Hearing this, Beiquan frowned deeply.
He had already witnessed the death process of the girl named Julie when he was separated from the soul. As Wei Fuyuan speculated, other people who disappeared in the fragmented space may have also died in the "Xuan" Door Village" somewhere.
[Every day I open my eyes, I see the same group of people breaking into the room, dragging me out of the room, and going to that damn festival!]
[And every day I pass, when the festival ends, a companion will disappear!]
"Ayun" once said so on the phone.
The group of teachers and students from the Photography Department arrived at Xuanmen Village on the evening of May 31, and they have been missing for four days. If it is true, as A Yun said, one partner goes missing every day, then the eight teachers At least half of the life has been hung up.
"... It really can't be procrastinated."
Beiquan looked down at his watch.
The date displayed on the dial is June 5, and the time is twelve twenty in the morning.
He turned his head to Wei Fuyuan and Tian raised his salary and said:
"I'll go into the fragmented space to see, you two are waiting here."
Tian Jiaxing opened his mouth, and the phrase "I'm with me too" almost blurted out, and then swallowed it back cowardly.
He is a plant, and his combat power is indeed very urgent. If he enters the debris space, if something really happens, he is afraid that he will even be reluctant to protect himself. So no matter how worried he was about Beiquan, he could only be a dutiful guard at best.
On the contrary, Young Master Wei, adhering to the senseless daring and fearless spirit of the ignorant, immediately jumped up.
"That won't work!"
Wei Fuyuan shouted loudly:
"How can you go in alone? I'm not your assistant, of course I have to go with you!"
Beiquan glanced at him sideways, "What if you can't get out if you go in?"
Wei Fuyuan retorted without thinking:
"How is it possible, isn't it with you?"
After working together for a month and a half, Young Master Wei has no doubts about the ability of his boss, and he subconsciously feels that as long as Beiquan is there, there will be no problems of settlement.
"Why is it impossible?"
Beiquan smiled helplessly, "I almost couldn't come back, didn't I?"
Wei Fuyuan was stunned for a moment, remembering that Beiquan did not even catch his breath for a while, if he hadn't given artificial respiration...
—Stop!
Young Master Wei pinched himself under the table.
- What time is this, what are you thinking about! !
He forced himself to correct his attitude quickly.
"If that's the case, then I'll have to follow it even more."
Wei Fuyuan said sternly:
"If something goes wrong with you, I can still pull you like I did just now, right?"
Beiquan: "..."
For some reason, he did remember at this moment the breeze that brushed his temples when he was lost in the gap in space, and the golden glow of stardust that followed the wind.
"… Um."
Beiquan nodded lightly.
"If that's the case, then Xiaowei, come with me."
He smiled at Wei Fuyuan, "Just one thing..."
Beiquan paused and muttered to himself:
"...I have to make sure nothing goes wrong."
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In order to ensure that Wei Fuyuan could be brought back with all his hair and tail, Beiquan spent another two hours walking around the village, making many arrangements that Young Master Wei could not understand at all.
After all this was done, it was three o'clock in the morning on June 5, and the rain that had fallen for half a night finally stopped.
Beiquan brought Wei Fuyuan and Tian's salary increase to the edge of the cemetery at the end of the village.
"We'll go in from here."
He pointed to the east of the village:
"The entrance to Fragment Space is here."
In the night of the deserted village, there are no stars and no moon, and it is pitch black everywhere.
Wei Fuyuan used a strong flashlight to shine in the direction Beiquan pointed, only to see a deserted beach, overgrown weeds and low shrubs.
Nothing at all.
Wei Fuyuan: "Where is the entrance?"
Beiquan smiled:
"The water source in the village is the entrance to the debris space."
He was referring to the remains of a riverbed that had been dry for years.
The mountainous areas of southern Henan suffer from drought every three to five years, especially in the past when water conservancy facilities were very imperfect, and small mountain villages like Xuanmen Village had to rely on water sources to survive.
Unfortunately, about thirty years ago, the river in the east of the village suddenly diverted its course without warning after a flood in the upper reaches. The deep wells are unable to draw water.
The reason why the villagers of Xuanmen Village migrated has a lot to do with the water crisis in the village.
Now the village is deserted. After decades of wind and sun, the river is almost filled with sand and overgrown with weeds. It is difficult to clearly distinguish the boundary between the riverbed and the riverbank with the naked eye.
"Although it was raining a little just now..."
Wei Fuyuan used a flashlight to patrol the ruins of the river beach twice:
"But is there no water in the river now?"
Beiquan smiled and nodded.
"It's true that there is no water now."
He smiled and said:
"But at some point 'before' it used to have water."
After he finished speaking, Beiquan flipped his wrist, and the Qingguang Vientiane Pen appeared in his hand.
"Back off!"
He suddenly raised the volume and shouted loudly.
Tian Jiaxing knew Beiquan's ability too well. Seeing that he was going to do everything he could, he immediately grabbed Wei Fuyuan's arm and pulled him back ten steps.
At this time, Beiquan had raised his left hand and swiped hard on his right wrist, a blood line burst open, and blood gushed out.
But the blood that flowed out did not drip onto the ground, but went backwards along the delicate carvings on the body of the Vientiane Pen, dyeing the snow-white tip red.
Later, Beiquan picked up the blood-soaked natal instrument and drew a talisman in the void.
Wei Fuyuan has seen Beiquan's stunt of drawing runes out of thin air many times, but this is the first time he has seen runes with such a large range and complicated strokes.
The blood on the Vientiane Pen is getting less and less, and the river bank shrouded in the night has clearly shown a dazzling rune of golden red.
The last stroke fell.
The edge of the pen outlines the hook of Cangqiu, Beiquan takes back the natal magic weapon, seals with both hands, and shouts: "Turn!"
Following his order, the huge golden-red talisman actually took the center of the circle as the fulcrum and slowly rotated counterclockwise.
It spins slowly at first, but accelerates every second, and after a full circle, it is almost impossible to see the strokes on it.
Wei Fuyuan held his breath—he had a gut feeling that something was about to happen soon.
And Tian Jiaxing next to him was so nervous that his eyes were rounded, and he pinched Master Wei's arm with both hands, choking his life without knowing it.
Finally, when Wei Fuyuan could not count how many times Fu Lu had turned, he vaguely heard a "rumbling" sound in the distance.
Wei Fuyuan: "!!!"
He followed the sound and saw a torrent coming from the upstream, carrying the might of thunder, rushing down the long dried-up river, approaching at an astonishingly fast speed.
Beiquan turned his head at this moment and stretched out his hand towards Wei Fuyuan: "Come here!"
Wei Fuyuan: "!!!"
- This is just like the flood of the Yellow River, what are you trying to do!
In the flash of light and flint, he only flashed such a thought in his mind that he had no time to say, and watched Beiquan, who reached out to him, was swallowed whole by the sudden wave!
Wei Fuyuan: "Fuck!!!"
He didn't even have time to think about it, the body's response was faster than the brain's.
At the moment when he cried out, Wei Fuyuan had already thrown away Tian Zaixian who was holding his arm, rushed up with an arrow, and plunged into the Hongfeng...
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Wei Fuyuan wanted to go to the Beiquan that was swept away by the current, but he obviously never experienced the power of the flood. Almost as soon as he fell into the water, he felt like a button in the front-loading washing machine, being shot by the water pressure. He was dizzy and couldn't tell the difference between east, west, north and south at all.
For about a second or two, Wei Fuyuan seemed to lose consciousness.
But then, he was choked by the water and woke up again.
He opened his eyes in the water and found himself slapped into the bottom of the river by the waves.
The river water was mixed with a lot of sand and soil, and it was very turbid, but he could barely see things. Fortunately, the water flow seemed to be a little gentler than he thought, at least Wei Fuyuan could still swim.
At this time, he had no time to think about why it was so dark that he couldn't see his fingers in the middle of the night just now, but now when he opened his eyes, he could see things under the water.
Because the most urgent and only thought in Wei Fuyuan's heart was—where is Beiquan!
As he treads the water, he swims to the surface.
Just when Young Master Wei was about to emerge from the water, he suddenly saw a figure in white clothes in Yingyingchuochuo about a few meters away from the left front.
- North Spring!
Wei Fuyuan remembered the color of Beiquan's clothes, and he immediately swam in that direction.
"North Spring!"
He stretched his neck with all his might, and as soon as he took a breath, he shouted at the figure in front of him, and then inevitably choked on the fishy and bitter river water.
Wei Fuyuan's voice with all his strength was swallowed up by the sound of water almost as soon as he exited.
The figure in white in the distance didn't move, just floated on the water with its back to the sky and face down - I don't know if it was directly knocked out by the water pressure when I fell into the water just now.
Wei Fuyuan was even more anxious.
He used his prehistoric power to row desperately in the water, trying to scoop up Beiquan before the current carried people farther.
But sailing against the current was even more difficult than Wei Fuyuan had imagined.
"North Spring! North Spring!!"
Wei Fuyuan was about to go crazy.
He was ruthless, gritted his teeth and held his breath, plunged his head into the water, thumped twice, and finally grabbed the hem of the man's clothes on the water before he couldn't catch his breath.
"North Spring!!"
Wei Fuyuan jumped out of the water abruptly, hooked the opponent's shoulder with his backhand, turned the person over with a "wow", and then took a closer look—
- A pale and pale face, swollen and deformed after being soaked in the water for an unknown period of time, appeared in front of him!
The author has something to say: In other words, when I was chatting with Jiyou before, I mentioned this paragraph. After listening to Jiyou: Comrade Xiaowei still does not resign like this, he really loves Beiquan!