Kaxiu originally planned to wait for a day, but the representatives of the Northern Secret Martial Arts World seemed a little anxious. So everyone rushed to Kaxiu's house in the suburbs, and after a little rest, they followed Kaxiu to a small road near the Anta Mountains.
Also brought along was an armored carriage, which was extremely thick and had scratches from various weapons on its metal surface.
This time, Kaxiu didn't have to do it himself. Two strong men in the team took on the task of pulling the cart. The extremely heavy carriage was not a problem for the two representatives of the Northern Secret Martial Arts.
At least it looked much easier than the two sturdy black horses last time, and they were able to pull themselves up at a brisk pace. They had no problem keeping up with the pace of the crowd, and they hardly panted.
At the Great Mastery level, the three blood acceleration nodes in the body form a self-circulating system. This can continuously generate sufficient strength for the body, and the endurance and physical strength will be several times greater than before. This is the case for the Great Mastery level, let alone the next level.
The wheels turned, and the dark iron carriage was pushed to a desolate place. There were weeds and gravel all around, with only a small path that was almost covered with weeds running through it.
The silver moon hung high in the sky, a few wisps of clouds passed through the gaps between the stars, and a thin white veil of the moon spread to the earth.
"Stop, right here, we're here."
Kaxiu suddenly spoke, and the two elders of the Northern Secret Martial Arts Sect who were pulling the cart also stopped, and everyone looked at Kaxiu.
"Are we there yet?" Mian was still dressed like a gentleman as always, and his thin face looked over with a little curiosity.
"We're here. The anchor point I told you about is right here."
Kaxiu reached out and squeezed an old bronze pillar next to him, which was covered with mottled marks of erosion by wind and rain over the years.
Mian took a deep look at the bronze pillar, waiting for Kaxiu's next move. He was still very curious about everything about the mysterious villa, which had never interacted with the secret martial arts circle.
All the information Mian learned came from Kashu.
"Divide these pills and take them." Kaxiu took out a bottle from his arms and poured out several black pills. It was the secret drug for faking death found in the Aoyin ruins.
Domon took one and smelled it. It wasn't really smelly, but it had a rotten smell, as if it had been left for a very long time. He tsked his lips and looked at the people around him.
The goateed old man named Hardy beside him swallowed the pill in one gulp and smacked his lips a few times: "It's not poisonous."
When everyone heard what he said, they ate it with confidence.
Hardy was the former master of the northern secret martial arts school Winged Snake Fist. After his abdication, he became keen on herbal health care and was well versed in pharmacology.
He said it's not poisonous, so it must be fine.
Seeing that everyone around him had taken the pill, Duo Meng swallowed it as well. Immediately, a salty and sour taste spread in his mouth.
It's like eating a dried sour plum.
Seeing that everyone had taken the secret medicine, Kaxiu nodded. He waited for another three minutes before taking out the bell.
He swung his right hand and began to rock on the ground.
The bell made no sound, but the originally pure and vast night sky suddenly dimmed. It was as if a large dark cloud appeared out of nowhere, densely gathering and blocking the starlight and moonlight.
Almost in the blink of an eye, clouds gathered above our heads.
A drizzle of rain also fell from the clouds.
Pop.
Several people opened their black umbrellas as if they were prepared.
Mian lowered his head slightly and squinted his eyes. The narrow road that was originally covered with weeds on the ground had widened outwards without knowing when, turning into a wide and flat road. It was as if the weeds and gravel on both sides automatically moved to the left and right.
A strange and mysterious feeling arises spontaneously.
Ding-ling... Ding-ling... Ding-ling...
The silent bell in Kaxiu's hand began to make sounds.
In the distance, at the end of Lake Mo, a carriage moved over at high speed and finally slowly stopped beside the slender bronze column.
Mi An watched coldly from the side the whole time, and the aura he exuded did not catch the change just now. All the changes happened silently, and the replacement was completed in an instant. He was pulled from the original world into another space in the rain.
I slowly stretched out my hand, and a few drops of rain fell on my palm.
Mi An immediately retracted his palm: "There is something wrong with this rain, there is a cold breath trying to penetrate under the skin..."
When everyone heard this, they immediately started trying it as well.
Most of them came to the same conclusion as Mian, except for Domon who looked confused and Kashu who narrowed his eyes beside him.
"Why can't I feel it?" Domon shook off the water.
"You haven't reached the level of a fighter yet, and you can't wrap your palm with your own Qi." Mian paused for a moment and said, "The rain falling from the sky is very bad. Long-term exposure may seriously affect a person's mental state and amplify the negative effects of emotions... It's okay to get wet once or twice, five or six times. But if it keeps happening... It's best not to get wet..."
Several other secret martial arts masters also nodded.
Next to him, Kaxiu was shocked. He was not shocked because he had been rained on several times, but because of the way the Baptismal Church gave the power of the secret soul! It was a heavy black rain in the secret room. Could it be that the rain not only contained useful secret soul power, but also a cold breath that could drive people crazy
Well, Black Rain Villa really had no good intentions. It seemed that all the paths taken by the Night Stranger were tainted by it.
Kaxiu originally thought that the power of the secret soul had the least side effects among all the methods. But now it seems that there is a question mark!
He immediately stood still and quickly recalled his behavior since then. It seemed that his temper had indeed become more violent, he was more bloodthirsty towards his enemies, and he was easily angered by trivial things.
And the methods used to kill people became even more brutal.
Either you blow someone's head off or you tear them in half.
So here’s the reason!
You are so good, Black Rain Villa! You have affected my originally gentle and cheerful personality like this. This behavior is really unforgivable!
Kaxiu immediately told his experience.
Mian shook his head and comforted him: "It doesn't matter if you are affected. As long as you can break through to the level of a fighter, all the sequelae will be solved naturally. The combination of energy and momentum can help you cultivate your spirit..."
Kaxiu listened carefully.
Half a minute later, there was a sudden bang from the rear of the carriage.
Mian and Kaxiu turned their heads and saw the bald and strong leader of the Liehai Gate with bulging muscles and his black arms like iron pillars pulling. He seemed to be wrestling with the carriage that was parked quietly on the road.
"It's useless, Mr. Black Whale, this carriage is of some kind..."
The words that Kaxiu had just spoken came to an abrupt end.
The black carriage was shaking violently, and the cast iron wheels were pulled backwards by a huge force, sliding half a meter away.
The ground cracked as the carriage retreated, and spider-web-like cracks spread out densely on the surface of the solid black soil.
"This layout is not simple... The aura of the carriage is connected to the entire ground, and there is also some unknown mysterious force affecting it..."
Xuan Jing clapped his hands and looked at several other elders of the secret martial arts sect who were looking over. They all understood what was going on.
On the grass, Kaxiu held back the second half of his words. The realm of fighters after boxers seemed to be related to mysterious spirits. Therefore, these secret martial arts masters of the northern secret martial arts school could perceive some things that Kaxiu could not perceive.
He was somewhat envious, but not discouraged, because Kaxiu firmly believed that he could also reach this level, and the many wonderful aspects of the fighter realm were just waiting for him to comprehend them personally.
After regaining his senses, Kaxiu immediately began to make arrangements.
Just like the last time I sneaked into the world in the rain.
He hung the armored carriage on the back of the black carriage, and then asked all the masters of the northern secret martial arts school to enter the carriage.
He got on the black carriage.
The car gradually accelerated on the road, and then passed through various strange scenes. A winding hill with half of it burnt black and the other half white; a windmill with human arms instead of blades; a group of people dancing around the thunder and fire tree; people eating each other...
A bizarre and distorted scene appeared before everyone's eyes.
It contains many elements such as religious mysticism, spirit and flesh, death and life, rotten antiquity, gorgeous madness, etc. It is like a series of absurd dreams without any rules.
Looking at these, Kaxiu couldn't help but think of what Mian said before, that rain would have a negative impact on people's spirit. Were these absurd scenes deliberately produced with the rain? Dozens of mental shocks made it difficult to tell whether it was a dream or reality, confusing the mind, bewitching people, and tempting psychological darkness...
He couldn't help but think of the first time he entered the rainy world, when he instinctively sensed something was wrong. At that time, Kaxiu was very alert. In a moment, he got rid of the shock of the shock.
Half an hour later, the carriage arrived near the platform.
This time, the armored car did not suffer any attack. Obviously, the secret drug of suspended animation played a key role.
Everyone got off quickly and turned to look at the narrow road on the right. Sparse trees were planted on both sides, and the moss-covered black wall of Black Rain Villa could be vaguely seen in the distance.
If you look up a little, you can still see the ancient-style pointed dome building. The tiles on the top are wet from the rain.
The light was dim at night and it was raining. If Kaxiu and his companions were not all accomplished secret warriors with extraordinary eyesight, they would not be able to see the road even five meters away.
"That's Black Rain Villa?"
Mian looked up and saw from a distance, his expression slightly changing.
"Yes, the entire villa is not small. But there is only a part of it where journalists can live safely. The rest of the large area is rather mysterious, and some dangerous and strange phenomena occasionally occur." Kaxiu reiterated the information about the villa.
Mian nodded slightly: "Then let's be careful."
Immediately, everyone pushed the armored carriage along the path, all the way to the gate of Black Rain Villa. A few minutes later.
The wheels finally hit the gray-white stone pavement.
At night, no journalists passed by on the street. There was only the sound of raindrops hitting the cracks between the bricks, creating gray splashes. Domon, who was walking in front, suddenly stopped and said, "Did you hear that? Someone is singing..."
"It's so close, it seems... it's right next to me!"
Hearing this, the others paused for a moment, then shook their heads. No one heard the so-called singing, as if only Domon was attracted by the singing.
Mian glanced at Kaxiu, and Kaxiu nodded.
"Don't worry, describe what you heard."
Duo Meng looked a little confused: "It was a pleasant female voice singing, very sad, but I couldn't hear the lyrics clearly..."
"She was right next to me, like an invisible ghost, running in front of me and behind me. Sometimes she was far away, sometimes she was near..." Domon turned his head: "She is singing again, this time she is very close to me..."
laugh!!!
Mian suddenly attacked, and his skinny right hand fiercely cut through the air, like a black battle axe roaring and cutting into the wall.
Shining!
The thick and solid wall was split diagonally, as if it was cut in half by a sharp sword. The wall slid and collapsed, revealing an alley on the opposite side. There was a woman in white standing there, motionless. A breeze blew by, and the upper half of her body fell off, hit the ground, and shattered into a ball of black air.
"This hand knife exploded!" Kaxiu was shocked. Laymen watched the excitement, while experts watched the doorway. As a master who had practiced secret martial arts to a certain level, he could naturally see how fierce and violent Mian's move was, and the force was condensed like substance.
If you cut yourself...
Beside him, Mian retracted his arm. He gently patted Domon's shoulder and said, "Can you still hear that woman's voice?"
Domon shook his head.
"That's right! Let's go."
Immediately, the group continued to move in the direction of the crossbow arrows.
The next day, the crossbow stronghold.
Yin Ri came out of the dining hall, carrying a pile of food wrapped in a black cloth, and walked through the wide passage, greeting people along the way.
Last night, Yin Ri and Hei Ren received Ka Xiu and his party. Because there were so many people, they were arranged to stay in an unused small building 200 meters outside the Crossbow Stream base.
And now, Yin Ri went to bring them breakfast.
He opened the door and held up his umbrella. He saw someone walking towards him from one side of the road, and Yin Ri turned around and walked to the other side.
Ten seconds later, a scarred man with a Mohawk kept knocking on the crossbow gate, with the beast mark on the back of his hand.
On the other side, Yin Ri came to a gray two-story building with an umbrella. He gently reached out his hand and knocked on the door.
"Who?" Kaxiu's voice came from inside.
"Brother Huang Hun, it's me, Yin Ri."
With a click, the door opened. Kaxiu looked down at Yin Ri's pretty face, then nodded and pulled the door to the right.
"Come in."
Yin Ri put away his umbrella and took a few steps forward.
He looked up and glanced at the room, feeling a little scared.
Next to the table on the left, two muscular middle-aged men were arm wrestling, their veins bulging and the tables and chairs creaking.
On one side of the table, an old man was sitting cross-legged on the ground practicing. A white mist enveloped his entire body, and as he breathed in and out, whirlpools of air rolled and swirled in the mist.
Next to the wall, there was another old man with gray hair and a goatee doing a handstand on one finger, moving up and down continuously with just one finger.
Between the two old men, a one-eyed man with his hand clenched like a sword kept repeating the slashing action.
With every stroke, a sharp whistle was heard in the air.
The most intuitive thing was behind Kaxiu, in the living room. Two muscular men with bare upper bodies were punching each other, and the sound of dull drums could be heard.
Upstairs, there was also a trembling sound of footsteps, as if several elephants were running back and forth on the ceiling.
“…” Yin Ri took a deep breath and was about to speak.
Suddenly, a hand pulled him aside, and a scarred man with a Mohawk squeezed in with an arrogant expression.
"Who the hell is called Huang Hun? Tell him to get out!"