Chapter 12 Chapter 11 Black Stone Hall

Based on the pattern of the comic in his hand, Zhuang Xuteng concentrated his mind and focused on reproducing the details of the dream. The dream was still trying to resist, as if it had life. This feeling of struggle was extremely clear, and Zhuang Xuteng became more and more convinced that he was not fighting against the memory, but suppressing and taming the shadow.

As the confrontation continued, the patterns on the stone pillars of the hall in the dream became clearer and clearer, and the details of the patterns became richer, and then a phenomenon that had never occurred in last night's nightmare occurred. The bright green light flowed slowly along the lines of the pattern, starting from a circle, gradually lighting up the entire stone pillar, and adding a gloomy green halo to the entire hall.

Something strange happened.

The air flow around Zhuang Xuteng slowed down, and the smoke formed by the cigarette first became like flowing water, and then continued to condense and turned into a jelly-like state. The light dimmed, and the sunlight coming in from the window was dimmed, just like before the rainstorm, the black stratocumulus clouds suddenly occupied the entire sky.

Ge Gongdao and Lucy entered slow motion, and they seemed to know nothing about it. Faced with this strange phenomenon, Zhuang Xuteng was also very scared. He reached out to Ge Gongdao and wanted to call him at the same time, only to find that his body had also become extremely slow and almost stagnant, but his mind and spirit were still in normal working condition.

The light was getting darker and darker, and the scenery outside the window soon disappeared, and then Ge Gongdao and Lucy were also swallowed by the darkness. It seemed that Zhuang Xuteng was the only one left in the world, and he ruled a silent world alone. At this time, panic was not enough to describe his mood, and extreme depression was a more appropriate description. He wanted to get rid of his current state, and he wanted to return to normal.

"How could this happen... How... No! This may be the shadow from doing something, it wants to scare me and drive me crazy!"

This idea may not be right, but it became the pillar that calmed Zhuang Xuteng down. He kept reminding himself: Although he didn't know whether there was danger hidden in this darkness, he was currently unharmed, so there was no need to panic. Observe, listen, sniff, and grope, the unknown has always been the norm for everyone at all times, what's so scary?

When his heart calmed down, he heard the sound coming from the darkness. The voice was sometimes close and sometimes far away. When it was far away, it seemed to be beyond the end of the world. When it was close, it was like whispering on the shoulder. The voice was sometimes fine and sharp, sometimes rough and low, with laughter, crying, roaring and sighing. And surrounded by these sobs and whispers, a word without emotion and repeated repeatedly was hidden in it.

Zhuang Xuteng listened attentively, and the voice repeated:

The sky is there, the earth is there;

God is there, I am there;

Life is there, death is there;

All are there, and none are there.

"What do you mean?" Zhuang Xuteng didn't understand, but he felt that the voice was very tempting, as if it was talking about the truth, and he wanted to listen more. At this moment, a beam of light appeared in the darkness, which was the glowing stone pillar before. The figures on it flowed, mysterious and mysterious. The green light gradually drove away the darkness, and Zhuang Xuteng finally saw the surroundings clearly.

He inexplicably returned to the hall in his dream, standing here with his feet on the ground, feeling the hardness and coldness of the ground. There were no bodies or pools of blood of family and friends in the hall, which made him feel much better.

A broken black marble throne stood in front of him, as if it had been hit by a heavy hammer thousands of times and was already scarred. Fragments of all sizes were scattered around the chair, forming an open space that was not covered by the black fog.

Leaving the throne and the debris area, the rest of the hall was covered with black fog, which was completely different from the scene in the dream. The fog just covered the top of the feet, and its texture was thick, giving people a sticky feeling.

The fog avoided the throne and Zhuang Xuteng, staying one meter away, forming a circle around him. At the same time, the fog did not wrap around the 72 stone pillars supporting the hall, and very cautiously hid half a meter away from the stone pillars. Zhuang Xuteng looked at the stone pillars and found that their surfaces were mottled and damaged, and they had been destroyed by humans like the throne. The graphics were even more severely damaged. Not only did they lose their shapes, but it was even difficult to see whether there were any patterns there.

What's going on? Is this a daydream? Could it be that the pink skeleton shadow is trying to influence my emotions again?

Zhuang Xuteng breathed slowly and felt his heart carefully. Although this matter was full of weirdness, he did not feel a trace of fear. He felt relaxed and comfortable in the hall, as if he was back home. This emotion was obviously caused by the pink skeleton. However, this probably means that this place is not a threat to Zhuang Xuteng. So...why not try to walk around?

As soon as the thought came to him, there was a change: Zhuang Xuteng watched himself slowly walk to the throne, sit in it skillfully, and then leisurely raised his right hand and patted the armrest twice. This is a series of phantoms that have never happened, but it is about to happen.

Zhuang Xuteng walked up, acting exactly according to the phantoms he had just seen. He could not control his body, and could only clearly feel the firmness of each step when he landed. The fragments were a little bit painful, and there was a little stinging. The pain was very real, making it difficult for him to believe that this was something that could be tinkered with in a dream.

The stone chair close to his body was warm, slightly higher than body temperature, and it was very comfortable. Zhuang Xuteng looked around curiously, and suddenly realized that he could finally control his body! His first move was to stand up, but this action immediately caused his body to stiffen, and then he was sent back to the stone throne. He tried a few times and understood: he could only move when he was sitting; as long as he wanted to stand up, he would be forcibly moved back to the throne.

"You can see, hear, talk, and touch. The ground and the throne have temperature and texture. This dream is too real! Now I understand why those people are driven crazy by the shadow - it is indeed difficult to distinguish between the real and the fake, and you can enter the illusion while standing. If this continues for a long time, your spirit will sooner or later be unable to bear it."

Zhuang Xuteng twisted and turned on the throne, tried various postures, and carefully searched every corner, but did not find any mechanism or clues. He scratched his head with his right hand habitually, and when he was about to put his hand down, he suddenly thought: He had not patted the right armrest twice as the phantom showed.

Pat or not? Zhuang Xuteng thought about it, and it seemed that there was nothing else to do. So he straightened his posture, imitated the phantom, raised his hand, patted, raised his hand, and patted again.

A pink light appeared from his shoulder, covering his head, disguising the appearance as a pink skull. The pink light spread downwards, causing him to look down, and saw that his body was wrapped in a blue-purple robe. The robe was decorated with patterns of the same style as the stone pillars, and was dotted with dazzling and gorgeous gems of various colors. It was obvious that it was not an ordinary item.

Zhuang Xuteng turned into an image wearing a robe and a pink skull head. Only his hands were left exposed. He also found that his left hand was inexplicably holding a quarter-meter-long golden scepter, with a fist-sized pink diamond on the top. He wore nine huge rings on his right hand. Except for the five long black nails, every knuckle was occupied by rings, and the rings were also full of gems.

How much does he like gems!

How much can this be exchanged for?

The pink light moved from the top of the head to the toes, and then continued downward, finally converging in front of the throne and rushing into the black mist. Wherever the pink light went, the mist retreated and avoided, and then condensed again around it, wrapping the pink light layer by layer. The pink light was not in a hurry. It stopped calmly, split into two, and turned into two pink vortices. They spread out while rotating, each in a perfect circle, and the two circles are connected by an hourglass-shaped light band in the middle. There is a pink skull light spot in the vortex on Zhuang Xuteng's left hand, and there are two green light spots in the vortex on the right hand. At this time, the two green light spots moved quickly and kept approaching the pink skull.

In the hall, the chaotic sobbing and murmuring disappeared, the repeated chanting disappeared, and instead, the sound of bells came from above. At first there was only one bell, and then more and more bells joined in, until the bells roared, like a downpour. Zhuang Xuteng was dizzy and in a trance. No matter how he struggled, he could neither stop the bells nor leave his seat.

He was about to be tortured to death...

At the same time...

In the Xinke District, Constitution City, the capital of the Third Era Republic, a research institute located two hundred meters below the pedestrian park.

Researcher Dr. Truss Booker took off the magnifying glass on his nose and adjusted it in his hand. Previously, he was using this shadow device to carefully review the artifacts brought back by the "Exploration Company".

"Those guys who just graduated from the Scarlet Academy are still wet behind the ears, and they don't know the truth of light and shadow! Do you think that being able to manipulate the Box of Light and catch the shadow is enough? The real secret is actually in these artifacts, which contain the secret of why the demigod world was so powerful!"

What he was carefully examining was a piece of parchment fragment, and the "high-dimensional language" on it was worth studying. So far, there is still no standard for how to translate this kind of text, and many people have their own different understanding systems and methods. Dr. Buckle was checking the preservation of these fragments while chanting the "spell" of "show me the secret quickly".

Suddenly, the fiber texture layer of the parchment fragment showed a green glimmer, forming a vague and mysterious pattern. The doctor was shocked and hurriedly looked at it, while thinking about calling his colleagues. But he didn't have such an opportunity at all. Time seemed to stop in an instant, and he felt that he was suddenly sucked into the parchment.

At the same time, in the research headquarters of Dingxin Mochuang Group in Gaofeng City, researcher Hill Lee, who was checking the warehouse according to the instructions of her superiors, yawned. She put the warehouse list on the shelf beside her, took out a small bottle from the pocket of her white dust-proof coat, held her eyelids open with one hand, and dripped it in with the other hand.

"Check, check, check a ghost! Don't you want to see me from the surveillance?" Hill is a young and beautiful beauty, especially when she is wearing a company uniform, which is more seductive. The warehouse director requires her to wear a hip skirt, flesh-colored stockings and black high heels when she goes to work. This kind of dress, especially high heels, is obviously not suitable for long-term walking or standing work. But the warehouse director arranges a lot of repetitive individual inspection work for her, and then goes to the monitoring room to spy on her through the camera.

"Old pervert..." Hill Lee frowned and silently vented her dissatisfaction. She wanted to transfer from this position as soon as possible and leave the sight of the pervert director, but she lacked a way. To this end, she is working hard to learn Rune Lizardman, hoping to become a translator for the exploration team. Although I heard that the work of the exploration team is a bit dangerous, there are no peeping perverts there.

Picking up the list again, before taking two steps, Hill noticed a strange green light on the shelf. She looked at the source of the light, and the handicraft statue with a human body and a crocodile head was glowing and shaking. She was about to call her colleagues, but found that her throat was pinched and her body was restrained. She seemed to see the crocodile open its mouth and swallow her in one gulp.

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