My master is invincible

Chapter 1756 Qi Long (57)

As soon as I smelled the rancid smell, my first reaction was to peer inside.

It was pitch black and nothing could be seen.

Gao Lao seemed to smell the rancid smell, and he came over and asked me, "Jiu Yazi, is there a corpse in here?"

I frowned, if there were corpses in this room, it would most likely be Stutter and Wen Xue.

With this thought in my mind, I took a tight breath, I didn't dare to hesitate, and quickly got into the small hole.

Seeing me slipping in, Mr. Gao immediately followed me.

Soon, the two of us got into the room.

When I first entered the room, my first impression was darkness, followed by a bone-chilling coldness, which was as cold as an ice cave, which made my skin crawl.

"Jiu Yazi, why is your house so cold!" Gao Lao muttered, subconsciously tightening his clothes.

I didn't speak, the main reason was how could the temperature in my house be so low, and the rancid smell was getting heavier and heavier. In the end, the rancid smell was even more choking and I pinched my nose directly.

Since I was anxious to find Jieba and Wen Xue, I didn't stay where I was for long, so I tentatively walked out of the room, and tentatively called out, "Stutter, Wen Xue."

To my disappointment, the room was so empty that there was no echo at all.

What's even more strange is that I came in my own room. I am very familiar with this room. Even though it is dark inside, I can still find the door easily.

But, I groped for a long time, not to mention that I couldn't find the door, and I couldn't even find the place to turn on the light.

Heck.

This is wrong!Ordinarily, in my own home, it must be a breeze to find the light switch and the door, but the fact is just the opposite.

At the moment, I took a deep breath and began to analyze the situation in front of me.

If it is an illusion, I am not convinced. The reason is that the general illusion has to rely on the eyes of the human body, and then the illusion is generated through the vision and feeling of the human eye.

However, in this room, it was pitch black, and nothing could be seen.

In other words, in this situation, it is impossible to create any illusion.

If where we are now is not an illusion, then there is a problem.

Why can't I find my switch and gate at home.

At this moment, Gao Lao pulled me and asked me: "Jiuzi, why are you doing this!"

I replied that I don't know, and I didn't speak again, but I began to think about why this room became like this.

According to what I know, there are only two possibilities for this kind of situation in ordinary rooms. One is that the rancid smell in this room is too strong, which disturbs the five senses of the body, thus creating an illusion similar to a hallucination.

The second is what kind of formation was set up in this room.

However, there is a prerequisite for setting up a formation, that is, the five senses of a person must be affected. However, this room is pitch-black, and it is impossible for a formation to appear.

This puzzled me a lot, and I felt that the room was full of weirdness everywhere.

At the moment, I took a deep breath, forced myself to calm down, and stepped back a few steps, just to the position of the window.

"Gao Lao, follow me closely, don't walk around!" I greeted Gao Lao.

Gao Lao naturally understood what I was worried about, so he said: "Jiu Yazi, don't worry, I will never go anywhere!"

I hummed and told him to stand where he was and not to move around. I tentatively walked towards the left side next to the wall.

If I remember correctly, there is an old-fashioned wardrobe next to the window in my room, and a round mirror in the middle of the wardrobe.

After walking for about seven or eight times, I tentatively knocked on the wall a few times.

To my disappointment, when I knocked it down, it felt soft, not like knocking on the wardrobe, but like knocking on a sponge. When I knocked hard, the entire wall was actually sunken.

What the hell is going on here.

I muttered something, didn't dare to hesitate, quickly took out the lighter from my pocket, and slid it hard a few times.

I don't know what's going on, I didn't slip the lighter, but I can clearly feel the position of the lighter, and there are bursts of burning sensation.

In terms of feeling, the lighter must be slipping, but I just can't see the light from the lighter.

Is there something wrong with the eyes?

In order to verify this situation, I ignited the lighter again, took out a cigarette from my pocket, and immediately moved towards the lighter.

In less than a moment, I immediately smelled a faint smell of smoke, took a deep breath of the cigarette, and I could clearly feel that the cigarette was lit, but I just couldn't see the fire point coming out of the cigarette butt. .

"Master Gao!" I called out to him and asked, "Did you see the light?"

He shook his head and said, "No! This room is so dark, how can we see the light!"

My face darkened, what was going on, why the lighter was obviously slipping, but I couldn't see the light, why the cigarette was lit, but I couldn't see the fire point.

This made me fall into contemplation, without saying a word, I walked along the wall again, and continued to walk to the left. Every few steps, I would raise my hand and knock on the wall, which was exactly the same as before, as if the knock was not on the wall. But a sponge.

In less than a moment, I walked along the wall and returned to the original place.

This gave me a kind of error, as if the whole room was wrapped in a layer of sponge.

What happened?
My heart was as heavy as iron, and I didn't dare to delay any longer, so I hurriedly said to Gao Lao, "Gao Lao, can you carry me on your back?"

He was startled, as if he didn't understand what I meant, so he asked me: "I can't recite it, but, what are you doing!"

I didn't hide it from him, so I told him that I wanted to stand on his shoulder and knock the ceiling.

Of course, I didn't do this without purpose, just to prove whether the whole room is really wrapped in sponge.

When the old man heard this, he agreed immediately without saying a word.

Soon, Gao Lao squatted down and said to me: "Come up!"

"Okay!" I replied, touched Gao Lao, climbed on his back, and then sat down on his shoulder.

As soon as I sat down here, Mr. Gao asked me, "Are you ready? I'm going to get up."

I hummed and replied, "Okay!"

Slowly, Gao Lao got up. I don't know if Gao Lao is really getting old, or what happened. When he got up, he seemed to be struggling. It took him almost a minute before he straightened up.

When he stood up, I reached out and touched the ceiling. What puzzled me was that the ceiling was cold. I tapped on the ceiling tentatively. It was not like the soft feeling before, but extremely hard. .

I looked ecstatic, thinking that the smallpox should be fine.

But, the next second, my smile stopped.

(End of this chapter)