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"Xilan, is the ritual utensil you applied to carry reliable?" Fan Ning asked uneasily.

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He stared unblinkingly at the "alert record" which seemed to be boiling with a large number 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 and activated it, 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 several members around me... Even the positions of the members were barely consistent with it. The relative distance of the bubbles at 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?" Xilan tilted his head and recalled, "...it's not very far. Therefore, in a vast ground operation, this ritual tool has limited effect, but it is suitable for this type of ancient underground ruins. explore."

Fan Ning seemed to be relieved: "It seems that its accuracy is not stable. From the spiritual sense, the sound sources of those sounds are definitely more than ten meters away, and they may not be in the alchemist research site on this floor...this record The extra bubbles should have nothing to do with the sound.”

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

"how?"

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

"Your inspiration is also too high." Fan Ning's face was not so good, "I have felt dazzled several times before, just don't think too much."

He pulled out the crowbar from behind and swung it quickly against the wall, scraping away a small amount of hardened paint: "Pick a little and put it in the sealing bag. Don't touch it with your hands. Remember you brought tweezers, and then we evacuated here quickly... Although The revelation of 'Alert Record' may not be accurate, but those sounds in the distance were real."

Qiong Yiyan squatted down, and after she opened her backpack, Fan Ning took advantage of the ten seconds to lower his head and reached out to gently open the title page of the "Okegon Codex".

His thirst for knowledge told Fan Ning that there might be some hidden knowledge in the Oakgun Manuscript that could answer his doubts, but his reason reminded him of the risks of rashly approaching hidden knowledge. He decided to just glance at the table of contents first, which would reveal the contents of each volume. What is the content roughly.

"The War of Persuasion", "Investigation of the Great Palace's Deeds", "Theory on the Ascension of Chariots to Heaven", "Holy Spring Tantra", "Records of Observations on the Transformation of the Human Body"..."

Codex means that this is a collection of earlier historical documents compiled, transcribed and annotated by Okegang. Fan Ning read the titles of these volumes and vaguely felt that this was a group of little-known and high-status people. occult texts.

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

While Qiong was encapsulating the paint, Fan Ning picked up the heavy booklet and put it directly into his backpack.

"Let's go." Fan Ning just uttered a word, but his and Xilan's eyes saw a sentence.

It was an ancient Hoffman saying written in dark green paint that I saw on the table after the book was removed: "My face is His face, and His image is my image."

"Benjamin said it?" "Oxagon wrote it?" they both said at the same time.

Fan Ning, who had previously ignored this sentence, couldn't help but think about it carefully.

Literally understood, using one's own face or image to draw the face or image of a certain being?

Could it be that the "Fountain in the Painting", the sacred object of the Alchemist Guild or the School of Harmony, is a Lord of Witness?

Joan, who stood up with both hands holding the straps of her backpack, immediately saw that sentence. After a quick and tortuous association, her voice trembled: "Caron, Sheeran..."

"Do you think the paint we saw along the way was made of living people?..."

As soon as these words came out, the three of them looked at the red, blue, green and purple splashing all over the wall, and then recalled the scene they had seen before that looked like a weird sacrifice, their legs almost paralyzed with fear.

Fan Ning felt a strange distortion in front of his eyes, and the whole room seemed to be flashing green light. After taking a few deep breaths, he held their arms with both hands: "Why are you still standing there, hurry up and leave. "

"Bang Dang——" "Bang Dang——" "Bang Dang——"

The sound came again from somewhere some distance away.

The two girls walked out quickly, with Fan Ning stepping up behind them. A series of strange noises made them move faster and faster.

First running at a trot, then running, first rushing into a certain room, and then staggering towards the door on the other side, shattering the weird things in the room with a clanking sound in the darkness.

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 "gallery" side——

There was another "clang" sound, and the huge picture frame with colorful "abstract paintings" on both sides suddenly fell off and fell straight to the ground.

The red, blue, green and purple paint began to squirm and grow, wrapping around the wooden frame, pulling it along with it, twisting slightly on the ground, making a crunching sound.

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

It was a kind of hoarse shouting like a human voice, the voice could not be distinguished between men and women, it was trembling for a long time, and it was vaguely mixed with some inhuman high-pitched and sharp dense sounds, just like a group of people enjoying some ancient and weird sacrificial experience, extremely painful, but also full of excitement.

Fanning and Xilan's first reaction was to draw their guns, load them, and aim, but their outstretched arms were shaking in confusion.

...Where should I aim?

...Can this thing be killed?

...Is it a living thing?

Fanning thought that he was very calm every time he faced a battle with a knowledgeable person, 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 stepped forward and blocked the two girls, but his forehead, palms, back, and soles of his feet began to sweat.

The confrontation at this moment was very awkward. The relative positions of where they stood, the stone steps back to the "gallery" area, and the place where the two frames fell were exactly one of the three forks in the road.

If they wanted to retreat along the original route, they would have to move forward to close the distance with the two mutated frames.

Before Fanning made a decision, the wriggling paint suddenly split into a winding bright and viscous liquid, dragging the frames and flowing directly towards the three of them!

"Bang, bang, bang--" Xilan couldn't help but fire a few shots at the ground. Her shooting skills were very accurate. Every bullet hit the paint, and the colorful liquid splashed everywhere for a while, but I didn't know what it was for.

Fanning took back his pistol. The moment he pulled out the crowbar behind him, the metal head at the front had the heat of Xilan's gun barrel.

He chopped it down with force, and the green light passed through the darkness, splitting the pool of slurry rushing towards him. The feel was exactly the same as when he shoveled the paint before. The colorful splashes were all over the ground, and the front end of the crowbar was also stained with a lot.

After swinging the stick, Fanning and the two people behind him stepped back a few steps, but before they could react, the two pools of slurry suddenly turned a corner, dragging the picture frame and creaking towards the other end of the three-way intersection - the stone steps leading to the lower "gallery" area.

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

"...This, doesn't seem to be a living thing, but why is it moving?" Several people felt strangely confused.

It was during these few seconds of stunned time that they heard a lot of noise coming from the back where they had just run all the way!

Not only was there a lot of crackling sounds of wooden shelves, but Fanning seemed to hear bottles, jars or plaster blocks falling to the ground - especially the latter. He thought carefully, the only plaster objects he had seen before were those weird statues or models!

Looking back, in the dim corridor, except for the faint green light that came from nowhere, nothing could be seen clearly. I just felt that there were countless nightmare-like things rushing towards me in places that my vision had never reached.

"Run out first." Several people hurriedly ran away, following their memories and choosing the stone door they came from, but as soon as they pushed it open, they were shocked by the scene in front of them.

The air was filled with the pungent stench of the sink before. On the stone steps extending downward, various thick columnar pigments were pouring up like squeezing toothpaste, and countless screams mixed with pain and excitement formed layers of echoes in this space!

"I remember the second stone door on the right, the collapse is only a little more serious than this road, it should be barely passable."

After Xilan quickly recalled, the three of them turned around and continued to run.

Five seconds later, when the three stumbled to the stone door, they saw that the middle door crack, the upper and lower door cracks, the protruding eyeball decorations and the broken holes... all were squeezing out paint, and a small puddle had gathered on the ground, and it was constantly wriggling and bulging.

"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.

"Look for other exits on this floor." Fanning pulled the two back.

"Change direction, there are a lot of things ahead!" After turning a corner quickly, Xilan suddenly exclaimed. She saw a pile of plaster statues that had fallen and broken on the ground in the dim front, dragging their bodies towards everyone.

"Where are the things?" Fanning asked in confusion.

Xilan bent over uncomfortably and rubbed her eyes hard.

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

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

"Is it an illusion?" Fanning guessed in a trance, but in the next second, the door of the room behind him bounced open, and a human-shaped doll hung by some unknown string floated over like a ghost.

It was a head taller than Fanning, with paint stains on its body and a head with a weird smile cracked open, revealing a row of illusory and dense teeth, biting Fanning's neck fiercely!

"Crack!——"

Fanning couldn't dodge in time, and only turned his body slightly at the last moment. In addition, Xilan made the doll's attack stagnate, and finally a row of dense and deep imprints appeared on his upper shoulder, and blood gushed out, instantly dyeing half of his clothes red.

The sharp pain made him stagger instantly, and the next moment, Shilan's bullets had already hit the doll, making its body stiff. The next moment, the temperature exchanged and reversed, and the doll instantly became charred, then exploded and burned into black slag.

Joan stood on tiptoe and reached out to touch Fanning's neck and shoulder.

"The wound is too deep, it can't heal completely." Her little hand quickly slid from Fanning's shoulder to his arm. The original position was intact, but his arm had a row of fine holes, and a lot of capillary blood oozed out.

...It's not an illusion. Fanning stared at the dolls, specimens and plaster statues that kept crawling out from both sides, holding the remade "Fiery Sun Guide", and slowly uttered a word in ancient Janus.

"Light!"

Mysterious golden lines of light burst out from the metal sheet.

The sun shone in from the window, and the entire corridor became bright and warm, with warm currents rippling.

Hundreds of inspiration threads were cast forward, instantly defining the various parts of this group of objects. The other end of the inspiration passed through the doors and windows, passed through the rocks, and pointed directly to a burning ancient existence high in the sky, pulling each other!

There was a burst of fire in front, and then a crackling sea of ​​fire.

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

Under the bright sunlight, the front was empty, with only a lot of black smoke marks left on the masonry walls.

...What is real and what is illusory? Fanning shook his head hard, then stared at the wound on his arm.

Real blood stained his sleeves red, and real burning pain came in waves.

There were layers of overlapping horrible roars from the other side. Several people looked back, and their vests were instantly soaked with cold sweat. Under the bright light, a large group of colorful "paint balls" almost blocked the entire cross-section of the corridor, and countless raised bumps were wriggling on its surface, and various objects such as picture frames, plaster, dolls and specimens were constantly tumbling.

Several people subconsciously stepped back a few steps. Fan Ning, whose face changed greatly, uttered the word "light" again. While the light of "Fiery Sun Guidance" was still echoing, he once again prayed for the invisible power of "Unfalling Fire".

Those shouts mixed with pain and excitement became unusually high.

The outer layer of the "paint ball" became charred, and the lumps turned into ashes and fell off, but in the blink of an eye, they were replaced by the slurry that rolled out from the inside. Fan Ning consumed more than half of his inspiration, but did not hinder the speed of this terrifying existence at all.

"Run." He decisively pulled the two people up and turned around to escape again, preparing to find an exit on this floor.

"Clang——" "Click——" "Crackle——"

Just then, 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, and all the doors in the corridor bounced open, and piles of strange objects poured out and crawled towards the three people!

The deformed giant "paint ball" in the original direction was now less than five meters away from us!