I resisted the fear in my heart and moved my steps closer to him.

It was as if the mysterious and noisy drums were ringing in my ears again, approaching me like a tide.

I stared at him with my eyes, highly concentrated, and did not dare to slack off in the slightest, for fear that I would fall into the illusion in the next second and be unable to extricate myself.

The cold air flowing through the abyss on both sides, like a knife cut, stabbed me in the face with a faint pain.

Even the huge chains with the thickness of the arms on the guardrail were swaying from side to side by the wind, "clanging" in this mysterious space

"Gollum."

I swallowed until I was close to his feet and couldn't go any further.

Cautiously sticking out his arm, he didn't know what to do.

This mysterious person in front of me has made me into a fantasy several times, more precisely.

It should have made me addicted to illusion and reality, and I couldn't extricate myself.

And every time he appeared, he had that black flower drum and drumstick in his hand, and I suddenly realized.

Could there be any connection between the two?

In other words, the underground fortifications themselves were built on the foundation of an even more ancient mystery.

So this can also explain why there are no marks about this place on the map left by Brother Leng.

A delicate copper-colored mask that shimmers in the firelight.

Although the clothes are as neat as new, I can still feel the ancient atmosphere in this bit of silk.

It was as if the mysterious person in front of me was across the river of time and across the bank from me.

After a few hesitations, I stretched out my arm, which had pulled off my sleeves, and retracted it again.

Finally, he gritted his teeth, reached out his five fingers and viciously grabbed the copper-colored mask on his face.

The cold wind blew across my face, taking away the excess sweat beads, making me feel much more comfortable in an instant.

The copper-colored mask is so beautifully crafted that you won't feel any roughness even when you touch it.

"Whew."

With my other hand, I pressed my chest tightly, and the mask in my palm was tightly fastened, and I lifted it little by little.

"Bang."

A crisp sound of metal shattering came into my ears.

I panicked, as if my heart had been pinched.

Cold sweat dripped down his forehead, "Tick tock...", falling on the torn military boots, with a loud sound.

I subconsciously gradually let go of my palm, but found that the bronze mask on the face of the mysterious person in front of me was instantly torn apart.

The chest is like a sharp sword, and the already restless heart is torn apart as if it has been lifted.

I was so frightened that I hurriedly took a few steps back, my eyes flashing with horror.

"TM's..., why is it so unsturdy."

I never dreamed that such a scene would happen.

Although the moment my palm touched the copper-colored mask, I thought of many consequences and scenes, and I was even ready to retreat.

and the mentality of seeing death as home.

It's just the endgame in front of you, it's really as the famous saying says.

"Life is full of accidents."

I reached out and wiped the palm of the hand that had just touched the mask on my clothes.

For fear of some terrible consequences.

There was silence all around, as if it were dead silence, except for the crisp sound of metal shattering, which still lingered in my mind.

It was like a nightmare, and I couldn't concentrate on anything else.

"Bang."

Another crisp sound sounded in my ears, and I was so frightened that I took a few steps back.

At this time, I was already like a frightened bird, unable to withstand any changes and storms.

Just staring blankly ahead, he found the mysterious man in a strange dress sitting on a stone chair.

His fingers seemed to twitch slightly, and the mask on his face was like shattered glass, covered with even more subtle cracks.

The eyeholes on the metal mask were like two black holes, glowing in the dim light, staring at me intently.

"I..., I didn't mean to."

An inexplicable fear in my heart instantly spread all over my body, and the nerves, which were already weak, were once again on the verge of collapse.

"Rao... Spare me, I really didn't mean to. ”

"It really wasn't meant to..."

I was so frightened that I couldn't speak, and my legs and body trembled as I took a few steps back.

But he accidentally stepped on the slippery moss, lost his center of gravity in an instant, fell, and rolled backwards.

This time, the back of the head slammed straight into the ground, and there was an instant sharp pain, accompanied by bouts of dizziness.

I could even feel my head bleeding, but I didn't bother to bandage it, and hurriedly rubbed my eyes.

stared at the mysterious man in front of him, only to find that a little scarlet blood oozed out of the shattered copper-colored mask on his face.

The cracks in the eye sockets and the cracks in the mask were instantly filled with blood gushing out, and it was like blood flowing endlessly, flowing on the ground.

My eyes were bloodshot, and I stared at him deadly, afraid that something even more terrifying would happen in the next second.

"Smack."

"Smack."

The sound of crisp footsteps disrupted my thoughts.

The mysterious person in front of me had already gotten up and ran for me at some point.

He held the flower drum and drumstick in his right hand, and his left palm slowly lifted and pinched the copper-colored mask on his face, which was already dripping with blood.

A hoarse voice pierced my ears.

"Are you ~ not ~ ~ want to ~ want to ~ see ~."

His voice was old and mysterious, and it was the first time I had ever heard him speak.

I don't know why, but the strange voice in my ears reveals the truth, so I don't have time to care about whether this is true or not.

The black compound boots under his feet made a sound when they rubbed against the ground.

The cold wind blew the red robe behind him, like a sea of bright blood.

I endured the sharp pain in my head and supported my body with my hands a little bit.

"You..., are you a human or a ghost?"

I snorted violently, forcibly giving my cowardly self a bit of courage.

As soon as he finished speaking, I saw him gradually raise his head, look at me with a black hole gaze, and speak.

"I am God!"

His voice seemed to be demonic, lingering in my mind, repeatedly and forcedly thinking.

"God...?"

My face turned pale, and my body involuntarily took a few steps back.

A few words, but in my heart, it set off huge waves like a river and a sea.

"God..., what God."

I subconsciously spoke, but I saw that he was still walking slowly towards me.

With a shattered and blood-stained mask on his face, it was impossible to tell whether he was happy or sad.

Only the echo of the emptiness resounded in this mysterious space, as if it could resonate with the endless abyss beneath your feet.

"Come and see, I~research~actually~ is~what~what~God."

The hoarse voice came to my ears, and before I could realize what was about to happen.

I only saw him pinching the palm of the mask, holding it up little by little, and slowly taking it off in the next second.

"Ahhh

I stared at my bloodshot eyes, and I could even feel my heart beating faster and my pupils dilated.

Suddenly.

A familiar sound cut off the scene in front of him like a life-saving straw.

In the dim light, the communicator on his waist suddenly sounded.

My eyes widened and I stared straight ahead, and it took me a while before I came to my senses.

It turned out that the scene in front of me was just my own dream.

"Whew..."

I leaned against the stone lamp next to me, gasping for air in my mouth, my chest rising and falling.

Thinking about a little scene in my head, but I can't tell how many dreams it is just now?

Keep your head up.

Looking at the mysterious person sitting on the stone chair in front of him, covered in dust, a heart that was hanging tightly finally let go.

"Oops... Nightmares, nothing to be afraid of. ”

I pale, comforted myself, and then realized the familiar sound of the message in my ears.

Hurriedly took out the communicator inserted in his waist and held it in the palm of his hand.

Suddenly, the figure of the platoon commander appeared.

"It must be a platoon commander, it must be."

As if stunned, I bowed down with my hands together and prayed, and then hurriedly answered the sound of the message.

"Hum... Airplanes.... ”

First there was a familiar and very harsh sound of radio waves, followed by an unfamiliar voice, which lifted my heart fiercely.

“… Removal team, whether you have received a communication, please answer if you receive it. ”

"If you have received a communication, please answer if you receive it."

(I'll admit that the chapter was a bit watery a few days ago)

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