musicians of old

Chapter 619 Ring Ruins

Why would a bunch of fox lily petals float over from the depths of the B-105 abnormal zone?

Xilan had only learned about the customs and culture of Tia City from geography books, and what impressed him most was undoubtedly the fox lily field. The book said that the fox lilies had peculiar shapes, gorgeous and elegant temperaments, and a fragrance that penetrated deep into the lungs. Looking around, it was like a burning sea of ​​fire.

However, the South Country is a history that no longer exists.

She felt that she could no longer see through Fanning.

"Well, indeed, the mobile phone is not a mobile phone in the real sense, but a kind of external 'projected symbol'. It is a collection of some important witnesses of the past, goodbyes and some specific memories."

"The power of secret history, the power of secret history. Perhaps the essence of various 'paradoxical antiques' is like this."

Fanning muttered to himself.

  The fox lily leaf in his hand changed shape one after another, from a thick workbook to a stack of dark-colored films, then to a church scripture, a modern camera, and once to an iPad with a larger screen.

Finally, it turned back into the form of a black mobile phone and disappeared from his hand.

"Carlon, you are looking at me, right? You can observe me here?"

Suddenly, June's voice rang out in Fanning's mind.

"Yes." Fan Ning's heart moved and he responded immediately.

Sure enough, by re-establishing contact with the planted Southern Country projection, despite the great distance between them and the interference of the secret history turbulence, at least in the small area at the center of the projection, some information was barely enough to communicate and interact on a spiritual level!

The sound is just intermittent, noisy and distorted, just like the "snow points" on a TV screen when the signal is poor.

There are even a lot of meaningless dream talking mixed in. This situation often occurs among beginners of dream control, which makes it impossible to concentrate the mind effectively. At this time, the talking coming from the abnormal area is more serious.

"It seems that you have been promoted to 'New Moon' faster than I thought." Joan's voice in Fanning's mind sounded again, "Has anything unusual happened to your gallery key recently? For example, it seems that I..."

Why did Joan bring up the topic of "keys"? Fanning was startled, and just as he was about to hold his breath and concentrate to "listen" more clearly, the following words were mixed with a lot of nagging noises and mumblings, like a huge snowstorm burying the signal tower.

".Can you still sense it?"

"Joan?"

Fanning tried several times to stabilize his mind as much as possible.

"Well, I mean, I've seen some possible 'omens' recently, and some of them are related to your art gallery key, so I want to ask you if you have encountered anything unusual recently."

"Indeed." Fanning immediately and concisely recounted what happened in the cemetery that night.

". Let me ask you something first." His tone was very serious. After repeating what he had said, he immediately asked a series of questions, "Can you be more specific about the 'omen' you saw? Dream images? Divination? Spiritual perception? Secret agreement? A ritual that provides revelation?. But according to previous investigation experience, it is basically impossible to get any response from the Lord of Witnesses in the Abnormal Zone. Or, Joan, first tell me how you feel about staying in the projection of Southern Country's history during this period of time? Are there any signs of abnormal changes in the surrounding situation? I suspect that Mr. F is secretly exerting some influence again."

"Actually, it's not that complicated. I just saw it by chance." Joan responded, "I saw a dark garden. You were on my left. There were tombstones, car beams, keys and scattered papers. The witness symbol on the base of the tombstone was shrinking and deforming, like a snake and a whirlpool. That's about it."

Fanning, who was in spiritual communication, could not help but open his eyes and looked at Xilan who was standing next to him. She was on Fanning's right. She also stood on Fanning's right when they were in the cemetery before.

"You saw it correctly, it happened a few hours ago, but it should be Xilan who saw it. She is next to me now, and she was there just now. To be precise, Xilan and I were the only ones who witnessed the key inexplicably moving to another place. So, did you use any special means?"

"'Perspective'. This word is used very accurately." Joan nodded lightly.

"Now I often see many other 'perspectives', or 'substitutions', or 'observations'. The feeling of time and space is jumping and faulting. First of all, there are some historical pictures, including the history that I am familiar with and that everyone is familiar with, the history of mankind and heritage, and the unknown and complicated secret history. Then the others are pictures of life experiences, some of which are my own life, various pictures from the past, some of which are other people I am familiar with and who have one or more layers of connection with me, and some of which are people and things that seem to have no connection at all."

"That shouldn't be the case." Fanning frowned. "What you described should be the influence of the secret history turbulence. I also felt it at the time, but later I planted the Southern Kingdom projection. As long as it doesn't get eroded, my cognition should remain stable if I stay inside it."

"It's not the secret history turbulence, it's the 'X coordinate'." Qiong's answer startled Fanning.

He remembered the dangerous spot on the mountainside where he had planted the projection.

  That was the second highest point. Looking up, the highest point in the distance was the lighthouse. If you turned your head, across the abyss-like cliff, there was a huge pile of crimson things that were hard to describe.

"'X Coordinate' is affecting me," Joan said. "One day, some time after you left, I suddenly saw it."

"It was either a dream or a sight, with jumping flashes of thought, and the perspective zooming in and out rapidly. Later, I often saw it intermittently, and then there were other perspectives with discontinuities. You described it as a 'huge dangerous building or ruins' before, which was quite accurate. What I saw was indeed something like a ruin, a towering, circular, crowded ruin, with countless upper and lower layers, and countless forks in the road."

Fanning's frown deepened.

The first feeling Fanning had about the "X coordinate" in the distance of the cliff was extreme discomfort, but he really couldn't understand Joan's description.

Circular ruins?

  The time and space perception of jumping faults?

What is this pollution coming from?

"I'll find a way to get you out right away."

"In the midst of the chaos, the decision to plant the projection was made too hastily. Looking back, if we had chosen a location where it was not so easy to "look directly" at, the situation might have been better. However, there were more threats from the front at the time, and the terrain of that mountain range... In short, before this, no matter what happens or what you see, you should not leave the area of ​​the Southern Country's historical projection."

"Right away? Are you serious?" Joan on the other side of the Abnormal Zone suddenly smiled. "Actually, when you think about it this way, you are a bit contradictory. At least it shouldn't be 'right away'."

".Contradiction?" Fan Ning felt as if he saw the snowstorm whistling from the mountain ridge again, saw her parting her lavender hair, and smelled the unusual wine-red scent of hawthorn flowers.

"At first, you advised me not to be promoted to the Order Enforcer, and then you chose to go to the Lighthouse alone because you were worried that I, as the 'Snake of Truth', would block your birth and become a 'pollution medium'. I would become a time bomb around you, right?"

"So, if you think so, then now that you have finally escaped death and have hurried back to B-105 to find me, you are not afraid of being left inside. Or do you actually not think so? Then why did you insist on not wanting me to go with you?"

"You are very contradictory, isn't that right?"