"Although the time is short, I have already arranged the surroundings, taking the place where I am standing as the starting point, setting the coordinates around the area, and measuring the number of steps. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 infoIt only takes an hour and a half to walk through the area at the current pace. Hao Meng pretended to be relaxed and said. ”

“…… I can't understand a word, but I feel like it's amazing. ”

"It's good to just say that you don't know how to feel strong, Sister Xiaolan, are you making up the number of words?"

In fact, if you really follow the method that Hao Meng said, unless you rely on luck, it is absolutely impossible to find the door of hope, people can not walk in a straight line without the light source, because of the loss of vision, the brain can not get specific information about the direction, so in this case people are almost relying on instinct to walk, and the place they walk will be an arc, if the distance between the open space is large enough, you can even walk back to the original point, this is the so-called ghost hitting the wall.

Of course, Hao Meng would not make such a low-level mistake, and the reason why he stopped every step was to constantly correct the information transmitted to the brain to ensure maximum correctness.

However, after walking through the whole place, the two did not hit the so-called Gate of Hope.

Did you anticipate the mistake yourself? Could it be that the so-called door of hope will not appear until a certain time? Or is it ......

Hao Meng, who thought of a certain possibility, pulled Zhan Lan step by step towards the origin.

Is Lilith doing this clone just to hold me back? Feeling the sound of rapid breathing behind him, Hao Meng began to gurgle and spoil, intending to pick a time to throw the clone Zhan Lan down...... But what if this Zhan Lan happens to have the ability to play a key role in the next levels? Judging by Lilith's bad nature, this is not impossible.

After coming to the origin, Hao Meng groped the ground and found the stele where he was before, and then stepped on the ground around the stele hard, but there was no movement.

"Sister Xiaolan, help me shake this stone tablet." Under Hao Meng's traction, Zhan Lan pressed his hand on the stone tablet, and then shook it vigorously in the direction that Hao Meng said.

The so-called 'door' refers to the passage to another space, which is something conceptualized, not to a specific object, and I am also misled by the word door.

Hao Meng stepped forward and cooperated with Zhan Lan to push the stele to, and at the moment when the stele was fallen, the long-lost light once again came into his eyes. The eyes, which had been accustomed to the darkness, obviously couldn't stand such a strong transformation, and a sour feeling came well.

"There's an entrance here!" Zhan Lan's surprised voice came.

Hao Meng looked down the dark hole under the stone tablet and found traces of steps. So the two looked at each other and decided to go on.

The stairs weren't long, and the glowing moss around them lit up the road ahead, so it was easy to walk, but for some reason, the further down you walked, the more you felt the temperature rising.

It wasn't until the two of them came down the stairs to the bottom of the ground that they realized......

There was a wide red river in front of me, and there was not water but magma flowing there, and on the other side of the river there was a bronze door...... There is only a narrow single-plank bridge connecting the two sides, and there are no guardrails around it, so if you stumble, you will fall down and be burned to slag.

"In the torture of demons, only wisdom can help you out of hell."

On the side of the single-plank bridge, words of unknown meaning appeared on the stele.

"Xiaomeng, what should we do now." Zhan Lan asked with a pale face, although she is a writer, she has a good sense of balance, and she has no problem crossing a single-plank bridge...... The problem is the boiling magma beneath the bridge. Anyone who has walked across a single-plank bridge knows that you must not look down when walking on a single-plank bridge, otherwise that fear will consume your heart, but ...... I care so much! Anyway, I care a lot!

Hao Meng walked to the single-plank bridge, ignored the sweat on his face, pulled the log that was driving at both ends, and said to Zhan Lan: "Sister Xiaolan, let's hold this log and climb over like this." ”

Zhan Lan nodded again and again, and then lay on the log and squirmed forward a little bit with Hao Meng.

In the midst of demonic torture, only wisdom can help you out of hell.

Hell can be seen as this magma beneath you, if you say the devil......

The logs that Hao Meng couldn't move no matter how he pushed them before began to shake, it shouldn't be said that this area began to shake, the magma kept splashing upwards in the vibration, and Hao Meng and Zhan Lan fell into a big crisis

Demons, are you coming?

……

It was all over, and Bellamy Zhanlan's body, who was looking at the only candles left in her life, shook violently, and magic poured out of her broken container like a flood, and the ring that shimmered with magical brilliance also dimmed.

She was half-kneeling on the ground, letting the rain get wet at some point, she didn't even have the strength to hide in a sheltered place, and the intense feeling of weakness from the massive loss of magic continued to attack her brain, trying to break her will.

But I can't fall yet, and there is still something to be done.

Zhan Lan's trembling hand took out a blue scroll from the card space and placed it in front of him.

"Even at this point, do you still want to help that little ghost?" A hoarse voice came, it was Bellamy.

Zhan Lan paused, feeling that Bellamy's body that had been beaten to the ground by himself could no longer stand up and continue to do his job.

"I'm just doing what I can at the moment."

As he spoke, Zhan Lan took out a quill pen and wrote and drew on the scroll.

"Now, why do you say that if the world helps one person, the other person will be hurt, is there something wrong?" Bellamy asked Zhan Lan without knowing what to expect.

"That's because of the difference in values," Zhan Lan said with a quill pen: "It's like the saying that the hero of one country is the devil of another country, is it because of these that you have fallen." ”

Bellamy laughed miserably, coughed up a few mouthfuls of blood, he looked up at the lizardmen and undead floating above him, and sighed a lot, in fact, if it weren't for the fear of him, the obscene resentful spirits before him would have pounced on him and tore him apart, and now they are all waiting, waiting for the moment when Bellamy will completely lose his breath.

"Do you think I'll go to heaven or hell when I die?"

"Either one is the same for you."

Bellamy didn't say anything more, and with a smile that seemed to understand something, he closed his eyes forever.

The long-awaited wraiths swarmed up with a high-pitched and piercing sound, and were forced back by the light.

That's right, Bellamy, who realized something when he died, turned back into the Light Fist Sage who was helpful and only for the smile on the faces of others, which represented that the idealistic power of the Holy Light once again recognized him.

"Trytobegloriousbeliever" (May you become a glorious believer in any world)

After silently praying to Bellamy's body, Zhan Lan pulled off the ring on his hand and placed it on the scroll.

"Everything is please......"

An ice-blue glow flashed from the ring, then the scroll disappeared into thin air.

With a relieved smile, Zhan Lan also fell to the ground, and his heartbeat, which was already extremely weak, stopped...