Chapter 116 The River in the Painting

The memory that came up for no reason ends here.

The speed of thinking is naturally much faster than reality. In the eyes of the people in the Crossroads Hospital, the newly joined Mr. John Watson just put his hand on the broken teeth of the huge deer head, and then turned his head slightly to look inside the deer head's mouth, as if he wanted to find the door to enter from the inside.

But no one knew that Watson had actually browsed the memory of the last riddle left inside the deer head.

However, Watson felt the moth in his soul body that wrapped his skull with scales and wings, and found that the scales and wings of the moth looked particularly thin, as if all the scales were exhausted, and only a skeleton was left.

At the same time, he also felt a sharp pain in his back, and the cold sweat flowing over his shoulder blades was burning, as if the skin there had fallen off, revealing the flesh and blood inside, and the blood slowly flowed out and wet the clothes close to his body, and the lining was tightly attached to the flesh and blood. He could feel a faint pain when he moved a little.

"The moth's power is exhausted?"

"But when did I suddenly shed my skin, and it was so rough, it was just like being forcibly peeled off."

He recalled the scene just now, and felt that the memory was clearer than ever before. It didn't seem like a sudden hallucination at all, but it really seemed like a specific memory... Is this the reason why the moth in the skull looks haggard and weak?

The moth in the skull helped me find the past memory of the giant deer head? But does the moth code contain the content of tracing the source?

Is this a fantasy of the moth in the skull, or a real past, or just my imagination and guess based on the situation on the scene?

But I have never heard of any multi-winged forest owl, or the words of the great mother...Watson felt that this memory came very inexplicably. If the moth in his skull now is really a gift from the monster when he was promoted to the second level, and his moth in the skull is actually the other party's moth in the skull, why does the other party want to help him so enthusiastically?

His suspicious nature made him never believe everything easily, especially those involving mysterious and taboo things.

Watson pretended to have gained nothing and retracted his arm, just shook his head and groped for other parts of the wall.

"Hehe, do you want to play dumb and pretend nothing happened? How can I let you do what you want!" The moth in the skull slightly opened the scales of the wings that protected the body, and chuckled in a low voice, "Forget the fake Grillby, forget the memory of the sweet words of the red cup!!!"

As the moth in the skull whispered, the huge deer head raised its upper jaw with a rumbling sound, and the originally smooth and flat bronze wall inside its head began to melt. Drops of hot molten bronze liquid flowed down, burning the ground black, revealing a six-foot diameter hole that could accommodate mortals.

The people in the Crossroads Hospital saw this scene and couldn't help but look stunned and surprised. The Warrior's Gate that we couldn't open for so long was opened so easily? ! ! !

Their eyes were all cast on the new convert John Watson.

Nello exclaimed, "Captain Watson, what did you do?!"

"Oh my God, John, did you find some hidden switch?" Crovitt's surprise was fleeting, and she laughed happily the next second, "Hehehe, John, you are really amazing, Mr. Nello and Mr. Winfreys have always wanted to invite you to join our sect."

"Mr. John is so amazing? He solved the problem that has troubled us for so long as soon as he arrived?" The other four people discussed in a low voice.

Watson also showed a shocked expression in the face of the situation, but in fact, he was secretly cursing the moth in his head, and at the same time he felt a strong fear in his heart-this moth phase is completely out of his control!

No, I must think of a way, just like the moth phase devoured the cup phase before, let another secret transmission that can be controlled devour this chaotic moth phase... Uncontrolled weapons are definitely not the weapons I need!

Facing everyone's gaze, he just spread his hands to show that he knew nothing, "This... I haven't had time to find any mechanism or clues yet."

Everyone looked at his blank eyes, which didn't look like a disguise at all... Could it be that the opening of the third major door really had nothing to do with John? It was just a coincidence that the mechanism inside the broken deer head suddenly resumed operation?

"Maybe we just happened to have good luck this time... Maybe the witch is also looking after the new believers and giving us luck." Nello hurriedly said, "Take this opportunity to quickly get something to block the hole and move the copper liquid on the ground to prevent this bronze wall from healing again."

When everyone heard the order, they temporarily put aside their doubts and surprises, dug the nearby soil to cover the boiling brass solution, and in the wisps of charred smoke, the hot molten liquid quickly cooled down, and they moved the pile of solidified brass blocks to a distant place and blocked the hole in the wall with the extra tools they carried with them.

"You can enter now!" Nello ordered, and then he took the lead and stepped into the glowing warrior level.

Watson also followed in at the end of the order.

As soon as he entered the spacious and tall warrior level, he saw a square stone platform less than ten square meters in front of him, and in the distance was a dark abyss with no bottom in sight. The only way forward was a sharp staircase, which was made of shiny blades that had not rusted for thousands of years. The sharp edge of the blade was facing upward, which meant that every step forward would require the torment of cutting the feet with the blade.

And this staircase made entirely of blades went up all the way to the doorway opposite.

The ceiling above was emitting a faint light. It was an extremely colorful mural, filled with colors that should and should not exist in the world. It was an indescribable beautiful river.

The purest white color, like shining light, came from the door of the house at the highest point of the mural, the origin of the outflow of rivers and all things.

The charming blue-green and shining gold formed a turbulent river with surging waves, flowing through the shiny black land, and directly to the edge of the ceiling, the sandbar covered by psychedelic clouds - the sultry and dry yellow was the color of the mysterious sandbar. The rose red of the aurora and the blue-green of the electric light, these two colors are entangled, intertwined, competing, and struggling to snatch the color of the sky on the sandbar.

On the turbulent river, there is a large silver-gray ship fighting against the wind and waves. The dark red sails like dried blood seem to be rustling. A stern-looking female captain stands at the bow. Her eyes are as green as new wheat. The sailors on the ship seem to be singing a song to express their longing.

The black and white colors present different scenes at different angles, sometimes a mottled dark forest, sometimes a deep pit full of bones, which is the scene on both sides of the river.

However, Watson seemed to see another mural in a trance. This time, the river water in the mural is as clear as sapphire, the hull is as clear as amber, and there are misty clouds on both sides of the river bank. However, this time the end of the river is no longer a camouflaged sandbar, but a deep pit.

There were countless hungry monsters waiting in the deep pit. They were either male or female, mostly in female shape, their bodies were red as if they were bathed in blood, they all opened their arms and mouths, with bloodthirsty light in their eyes, waiting for fresh blood to fall.

54 entered the palace, and was fine last night...