musicians of old

Chapter 178 Reconfirming that the Door Is Closed (4K [-]-in-[-])

The echoes of the bathing light released by "Guiding the Sun" are still flowing in the corridor, and the bright sunlight shines on the weird picture frames, statues and dolls, showing a ferocious and bright color.

As far as Fan Ning could see, another group of flames rose up. After the crackling sound of deflagration, the strange thing crawling in front disappeared without a trace again, leaving only the smoky blackness on the ground.

Even in an ordinary spiritual state, he can already use "temperature retrograde" to gradually heat up objects without resorting to existing heat sources, but the efficiency is far from meeting the needs of this emergency situation. Spirituality perceives part of the temperature of the sun as a source of heat exchange to achieve this rapid, violent and large-scale deflagration.

The three of them finally had a chance to breathe. After a little distance from the deformed "paint ball" surging behind them, the curse seal in Joan's hand turned into purple dust and fell, and then she grabbed the other two and slammed into the wall. go.

The masonry of the wall rippled like water, and one's own figures were submerged in it one after another.

With Fanning's astral body still carrying the reverberating sense of dissonance, the room across the wall seemed quite bright, but there seemed to be an eerie green tint in the light.

"The door is there." Several people quickly locked their eyes on the next exit, and when they were about to flee, there was a clear sound of glass shattering, and in the long cabinet at Fanning's feet, a deformed humanoid specimen sat upright. Get up and hug his legs.

Delineate the space, detect the sun, pull each other, the stench of burnt smell wafts out, the specimen quickly turns into coke, and Fan Ning swung down the crowbar vigorously, splitting the deformed corpse in two.

A scorched arm with more than twenty fingers was still holding Fanning's thigh.

After a delay of just a few seconds, the three of them had already seen colorful and bright paint overflowing like garlands from the cracks in the door and the corners of the ceiling at the other end of the room.Obviously, there is no need to look at the scene outside the door anymore.

"This way." In a hurry, Joan pulled the three of them and fell to a wall again.

Harsh and joyful human voices roared, and the red, blue, purple and black paint dragged a dozen stacked picture frames and squirmed on the ground.

Slow action and temperature exchange came at the same time, the crowbar in Fanning's hand was slammed down crazily, sawdust flew, and burnt black paint agglomerates were split everywhere.

The three fled, and after passing through another wall, Fan Ning saw that horrible "paint ball" almost filled the entire room, and the side close to his nose was quickly dented, revealing a deep and deep hole. Bottomless black hole.

Joan screamed in fright, grabbed the vests of the two, and fell back to the previous room.

However, this place has become like a leaky bag, where there are gaps, the paint is constantly squeezed out.

Change sides and continue across.

The reverberation of the light in Fanning's spirituality has disappeared, and the underground building has returned to darkness, mixed with a strange green.

So in the following time, the three of them ran through the wall in a panic, but they were forced to run away within a few seconds each time they landed. They found in a trance that almost all the objects in this underground building had come to life. The paint balls overflowing from the lower "gallery" are still growing rapidly, filling room after room, leaving less and less room to escape.

Joan, who consumed the most inspiration, was already pale as paper. Fan Ning and Sheeran continued to perform temperature exchange and slow progress, and their condition was already very poor.

Purple light gushed out, and the three of them once again got out from the rippling wall.

Fanning found that the door was close at hand, and he closed it tightly with a "bang", and then the three of them, who were soaked all over, squatted down together, panting heavily.

"The paint on the wall is gone?" Fanning wiped the sweat off his face, breathing hard while looking around.

Futons were scattered on the ground, with an inexplicable hemispherical "boiler" in the middle, shredded papers, ink bottles, and quills piled up on the desk in the corner of the room, and the rusty copper wire that I had removed from the book before was still faintly visible in the dim light.

This is the great room that was once full of paint.

Unexpectedly, everyone fled back here again in a panic, but now all the walls are empty.

"I remember that there were some strange specimens and instruments on the table before, and they seem to have disappeared."

"Maybe he came back alive and ran out?"

Hilan and Joan held their chests and said out of breath.

In just a few seconds of talking, dense paint began to slowly flow out from the crack of the door that Fan Ning had closed tightly.

Seeing this scene, Joan gritted her teeth and struggled to stand up, first holding Sheeran's hand, and then going to pull Fanning.

"Wait." Xi Lan held Joan in his arms, "The texture of this room seems to be good, and it's quite tight."

Hearing this, Fan Ning's eyes lit up: "Yes, try the 'Holy Curtain'!"

Joan hurriedly took out the sacrificial vessel that Sheeran had entrusted to her for safekeeping from the small black box.

Before that, everyone couldn't use it at all, because the paint was leaking everywhere in all the rooms, and the flat curtain wall it made couldn't be completely blocked, and everyone couldn't find a breathing space to stimulate it.

"I'll do it," Fanning said, "You've consumed too much."

"But what I study is 'key', the effect will be better." Joan shook her head.

"You forgot, I already understand the 'key'." Fan Ning stretched out his hand and took the bundle of lavender scrolls.

"Boundaries are the skin of the world, and invisible things have their limits." He spat out a Turungalian secret biography invoking the invisible power of the "Tower Caster".

The scroll was lifted and the canvas unfolded. At that moment, the three of them could see the shapeless pattern on it. First, there were alternating and rotating gold stones, silver shavings, and amalgam flashing before their eyes, and then it seemed to become a purple-gold gem lamp or hook. The fractal petals are connected, and the last thing you see is a tower-shaped pattern with cracks, and there is a faint flash of electricity in between.

"...he promises never to look at me, he promises never to teach me, he promises never to find me, but I must read what makes me, what I make, what divides me, what I divide , what is far from me, what is I far from..."

An invisible boundary wall began to form on the plane of the door, and because it hadn't been completely sealed, under excessive extrusion, colorful grout began to overflow from the corners.

Fanning felt a throbbing pain at the back of his head, he bit his lips and continued to chant: "...just because He exists forever in the history of shaping, in the history of fractals, in those great processes, I, as always, observe the lightning-like inspiration, or Bloom like sparks, or wither like rags..."

After reciting the secret biography, Fan Ning quickly closed the bundle of pictures on time.

There was a crackling sound, the door was torn apart, and the fragments were swept into the deformed "paint ball" and disappeared in an instant.

The colorful paints couldn't go any further, they touched the non-existent surface, like a human face clinging to the glass, the raised fine bumps were squeezed into a flat surface, and the cries of pain and excitement were mixed through the distorted texture , making the room buzz.

The crowbar in Fanning's hand slammed again, and the cyan streamer jumped in the dimness, smashing the paint that had penetrated before.

... finally blocked it temporarily.The three of them bowed their waists, put their hands on their knees and let out a long sigh of relief.

"This sacrificial vessel...how long can I manage it?" Fanning asked.

"In the past activation records, the longest can reach 90 minutes and 16 seconds, and the shortest is 21 minutes and 6 seconds." Sheeran said.

"Well...at least we have twenty minutes, it's too short, barely enough to think, but it's better than the escape moment when you couldn't say a word just now." Fanning started pacing back and forth in the room, "...Speaking of which, this room Why are the seams so tight that the all-permeable blob of paint on the outside can't get in through the door? Joan, can you look at the other walls, are there any that haven't deteriorated enough to allow us to escape noodle?"

Joan hurriedly took out a curse seal again, and began to probe in one by one, checking the other three walls.

When her face was lifted out of the last wall, there was a hint of worry on her face: "Caroun... these three sides are all rocks and mud, this room has reached the edge of the underground building, even if we can go through the wall , and there is no way to get out of the mountain..."

Fanning's expression changed upon hearing this.

Could it be that he was trapped here to death?

"Isn't that right?" He suddenly pointed his finger at a place inside, "You said there are rocks on three sides, so why is there a door here?"

The two girls followed his gaze and saw that there was indeed an inconspicuous small stone door in the other corner opposite to the desk.

It looks a bit awkward, not because of the shape—everyone is used to the decorative style that can be seen everywhere in this underground building, with hints of anthropomorphic associations—it is awkward because of the location.

Just imagine a square room, the door always has to be opened to the middle of a certain wall, even if it is not in the middle, it is not placed on the rightmost edge, especially now with this weird way of opening, the three of them feel that the edge of the door They have almost turned at a right angle and reached the wall on the other side.

Fan Ning asked: ". Just stayed in this room for a long time, did you find this door?"

The two girls shook their heads blankly, and Joan said: "At that time, my attention was attracted too much... There are too many weird things in this house, the 'big pot' in the middle, futons all over the floor, weird-looking instruments and specimens on the desk. , the document "Octogonium"... By the way, there is also the weirdest wall paint, it should be ranked first..."

"By the way, the walls are full of paint..." Joan's long series of words reminded Fanning.

There is a simple and crude but convincing explanation: it may be that the paint was everywhere, too thick and too thick.

Now that the walls are bare, it is natural to see this unremarkable stone door.

He came closer and tried to push.

It's not too heavy, and the stone door is sufficiently lubricated in the groove on the ground. If you add more force, it should be able to be pushed open slowly, but he stopped because there was a hanging eyeball on the raised eyeball Small wooden picture frame.

The flashlights of the three of them were all exhausted, but there were still a lot of tallow candles in their backpacks.

Take out one and light it, under the weak light, a large section of small characters like ants come into view.

These small characters are all in Turangalian, and the content is like a hymn sung by a person in a state of intoxication or ecstasy. Some places are repeatedly rewritten with hyperactive lines so that it is difficult to see clearly, and some places are filled with a lot of unknown words. The complex content of the cloud seems to be just empty vocabulary piled up to maintain a certain "emotional state", and there are still some places with traces of blunt splicing.

"When a man wishes to see the holy fountain, he must ██, and show him two marks...he shall call out to him █hundred and thirty-three times in the manner of ██, and he shall remember that if more than If this number is exceeded, his blood will be poured on his own head, if it is less than this number, ██ offspring ███, but once he counts █ hundred and thirty three times, he will immediately ████"

"...those who have seen the holy fountain shall be divided into infinite groups, the first group shall say, Holy, holy, holy, and kneel and worship, and the second group shall say, Holy, holy, holy, and kneel Worship, the third group said... (repeated pointlessly over twenty times)"

"...changed, ██, melted, magnified, exalted, blessed, ██, presented...without end, without end...His name is Sahayawi, his name is Jwaya Wei, his name is Traye Xiyawei (there are more than [-] sentences, the third person pronoun is a common form, the spelling of the name is confusing, all are forced transliteration by Fan Ning)...The favor and crown belong to the one who has changed, Decoration and miracles belong to the one who transforms, knowledge and mighty power belong to the one who transforms (there are more than ten sentences, piled up with meaningless praise words)..."

As Fanning read, he felt a kind of bewildered but encouraged frenzy. He felt that something was wrong, and quickly moved the candle away.

But after thinking for a few seconds in the dark, he brought the candle closer again, but this time he turned the frame over.

There are also words on this side, but the font is bigger, and it is in ancient Hoffman language. A short sentence made Fan Ning's pupils shrink suddenly.

"Please double check that the door is closed."

What made the three of them feel weird, terrifying and frightening was that the word "again" in the sentence was written very hard, but it could be seen that the tip of the pen had sunk into the wood and turned into a deep scratch!
Sheeran glanced back worriedly.

The huge deformed "pigment ball" is firmly attached to the non-existent plane, and slides around, looking from a distance like a flat and colorful dynamic graffiti painting.

"Caroun, we've probably passed ten minutes..." She couldn't help reminding.

Fan Ning frowned, his eyes were fixed on the small picture frame, it could be seen that he was thinking quickly in his heart.

"What should we do? We seem to have no other way to go, let's go in and try?" She asked again.

"Don't, don't, think again." Qiong's soft voice was trembling at this moment, "The shortest record of this sacrificial vessel in the past is [-] minutes, but this time it may not be so short, there may be some time, Let's think about it again, I feel that this door is too scary, who knows what will happen when we go in..."

"No matter how terrifying it is, can it be as terrifying as being swallowed by this group of deformed monsters?" Sheeran's face was ugly, "And you just detected that there are rocks behind these three walls. Make a hole to hide..."

"Then why don't you just go through the wall..." Joan pouted.

"Go in." Fanning said suddenly.

The two stopped discussing and looked at him in unison: "...Callon, are you really, sure?"

"Sure." Fanning took a deep breath, and then added:
"However, let's try to close our eyes and go in."

　Thanks to August 8th, the three consecutive monthly tickets for hundreds of millions of years of famine~Thanks for the decadent farewell, book friend tail number 12, I want to dig potatoes, Xingyaya, and a monthly ticket for copying cats~
　　
　
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