[Thinking of the beauty, the affection and stubbornness are becoming more and more smooth]

[Chasing monsters, red pupils go to the next level at will]

The deserted mountain village, the strange hut, and the floating debris, all made Fang Xiang feel as if he had a pair of eyes staring at him in secret, and he didn't feel creepy.

We can't imagine a person who is in a state of frustration with his thoughts, probably as if he is ignorant of the unknown, and has no concept of its shape, color, or size in his mind. Fang Xiang is like this at this moment, his mind can't imagine the rotation of dark energy, and naturally he can't produce a rotating force. At the same time as the artifacts in the hut were suspended, the dark energy was pulled from his "spirit" by several forces and almost left his body.

Fang Xiang desperately stared at a pair of small eyes at this moment, vigilantly observing the situation in the house, and the beads of sweat on his forehead were dripping down on Wu Qi.

Fang Xiang was a little impetuous, and the dark energy finally broke free from his control after being pulled by several external forces, burst out from the "spirit", and left the body.

With a "bang", as the dark energy left, the suspended utensils in the room seemed to lose their support all of a sudden, and they scattered all over again.

Fang Xiangxin shrank suddenly, and his arms around Wu Qi tightened a little, and he tensed the muscles of his whole body, ready to deal with emergencies at any time. I don't know if he was too nervous or because he didn't eat water and rice for a day and a night, his whole body was trembling, and he felt a sense of prostration that he couldn't support in the face of the endless darkness in front of him.

After another half hour or so, nothing strange happened except silence and silence. Fang Xiang really couldn't hold on, he sat down in despair, his mind turned, and once again gathered the dark energy in the "spirit". At the same time, the artifacts in the room were suspended again, and the inexplicable gravitational pull pulled his dark energy again. Fang Xiang's nerves, which had just relaxed, tensed again again, and when the dark energy broke out of his body, the utensils clanged and landed again.

After repeating this several times, Fang Xiangxin wondered: why is there other gravitational pull when dark energy is gathered? And the things in the room will be suspended in the air, and when the dark energy is pulled out, those things will fall to the ground again, as if everything is related to them.

Fang Xiang was puzzled, and worried about Wu Qi's injury, and said in his heart: No matter what weirdness your uncle has, I also have to arrange Qi Qi properly. Thinking of this, he was no longer suspicious, stood up and put Wu Qi on the kang again, and then went to find the light food.

But when he turned around and was about to leave, as at the beginning, Wu Qi levitated. This time, Fang Xiang did not impulsively reflexively hug her, but tiptoed to the side.

As Fang Xiang expected, when he left the position just now, Wu Qi really fell back on the kang again. He tried to stand on the edge of the kang again, but Wu Qi floated again, and then fell back when he left.

Although Fang Xiang was confused in his heart, it was certain that it was not a human being who was making trouble, but there seemed to be a different "field" in this room. He walked outside, found a box of matches beside the stove, lit the firewood and grass next to it, stuffed it into the hearth, and looked around at the strange hut by the faint light.

No stranger had been in the house for a long time, and the only footprints on the floor were the messy footprints of himself. Covered in dust, the kitchen was neatly arranged, and it seemed that the owner of the house had kept everything in order, but for some reason he left suddenly.

Fang Xiang got up and went around to a small jar standing behind the pot, opened the lid, there was really a small half jar of rice inside, perhaps because of the genetic crop, after an unknown amount of time, the rice was not moldy, which made Fang Xiang happy all of a sudden, it was really an endless road.

At this moment, he put the strange things just now and the exhaustion of his whole body behind him, jumped up like a child, and shouted in his mouth, "Qiqi, we have something to eat!" He hurried back to the bedroom.

However, as soon as he stepped into the room, Fang Xiang's heart almost jumped to his throat. I saw that the sky above the kang was empty, and Wu Qi disappeared!

"Qi Qi ~ Qi Qi!" Fang Xiang only felt that his scalp was numb, and the faint light of the hearth outside the house shone on his figure and swayed on the ground, like a dancing ghost, which made him feel unprecedented fear.

The room was littered with tables, chairs, and utensils that had been turned over, just like when they had just gone out. There are no other traces on the ground except for his own footprints, and the windows are closed and undamaged, will Wu Qi evaporate out of thin air?

The rice in Fang Xiang's hand was scattered all over the ground at once. Seeing that no one answered, he paused for two or three seconds, and then suddenly reincarnated and rushed into the courtyard, his red pupils flashed, and several rotating galaxies in it gradually merged, and a huge nebula shone in the "spirit", and the dark red nebula flashed like a boiling pot.

Under the dark sky, the sky was full of stars, and there was a dead silence all around. Only Fang Xiang's heavy breath echoed in his ears. He struggled to calm the fear and despair in his heart, feeling the darkness of the emptiness.

Where can I still see the shadow of Wu Qi? Fang Xiang spreads dark energy around his senses and feels the changes of all things. The night breeze dissipated the heat of the day, and he meditated on what had just happened, and suddenly got up and went back into the bedroom, and sat down in the corner.

The same thing happened again, the artifact floated again, and gravity pulled the dark energy between the "spirits". He didn't resist this time, his mind surged, and more dark energy gathered and kept sending to the center of his eyebrows. The dark energy burst out of the body and dispersed to each suspended artifact, gathering at one point.

At this moment, Fang Xiang can clearly "see" that the dark energy accumulated at that point is spinning rapidly, and the rotational force generated makes the molecular structure of the object scatter, and then the surrounding area of the object begins to soften, like plasticine, which can be deformed and twisted at will.

At the moment when Fang Xiang felt so wonderful, those dark energies that broke out of his body could also rotate with his thoughts, but those pulling forces were still there, but he still couldn't resist the rotational force of Fang Xiang's thoughts.

Although Fang Xiang felt magical, he was not too excited, and Wu Qi's disappearance made him unhappy. Although he was trying to control his thoughts, Wu Qi's delicate figure never became eccentric for a moment. But fortunately, the more he missed, the more comfortable his control of dark energy seemed to be, and half an hour passed, and he became more and more proficient in the control of dark energy flying out of his body.

After another meal, Fang Xiang "ravaged" the suspended utensils while sensing the source of those few forces. The rotational force followed the direction of gravity, and on a few occasions it seemed to succeed, but due to the unstable force, the balance of power in the "field" in the bedroom was disturbed, and the things in the room fell down with a "bang".

After such a repetition, the east has already appeared white, and Fang Xiangwu sat in the corner of the wall without realizing it. Although he was covered in dust and thirsty, his complexion was ruddy and shiny, and he was not tired, and his state was like a cloud and mud compared to the state he had come in last night.

Fang Xiang firmly believed that behind those inexplicable forces, there must be hidden clues to Wu Qi's disappearance, and he still gathered dark energy again and again to trace its source after continuous failures. The hard work paid off, and finally found the place to exert force in the four corners of the roof of the house. He looked intently, but there was nothing out of the ordinary.

Fang Xiang stood up, found a spatula in the kitchen, climbed on the table, and chiseled at the corner of the roof of the shed. Under the dust, there was some choking, but his movements did not decrease at all, but he worked harder. The sound of "dang" seems to touch a hard object such as iron and stone. Fang Xiang waved his arm to dispel the dust floating in the air, and watched intently: a shiny metal hemisphere was exposed. He strengthened his conviction in his heart and continued to dig hard.

On the third pole of the sun, the sweat on Fang Xiang's face and the dust flowed into gray stains, and he was a clown in costume, which was quite funny. He didn't care about it either, and looked at the metal utensils with four round-headed abrupt spiral handles.

Just when Fang Xiang was a little confused, a rapid but faint cough suddenly came to mind. Although the sun was shining outside, Fang Xiang couldn't help but feel excited, and hurriedly identified the direction of the sound. I remember that when he first entered the hut last night, he thought it was from Wu Qi, but now that he thinks about it, he feels that it is wrong.

Fang Xiang carried a spatula in his hand, hurriedly leaned his back against the wall, and listened again with bated breath, but there was no sound again.

A few minutes passed, and it seemed like years were long. Glancing at the four corners of the house again, he suddenly found that they were tilted at different angles, and the four points crossed on the kang, and Wu Qi was placed here last night.

Fang Xiang suddenly jumped over, lifted the kang mat covered above, and the smooth soil and stone kang surface did not have a single crack. He was not surprised, and waved the spatula in his hand, which had been deformed, and chiseled up.

The temperature during the day makes people anxious and unbearable, but Fang Xiang seems to be unconscious, digging tirelessly, and his mouth keeps saying: Qiqi, I must get you back, I must get you back! It's sad to listen to.

After another two or three hours, a dark hole appeared in front of him, and there were steps spiraling down, and there seemed to be a little light, but under the scorching sun, he couldn't see the situation underneath at all.

"Qiqi!" Fang Xiang shouted inside with his hands on his mouth. But there was no movement except for the echo.

Fang Xiang didn't care about a lot, his mind turned to open the "spirit", and he went down the stairs into the dark passage. There is no damp mold in it, but it is dry and clear, and the temperature is suitable.

After a while, it has come to an end. There was nothing in the small space, just a very faint light emitting from the four walls, as if it had reached the edge of the world.

Wei Xiang raised the spatula and knocked on the surrounding stone walls, knocking into the air suddenly, it was a lens-type holographic projection screen! As expected, how could there be such a high-tech product under this small village that has not been transformed into a Hongmeng? He didn't want to think about it either, so he got into it with a cat's waist, and the scene that caught his eye couldn't help but surprise him.