The Night Adorer

This... This is?!

Sulman looked at the paintings painted with various dyes on the walls on both sides of the corridor. For a moment, his face was filled with surprise.

On the pale yellow walls, there are groups of human beings crawling on the ground. Their clothes are very strange. They are not modern Victorian gentlemen's clothes, but a more exaggerated shape - their upper body is wearing a coat decorated with wavy collar, bubble sleeves and embroidery patterns, and their lower body is tight pants close to their torso like socks.

This kind of dress looks like a character in classical poetry, but Sulman knows better that "the atmosphere is good, but it's a pity that no one..."

Sulman said to himself that he didn't have the consciousness that he caused all this. With the idea of observing the details, Sulman sat in the position of President Qi Sheng. At this time, there was a heat flow around his waist, as if reminding something.

EH..... Sulman looked down and found that it was the identity badge of President Qi Sheng. There was a faint convergence of fluorescence on it. Even without "dark vision", normal people could find the abnormality on the badge, which..... It seemed to touch some mechanism?

Do you?

Sulman's heart moved and immediately examined the whole party hall with the help of dark vision. Soon, he found a slight invisible depression in the shadow surface at the bottom of the round table.

If they are not familiar with the scene and know the depression, under normal circumstances, even if there are praying members sitting in a meeting, they will not find the mechanism in the semi darkness with only the lantern.

But Sulman is different from them.

In the dark, his eyesight was equal to that of the day, and the depression was so conspicuous that he caught it at once.

This is..... After observing for a few seconds, Sulman impressively found that the size of the depression seemed to fit president Qi Sheng's badge!

Is that the escape route arranged by President Qi Sheng? When the prayer party is in danger and may be eliminated, open the secret way and escape from this place? No, another possibility is his private vault... I hope it's the latter! Sulman thought, had taken out the president's badge and gently buckled it on the depression.

Pop! At the moment when the silver badges are tightly clenched, dark blue mysterious Dharma arrays emerge on the ground around the table. They contain complex and retro knowledge. Just looking at them, ordinary people will feel dizzy.

This is something that ordinary people should not touch. The more they know, the closer they are to danger.

Sulman has stepped into the second level and has a strong spirit. Naturally, he is not afraid of these influences. However, he has recognized the blue array and the professional way to make it: "arcane knowledge... This is the masterpiece of the arcane mage?"

Without waiting for him to observe carefully, the whole faint blue array was bright, and the light drowned his figure.

After a few breaths, when the blue receded.

Sulman found himself in a clean and tidy room with little space. There was no common gas lamp and corresponding brass pipe on the wall. On the contrary, there was a strange plant hanging on it, emitting faint green fluorescence in the dark.

Nightingale grass? Sulman frowned slightly. The growth environment of this plant is very harsh and needs people to take care of it for a long time. Whether it is the private vault of President Qi Sheng or the hidden channel for escape, it does not meet the living conditions of "Nightingale grass".

With confusion, Sulman glanced at the room and found that there was a small table and several chairs on the place. On the wall were decorative plant vines or animal specimens, dressed like a lounge.

——A lounge for guests.

"What the hell is this place?" With doubts, Sulman cautiously came to the only exit of the room. It was a brass door hung with green vines. He held the handle and gently pushed the door open.

Kaka, Kaka

Outside the door is the same quiet corridor. Surprisingly, the corridor is very wide. Above it is a dome seven or eight meters away, but it is not a common brick wall painted ceiling, but a rare rock material, just like an underground palace.

Surrounded by white stone pillars wrapped with strange vines, supporting the rock dome above, Sulman's small room is embedded in the rock wall. If his room is only a little natural.

When he came to the outside world, the whole local environment seemed to remind Sulman of the adventure days when he stepped into the "rock knot tree field" in his last life... What area is this?

Just as Sulman was about to leave the room to find out, suddenly, his sight caught the end of the corridor, and there was a faint yellow light of the lantern.

Suddenly, Sulman's heart tightened and closed the door with his backhand.

meanwhile,

At the end of the corridor, when the dim yellow light gradually magnified, two figures in cloaks, holding lanterns together, went to their target place step by step. With the approaching of footsteps, the sound of communication between them echoed in the silent corridor.

Sulman held the door tightly, but he didn't close it completely, only leaving a small gap.

He could neither be noticed by the other party nor be blocked by the copper door. The next moment, he heard the communication between the two——

"Recently, Lord 'messenger' has been very strict with us. It is clear that there will be no outsiders in this place. We have to patrol several times every day. Isn't it a waste of effort?"

His voice was a little green and astringent. It seemed that he was a young man, which might be similar to Sulman's age.

"Don't speak ill of the 'messenger'

An old man's voice, which showed a little vicissitudes and was obviously old, was warning him. But the next moment, the former lowered his voice and whispered: "after all, the 'silent cold wave' is tonight, and the 'messenger' is very attentive. It is also normal for us to strengthen our vigilance. There is an old saying that 'if you want to do a great thing perfectly, You must prepare your weapons. "

"Our vigilance is the best weapon."

The young voice couldn't help agreeing: "yes, we have been preparing for the 'silent cold wave' for so long, and everything is tonight... However, the 'messenger' adult is too cautious. How can there be outsiders in this place? Besides, there are layers of warning outside, even the secret place itself, which is definitely unexpected to normal people."

"Indeed..."

The old man with the voice of vicissitudes nodded in agreement. They had passed the brass door, but no one took a look, as if the place would not be easily used under normal circumstances.

But what they didn't find was that at the moment they passed by, there was a shadow shaking at the brass door. The next second, the young man in a short cloak suddenly trembled, as if he had been pulled by something.

When he wanted to speak, he found that silk thread was sewn on his mouth, which forcibly prevented words.

Whew!

The young man in the cloak was pulled back, and the brass door opened and swallowed him completely.

Everything happened silently.

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