Thinking of this, I quickly adjusted my emotions.

Calm down!!

The more times like this, the more you can't panic.

I comforted myself over and over again.

After about ten seconds, I finally calmed down completely.

The sound of cars still ringing in my ears was still there, and it looked like they were still on the road.

And I, too, should have been packed in their suitcase.

I let out a few deep breaths and began to use my mental power to explore everything around me.

After a few seconds, I began to make out what was going on around me.

It was exactly as I expected.

I was loaded into a truck with two suitcases around me, and I could sense it clearly.

In those two suitcases, there were indeed living people.

Could it be Zhang Qiang and Situ Cao?

But I distinctly remember that they were the ones who suddenly attacked me.

Doesn't that mean they're in a group?

But why are they now packed into my suitcase with me?

I tried to concentrate and try to see the situation inside the two suitcases, but I don't know if it was because of the influence of "Sixian", I couldn't see the situation inside.

After a few seconds, I decided to give up for a moment and turned my attention to the outside of the truck.

Having just woken up from a coma, I could only make out the general situation outside.

At this point, we should be driving on a winding road, as if we were heading somewhere.

Could it be that the old nest of "Sixian" is somewhere in the mountains?

The spiritual power explored a little more in all directions, and the road we were on stretched far ahead, with no end in sight.

It seems that this state of affairs should continue for a long time.

Thinking of this, I couldn't help but retract my mind and start thinking about the current situation.

Since there are two other suitcases next to me, it means that the people who attacked me before were indeed Zhang Qiang and Situ Cao.

But it stands to reason that they shouldn't have a reason to attack me.

If I had to say it, there was only one reason.

That is, they don't know when they have been controlled by "Sixian" in some way.

That's why they knew in advance when the recyclers of "Sixian" would arrive at the small hotel and suddenly attack me at that time.

Or maybe our position is exposed because of them.

Otherwise, if Zhang Qiang and Situ Cao were pretending to be "Sixian", they would not have done anything more and put them in their suitcases.

In addition, before I fell into a coma, what happened to Xu Fen in that dream-within-a-dream?

Is that implying something?

At the same time, I had a faint guess in my mind.

However, there is still a lack of evidence, so I put the idea down for now.

After a brief brushing through my thoughts, I felt a lot more relaxed.

Let's be honest, though.

It's really uncomfortable to huddle in such a dark and cramped environment.

I can only console myself with the fact that I can bear with this little time.

Perhaps, we are one point closer to the truth.

Contrary to my expectations, I thought that the truck should not travel long before it reached its destination.

But when I woke up, about a few hours later, the truck continued to move forward.

The long wait made me more and more tormented.

Just when I was a little irritable.

Just listen to a squeak.

The truck finally stopped.

After a ping-pong sound, there was the sound of the car door opening.

Then, footsteps rang out again.

After a while, it seemed as if someone had come to the body of the truck.

Then I heard the sound of metal clashing.

There was a screeching sound, and the locked door was opened.

Hurried footsteps sounded, and it seemed that someone had climbed onto the body.

Then, I felt as if I had been lifted up by someone.

There were also bits and pieces of footsteps around.

It seems that Zhang Qiang and Situ Cao should be carried somewhere like me.

Are we going to be carried to the lair of "Sixian" now?

There was a little nervousness in my heart, but there was also a hint of excitement.

If I can really successfully infiltrate the lair of "Sixian", does that mean?

We may find the answer to all of this one day.

Finally put an end to this life, constantly being brought into the world of unknown horror games?

However, even if we know who is behind it.

Can the power of a few of us really stop this?

Can you really resist?

Moreover, even if "Sixian" has some connection with "True Demon", this does not mean that it must be "Sixian" who manipulates "True Demon" behind his back.

Just when I was thinking nonsense.

There was another long, metallic sound.

It seems like a door has been pushed open.

Then came another long bump.

I, along with the people in the two suitcases next to me, was moved somewhere.

Originally, I was going to take a second look around me.

However, the next second.

I was amazed.

His own mental power is completely unable to detect everything around him.

It felt like something was blocking the signal.

Damn it!

I couldn't help but curse secretly in my heart.

Could it be that in the lair of "Sixian", is there anything that can restrain my ability?

But shouldn't that be possible?

Keep the doubts in your mind down.

I began to force myself to judge my surroundings with my senses other than my eyes.

Dada~

Da Da Da ~ The sound of footsteps kept echoing.

As they moved forward, the louder the reverberation of their footsteps.

Judging by the sound, they seem to have led us into a bomb shelter-like place.

I frowned slightly.

What kind of place is this?

What purpose did they bring us into such a place?

I was carried like this, I don't know how long it took.

In short, along the way.

One moment I heard the sound of metal rattling, and the next I heard something like an elevator starting.

Just when I thought this was going to be going on for a long time.

Suddenly, there was a screeching sound in my ears.

Then, a door was opened again.

After a few footsteps, I seemed to be placed on the ground.

Could it be that I have already arrived at the lair of "Sixian"?

I thought to myself.

After a few seconds, the conversation between the two men rang out.

"The person has already brought it, you go and inform the deputy director now." A hoarse middle-aged male voice said.

"But I'm curious, and the director said that it's best for us not to have direct contact with them during this time. Is it really appropriate to bring them here? Another, younger voice sounded a little hesitant.