Old-time musicians

It's obvious that since cabins are everywhere, since "umbilical cords" and "instruments" can be pulled out from anywhere

This means that under this mountain range, under the feet of the two people, or the entire B-105 underground, is the concentrated area of ​​the "back room" - a collection of restricted spaces that serve as a guard for the "disintegration field". ₆₉ₛₕᵤₓ.cₒₘ

So what does Joan, who is walking with me at this moment, mean to me?

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"bite--"

A low battery warning popped up on the screen, and the faint sound made Fan Ning's arms shake.

In many chaotic periods of time and space, insufficient battery may not have happened for the first time, but at least in the current period of time and space—or perhaps the last period—it has happened again.

The energy replenished by the "Tower Builders" in the "Spark Field" of the Guidance School in the far north continent is about to be exhausted, just like the invisible power that Fan Ning can no longer call upon.

Now, everything is no longer clear, everything has become unreliable again. He feels as if he is in a piece of easily disturbed fluid, surrounded by soft and magnificent colors, waiting for his own changes to change.

Even though there is a girl leading the way, many villagers are watching him, even though there are team members stranded in the cave where they came from, and a dangerous person may be lurking in the shadows, Fan Ning still feels that there is no living person in this world. There is only one person walking alone on the mountain road, decorating this colorful mountain scenery. The chaotic light from above projects his body under his feet, and pulls out long and thin lines behind him. The slimy silk threads with snarling teeth and claws.

“Perhaps it was a fluke?

Alice cried very sadly. The breath of the little life in her arms was fading away, and her voice was disappearing. Her heart no longer spoke for it, but the "Oriental Flute" or the "Youth's Magic Horn" would still be there. . This is not a real death. In the process of "Song of Shaping", even if the deceased is lighter than a feather, he will not be judged as disqualified by the secret history.

She is just temporarily drifting away in the long river, but she is no longer destined to me - in fact, she has not opened her eyes to see the light, and it has nothing to do with me.

In short, all sadness is an illusion, and the result of the attempt should not be considered a failure. I will have another child with Alice as soon as possible - in fact, it is the first child. This child will be Fanning.

But just like what I was worried about before, regarding the subsequent hidden dangers and troubles.”

"I am almost 100% sure that Fan Ning will still meet her after she is born!

It's just a matter of sooner or later, how it's encountered, and whether it's unfamiliar or familiar.

The law of entanglement in the secret history exists objectively, and twisting, mixing or grafting the fates of different people is what the Divine Advent Society is best at doing.

The "Flute of the East" or the "Youth's Magic Horn" is an important identification clue. She drifted away with this "paradoxical antique"

It's strange. I don't know why, but I suddenly remembered the two secret legends from Anton's ancestors that I heard at Anton's house the night before setting off for the mission.

In short, if I can get out of here, and if I still have some memories after I get out, I will definitely pay attention to these clues and pay attention to the suspicious people who will interact with me later.

What worries me is that when I still have cognitive abilities, her familiarity with Fan Ning may not be deep enough. They may still be at the level of "strangers" or "casual acquaintances", and they may not even know that they are His identity as an apostle is extremely difficult to detect. And when the trend of things becomes more obvious, I may be involved in other things and no longer have time to notice.

What on earth does that dangerous person want to do? Create another evil source of pollution? Or, a chess piece of the Divine Advent Society?

A chess piece that will intentionally or unintentionally release countless "worms" in the future and destroy the world? "

"lighthouse!"

"There seems to be a lighthouse up there!"

"It's finally here!"

The onlookers suddenly burst into loud shouts.

Although this was a bit of an afterthought, their state did change from melancholy to excitement. Not only on both sides of the mountain road, but also on the rear where the terrain was lower when they came, one after another small sounds intertwined into dense Sound waves, together with those empty hallucinations and whispers, poured into Fan Ning's head from all directions.

These people also started to climb up the mountain road, like Fan Ning, aiming for the lighthouse.

Qiong, who was holding the court at the front, seemed to be the leader of everyone.

The cold wind made his face hurt, and Fan Ning's fingers ran through dozens of nonsensical diaries one after another. The more boring the content, the more frightened and uneasy he felt, just like those people in his previous life who clearly had troubles, but were ignored. Short videos are the same “Internet users” that are firmly attracted.

"Click." "Click."

At a certain moment, Fan Ning took a deep breath, looked up, and suddenly quickened his pace, chasing Qiong's position. The soles of his boots crushed ice floes in several small puddles.

He decided that no matter what, it would be best to communicate with the other party as much as possible first.

"Under what circumstances will the orderer decide to enter the abnormal zone?"

Fan Ning walked up to Joan's shoulder and chose to start from a context where they had communicated before.

The nameless saint of the Holy Sun Church told him that the overlapping layers of rotten secret history and turbulence here would, under normal circumstances, cause fundamental harm to the order enforcers who relied on the "power of the secret history" to ascend.

"The Order-executors abandon their bodies of worldly appearances and enter Huita, but their lifespan is not infinite. Regardless of fatal mysterious events, their spirits and divinity will slowly be absorbed and assimilated by Huita. Every time they reach a certain level, they need to send a 'self' apostle to continue themselves."

Qiong Yiyan immediately explained Fanning's question.

"This kind of ritual of sending 'self' apostles is called 'Shaping Chant'. It is essentially a deceptive 'fake death'. It is difficult to do this in the mortal world. Only by finding the right gap in the turbulent secret history of the Abnormal Zone can you have the opportunity to achieve this deception."

Fanning nodded and thanked her for her explanation.

Very subtle.

The Order-executors abandon their bodies of worldly appearances and enter Huita, but they will be absorbed and assimilated by Huita;

Order-executors are usually not suitable to enter the Abnormal Zone, but sooner or later they must enter the Abnormal Zone in order to continue themselves.

The girl's communication with herself seemed to be no different from usual, but Fanning found that there were certain changes in her body, beautiful but more unfamiliar changes. While her overall appearance remained the same, the most obvious thing was her hair - the color of her smooth hair that hung to her shoulders turned into a whole piece of light purple, and the ends of the slightly curled hair were red wine that was about to drip.

"So, what do you remember about what happened after 'Miss Purple Bean Cake' entered the abnormal area to avoid the evil? If nothing unexpected happened, it should be a 'Shaping Ode'."

Fanning had to admit in his heart that his words were a bit of a knowing question.

"I don't remember it very well."

The wind whistling down from the ridge swept over the two people's bodies, and small pieces of snow began to be mixed in. Joan turned her head to look at Fanning, and the halo of her pupils and the bottom of her skirt also turned into an illusion of light purple and bloody red.

"When I met you in the ruins of the 'Grand Palace School', you knew my situation very well. If the height dropped, the opportunity for the return of the apostles would fail, and many memories would be difficult to pick up."

"Well, that's right. I just asked to confirm. If we can remember the details of that time, it will help us deal with the current situation better."

"It doesn't matter. When it completely transforms, I should be able to rise higher. Strength will help us deal with the situation better."

The purple-red flute in Qiong's hand cut through the air, as if it actually cut through the ubiquitous "soap film", allowing the colorful fluid inside to flow out new circles of layers.

Fanning felt that it was no longer a good idea to advance the communication progress too slowly. He suddenly made up his mind and asked:

"Qiong, do you think that several of the New Calendar Executors we know so far have not ended well?"