Chapter 81: Azamunlo
We leaned over to see that in the lower right corner of the space presented by the crystal face, there was a faint figure. This figure is not big, it is the size of an adult's palm.
We squatted on the ground and took a closer look, judging from the silhouette of the figure, it really looked like Master Wu.
Master Wu himself is not so small, the reason why he is so big visually is because of the perspective relationship, he should have just entered this space from a long distance.
The male reporter said: "If Master Wu has just entered, then it means that if you want to enter here, there is only one entrance, and this entrance is far away from the crystal wall." β
If we think of this space inside as a huge basement, and the crystal walls we see are floor-to-ceiling windows, then the only entrance to this basement is on the opposite side of this floor-to-ceiling window.
I used a flashlight to carefully shine a light on the crystal cave wall, it was completely enclosed, and there were no other forks in the surrounding cave. Entering from the opposite side of this cave wall is only a theoretical possibility, and we can't find out where the road to the opposite side is.
"How did he get in?" Tang Shuo was incredulous.
We were about to leave, but Master Wu suddenly appeared inside, causing another wave of curiosity.
The cameraman filmed for a while, and everyone made some guesses, all of which were out of bounds, Tang Shuo said, "Let's almost go." β
Just as we were leaving, the male reporter was still staring at the crystal wall. We called out to him, and he didn't seem to hear it, and he couldn't take his eyes off it.
"What's wrong?" The videographer went over and asked.
The male reporter looked back at us, his face was extremely pale, and it took a long time to say a word in Cantonese. This Cantonese sentence was spoken quickly and complicated, and they all understood it, but I didn't hear it.
I was a little anxious and asked him what he meant. The male reporter swallowed his saliva, and slowly, in broken Mandarin, said: "Inside, it's not solidified." They're all moving. β
I shone it with a flashlight, and under the light, Azan Wenluo was still suspended in mid-air, and the third uncle was still sitting there, the flame of the candle in front of him was shaking, and the only obvious change was the figure of Master Wu, which seemed to be a little bigger. At first, it was the size of a palm, but now it is knee-length, indicating that he is approaching in our direction.
The male reporter was talking in Cantonese again, and Tang Shuo saw that I was anxious, so he translated directly in Mandarin and said: "He said that the water feature wall is not solidified, and it is also moving inside...... It's just that the time inside is not the same as ours. β
"What do you mean?" I blinked.
Tang Shuo said: "It's literal, the time in it is different from our time, it belongs to two time systems." Maybe an hour of ours is a second inside. That's why it makes us feel that we move very slowly, not by not moving, but by moving slower than us. β
My throat rattled, "Do you think that's right?" β
Tang Shuo smiled bitterly: "I don't know." But the experience of the last 30 years or so has taught me that even if it sounds ridiculous, it can happen. β
"Even then, it's useless, we don't have anything we can do." I say.
Everyone felt that it was almost time to leave. I was a little lonely, the third uncle was right in front of me, but I didn't find a way for him, I could only look at him like a part of an oil painting, motionless.
At this moment, suddenly the cameraman screamed, and he shone his flashlight tightly against the wall, and his throat rattled.
We looked at it, and we were all horrified. Originally, Azan Wenluo had his back to us, but at some point, he turned around in the wall, still suspended in mid-air, staring at us condescendingly!
I found that he was exactly the same as the image in the photo, and there was no sign of age at all. I took out the photo and compared how old he was and how old he was now. At first we all assumed that he was 80 years old, but now it seems that this is not the case, that is, about 50 years old.
"W-what's going on?" I was a little scared.
Tang Shuo said loudly: "Time! It's time! And the body of the girl outside, why doesn't it get old. This is the meditation cave of Azan Bunlok, and the time here is different from the outside! β
We couldn't figure out the joints for a while, but we felt that Tang Shuo's analysis made sense. The male reporter flipped out his notebook, quickly recorded something on it, and then he discussed it with the cameraman. We watched from the sidelines, not knowing what they were trying to do.
After discussing for a while, the cameraman set up the camera and prepared to shoot. Tang Shuo came over and stopped: "What are you going to do?" Let's go! β
The cameraman spoke Cantonese, which I could probably understand, and they said that the material here was very special and that they were going to do an interview on the spot.
Tang Shuo was a little anxious: "No, it's too late, let's go out quickly." β
The two reporters were stubborn and insisted on finishing the interview. The guide went over and grabbed Tang Shuo and said, "Just let them do it." It's done, and everyone is down-to-earth. β
The male reporter took a look at the outline he had just planned, and then stood in front of the camera and talked eloquently. He spoke Cantonese, which was so fast and complicated that I could barely understand a word.
As he spoke, he felt that it was wrong halfway through, so he stopped and had to re-record. Tang Shuo was going crazy. But he didn't dare to go alone, and there was a good chance of survival when there were many people together.
At this moment, I suddenly saw that Azan Wenlok's figure seemed to be a little bigger than before, and I rubbed my eyes and looked closely, and the hairs all over my body stood up.
Azan Wenlok is moving towards the crystal wall we are on at a speed that is visible to the naked eye. His movement is not linear, and there is no continuity in it, but like a movie with a dropped frame, with each change, the body will become larger and the distance will become closer.
The process of moving is rather weird.
The intense uneasiness almost suffocated me, and I yelled, "Don't record it, it's dangerous!" β
Everyone stopped, and the scene fell silent for a moment, as if it were a century long. Suddenly, a hand stretched out from the crystal wall, and it was none other than Azan Wenlok's. His hand was grabbing the male reporter's hair.
The male reporter turned his back to the crystal wall, without any defense, grabbed suddenly, frightened and scattered, screamed, and kicked his hands and feet.
The guide shouted, "Hurry up and save him!" β
By the time we reacted too late, Azan Wenluo dragged the male reporter into the crystal wall alive. The crystal wall is a solid plane, and it was difficult for me to dig it with a dagger just now, but now Azamunlok can actually drag a large living person into the solid.
We watched as the male reporter was really dragged in, the crystal wall was like the plane of a butcher's knife, and in an instant, a large amount of blood seeped out, dense, bloody!
One of the people present was stupid.
The space and time inside are really unimaginable, and the male reporter is dragged into a frame-by-frame image, showing the whole process of his death, like the work of a perverted cartoonist, full of surrealist courage and indescribable horror.
"Run!" Tang Shuo shouted, turned around and ran.
I stood there stunned, watching as Azan Bunlok was rushing towards the crystal wall at breakneck speed, as if he was about to burst out of it. The photographer was still packing up the camera, I went over to grab him, this fat man was very anxious, pointed to the camera and said a series of words, seeing that it was too late, the guide was really good, help him carry the machine together, and we ran out.
A foul wind swept in from behind, and the entire cavern seemed to be darkening. We didn't care about looking behind us, and we even ran and ran, which really used the strength of breastfeeding. After a short time, he ran back to the place where he meditated on the stone lotus woman's corpse. These people ran fast, and at this time, their lives were at stake, and their fathers really couldn't take care of the wild mother.
I suddenly got mixed up and fell in the back, and several of them ran and ran, and no one looked back at me, and in an instant they ran into the darkness and disappeared.
I wanted to get up again, I felt the evil wind coming behind, I looked at the stone lotus, my heart was horizontal, came to the spot eighteen rolls, gurgling to the back of the stone lotus, just hidden, I saw a black shadow, as if the feet did not touch the ground, swept from behind, chased over.
I was so frightened and frightened that I hid behind the stones and didn't dare to breathe.
At this time, I actually felt a burst of amusement, they were desperately trying to flee for their lives, but it was not as safe as me to hide behind the rocks.
I wiped the cold sweat from my head, and as I sat there, I felt my heart pounding, almost jumping out of the cavity.
This Azan Wenluo is really scary, I was really naΓ―ve at first, thinking that negotiating with such a dark wizard and letting him go to China to treat people's diseases is not equivalent to seeking skin with a tiger.
I sat for a while, and when I was panting, I was about to climb out from behind the rocks, when I suddenly heard someone say, "Who are you?" β