When he came out of the ground, Di Mingjun first took a deep breath to calm down his brain in a real sense. After all, the things that didn't go well at the bottom still affected him a little bit.

It was only after he adjusted his state a little that he noticed that the scene in front of him was so unbelievable.

The yellow sand in the sky swallowed his vision infinitely, and the camp that should have stood on the ground disappeared, leaving only a vast and boundless remnant of yellow.

Faced with this strange situation, Di Mingjun was not too alarmed. He had learned more than once about the existence of the 'outer and inner world' from the elders of his family, so when he saw it in the real sense, his heart was still a little excited.

Bending down and scooping up a handful of fine sand, Di Mingjun noticed that the sand was unusually soft, just like the kind of sand on the seashore, there was no possibility of holding a hand.

Feeling a little strange, he even casually stuffed this handful of fine sand into his pocket, and then patted the remaining particles on his palm, and looked around.

Although the camp was indeed gone, the steps behind him could still be easily discerned.

So, it made him think "should I turn back and find someone to help me immediately, or should I stay here and observe?" ”

The tangled mentality began to build up in the depths of his heart, and some of them told him, 'Look at what those people just did to you, are you going to beg them with your face?' Aren't you really going to embarrass for Di's family? The other part told him in a voice of reason, 'There is a specialization in the arts.' He may be able to march and fight, but he is a little powerless to face such strange and strange things. ’

Two thoughts that were indistinguishable from each other were entrenched in his brain, making Di Mingjun fall into a selective problem for a while.

While he was hesitating and entangled, a sandstorm without warning appeared at the farthest end as it swept the heavens and the earth.

Looking at this kind of large-scale 'natural disaster', no matter how brave Di Mingjun is, he will not be stupid enough to continue to stay here.

He knew very well that it was all over the place, and it was time to go down and move the rescuers.

So, Di Mingjun walked down the steps very interestingly.

The previously empty environment had now become an extremely magnificent ruin, and he didn't see anyone else, which meant that he himself was still in the 'inner world'.

However, he could already faintly see a lot of vague figures walking back and forth around him.

There was even a moment when he heard someone talking. What exactly he was talking about, of course Di Ming, who was in the 'inner world', couldn't hear clearly.

Originally, Di Mingjun also planned to take advantage of these figures around him to try to get in touch with each other.

But there was a very special being, a very special door to be exact, that attracted his attention very unfortunately.

It is a wooden door engraved with Ramesiani characters, and the style of the door is somewhat retro, and the door frame is dotted with many sculptural patterns.

However, this is not the most critical for Di Mingjun. What really made him very happy was that he was able to see this door with his own eyes, which he could only know from the oral accounts of others, which was the main reason for his interest to be high for a while.

Trying to suppress the joy in his heart, Di Mingjun stood in front of the wooden door, which was not much taller than him, and subconsciously put his hand on the handle and twisted it.

The immovable handle was like a basin of cold water falling from the sky, extinguishing the 'enthusiasm' that rose in his heart.

Di Mingjun took his hand back in a slightly lost way, and he glanced down at the wooden door in front of him, knowing that this was already the limit of what he could do.

This is no ordinary door, and he knows it.

But who knows that he desperately wants to know what is behind the door, that longing?

No one!

Everyone thought he was just a whim, but he wasn't.

Di Mingjun still remembers that dream, on the first night he came to the camp, he had a dream, and there was such a door in the dream. In the same way, it was precisely because of that dream that he was able to find this mysterious ruin buried in the ground so quickly and efficiently without a clue.

This is a secret that Di Mingjun has never shared with anyone, and it is one of the reasons why he insists so much. He felt that there was a reason why he could dream about this, and he needed to find out the reason, otherwise it would be difficult for him to focus on how to command the battle!

As Di Mingjun's thoughts became more and more chaotic, his heart was chaotic and he began to enter a state of cranky thoughts.

At the moment when his brain began to gradually empty and was a bit like giving up thinking, a very clear voice emerged in Di Mingjun's heart: "Do you want to open the door so much?" ”

"Who, who are you?"

Di Mingjun looked around, and his words were a little incoherent.

No one will respond to his words, it is inevitable. Because he's the only one in the whole place!

But when he was about to comfort himself like this, the second sentence sounded again: "It doesn't matter who I am, I can achieve your wishes." ”

Hearing this, Di Mingjun began to realize that he might have a mental problem. He began to try to calm himself down, to try to keep his brain from any distractions.

But it seems that it is too late.

"Put the sand, drizzle it on the doorknob and you'll get what you want."

No matter how Di Mingjun resisted such strange 'whispers', it all ended in failure.

When the voice dissipated, Di Mingjun realized that he was actually startled into a cold sweat because of this. He wiped the sweat from his forehead with his soaked sleeves and began to walk around. He firmly believed in his heart that the voice just now was definitely not 'he himself to himself'.

So, the only plausible explanation is that someone came to him and hid it.

Thinking of this, Di Mingjun began to desperately search for it. He thought that since the voice just now was so clear, it meant that the distance between the other party and him should not be more than five meters.

But no matter how much he searched, he could only get a 'fruitless' ending.

'What's wrong with you?' ’

Di Mingjun, who returned to the wooden door again, reflected on himself for the first time, trying to find a reasonable answer to his experience. It turned out that I couldn't do it at all.

The temptation of the wooden door, the strange whispers, and the indescribable world made him lose his proper judgment.

'What should I do?' What am I going to do? What am I going to do? ’

Di Mingjun, who had repeatedly questioned himself three times and asked the same question, but couldn't get any answers, was there without a clue.

Shamefully, he didn't know how to get out of this damn 'inner world', and he didn't want to keep struggling with a door that couldn't be opened.

In the end, Di Mingjun, whose spirit had finally completely collapsed, caught a glimpse of the sand slowly overflowing from his pocket. It's as if the sand has its own consciousness, and it can come out of its own pocket.

It was this sand that reminded him of his previous words.

"Since you want the door to be opened, I'd rather see what's inside."

Di Mingjun grabbed the sand that hadn't had time to slip out of his pocket, lifted it to the doorknob, released his fingers, and let it pour itself on it.

The moment the sand came into contact with the doorknob, the wooden carvings on the door frame began to glow very strangely. Under this burst of light, the wooden door that had been standing there suddenly had a 'click' sound of the lock spring popping out.

Then, the wooden door slowly opened without anyone pushing it open.

The frightened Di Mingjun subconsciously leaned inside, and was immediately pulled by an invisible suction.

Then the wooden door closed again.

The whole area gradually returned to calm, except for the small sand under the wooden door, indicating that something had happened.

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