"What's that?"

"Skeletons!"

"Of course I know, do you see the glow up there?"

The masked man didn't answer, but shone his flashlight at me, "Do you really want to know what this is?" ”

His words were strange, but I didn't think about it, so I asked, "Of course, why else are you pulling me here?" ”

Unconsciously looked at Li Sansi and them, they had found a door, but the style of the door was very strange, as if it was sliding from top to bottom.

The shape took on a polygonal shape, and they were trying to move the door in various ways to block the steady stream of quicksand.

Not far away, a large area of yellow sand came from the high place bee chrysalis, as if it was the surging water of the Yellow River, like a rainbow, approaching this huge entrance.

Li Sansi had already tried turning the door shaft left and right, or sliding it up and down, but to no avail, it seemed that there was some mechanism on this door that they had not found.

Seeing that the yellow sand was close at hand, the masked man suddenly whispered to me, "You've met the Prophet, right, and now you have a choice, is that now, you need me to close the door, or not?" ”

I was stunned by his question, but I didn't have time to think about it, and replied directly, "Of course I hope the door can be closed, what?" Do you have a solution? ”

The other party didn't answer, only glanced back, looking at the figure standing at the door, shrouded in the yellow sand around him, "I hope you made the right choice!" ”

"What do you mean by this, now your eyebrows are burning, what can you do, just say it, don't sell it!"

The masked man only shook his head, handed me the flashlight, and instructed, "Look closely at the texture on the skull, and you'll understand why I'm asking!" ”

After saying that, he ran over quickly, and I looked at his back as he left, and I was shocked, what he had just done seemed to mean something else.

Is there really anything special about what I just said? But looking at the skeleton in his hand, and then at the gate where the quicksand was approaching, what was wrong?

I was actually going to go over and help, but I just took a few steps and stopped, and people only get out of place in an emergency, so they miss a lot of fatal places.

However, the masked man's words made me hesitate, wondering whether I should continue to examine the desperate situation.

This hesitation only lasted for a few dozen seconds, and I completely reacted, and a layer of sand and fog dispersed around me.

The sand smelled dry, as if it could sweep us into the distant desert, but I soon realized that the sand did not come from the desert, but from the delicate hollows under the hills.

Because in the sand, there is another smell, which is fishy and astringent, like a dead thing in the seawater, which can always attract the attention of some sensitive creatures.

What would be the result of blood and death?

The sand mist swept in and shrouded the entire space in a gray veil of color, and I took a few steps back and shot my flashlight into the doorway.

There was also a mist of sand, and there was no figure to be seen, and I wondered if they had closed the door to stop the sand flow.

The sand fog is very large, that is, a large amount of sand rushes at the same time and swings up on the ground with a huge drop, washing some of the light particles from the ground and merging with the air.

My flashlight shone around, and I could only see some places overhead that were not occupied by the sand fog, but the air was already full of sand fog more than two meters above.

However, when I looked at it this way, I found a strange place, because on the stone wall above my head, there were many headless humanoid statues, their hard bodies, completely like metal, strung together by the chains that extended around them, like stone pillars that supported the whole hall.

Looking at the chains, and the murals of demons and tubers half-lost in the sand fog, this scene is like a cage, imprisoning them here.

Looking down at his hand, the scattered heads around him represent the separation of the soul and the body, and also encompass the concept of life and death.

My mind wandered in this cold place, and I finally withdrew my gaze to the skull in my hand, and saw that there was a bright light flickering in their empty eyes, and on their tooth bones.

It was faint, but I was so close that I could clearly see that when I tried to touch it with my fingers, I could clearly feel the sand falling on it.

Brushing through the sand, I met the empty gaze, and in the dark hollow, I forgot everything around me, as if I were in this hollow place, staring at a sinner who had been dead for an unknown amount of time.

This is his soul, he tells of the countless years he has been imprisoned here, he can't see the light, no one has come, because this place has been sealed for many years.

What his sin was, here he had forgotten, like the lonely figures in the darkness, living in the empty world, not knowing what they were, not remembering why they were here, and not knowing why they could forget all this.

It gives them everything, all the meaning of existence, because of this meaning, they exist, but this meaning is not what they need.

They are powerless to resist because they have no independent consciousness and thought, they are one of thousands of worlds, and they are chosen because of this subject, because this subject is meaningful only if all souls exist.

In the dark world, their light echoes each other, linking each other, drawing lines and forming a huge, ethereal web.

Trapping yourself in it also makes the whole world "look like"

The darkness is still boundless, but through these two black holes I can see part of the truth, and along those invisible lights, I find something more, which is thought, and those rays are linked, a certain word, a certain word of concern or indifference.

Together, they make the world express these contents to me, and through these contents, they also swear to their existence.

I was listening, and through their words, I was thinking about all kinds of questions in my own brain, as if I were resonating with them.

Perhaps there are also those lonely souls in my brain, which are like fulcrums, which are linked by my brain and assembled into the direction of the language statement, the method of the statement, and the meaning that I convey.

Looking at the darkness also made me see myself in the darkness, whether I was the subject, the ruler of this world, or the single, lonely ethereal?

This long conjecture continued, and it also gave me a deeper understanding of the world in the darkness, and in their minds, there was more light and more complex entanglement.

The light filled all the corners of the darkness, small objects, enough to illuminate the darkness until I could see everything.

Looking along the light, in its mind, the way of thinking of the flying floc is stuck in the moment of death.

Its head, with its inner circles of light intertwined, shining through the bones into my eyes.

What is seen, heard, felt, noticed, thought, everything does not disappear completely because of death, because they are growing, and they do not die when they look at another living world.

I don't know how long it took, but I finally saw through what was in front of me, and I woke up from it, and the skeleton in my hand, the light on it, was still flickering.

Carefully moving the skeletons, turning them, as if looking for themselves in the universe, the light gradually linked, converging into a huge and complete program.

The surrounding sand fog hit, I suddenly let go of the skeleton in my hand, a crisp sound disappeared in my ears, I subconsciously got up, and turned back again.

The light and the darkness were gone, and it seemed like a long time but a moment in my head, and it was other people who let me into their worlds and accept a new self in their own way.

In reality, it was just a snap of a finger, and when I came back, the sand fog was still thick around me, and I looked in the direction of the door again.

In the light, I saw three vague figures, and I shouted to them, but the only answer was the constant sand mist.

I was filled with a mouthful of sand, and after a few quick sips, I walked in their direction, but after a few steps, they disappeared into the sand mist.

I nervously shook my flashlight, but I didn't dare to call them again, but after walking for a while, I didn't find them.

Under the flashlight, it was all gray, and I was looking for them and keeping an eye on my feet, when I suddenly heard a strange noise.

I felt that the sound was coming from the front, but when I looked ahead, I didn't see anything.

In the sand mist, the sound lasted for a long time before it ended, and at the same time, the sand fog was slowly disappearing, and I squinted my eyes and looked out through the slit in my eyes, and finally saw the skeleton at my feet appear in the sand mist.

There was no wind around, but it was not so quiet at this time, because I felt that the sand and fog was being sucked upwards by some force, and the layers of veil fog were removed from the ground, and the surrounding scenery gradually became clearer.

Along the vanishing sand mist, a ray of light finally shone through the thin mist, illuminating the skeletons that were emitting a shimmering light on the ground.