosene lamps in the hands of the five flickered at the same time, and after a few seconds, it was completely dark.
Jenkins felt that someone was pulling him on the right side. That hand was very cold, but unfortunately it was pulling Jenkins' right hand. With the Frost Fist activated, this hand was even colder!
Snapped!
There was a soft pop, and Jenkins felt what he had hit.
He whispered his companion's name, but there was no response.
After a moment of stunned, there was no attack again. He took out the candle that had been immersed for a long time from his spirit, the bright yellow flame shook in the thin air, but it never went out.
"Oh~"
An ugly expression appeared on Jenkins' face, and the darkness was temporarily dispelled. He was facing the stone wall on the edge of the basement at this moment, but unlike the side, there was a round hole in the stone wall, and there was a dazzling white light inside.
"Strange land?"
He whispered, startled.
Looking back at the deep darkness behind him, he could feel that there must be something there, some kind of weird thing curled up in the darkness and looked at him, but he couldn't see it.
"Ask the goddess to watch?"
He thought about the solution in his heart, and moved his left hand towards the pocket, but immediately felt the presence in the darkness move, which was a warning.
"Okay, I accept my fate!"
As he said, he retracted the candle, and stepped into the white light.
The basement was quiet and dark again. A black, white, and colored kitten walked silently to the place where Jenkins was standing just now. With a "meow~", it turned around and plunged into the deeper darkness.
As if passing through a thin film of water, an indescribably dazzling white light shone in front of my eyes. Moment and eternity have no meaning at this time, and bizarre fantasies keep flashing before my eyes.
After all the dust settled, Jenkins squatted on the ground panting heavily.
He raised his eyes and looked forward, almost blinded by the overwhelming golden color.
"Yes, it's all gold."
The old man's voice sounded beside him, his face was a bit ugly, and Professor Burns and Mr. Sanders, like Jenkins, had not yet adapted to the transformation of space.
This is a palace made entirely of gold. The floor is gold, the pillars of the palace are gold, and even the throne on the farthest high platform, which is wrapped with golden python decorations, is also gold.
There are two finger-high gold powder scattered under the feet, and the palace is surrounded by shiny golden utensils. This is a golden palace at all!
"You all know where this is, right?"
The old man asked the other two, they looked at each other with wry smiles, and nodded, "I didn't expect that Oliver's old man is also a gifter... We know this is a strange place."
"Where's Mr. Chewell?"
Jenkins asked in a low voice, the father didn't turn his head back, his voice was a little cold, "We walked here together just now, since he didn't show up, he died."
This is the fate of stepping into a strange land without talent. Barnard's "gambling his life" at the beginning of Jenkins' time travel is not a joke.
But since all five of them have been forced here, what exactly is that terrifying evil spirit going to do
Before he could ask a question, a calm man's voice reached his ears.
"Welcome, welcome, distinguished guest, please forgive me for not going out to welcome me personally."
His grammar and accent were very strange. The four of them looked at the source of the voice, and saw a thin old man sitting on the solid gold throne at some point.
"Fighting is what those brats like, but we like knowledge more. Knowledge is gold, you all agree on that!"
He didn't stand up, but the four of them uncontrollably stepped on the gold dust all over the floor, and walked stiffly under the high platform of the throne.
"Rules: Everyone asks me three questions. If I give the answer and you get knowledge, then turn it into gold and stay with me. If I can't answer, you can leave."
After getting closer, Jenkins realized that the tall and thin old man remained expressionless and his tone of voice did not change when he spoke. It doesn't look like a real person, but even so, no one dares to look into his eyes.
"Goddess is above!"
Jenkins prayed in his heart, just now his eyes just skipped those golden eyes without whites, his heart seemed to have stopped beating. Subconscious prayer is just a habit, but I feel a lot more peaceful in my heart.
"Who will come first?"
The rule-makers that exist in the deceitful world are irresistible, just like the men in black robes last time, the old man said that they are like gods in this fragmented space.
Jenkins doesn't know if the statement here is exaggerated, but Dad's expression was very serious at the time.
He looked at his father, and the two stood together in tacit understanding.
PS: Let me emphasize that the spooky thing in this article can be understood as a powerful SCP that is completely unreasonable. In terms of the game, the priority is very high.