The violent wind seemed to be suddenly furious. The moment everyone turned on the altar, it tore open a huge tuyere, and it swooped down from the sky to the ground with the momentum of a whale, swallowing the entire altar into the eye of the wind.
The huge wind swept wildly, forming a giant tornado that reached the sky and the ground. The ground in the entire Death Valley seemed to be beaten up, and under the ground, a rumble resounded like a rush of thousands of horses. human voice.
And in the wind body of this huge tornado that is whirling wildly, tens of thousands, millions, tens of millions, or even more indescribable and terrifying forms seem to be rejoicing and clamoring for a group of demons, desperately trying to get out of the wind. The head came out of the body, but the surface of the wind body seemed to be covered with a layer of wind film, and it was desperately trying to wrap around these terrifying things, preventing them from breaking through this last layer of barrier.
The thick black-gray wind shrouded the entire altar within a radius of 100 miles, but there was a faint red light that could see through the thick black-gray wind.
The red light glowed brightly, as dazzling as blood, flickering on and off in the wind, and gradually became clearer, revealing strange and terrifying ghost symbols.
It was the ghost writing on the rock wall of the altar. Against the backdrop of the swirling wind, they twisted and floated on the rock wall as if they had life. Gradually, they seemed to break away from the rock wall and were swept into the wind by the gust of wind. The body, as it swirled and swirled, was mixed with a trace of blood red in the strong wind intertwined with black and gray.
A sound like a tearing membrane began to sound continuously, and the tinge of blood red was like a sharp scalpel, ruthlessly and fiercely slicing the fragile skin of the patient.
In the tornado column, there was a sound of ten thousand ghosts laughing in unison. The sound was sharp and ear-piercing, like ten thousand sharp needles, piercing out of the wind for a long time, flashing with cold light, it seems that all arrows will collide in the next moment. The hair ground flew out in all directions in the world, setting off a sparkling fireworks show for the upcoming feast of demons and ghosts.
And in the center of the eye of the giant tornado column that was swallowing the sky and the earth, thirteen people who entered the painting stood on the icy altar.
The bone picture "Shan Hai Tu" that pierces through the skin is also changing from pitch black to blood red, making the thirteen painters seem like thirteen blood people, their flesh and blood vaguely struggling on the edge of death.
There is no wind at the top of the altar, and the tornado column surrounds the altar, forming a dome-shaped space above it. The painters can stay on the top of the altar, but the roaring wind and the shrill whistling of ghosts around the altar do not. He wanted to tear his eardrums and pierce his eardrums, making him want to die immediately, so that he would no longer be tortured by this terrifying sound.
"Try to destroy it with a weapon!" Ke Xun roared hard in the scream of the wind ghost.
He didn't give up, he wanted to try again. Everyone chose to board the altar because they held the last glimmer of hope, hoping to find a slim way to save themselves on the top of the altar, or to completely end the whole incident.
Li Xiaochun gritted his teeth fiercely, picked up his gun and shot frantically into the wind body. Others also used submachine guns and pistols to shoot in all directions. Mu Yiran and Zhu Haowen ignited the gasoline and oxygen cylinders on their backs and threw them. Part of it went into the wind body, and part was thrown on the altar, while Ke Xun removed the cell phone battery he carried on his back, detonated it, and kicked it into the wind body.
Until everyone's guns were out of bullets, the tornado column was not affected in the slightest, and it continued to grow, tearing the wind membrane. Continue to make maddening noises.
"There is no way..." Wei Dong slumped and dropped the empty gun in his hand, "This time there is really no way."
The entrants looked at each other, gasping and trembling.
No one moves, no one can take the lead in summoning the courage to die.
"It's too late..." Wu You looked at the wind body with tears in his eyes and murmured, "They're coming out soon... That wind film can't stand it anymore... It can't stand it anymore... woo woo..."
"Can I go down?" Luo Meng desperately wiped away the tears he couldn't stop, "It's the same wherever I die, can I die in my big G?"
Ke Xun frowned tightly, and his eyes swept across the faces of his companions one by one. Although everyone's faces were soaked in blood-red ghost texts, they could still distinguish the sadness and despair on each face.
Ke Xun didn't want to see such a look. He couldn't stand it. He used to wake up crying from a dream every midnight, and he saw a face with such a look in the reflection of his own glass window.
The pain in the heart, which had finally faded away and was once so familiar, came back at this moment. He used to be the most loved family member, but now he is the most painful partner. He was sad and angry, he was desperate and dazed.
A sudden coldness appeared on his face.
He raised his hand and touched it, and it turned out to be tears that had long seemed unfamiliar, but at this moment it seemed that he was no longer under his control and kept falling.
"Ke Xun..." Mu Yiran's voice sounded beside him.
Ke Xun turned his face to look over, Mu Yiran looked into his eyes, full of sadness and distress.
"That's it..." Ke Xun smiled, tears rolling down the corners of his lips, "Then I'll take a step first, shy, just like me in the other timeline in "Reverse Journey"... I can't lose. For that buddy, right. I…”
"No, Ke Xun, no." Mu Yi Ran grabbed him, rarely lost his calm, with a stubbornness and urgency unlike him, "Wait—it's not the last moment—I'll think about it— I'll find a way to-"
"Okay." Ke Xun took his hand back, "If you want, I'll wait."
Mu Yiran's pupils swayed back and forth with eager emotions, as if trying to find clues that were as thin as hair and barely visible.
"You know, I have a suspicion," Mu Yiran's words were never faster than before, "I always thought there was something weird here in Death Valley, and I had a vague suspicion from the night we entered the valley.
"Remember that shot Howen fired in the wind? We heard a lot of gunshots. We thought it was echoes from the valley, but—
"Do you remember the thirteen black figures we saw in the wind when we entered the valley? I said before that maybe they were the reflections of the previous batches of painters, or maybe our own reflections - this is something I always Suspect.
"If the thirteen black figures are ourselves, then when we saw us when we entered the valley? Those thirteen black figures were walking. Now that I think about it, they seem to be carrying things on their backs, and they are facing We walked in the direction of the altar, so it is very likely that what we saw at the time was who we are today, who was walking towards the altar a moment ago.
"If so, then the series of gunshots we heard as we entered the valley were not echoes of Howen's shot, but—"
"Is it the sound of our guns being fired into the wind just now?!" Ke Xun's eyes widened with tears in surprise.
"No," Mu Yiran shook his head slightly, "We shot at the wind for a long time, I think it was more like the few shots Xiaochun fired when he was emotionally broken down under the altar, before you pushed him down. Afterwards, I looked towards the road we came in when we entered the valley, and I seemed to see the light of the headlights flashing, but it flashed too fast, I am not sure if I was wrong, if not, then the light , it is very likely that we are driving in this direction, when we entered the valley."
"This is too bizarre," Zhu Haowen's voice suddenly interjected, he stood not far away, and walked in front of the two at this moment, "According to what you said, we have already come from 'that group' now. When they got under the altar, what they saw was the altar surrounded by tornado columns, but we didn't see such a scene when we came."
"I think the time and space here are chaotic and intertwined," Mu Yiran seemed to be calmer than before, and the speed of his speech slowed down a little, looking at the other companions who were gathering towards this side, "Every time and space is in There are staggered and flashbacks here, so what we see are fragments of scenes that flashed and disappeared on the chaotic timeline, even the gunshots of Xiaochun and our figures did not appear one after another according to the correct timeline.
"Of course, if you need to provide a persuasive basis for this statement, the best proof is that after Ke Xun and I climbed the altar for the first time, we traveled through the whole night and came to you.
"We speculated on two possibilities at the time, one was that we traveled through time and space, and the other was that he and I were erased from the memory of that time, so now it seems that the first speculation is obviously more likely.
"Because, if the power of the demon on the altar can erase our memories to such an extent, it will directly erase all of our memories now, preventing us from devoting ourselves to become a seal."
"You're right," Ke Xun nodded hastily, "the time and space here is chaotic, it's chaotic! Remember "Schrödinger's Cat", it implies the superposition of parallel space-time and multi-dimensional, multi-space-time, and , This Death Valley is a scene of the human world during the day, and a scene that does not belong to the human world at night, isn't this a kind of time and space interlace!"
"Yes, yes, for, why is there confusion?" Everyone was also anxious and at a loss. At such a dying juncture, the ability to think had already died one step earlier.
"Maybe it's because of the power of ghosts, maybe it's because of the ultra-abnormal magnetic field in the ground, or maybe it's the effect of a huge tornado that doesn't make sense every night..." Mu Yiran thought quickly, "Haowen, do you understand the 'material field'? ?"
Zhu Haowen's eyes moved: "It's matter and the field it forms, as well as energy and the field it forms. Ghost text is a kind of energy that can form an energy field, or a matter field, and the magnetic permeability of the matter field determines the speed of light value. The speed of light is slow where the material field is strong, and the speed of light is fast where the material field is weak. To put it simply—inhomogeneous material fields can cause space-time curvature!”
"That's it!" Ke Xun clenched his fists hard, "This place has a super-powerful energy field like Guiwen, and there is a super-strong magnetic field underground!"
"Furthermore," Zhu Haowen continued, "Studies from the Geophysical Society have confirmed that tornadoes can disrupt the Earth's magnetic field! The vortex of a tornado will create a region of low magnetic pressure, resulting in a jump in the magnetic field strength on the Earth's surface. There will be tornadoes every night, and the volume is bigger every night. In addition, there is a super-strong magnetic field that is unevenly distributed under the ground in the valley. The matter field generated by the interaction causes the disorder and curvature of spacetime!"
"—So what?—So what?" Several people asked eagerly, even begging.