musicians of old

Chapter 177 They Are All Out (4K [-]-in-[-])

"Xiran, is the sacrificial vessel you applied to carry reliable?" Fan Ning asked anxiously.

He stared unblinkingly at the "Alert Record" which seemed to be bubbling with a lot of bubbles.

With Extraordinary factors and signs of life... Satisfying these two factors at the same time?This revelation is no joke!

"After I took it out from the basement of the Guidance School, I tested it a few times on the spot and it was accurate. The number of bubbles that popped up was the number of me and the members around me...even the positions of the members can barely match the number of members it is based on. The relative distance of the bubbles in the center of the circle."

Fan Ning thought for a while, and asked a key question: "So... how far is the display range?"

"Maybe a radius of more than ten meters?" Sheeran recalled, "...not very far away, so this sacrificial vessel is of limited use in operations on a vast ground, but it is suitable for this type of ancient underground relics." explore."

Fan Ning seemed to breathe a sigh of relief: "It seems that its accuracy is not stable. From my spiritual sense, the sound source of those few sounds is definitely more than ten meters away, and it may not be in the alchemist research site on this floor...on this record The extra air bubbles should have nothing to do with the sound."

"Caroun, I seemed to be dazzled just now?" Joan said.

"how?"

"...I seem to see the paint in that place twist." She stretched out her little finger and pointed somewhere on the wall of the room.

"Your inspiration is also too high." Fan Ning's face was not very good, "I have had this kind of dizziness several times before, just don't think about it."

He pulled out a crowbar from behind, swiped it quickly against the wall, and scraped away a small handful of hardened paint: "Pick up a little and put it in a sealing bag, don't touch it with your hands, remember you brought tweezers, and then we evacuated here quickly... Although The apocalypse of 'Alert Records' may not be accurate, but those few sounds in the distance are real."

Qiong Yiyan squatted down, and after she opened the backpack, Fan Ning took advantage of the ten or so seconds, bent his head on his side, and reached out and gently opened the title page of "Octogonium Codex".

Curiosity told Fan Ning that there might be some hidden knowledge in the "Octogonium" that could answer doubts, but reason reminded him of the risk of contacting hidden knowledge rashly. Roughly what is the content.

""The Battle of Persuasion", "Investigation of the Facts of the Great Court", "On the Chariot Ascension to Heaven", "Sacred Spring Tantra", "Records of Human Body Transmutation"..."

Transcripts, which means that this is a series of collections of earlier historical documents sorted out, transcribed and annotated by Oakgang. Fanning read the titles of these sub-volumes, and vaguely felt that this is a group of little-known, high-level hidden persons. occult classics.

If you want to learn substantial gains from it, you need to study carefully day and night, and it is obviously not a suitable time.

At the same time that Joan finished packaging the paint, Fan Ning picked up the pile of heavy booklets and put them directly into his backpack.

"Let's go." Fanning had just uttered a word, but his and Sheeran's eyes saw a sentence.

It was an ancient Hoffman sentence written in dark green paint that was seen on the table after the booklet was removed: "My face is His face, and His image is my image."

"Benjamin said it?" "Okgang wrote it?" The two said at the same time.

Fan Ning, who didn't care about this sentence before, couldn't help thinking carefully.

Literally understood, use your own face or image to draw the face or image of a certain existence?
Could it be that the Association of Alchemists, or the sacred object of the School of Harmony, the "Fountain in the Painting", is a Lord of Witnesses?
Joan stood up holding the backpack straps with both hands, and immediately saw that sentence. After a quick and tortuous association, her voice trembled a little: "Caroun, Sheeran..."

"You said, could the pigments you saw along the way be formed by living people?..."

As soon as this remark came out, the three of them looked at the red, blue, green and purple splashing all over the wall, and then recalled the leftover scene of similar weird sacrifices they had seen before, their legs almost went limp from fright.

Fan Ning felt a strange sense of distortion in front of his eyes again, and the whole room seemed to be glowing with green light, and after taking a few breaths, he held the arms of the two with both hands: "What are you waiting for, let's go. "

"Bangdang-" "Bangdang-" "Bangdang-"

The voice came again from somewhere at a certain distance.

The two girls walked out quickly, and Fan Ning stepped behind, and the successive abnormal noises made several people couldn't help but get faster and faster.

First he trotted, then he ran, first he rushed into a certain room, and then staggered towards the door on the other side, smashing the strange things in the room into clangs in the dimness.

Just as the three of them ran to the beginning of the outer circular corridor and were about to approach the collapsed stone stairwell on the side of the "gallery"—

There were two "bangs" again, and the huge picture frame with colorful "abstract paintings" on both sides suddenly fell off and hit the ground straight.

The red, blue, green and purple pigments began to squirm and grow, and wrapped around the wooden frame, driving it together, twisting slightly on the ground, making a creaking sound.

What's even more creepy is that, whether it's hallucination or reality, there seems to be something else mixed in with the sound of the picture frame.

It was a hoarse cry like a human voice, the voice was indistinguishable from male to female, trembling for a long time, and vaguely mixed with some inhuman high-pitched and sharp dense sound, as if a group of people were enjoying some ancient music. Like the weird sacrificial experience process, it is extremely painful, but it also sounds full of exaltation and excitement.

Fanning and Sheeran's first reaction was to draw their guns, load them, and aim, but their outstretched arms were trembling blankly.

...where should I aim?
...Can this thing kill?

...Is it even a living thing?

Fan Ning thought that he was extremely calm every time he faced a battle with someone with knowledge, but at this moment he suddenly remembered a sentence he had often heard in his previous life: Terror that can be attributed to insufficient firepower is not terror.

He took a step forward and stood in front of the two girls, but his forehead, palms, back, and soles of his feet began to sweat.

The confrontation scene at this moment is very embarrassing. The place where one's own side is standing, the stone steps back to the "gallery" area, and the place where the two picture frames fell are exactly one of the three forked roads.

If you want to retreat the same way, you will inevitably step forward to shorten the distance from these two mutated picture frames.

Before Fan Ning could make a decision, those squirming paints suddenly split into winding bright viscous liquids, dragging the frame and flowing towards the three of them!

"Bang bang bang——" Sheeran couldn't help but fired a few shots on the ground. Her marksmanship was very accurate, and each bullet hit the paint, and the colorful liquid splashed everywhere for a while, but she didn't know what was going on.

Fanning retracted his pistol, and the moment he pulled out the crowbar on his back, the metal head on the front end already had the heat of Sheeran's barrel.

He slashed hard, and the cyan streamer flashed across the darkness, splitting the puddle of slurry that was rushing towards him, the feeling was exactly the same as when he was shoveling the paint before.Colorful splattered all over the ground, and the tip of the crowbar was also stained a lot.

After swinging the stick, Fan Ning and the two people behind him stepped back a few steps, but before they could react, the two puddles of slurry suddenly turned around, dragging the picture frame to the other side of the Sancha Road. One end - the direction of the stone steps leading to the lower "gallery" area flows away.

A long series of winding and colorful stains were left on the ground.

"...This doesn't seem to be a living thing, but why does it move?" Several people felt strangely at a loss in their hearts.

It was just these few seconds of dazed effort, and they heard a lot of noise coming from the rear that had just run all the way!

Not only was there the sound of crackling a large pile of wooden shelves, but Fanning also seemed to hear objects such as bottles and jars or plaster blocks falling to the ground—especially the latter, he thought carefully, the only thing he had seen before Plaster objects, those weird statues or models!

Looking back, in the dim corridor, except for the faint green light that came from nowhere, I couldn't see anything clearly. I just felt that there were countless nightmare-like things coming towards me in places that my vision had never reached.

"Run out first." Several people ran away in a hurry, and chose the stone door they came from according to their memories, but when they pushed it open, they were startled by the scene in front of them.

The air was filled with the irritating stench of the previous sink. On the stone steps extending down, thick columnar paints of various colors gushed up like squeezing toothpaste. Countless screams mixed with pain and excitement, in the Layer upon layer of echoes formed in this space!
"I remember the second stone gate on the right. The degree of collapse is only a little worse than this road. It should be barely passable."

After Xilan quickly recalled, the three continued to turn and run away.

In five seconds, when the three of them stumbled to the stone door, they saw the cracks in the middle door, the cracks in the upper and lower doors, the protruding eyeball decorations and the damaged holes...all of them were squeezing out paint, and a pile of paint had gathered on the ground. Small stalls, and constant wriggling bulges.

"What should I do, it seems that the entire connection is like this, we can't go back to the gallery." Joan's face was ugly.

"See if there is another exit on this floor." Fan Ning pulled the two of them back.

"Change the direction, there are a lot of things ahead!" After quickly turning an intersection, Xilan exclaimed suddenly, and she saw a pile of plaster statues that had been broken on the ground in the dim light ahead, dragging their remains and crawling towards the crowd. .

"Where is something?" Fanning asked suspiciously.

Sheeran bowed in discomfort, rubbing her eyes vigorously.

"Really, it seems to be a bunch of dolls and models." Fanning bit his lip.

He saw several doors creaking open in the corridor ahead, and a dozen puppets with various stains on their surfaces, specimens and plaster models came out from inside.

"Could it be a hallucination?" Fan Ning guessed in a trance, but in the next second, the door of the room behind him bounced open, and a humanoid doll suspended by an unknown string floated over like a ghost.

Its position was a head higher than Fanning's, and its body was stained with paint stains. The head with a weird smile was split open, revealing a row of illusory and dense teeth, and it bit down on Fanning's neck fiercely!

"Crack!——"

Fan Ning couldn't dodge it in time, so he turned his body slightly at the last moment. In addition, Sheeran stopped the doll's attacking action. In the end, a row of dense and deep tooth marks appeared on the upper part of his shoulder, and blood gushed out In an instant, half of the clothes were dyed red.

The severe pain made him stagger in an instant, and the next moment Xilan's bullets had poured on the doll, making it stiff. The next moment, the temperature exchange and retrograde, the doll was instantly scorched black, and then exploded and burned into black scum.

Joan stood on tiptoe and ran her hands over Fanning's neck and shoulders.

"The wound is too deep to heal completely." Her little hand quickly slid down from Fanning's shoulder to his arm. The original position was intact, but his arm had a row of fine holes, and a large amount of capillary blood leaked out.

…not hallucinations.Fanning stared at the dolls, specimens and plaster statues that kept crawling out from both sides, holding the remade "Guiding Sun", and slowly spit out a word in ancient Yanus language.

"bright!"

Mysterious golden lines of light erupted from the metal sheet.

Sunlight poured in from the windows, and the entire corridor became bright and warm, with warm currents rippling.

Hundreds of threads of inspiration are projected forward, delimiting the various parts of the group of objects in an instant. The other end of the inspiration passes through the doors and windows, pierces the rocks, and points directly at a scorching ancient existence high in the sky, pulling each other !

In front of it was a deflagration first, and then a sea of ​​flames.

"Where's the ashes? Why is there no ashes?" After the flames went out, Fanning stopped the temperature exchange and looked at the corridor ahead in disbelief.

Under the bright sunlight, the front is empty, only a large number of black smoke marks remain on the masonry walls.

...what is real and what is unreal?Fanning shook his head vigorously, then stared at the wound on his arm.

The real blood stained his sleeves red, and the real hot pain hit him one after another.

Layers upon layers of terrifying roars came from the other side. When they looked back, their vests were instantly drenched in cold sweat. Under the bright light, a large group of colorful "pigment balls" almost blocked the traffic in the entire corridor. In the cross-section, countless raised bumps wriggled on its surface, and various objects such as picture frames, plaster, dolls, and specimens were engulfed and tossed continuously.

Several people took a few steps back subconsciously. Fan Ning, whose complexion changed drastically, spit out the word "brightness" again. Taking advantage of the echo of the light from "Guiding the Fierce Sun", he once again invited the "Fire That Never Falls" invisible force.

Those cries mixed with pain and excitement became extremely loud.

The outer layer of the "pigment ball" became scorched black, and the bumps turned into ashes and fell, but in a blink of an eye, it was iterated by the slurry pulled out from the inside. Fan Ning consumed more than half of his inspiration, and did not hinder the development of this terrifying existence at all. speed.

"Run." He decisively pulled the two of them back and turned around to run away again, preparing to find an exit on this floor.

"Kangdang—" "Patta—" "Crackling——"

At this moment, more intensive sounds came from the other end of the corridor.

The picture frame fell, the paint squirmed, the statue hit the ground, the doll slid out, all the doors in the corridor bounced open, and piles and piles of strange objects came out, crawling towards the three of them!

And the giant deformed "pigment ball" in the original direction was less than five meters away from our side in a blink of an eye!
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